Interesting Facts

I have mentioned previously that one of my favourite satires is ‘Entirely A Matter For You’, Peter Cook’s send up of the judge who presided over Jeremy Thorpe’s trial. Cook performed his sketch at ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’, a 1979 fundraiser for Amnesty International. The irony is that people involved with Amnesty and even some of those who performed in ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’ knew about the barrel of crap which was concealed at the highest levels and resulted in Thorpe’s acquittal.

At ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’ Cook also performed ‘Interesting Facts’, in which he played a man on a park bench imparting various ‘facts’ – such as ‘did you know that your intestine is four miles long’ and that ‘because the food travels down at one mile per hour, it take’s four hours to digest’ to an increasingly irritated John Cleese.

Despite blogging so extensively about the paedophiles’ friends, readers might be surprised to learn that there are still many links and loose ends that I have not yet covered. So here’s a post of Interesting Facts – unlike Peter Cook’s Interesting Facts, these are correct – to plug just a few of the gaps.

Previous posts have mentioned Professor Hugh Bentall, the cardiac surgeon at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School, who converted his secretary into his mistress and arranged for her to do a degree and then a PhD in anatomy. The secretary-turned-mistress was subsequently given a job at RPMS as a lecturer in anatomy, behaved appallingly and pissed everyone off but was untouchable because of whom she had slept with for so many years.

Hugh Bentall was a very big name in medicine, he pioneered open heart surgery. On April 17 1953, Bentall became the first British heart surgeon to carry out an open heart operation. Along with Professor Bill Cleland, Bentall made history when he successfully operated on a 30 yr old woman with a blocked aortic valve. The operation was performed using the newly developed heart-lung machine, which was the result of Bentall’s colleague Professor Denis Melrose’s ingenuity, another first for British medicine and indeed for Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS.

After demobilisation in 1947, Hugh Bentall taught anatomy at Charing Cross Hospital Medical School until 1950. He then joined Hammersmith/RPMS as an assistant to Professor Ian Aird in general and thoracic surgery. At the same time, Bentall was involved in research to develop cardiac surgery and, with Aird and Melrose, developed the heart-lung machine.

Bentall and his colleagues from the Hammersmith cardiac team became world famous when, in April 1959, at the height of the Cold War, they travelled to Moscow to demonstrate their newly developed surgical technique, using their newly invented heart-lung machine. Bentall was assistant surgeon, Denis Melrose was the physiologist, Bill Cleland was the surgeon, John Beard was the anaethetist and Arthur Hollman was the cardiologist.

The Hammersmith team held the demonstration at the Institute of Cardiac Surgery at Leninsky Prospekt. Prof A.N. Bakulev from Moscow had seen the heart-lung machine, wanted to buy one and start open heart surgery in Moscow, so he invited Bentall et al over. The Hammersmith team carried out five open heart operation on adults and children, watched by more than 200 surgeons from across the Soviet Union. It was thought to be the first time that foreign doctors had worked in the Soviet Union and the event received huge media coverage, both in Russia and the UK. It made the front page of Pravda and the front page of the Daily Torygraph.

It was a coup for both Gov’ts. In Britain at that time the PM was Harold Macmillan. In 1963 Macmillan’s Gov’t became mired in scandal as a result of the Profumo Affair, the centre of which were concerns regarding national security resulting from events in 1961 including War Minister Jack Profumo’s affair with 19 year old Christine Keeler. Christine and her friend Mandy Rice-Davies were call girls who were sleeping with many other people at the same time, including a Soviet naval attache who was suspected of being a spy. It was revealed that there had been much interesting action at Lord Astor’s country seat Cliveden, involving Gov’t Ministers, aristocrats, members of the Royal Family, alleged spies and call girls. Osteopath Stephen Ward was the biggest scapegoat and ended up dead in questionable circumstances. The scandal eventually brought down Harold Macmillan’s Gov’t in 1963. See post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’ for details.

Good news about British Heroics was badly needed from 1961 onward as the gossip and scandal about Profumo and his associates escalated.

 

On 22 March 1961 Bentall and his team appeared on a programme in the BBC documentary series ‘Your Life In Their Hands’, where he performed an operation to repair a hole in the heart. Three years later Bentall was appointed Professor of Cardiac Surgery at Hammersmith/RPMS.

The DG of the BBC, 1960-69, was Sir Hugh Carleton Greene. Greene became famous for doing battle with Mary Whitehouse, who believed that she was seeing ‘filth’ on the BBC. Greene was a former Berlin correspondent for the Torygraph who then joined the BBC in 1940 as Head of the German Service.

Greene presented news and discussion programmes and became fairly well known in Europe in this role. From 1941 he helped to smooth the relationship between the BBC and the Political Warfare Executive, (PWE), whose goals were somewhat at odds: the BBC strove for accurate, unbiased journalism whereas the PWE was largely concerned with propaganda.

Following the war, Greene helped with the rebuilding of German broadcasting infrastructure in the British Occupied Zone. With the Cold War developing, he was given the task of leading the BBC’s East European service and produced propaganda for the British Army in Malaya during the Communist uprising in 1947.

Greene returned to the BBC in the 1950s and started as Director of Administration. In 1958 he become Director of News and Current Affairs and was appointed Director-General two years later. The news department had come to be known as the ‘Kremlin of the BBC’ and a secret BBC document was leaked to the competing Independent Television Authority (ITA) in which concerns were voiced about the financial interests of newspapers in ITV companies. Greene learned of the leak from a Ivone Kirkpatrick, the Chairman of the ITA. (Kirkpatrick had been a member of the PWE, Head of the BBC’s wartime European Services and High Commissioner of the British Occupied Zone in Germany and had worked with Greene many times.)

So Hugh Greene worked for the security services.

Hugh Greene’s brothers were Graham Greene, the novelist, Herbert Greene, the poet and Japanese spy and Raymond Greene, a Top Doctor who was a member of the 1933 Everest expedition. The successful 1953 Everest expedition was announced on the BBC by Raymond Greene. Sir Charles Evans, the Liverpool neurosurgeon and Principal of UCNW whilst the sex trafficking ring operated within that college, was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition. The 1933 Everest expedition was led by Hugh Ruttledge, who also led the 1936 Everest expedition. Tenzing Norgay was a member of Ruttledge’s 1936 expedition and was of course also a member of the 1953 expedition along with Sir Charles Evans.

Charles Evans will have known Raymond Greene, climbing is a small world and in that era, climbing in the Himalayas was a gentleman’s sport pursued by a very select small group of people.

During WWII, Raymond Greene was member of the SOE. So he was working for the security services as well then, as was John Hunt, who was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition with Charles Evans. Raymond Greene was physician to President de Gaulle during de Gaulle’s state visit to England in 1960.

The Chairman of the Governors at the time of the BBC documentary starring Hugh Bentall and his colleagues was Sir Arthur fforde. fforde went to Rugby School and then Trinity College, Oxford. After graduation fforde became a solicitor. He was a partner in Linklaters & Paines (later Linklaters) and helped establish the Unit trust. Sir Arthur was Head of Rugby School, 1948-57, before becoming Chairman of the BBC.

 

The entry for Hugh Bentall on the Royal College of Surgeons ‘Plarr’s Lives Of The Fellows Online’ tells us exactly what the circumstances were that led to the appointment of Bentall as Professor of Cardiac Surgery at RPMS: ‘a donation from his father’s successful department store at Kingston-upon-Thames financed Hugh’s appointment to a personal chair of cardiac surgery at Hammersmith (the first in England)’.

That is quite some admission from the Royal College of Surgeons. It does however explain what I noticed when I was a postgrad at RPMS in 1986-87, namely huge resentment towards Bentall at Hammersmith/RPMS, allegations that he was virtually dictating what happened throughout the whole institution and the references to his family’s wealth.

So what did the Royal College of Surgeons think about Bentall’s surgical skills? Plarr’s ‘Lives Of The Fellows’ tells us that ‘he was technically a good surgeon but would never accept responsibility for any technical problems which might develop in an operation – and his assistants found it difficult to accept this situation’.

‘Technical problems’ developing in an operation can lead to patient death. So when someone pegged out it wasn’t Bentall’s fault.

 

Here’s the man who purchased himself a Chair, huge influence over a leading medical institution, a career as an internationally renowned cardiac surgeon, influence with the British Gov’t, a mistress and much more besides:

Professor Hugh Bentall

The whole lot was founded upon flogging upmarket goods to the middle classes of Kingston-upon-Thames.

The King’s New Clothes which was Hugh Bentall explains much of the chaos that followed the Bristol Children’s Heart Surgery Scandal involving events in Bristol, 1984-95. The Bristol cardiac surgeons stood accused of operating in a cavalier manner and well beyond their competence, which led to the death of a number of their young patients. Opinions of other surgeons working in the same area were sought, but as accusations and counter-accusations flew, no-one seemed to be able to ascertain for sure whether the Bristol team had been reckless or not. Then allegations were aimed at other children’s heart surgery units – once more, peer assessments were sought, but again, no-one seemed to be able to conclude for certain whether those surgeons had been reckless.

I’ll tell you an Interesting Fact. No-one could come to a firm opinion, because not only was there deception being practised at the highest echelons by so many of these ’eminent surgeons’, but so many of the Top Docs had so much dirt on each other and info regarding the wrongdoing of those at Gov’t level past and present as well as members of the Royal Family, that they just did not dare expose each other.

 

Hugh Bentall’s colleagues at Hammersmith/RPMS were conducting research frauds and fiddles all over the place, people were being appointed to jobs on the basis of whom they had slept with and some of that lot knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang and were concealing that as well. Including Hugh Bentall.

My post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ described a few of the many excesses that I witnessed and was told of at first hand whilst I was a postgrad at Hammersmith, 1986-87. In my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ I mentioned Cyril Rooney, an MSc student at RPMS whom, it was alleged by his fellow students, had discovered wrongdoing and as a result had bagged a fully funded place with the Royal College of Surgeons to study for a medicine degree.

It gets better than that. The 70th anniversary of the NHS? Let’s celebrate with Interesting Facts! When I was a postgrad at Hammersmith, I did not go boozing in the medical school bar with everyone else. Partly because I don’t drink much, partly because I had so little money that I couldn’t afford to, but mainly because I had detected much backstabbing among staff and students and I wanted to avoid it. I was however friends with a couple of students who did socialise and told me that the atmosphere was so toxic that I made the right decision to avoid the bar. By the end of the course, many students loathed Professor Sir Nicholas Wright, the Head of the Histopathology Dept which provided most of the input on our course and they alleged serious wrongdoing on his part. Nick Wright later became the Warden of Barts and the London School of Medicine and Dentistry and has been a leading light in CR UK for years (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’).

The postgrads were particularly angry at what they perceived to be the frank racism directed at an Iraqi GP who was an MSc student at RPMS. The staff were as rude as they could be to this man. Nick Wright then demanded that the Iraqi GP carry out a project with him. It was subsequently discovered that the Iraqi GP had made up the data for the project and RPMS told him that he would not be receiving his MSc. The Iraqi man, in his defence, stated that Nick Wright had pressurised him into making up the data. Wright hit the roof and I was told that the Iraqi GP expressed extreme distress at what would happen to his wife and children if he returned to Iraq in disgrace. Iraq was ruled by Saddam Hussein at that time. So Nick Wright thought it would be a real laugh to make the Iraqi GP lick his boots and beg forgiveness before it was agreed that he would be awarded his MSc. It wasn’t a student who told me what Wright had done to the Iraqi GP in the disciplinary hearing – it was a member of staff. They thought that it was hilarious.

A lot of students also fell out with our course tutor, Dr Malcolm Alison. I was told repeatedly that Malcolm was completely unscrupulous and that no-one should trust him ‘further that you can throw him’. It was alleged that one female student had developed a deep and meaningful relationship with Malcolm which enabled her to bag a very nice number with a drug company after she finished the course. I thought that this was just speculation, until it was explained very clearly to me that on the course the previous year, a student feared failing so she ‘offered herself to Malcolm and he did not refuse’. I was given corroborating evidence…

Malcolm, if you did not want this sort of info to ever become public, you should not have colluded with a gang of paedophiles in north Wales. I cannot believe that you thought that the scale of wrongdoing could be kept quiet.

The icing on the cake was when I was told by a senior academic from another university, who was sent on secondment to Hammersmith with a view to his institution collaborating with them, that the collaboration was definitely off because ‘this lot are a bunch of crooks and we’re not going to touch them with a barge pole’.

My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ described what I believe was a major research fraud carried out by Professor Dame Julia Polak – an RPMS immunohistocytochemist who was alleged to have been the worst character at RPMS in terms of cheating, lying and shafting people – in collaboration with Sir Magdi Yacoub of Harefield Hospital. The Princess of Wales’s beau of a cardiac surgeon Hasnet Khan ended up working at Harefield after Diana’s death.

 

How could anyone ever have believed that it was in the ‘national interest’ to conceal all this, lest confidence in the medical profession was damaged?

 

Hugh Bentall would have had ample opportunity to gain knowledge of wrongdoing in high places before he ever rocked up at the Sodom and Gomorrah that was Hammersmith/RPMS.

Bentall was born in Sussex and educated at Seaford College, Sussex. Many of the paedophiles’ friends had their base or origins in Sussex – Brighton was the location of some of the brothels owned by John Allen to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales. The firebomb which, in April 1992, killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, was thrown into a building in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Bentall trained at Bart’s. Which was where Lady Juliet Bingley’s father worked as a surgeon and where Juliet worked as a medical social worker. Juliet Bingley and her son William spent years concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, when the Bingleys worked at MIND and when William Bingley later became Chief Executive of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Linford Rees also worked at Bart’s (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Linford’s daughter was the 1970s sex symbol, Angharad Rees, who played Demelza in ‘Poldark’ and put on that rather unconvincing Cornish accent whilst she did it. Angharad was married to actor Christopher Cazenove, who went on to hit Hollywood as an actor in ‘Dynasty’, alongside Joan Collins.

Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School – who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles as well as a linked paedophile gang in south London – was a personal friend of Cilla Black. I imagine that Chamberlain rubbed noses with many other celebs as well, but the identities of the celeb contacts of the consultants were a closely guarded secret. The friendship with Cilla was openly discussed, because Cilla herself had talked about Chamberlain in media interviews. Cilla provided much good PR for a man who was concealing organised crime, including sex offences against children.

Cilla was a big fan of Thatch – I wouldn’t be surprised if there was personal contact between the two of them. You can’t get much more blatant than sitting on ‘Blind Date’ telling everyone that Thatch ‘has put the Great back into Britain’. Yes Cilla, she was also personal friends with at least two serious sex offenders:

Sir Peter Morrison:

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And a man who spent many a Christmas at Chequers:

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As indeed did this man:


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‘And ‘ere’s our Graham to feed you the latest load of political propaganda whilst he introduces your sex offending dates for tonight’.

 

When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, one of the senior registrars who worked in Geoffrey Chamberlain’s dept was Jonathan Frappell. I never heard any allegations of misconduct relating to him, but he knew what his colleagues were up to. Jonathan Frappell’s wife Susan is a former Bart’s nurse. After leaving St George’s, Jonathan Frappell was appointed to a consultant’s post in Plymouth at the rather troubled Derriford Hospital. He has now set up his own medico-legal gynaecological consultancy.

 

Hugh Bentall served as a surgeon-doctor in the Royal Navy, 1945-47. Gwynne the lobotomist served in the Royal Navy, as did Geoffrey Chamberlain. Chamberlain continued his relationship with the Navy as a member of the RNVR for years. My post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ detailed how many people at senior levels in the Royal Navy or the Admiralty – including Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and Lord Louis Mountbatten – were directly linked with people who concealed organised sexual abuse or were even accused of it themselves.

 

Bentall worked at Hammersmith/RPMS between 1959 and 1985. After that he taught anatomy at the Royal Free Hospital Medical School until 1989. While Bentall was teaching there, I had an interview at the Royal Free and I noted that they were in possession of information about me which could only have come from Gwynne the lobotomist, Dr D.G.E. Wood, Tony Francis or Dafydd. It wasn’t Top Secret or sensitive info, which is probably why the interviewing panel let it slip – but it could only have come from one of those four people.

 

Hugh Bentall’s son, as I have mentioned in previous posts, is the clinical psychologist Professor Richard Bentall. Richard Bentall did his first degree in the Dept of Psychology at UCNW and has held a Chair in the School of Psychology at Bangor University. I thought that Richard Bentall had done his clinical psychology training in north Wales, but I need to correct that – he did his clin psych training at Liverpool University.

Bentall did his degree at Bangor whilst Dafydd still ruled the roost in the Psychology Dept. Bentall then stayed on in the Dept to do a PhD in Experimental Psychology. So Richard will know about the sex trafficking gang that Dafydd and a number of staff at UCNW were facilitating. He’ll have known about Dafydd working a fiddle to ensure that his daughter Dwynwen was given a place to do a PhD in the Psychology Dept although her degree wasn’t good enough to have been offered the place. Furthermore, Richard will know that Dafydd tried to embezzle a load of dosh from UCNW and the NHS in order to fund Dwynwen’s place at a private college when Dwynwen was turned down for a clin psych place after her PhD.

Richard Bentall will know about another rather worrying Psychology PhD student at that time too, a young Greek man called Nick. Nick was a bit bonkers; he established a relationship with a local girl who was the single mother of a little boy and Nick was carrying out bizarre  experiments on the little boy. Other PhD students in the Psychology Dept knew about this and were worried about the effect on the boy that Nick’s experimenting was having, but no-one raised any official concerns. Although there probably wouldn’t have been much point, the child protection services in Gwynedd County Council had been hijacked by a paedophile gang run by Dafydd and Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.

So Richard Bentall finished his PhD at UCNW and did his clin psych training at Liverpool University – Dafydd’s alma mater and domain. After this, Bentall’s wiki entry tells us that he did a ‘brief stint’ working as an NHS forensic psychologist. At that time, the NHS forensic mental health services were choc full of victims of child sexual abuse who were being diagnosed as psychotic and banged up if they talked about what had happened to them. I don’t know where Bentall worked as an NHS forensic psychologist, but I’m wondering if it was at Ashworth Hospital on Merseyside. Because if it was, Bentall needs to make a police statement.

Ashworth served as a personal prison of Dafydd and the paedophiles; the patients were horrendously abused, physically and sexually and at least one patient was beaten to death by the ‘nurses’. The Angels belonged to the POA – many of them were members of the National Front and there was a civil war going on between the Angels, the Top Docs and the clin psychs. The Angels were the biggest thugs, so it was the Top Docs and clin psychs who received death threats and had their tyres slashed. However I have read a witness account of two clin psychs having a punch-up on the hospital premises – one of them was the person responsible for holding the anger management sessions with the patients. See my post ‘Security, Security’ for details regarding Ashworth.

 

After Richard Bentall worked in the ‘service’ which ensures that the victims of influential sex offenders remain excluded and discredited for the rest of their lives, he did an MA in Philosophy as Applied to Healthcare at Swansea University.

Richard Bentall has stated that people ‘have compared me to R.D. Laing’. I knew a former patient of Laing’s who not only told me that Laing was sadly a complete hypocrite who seriously neglected his most needy patients, but many people alleged that Laing was also sexually exploiting his patients.

If the mortar board fits Richard!

 

During the 1990s, Bentall was Professor of Clinical Psychology at Liverpool University. Throughout the years that, despite police investigations, there was ‘no evidence’ found of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire. Witnesses to the paedophile gang which didn’t exist were regularly found dead during that time.

In 1999 – once Ronnie Waterhouse had called the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles a bunch of liars and criminals and had begun to write his whitewash – Richard Bentall accepted a position at Manchester University ‘researching the psychology and treatment of psychotic experiences’.

Manchester University employed Tony Francis immediately before Tony Francis relocated to north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson moved from the Maudsley to Manchester University in 1974 and built an empire there (see post ‘The Mentor’). There was a lot of traffic in mental health staff between Manchester and north Wales during the 1990s and many Angels and more recently staff working in north Wales acquired what were clearly worthless qualifications in Mental Health from Manchester University (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

In 2007, Richard Bentall returned to Bangor University as a Professor of Psychology. By which time Prof Fergus Lowe was causing havoc in Bangor University, having expanded his influence outward from the School of Psychology on the back of his knowledge of the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles and all those who had concealed them.

Richard returned to Bangor when the paedophiles’ friends had entered panic mode and were calling in reinforcements. Not only were people demanding that the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal be re-opened, but Brown and I had started publishing about the shortcomings of the mental health services.

The VC of Bangor University’s wife was dying after the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre in Liverpool somehow found that they ‘could not treat’ her condition and he took compassionate leave to look after her. Fungus took the opportunity to tell everyone that they could all forget about the VC now, Fungus was the only one who counted.

It was then that Richard Bentall heard the call of the green, green grass of home!

Shortly after Richard arrived back in Bangor, I was shown an e mail that he had sent in which he admitted that it had become virtually impossible to recruit patients for mental health research in north Wales. I know why that was – the patients had been so badly neglected or abused by the mental health services that they had as little as possible to do with them and simply ran away screaming if the word ‘research’ was mentioned.

So Richard, how do you explain that although none of you could recruit participants in north Wales, mental health researchers in Bangor continued to churn out publications boasting of ground-breaking new ‘interventions’, which were based on research trials which had allegedly involved hundreds of mental health patients from north Wales?

Richard Bentall returned to a Professorial position at Liverpool University in 2011. Just as Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

At Liverpool University, Richard ‘is building a research group which focuses on the psychological mechanisms of severe mental illness and social factors that affect these mechanisms, which has led to a recent interest in public mental health’. In 1989, he received the BPS’s Division of Clinical Psychology ‘May Davidson Award’, an annual award for outstanding contributions to the field of clinical psychology, in the first ten years after qualifying. In 2014 Bentall was elected a Fellow of the British Academy.

Bentall has critiqued much of psychiatry, but he has not said anything that was not said many years ago by many other academics. Yet for reasons that I never understood – until I found out who Richard’s dad was – Richard Bentall has received acres of media coverage and has won prestigious awards. Furthermore, Dr Mike Jackson, one of Bentall’s Bangor colleagues who has also built his recent reputation on ‘psychological interventions in psychosis’, admitted to me that those interventions don’t work. Not that Mike et al ever admitted this in their publications or in any of the training sessions or the mountains of training material that they have produced.

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Here’s an Interesting Fact, in the light of the Bentall family owning much of Kingston-upon-Thames: After I left St George’s, St George’s Hospital Medical School merged with Kingston Poly. The staff of the elitist den of hatred which is St George’s had a great many hissy fits at the thought of merging with a bunch of oiks from a Poly, but the Dean/Principal of St George’s, Professor Sir William Asscher, drove the merger through. Asscher spent most of his career as a Top Doctor in Cardiff until he heard the siren call of the serious organised criminals of St George’s in 1988, who were in need of help after their Prof of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Asscher spent the rest of his career at St George’s, concealing the cesspool that remained virtually unrippled even after Brooke was jailed.

Adrian Bell, a lecturer in Plant Biology at Bangor University, did his first degree at Kingston Poly. Adrian then worked as a forensic scientist but told students in Bangor that he left that service because of the endemic corruption within. Adrian was friends with Dr D.G.E. Wood, who was facilitating the sex trafficking ring whilst he worked as a GP in the Student Health Centre. I presumed for years that Adrian Bell had no idea at all what Wood, Dafydd and Gwynne were up to. I have recently been told that he knew exactly what was going on.

That gang killed people Adrian. You spineless tosser.

 

Someone else knows all about Dafydd and the sex trafficking gang as well – Richard Bentall’s former wife. She did a degree in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW and then trained and worked as an Angel. She left the NHS to work in her own complementary therapy practice on Anglesey and she knows exactly how lethal the NHS is because she told me.

Richard’s former wife has good reason not to utter a word about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Her dad, Dr Eifion Jones, was for many years the Dean of the Faculty of Science at UCNW – whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles ran the institution.

I never told Richard’s ex-wife this, but her dad was notorious. He knew that there was a very big problem with the poor quality of statistics teaching at UCNW (see post ‘They Think That It’s All Over – It Is Now’) and Eifion Jones also knew that the teaching in the Maths Dept was also so bad that all the science students who opted for the ‘Basic Maths’ module in their first year failed and were kicked out of the University.

In Freshers’ Week, all the science freshers were warned by the peer guides (or as they were called in my day ‘Freshers Helpers’) not, under any circumstances, to opt for Basic Maths, because if they did they would fail the first year and would be thrown out. A few days later, we were all herded into Top College to select our modules and I was accosted by a lecturer who wanted to know which modules I had selected. When I told him, he demanded to know why I hadn’t chosen Basic Maths. I didn’t say ‘because I’ve been warned’, I just said that I was more interested in the modules that I had chosen. This man then spent 15 minutes promising me that I ‘would be in trouble without Basic Maths’ and actually sent me back to the administrators to tell them that I wanted to sign  up for Basic Maths. I was really worried by this and wondered if this old boy was right, but my bacon was saved by a second year student who had seen what was happening, came over, dragged me to one side and said ‘DON’T DO IT, he’s only trying to get you to sign up for Basic Maths because no-one has enrolled for it and it’s making them look bad’. So I avoided the old boy who was ordering me to sign up for Basic Maths and stuck with my original choices.

That old boy was Eifion Jones, Richard Bentall’s former father-in-law.

At the end of my first year I was told that one student had been kicked out of UCNW after they failed a module that the Dean of Science had coerced them into doing. It was of course Basic Maths.

Eifion Jones will have known about many other things as well. The chaos in the Psychology Dept involving Dafydd for a start and his son-in-law’s fellow PhD students in that Dept. Eifion Jones probably also knew that one of the lecturers in the Plant Biology Dept was known to be frequenting pubs in Bangor and picking up under-aged girls. Adrian Bell and his wife Alison knew about this because they were telling people that they were worried that their colleague was going to get himself arrested.

Richard Bentall met Eifion Jones’s daughter when they were undergrads at UCNW and I think that they got married when they were quite young – as undergrads or when Bentall was a PhD student.

No chance of your colleague getting arrested Adrian and Alison, the whole town was facilitating the trafficking ring, including, as you knew, your own colleagues. As well as Eifion Jones, who’s daughter was a student of the potential sex offender and who’s son-in-law did two degrees in a Dept ruled over by Dafydd. Eifion Jones will have known that there was a lobotomist employed in the Student Health Centre as well.

Eifion Jones will have been fully aware of the shenanigans in the Agriculture Dept and the circumstances under which one of the secretaries there, Mary Wynch, was wrongfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd and was subsequently ruined by Michael Howard when he was Home Secretary (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Eifion will have known about the resident groper in the Agri Dept, Gordon Farley and Eifion I think was Dean of Science when the hopeless J.B. Owen was given a Chair in Agriculture, allegedly because his family had provided the cash which founded the Dept back in the pre-Cambrian. But then Efion’s son-in-law’s father purchased his Chair and career as well, so it will have been business as usual for Eifion Jones.

Eifion is dead now, but if he were still alive he would no doubt be able to explain why Professor Richard Howarth, one of the washed up old farts in the Agri Dept, was appointed an adviser to Thatch, but disappeared off the planet after Sir Peter Morrison was found dead in 1995.

The last time that I had an Eifion Jones Experience was in 2001 when I was doing my PGCE. Eifion was invited to give us all a talk on the construction of the Britannia Bridge, which was something that Eifion had a big interest in. I can imagine that some people could have given an interesting lecture on such a topic, but Eifion most definitely did not.

At the time, the paedophiles’ friends of yore were doing their best to organise a military coup to overthrow the VC. They would gather at public events to insult him. I used to hear their plans because I arrive for most things early and they would all be there plotting – they were all so pompous and grandiose that they used to ignore me. I heard everything… Plans to fit the VC up for a criminal offence, the spreading of scurrilous rumours regarding his personal conduct whilst his wife was dying, plans to put the boot in as soon as his wife was dead ‘because it’ll look bad if we get him when his wife is dying’, the plan to approach Prof Eric Sunderland – the previous VC and a paedophiles’ friend but one who was well-camouflaged – and enlist his help in terms of spreading the poison…

Eifion Jones was one of the Grand Plotters. One of a bunch of clapped-out friends of a paedophile gang who’s crimes were so serious that year after year after year and unto the next generation, people who were not mates with Dafydd et al had to have their lives destroyed.

 

To return to Mr Big at Hammersmith, Hugh Bentall. The heir to a posh version of M&S was not the only man who combined Trade with the Professions. Hugh’s colleague Professor Denis Melrose – the clinical physiologist who led the Hammersmith delegation to Moscow – did so as well.

Melrose was originally from Cape Town. He studied at Oxford University, then at UCH Medical School, qualifying in 1945. Like so many other paedophiles’ friends, Melrose joined the Royal Navy. He subsequently took up a lecturing post at the Dept of Surgery at Hammersmith/RPMS, under the Head of Dept Prof Ian Aird.

Aird and Melrose had ambitions to develop a heart-lung machine. A Hungarian refugee Francis Kellerman had established a medical instrument firm, New Electronic Projects – NEP –  and ‘in spite of severe financial constraints’ Kellerman collaborated with Melrose to design and manufacture what became known as the Melrose-NEP heart-lung machine. I have not discovered where Kellerman found the funding to develop the machine. The Melrose-NEP heart-lung machine was first used in the pioneering operation at Hammersmith on 17 April 1957. It was such a good advert that sales boomed and the Melrose-NEP machine was quickly used across the UK, then in New Zealand and in Australia. Melrose ‘gave great personal support to units starting to do open heart surgery’. Well he and his mates had invented the technique which was dependent upon the use of the machine which went ping which they had not only also invented but were marketing and selling. That machine will not have come cheap, it cost rather more than a pair of posh knickers sold by Bentall’s in Kingston-upon-Thames.

A group of Russians decided to buy a Melrose-NEP machine and this is why Bentall et al went to Moscow with a machine that went ping…

In Moscow, the Soviet Deputy PM Anastas Mikoyan greeted Melrose’s team, embraced who we are told was ‘the buxom theatre nurse’ Phyllis Bowtle, saying ‘Medicine is clean, politics are dirty’.

Not if Bentall, Hammersmith and Melrose are involved, particularly when they have machines that go ping to flog and a Gov’t in trouble in need of good PR…

 

Bentall, Melrose et al didn’t only invent open heart surgery and the machine that went ping to go with it – they invented something else as well. When open heart surgery was performed using Melrose’s heart-lung machine, the patient’s heart would remain beating during the operation. This didn’t make the surgery impossible, but it was a hassle for the surgeon. Therefore Melrose and his team developed a way of inducing cardiac arrest in the patient being operated upon by using a potassium citrate perfusion into heart. Potassium arrest is still used in open heart surgery, but these days St Thomas’s cardioplegic solution is used.

When I read that potassium citrate had been replaced by something else, I wondered if there were perhaps risks associated with inducing cardiac arrest by potassium citrate. Not according to the blurb one usually finds associated with Bentall et al’s operations at Hammersmith. The usual claim is that by 1984, 300 patients had been operated on at Hammersmith and that there had been no deaths.

Yet I found clearly stated in a 1957 academic paper which reviewed the outcomes of open heart surgery patients at Hammersmith who had undergone elective cardiac arrest using Melrose’s heart-lung machine that out of 37 patients, 13 had died.

As Peter Cook would have said ‘Is that a fact? How very interesting.’

So the Hammersmith version of a McDonalds Happy Meal – open heart surgery, heart-lung machine, potassium citrate induced cardiac arrest – carried considerable risks for patients, yet those risks were air-brushed out of the picture at some point between 1957 and 1984.

I wonder if Hugh Bentall offered fries with that.

 

Prof Bill Cleland was the leading surgeon who was showcased in Moscow. Cleland was an Australian. After coming to the UK, he eventually became  consultant cardio-thoracic surgeon at King’s College Hospital, Hammersmith Hospital and Brompton Hospital, 1948-77. Cleland was Director of the Dept of Surgery at the Institute for Diseases of the Chest (later known as the Cardio-Thoracic Institute, Brompton Hospital), 1960-77. Cleland lectured and operated across Europe and the Middle East.

The Brompton is another ‘leading medical institution’ in London. When I worked at St George’s, the dreadful Mandy Leigh and Dr Cathy Wilson (see previous posts) were researching in collaboration with the Brompton. The process involved Mandy and Cathy spending much time swearing and cursing about the Brompton and its alleged inadequacies, but Mandy and Cathy responded to the whole universe in that way, so it may not have been a reflection on the Brompton.

 

Prof Bill Cleland’s son is a neurologist. I think that he is probably Dr Peter Cleland, who is now retired, but previously practised in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Peter Cleveland also worked for Nuffied, BUPA and Spire hospitals. There was a direct link between the paedophile gang which operated in the Newcastle area and Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. A number of mental health professionals from Newcastle-upon-Tyne went to work in north Wales with Dafydd and the paedophiles, including psychiatrist Dr Neil Davies and Professor Bob Woods of the School of Psychology at UCNW/Bangor University. Lord John Walton, Dafydd’s Big Mate who protected Dafydd for decades was a neurologist based in Newcastle (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’).

 

Professor Ian Aird was Hugh Bentall’s senior colleague at Hammersmith/RPMS. Ian Aird trained at the University of Edinburgh and then worked at the Royal Hospital for Sick Children in Edinburgh and also at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary. Aird served in the RAMC during WWII. In 1946 Aird was appointed Professor of Surgery at RPMS.

By all accounts, Aird was quite something. He became famous in 1953 for separating Nigerian Siamese twins, the first time that the operation had been carried out in the UK and he travelled across the world lecturing and operating. He is described as being hugely energetic and popular, but unusually for a surgeon, as ‘sensitive’.

In fact Ian Aird was so sensitive that it killed him. On 17 Sept 1962 he was found dead in his bed at Hammersmith Hospital. The cause of death was barbiturate poisoning. Prof Aird was said to have been taking barbiturates for depression.

So Prof Ian Aird – Bentall’s eminent senior colleague who did not join the PR trip to Moscow – died some 18 months after Bentall starred in the BBC documentary. Bentall purchased his Chair at RPMS less than two years after Ian Aird’s death.

Barbiturates were generously prescribed in the early 1960s, but the problem with barbiturates is that they are very toxic in overdose. Ian Aird would have known that.

Professor Ian Aird was working with a bunch of scoundrels who’s lying, cheating and dreadful behaviour permeated the whole of Hammersmith/RPMS 25 years later. Unlike some, Professor Aird did not purchase his Chair and career. Furthermore, Aird’s work eclipsed the work of the Hammersmith surgeon who did do that. Until of course Ian Aird died. Then the coast was clear for another Great Surgeon to emerge from Hammersmith.

Mary Wynch always maintained that her mother died of barbiturate poisoning in one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’. But Mary was mad. Dafydd said so after he unlawfully imprisoned her for a year.

Here’s Professor Richard Bentall, following in his dad’s footsteps as an Eminent Academic…

 

 

I have mentioned before that the IVF pioneer Prof Bob Edwards was a former UCNW student, but Bangor University wouldn’t admit to being associated with Bob Edwards until he won his Nobel Prize. What Bangor did used to max out on though – to the entertainment of the students – was Roger Whittaker being a UCNW graduate. Roger often got a mention, but at graduation in either 1984 or 1985, UCNW really developed Roger-mania and Roger turned up in person. He strummed his guitar, he sung a few songs and he whistled. Welsh TV and the press were there and Roger was interviewed and explained how studying at UCNW was the best thing since sliced bread. Roger studied biochemistry at UCNW back in the dark ages. He doesn’t mention this much, but Roger and academia didn’t go too well together. Roger only went to UCNW because his grades were so bad that nowhere else offered him a place and he ended up with a Third. When the media asked Roger if he ever regretted following a career as a whistling folk musician rather than a biochemist, Roger didn’t admit that he was so bad at biochemistry that he couldn’t have been a biochemist, he maintained that his whistling made people happy and that was more important than anything else.

Roger’s whistling certainly made a gang of sex traffickers happy. Roger arrived in Bangor to provide much needed PR in the wake of me and Brown complaining about Gwynne the lobotomist and me writing to the GMC about him. There had also been three students who had attempted suicide after encountering Gwynne and an Agri student had hung himself in one of the halls of residence. Goodness what that was all about, there was never any info provided, other than that one of the cleaners found his body.

One of Roger’s hits was ‘I’ve Got To Leave Old Durham Town’, which is what Professor Eric Sunderland did when the paedophile gang sent up a distress flare in 1984 and asked him to be Principal of UCNW. According to Roger’s wiki entry, he began his musical career when he was a student at Bangor, 1959-62, by singing in local clubs. Roger gave away a Flexi disc with the Bangor student newspaper, the ‘Bangor University Rag’. Roger seems to be telling porkies with regard to this. There were no clubs in Bangor until 1984. Even if we give Roger the benefit of the doubt and entertain the notion that in the early 60s, Bangor was not a tiny Welsh town rather inaccessible to much of Wales yet alone the rest of the UK, but a thriving metropolis where night was turned into neon day with streets thronging with nightclubs, strip joints and casinos, with a Chinatown and branches of all the best stores, Roger’s story still doesn’t add up. Bangor University wasn’t called Bangor University until many years after Roger graduated. It was UCNW until well after I graduated in 1984, its next incarnation was as the University of Wales, Bangor and in 2007 it became Bangor University. So whatever Roger Whittaker did when he was a student, he did not give away Flexi discs with a student newspaper called the ‘Bangor University Rag’.

However, Roger will have been a student at UCNW with the Burmese Generals – or as Brown called them ‘the Welsh gerontocracy’ – who subsequently ran Bangor, who doubled up as paedophiles’ friends and who attempted the military coup some 10 years ago. No wonder they dined out on Roger being a UCNW graduate and invited him back to do his whistling when there was a Challenge To Gwynne.

 

This morning I was reading a copy of the i newspaper from last Friday when I was faced with an interview with Ken Clarke, as part of the i’s ‘NHS at 70’ celebrations. Ken Clarke has featured extensively on this blog, so I won’t repeat his crimes here. Suffice to say that in just about every capacity in which he has been employed, Clarke colluded with and concealed serious crime in the NHS, including that of Dafydd and the paedophiles and the charmers at St George’s.

Ken reminisced about his time as Health Minister and then, from July 1988, Health Secretary, to the i. He of course remembered his famous battles with the BMA. Ken told the i that the BMA was ‘the most ruthless and determined opponent I ever faced’ and that they ‘were completely ruthless and unscrupulous’.

Before I realised what D.G.E. Wood and Tony Francis were doing to me without my knowledge, I used to chat to them a great deal about medicine and politics and of course about Ken Clarke. It’s how I found out how fond of Dr Death DGE Wood was. At the time of the BMA’s famous advertising campaign which involved an ad with the slogan ‘What do you call a man who ignores medical advice?’ ‘Ken Clarke’, I told Wood that the Tories were going to lose the battle with the BMA, although they probably deserved to win it. I quipped to Wood that all the BMA needed to do if Ken Clarke didn’t do exactly what they told him to do was to invite the TV cameras into the neonatal ward of any hospital and film all those babies being cared for by Angels. Ken Clarke would lose hands down. Wood laughed more loudly than I had ever heard him laugh before and smugly said ‘it’s called political muscle and we’ve got more of it than anyone else’.

Wood and his colleagues were running a sex trafficking ring which was murdering witnesses and Ken Clarke knew it. Clarke took on the BMA to a far great extent than any other Health Secretary ever has, but he didn’t win. The fight ended in stalemate because some of the BMA members were facilitating the paedophile gang which was supplying underaged children to a whole selection of people, including Gov’t Ministers and two friends of Thatcher’s. Ken knew it and he knew what was happening at Hammersmith Hospital as well.

Ken told the i last Friday that the NHS had been transformed by the Tory Gov’ts of which he was a part and as an example of the transformation, Ken reminded the i that ‘you had awful old fashioned asylums who were dealing with people who were mentally ill’.

The awful old fashioned asylum in Denbigh was illegally imprisoning the victims of the paedophile gang which Ken was ignoring in a dungeon.

Ken’s solution? It was to do a deal with the BMA for their mutual benefit – which involving destroying the careers of me and a number of my friends who had found out some of what was going on in north Wales and allowing Carlo’s mate the Duke of Westminster to buy a piece of real estate in Knightsbridge worth millions for £6000 (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

Nice one Ken! The Chancellor of the Exchequer has just announced that the Treasury has completely run out of money – it’s all been given to the NHS. The lot. Nothing left. Mentally ill people are just as badly off as when they were left to rot in Denbigh and every Dept of Children’s Social Services in the UK has been hijacked by sex trafficking gangs. The health outcomes for certain cohorts in much of the UK are some of the worst in Europe.

What an achievement.

Ken Clarke. Westminster’s answer to Edwina Hart. They knew what was going on, they tried to stand up to the Top Doctors, but because they were both so desperate to be PM/FM and didn’t dare lose the support of the caring sharing NHS they didn’t see it through. Instead they did deals with child abusers and killers.

Ken Clarke did not become PM. Edwina did not become FM. A lot of people died.

I note that Richard Bentall has passed through Swansea University, as well as the paedophiles’ friends’ favourites Bangor, Liverpool and Manchester Universities. Swansea University was the playground of Rhodri Morgan and Edwina Hart. It was also part of Lord Brian Flowers’ train set. Other institutions which Brian Flowers were given to play with were Hammersmith/RPMS and Manchester.

Never mind, Richard Bentall is leading a research team developing interventions which his colleagues admit don’t work.

 

The social worker daughter of one of Dafydd’s henchmen who worked as an Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was given a job as a senior social worker in the Office of the Children’s Commissioner of Wales, an Office which was established on the recommendation of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse to ensure that It Never Happens Again.

The son of one Mr Big at Hammersmith who concealed an even bigger vat of worms, including the criminal activity in north Wales, is a Professor of Clinical Psychology who is dedicating his career to Liberating Service Users. Whether Richard Bentall’s family business made generous donations to the Universities of Bangor, Liverpool and Manchester in return for Richard’s Chairs I have no idea.

 

‘The Morning Star’ today is looking to Dave Prentis, the General Secretary of UNISON, to lead the 70th anniversary celebrations of the NHS in style. Dave Prentis has been General Secretary since 2001. Prentis was appointed Deputy General Secretary of UNISON upon it’s formation in 1993 from the merger of NALGO, NUPE and COHSE. Many of those who abused children in north Wales were members of NALGO and NUPE. Some of the abusers were shop stewards of those unions. Those unions provided full protection for their members even after they had admitted to, or had been convicted of, serious offences against children. One NALGO rep who had abused children managed to produce a letter from a psychiatrist which enabled him to retire on favourable terms re financial provision. Numerous staff at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were members of COHSE. David Williams, the General Secretary of COHSE, was a former Angel from the North Wales Hospital. Dafydd’s henchman led the union. See post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’.

See you at the party Dave!

 

 

More Alan Bennett

‘The Morning Star’ today leads on Jezza and John McDonnell’s claims that the billions more that Theresa has just promised the Top Doctors will not be enough. No, they’ll soon get through it. There’ll be new carpets for the executive offices, expenses needed for overseas conferences and ‘training sessions’ during the course of which everyone will stay in a luxury hotel, there’s the Mindfulness sessions for staff, the essentials must be catered for. Not to mention the agency staff on the books of the agencies owned by Top Docs and senior managers, the management consultants called in by the already highly paid managers, the IT systems that won’t work, etc.

 

In the light of the continued outpouring of love for the NHS on the grounds that it ‘treats everyone equally’ and is socialism in action, I thought that I’d blog a bit more about the strategy used by Nye Bevan and Lord Charles Moran to persuade the Top Doctors to accept the establishment of the NHS.

The basis of the strategy was, as I explained in my post ‘The History, Boys…’, to give the Top Docs a great deal of money. Regarding my confusion as to whether Nye Bevan stuffed the Top Docs mouths with gold or, as Jeremy Paxman maintains, silver, I have been sent a journal article which states that Nye Bevan said that ‘Ultimately I had to stuff their mouths with gold’. Bevan was alleged to have said this over a dinner at the Commons. The dinner in question was to celebrate the Guillebaud Report, which exonerated Bevan of charges of extravagance.

In the face of all these folk commenting in the media that Nye Bevan was their hero because he was left wing and working class, I’ll just remind everyone that in their day, Bevan and his wife Jennie Lee were repeatedly accused of living like kings and as a result many felt that Bevan and Lee were exploiting their positions. It was mud thrown at them by their opponents that stuck because it was, sort of, true. One Top Doctor warmed to Bevan upon meeting him, because instead of encountering the class warrior whom he expected, he noticed that Mr Bevan was wearing a very expensive suit. Thus the ice was melted.

The journal article which I have been sent has some very useful information regarding the Distinction Awards System which, from the establishment of the NHS until very recently, was the NHS bonus system for Top Doctors. I think that the system has now been either scrapped completely or reformed beyond recognition, but it was certainly still in place in 1999, virtually unchanged from when it was introduced in the 1940s.

The bonuses distributed under this system were commonly known as ‘merit awards’ and they caused massive resentment. Only consultants could receive a merit award and, as someone told me back in the 1980s, one did not have to be meritorious to receive one. I’m fairly sure that all consultants received a merit award, but there were different categories of award. Even the lowest category was generous, it added many thousands of pounds to a Top Doctor’s salary, but the highest category – an A+ award – doubled the salary of a consultant. The reason that there was so much dissatisfaction with the system was that although the awards were funded from the public purse, they were decided and given out in secrecy. Until the late 1990s when the identities of award holders were published, no-one even knew who was receiving which award. The criteria on which merit awards were distributed were worded such that pretty much anyone doing anything could be given anything. It was a system which was alleged – even by the most conservative of Top Doctors – to reek of nepotism and inequity. There seemed to be very little logic in who was given which award, which led to repeated allegations of an old boys’ network in operation.

Such suspicions were confirmed when, after the awards were finally published, analyses demonstrated that there was systematic racial and gender discrimination at work. The discrimination was so marked that it could not be explained as an unintentional result of any other selection criteria. I also seem to remember reading that analyses had demonstrated that graduates of certain medical schools were being systematically favoured for receipt of the higher awards. Publications demonstrating discrimination were written by the usual suspects – Sam Everington and his colleagues. The Sam Everington who, after his dangerous youthful rebellion into raising awareness of the rampant racism and sexism within medicine, bagged a knighthood and seats on the BMA and GMC because he very wisely didn’t mention the institutional abuse of vulnerable people or heaven forbid, Dafydd (see post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’). Sam’s analyses were interesting, but I’m not sure that they were even needed – the biggest problem with the Distinction Awards System was that the awards were decided by a committee of Top Docs who were literally giving the dosh to their mates in secret without having to explain themselves to anyone.

The paper which I have been sent discussing the Distinction Awards System is by I.J.T. Davies and is from the Proceedings of the Royal College of Physicians Edinburgh, 1998, 28: 517-534.

Davies explains that the starting point of the Distinction Awards Scheme was the Spens Report, May 1948. My post ‘The History, Boys…’ explains that it was Winston Churchill’s physician, Lord Charles Moran aka Charlie Corkscrew, who helped set up the Spens Committee which determined the remuneration of Top Doctors and dentists and he Chaired the Gov’t Standing Committee which determined the payment of specialists.

Davies states that the Spens Report was considered to be a political document which was heavily biased in favour of the opinions of Charlie Corkscrew and Nye Bevan, the then Minister of Health. Opposition to the creation of the NHS among the Top Docs was so overwhelming and entrenched that Bevan needed to divide the medical profession to achieve his aim. In the face of the BMA opposing the NHS, Bevan needed to persuade the most influential specialists in the country to accept it. The plan to do this was hatched in a meeting between Corkscrew Charlie and Bevan in Pruniers Restaurant, St James’s, London. It wasn’t Greggs – St James’s is in Mayfair and a quick google reveals that there is still a Pruniers Restaurant in St James’s, but it is now called Caviar House & Prunier.

 

Here’s a pic from the ‘Socialist Worker’ of a rally in support of the NHS which was held earlier this year and was addressed by Jeremy Corbyn:


Over a thousand people packed the meeting

 

 

Charlie Corkscrew knew that a system of Distinction Awards would split the Royal Colleges from the BMA. Charlie Corkscrew also had an eye on his own future security. He was in his early 60s, was said to be ‘careless with money’ and with ‘no regular paid employment’ apart from his ‘small private practice’. If the Distinction Award System was established, Corkscrew’s friendship with Bevan would ensure that Corkscrew would be selected as Chairman of the first Advisory Committee in Distinction Awards. He also needed to influence the Royal College of Physicians of London, because he was up for election as President against the popular Lord Horder, who was opposed to the NHS.

Corkscrew had a known ‘distaste’ for psychiatry and anaesthetics and he therefore designed an in-built bias against these specialities into the Distinction Awards System.

The Spens Committee took evidence from only one Royal College – the Royal College of Physicians of London.

 

The Distinction Awards System was the cause of so much dissatisfaction that Top Doctors had forays in which they opposed it by publishing in medical journals. Between 1975-88, Peter Bruggen and Stanford Bourne, two psychiatrists working at the Tavistock Clinic, wrote a series of articles for the BMJ criticising the system. Their anger had boiled over when these two ‘distinguished psychiatrists’ had found themselves in a group of ‘a dozen distinguished colleagues’ – everyone I note was distinguished, there was not one hopeless, incompetent idiot among them – when one of the distinguished ones revealed that they had received a Distinction Award. World War III broke out because none of the others had and do you know they all agreed that at least six of them were worthy of a Distinction Award and thus a a series of articles appeared in the BMA.

So who were the distinguished psychiatrists who had been denied the dosh that they so richly deserved?

From 1969-94 Peter Bruggan was a consultant psychiatrist at Hill End Adolescent Unit, St Albans. According to an article about Bruggan in ‘Psychology Today’: ‘That unit had the UK’s lowest length of stay and attracted around 100 professional visitors a year. He was also a consultant psychiatrist from 1969-90 at the Tavistock Clinic from where, with Sandy Bourne, he published several BMJ papers exposing the origins of systemic discipline and gender bias in the Distinction Awards’.

So much for ‘Psychology Today’ – Hill End Adolescent Unit was the subject of an abuse expose when it was revealed that 17 patients had complained of being physically or sexually assaulted by staff and forcibly sedated. Was Peter Bruggan helping ‘young tearaways?’ No. The complainants included anorexic girls.

Bruggan has co-authored with Celebrity Shrink Raj Persaud, who became famous by being the go-to media psych and then became infamous when it was revealed that this Top Doc had plagiarised other Top Docs work and had done so for years before anyone challenged him. The person who exposed the lying cheat that was Persaud was Professor Richard Bentall, a psychologist who trained and worked at Bangor University. I really appreciated Richard Bentall doing that, but I wish that he’d blown the whistle on Dafydd and the paedophiles as well, because Bentall knew all about them. Richard Bentall’s dad was Professor Hugh Bentall, the heart surgeon at Hammersmith Hospital, who’s colleagues were committing research fraud like there was no tomorrow and who’s secretary became his mistress, so Bentall arranged for her to do a degree and then a PhD in anatomy and somehow she was then given a lecturing job. She taught me when I was doing my MSc at Hammersmith. She spent a lot of her time ordering other staff around who deeply resented her but didn’t dare say anything because of who she had shagged in the past, so they exacted their revenge by passing on tales of her adventures with Hugh Bentall. The Bentall family owned Bentall’s, the up-market dept store in Kingston-Upon-Thames.

Richard Bentall did a good job in the witness box against Persaud but nevertheless was subjected to much sneering and pompousing by the GMC. Well he was merely a clinical psychologist, not a real Top Doctor. Persaud was not struck off, but he was suspended for three months. Persaud works at Dafydd’s old stomping ground, the Maudsley.

I am wondering whether Richard Bentall was only given the time of day by the GMC because of who his dad was – Persaud had nicked loads of people’s work before he snaffled Bentall’s and everybody else had been ignored when they raised concerns.

In Jan 2018, Persaud and Bruggan wrote a comment article for the i in the wake of the sexual abuse case against Larry Nassar, the USA Olympics Gymnastics team Top Doctor. Their article was entitled ‘How To Apologise: a Guide for Larry Nassar, George H.W. Bush and Kevin Spacey’.

Stanford Bourne is so distinguished that I can find no trace of him except for references to the articles that he wrote for the BMJ with his distinguished abusing colleague.

 

By 1981 the Top Docs were having such hissy fits re the Distinction Awards that the Commons Social Services Committee investigated. Two members of that Committee were David Ennals and Sir Nicholas Winterton. Lord Ennals is an old favourite of this blog, he was a Labour MP and a paid-up paedophiles friend. Ennals worked for MIND in its paedophile days and then became Chairman and President (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’); he was also a friend of Dafydd’s mate from the Maudsley, Dr Jim Birley. Ennals was Minister for the Army, then in the Home Office and then Minister for Social Services in Wilson’s administration, 1966-70. Ennals was Secretary of State for Social Services, 1976-79, under Jim Callaghan. He was Secretary to the UNA, 1952-57, then Chairman in 1984. Dafydd was linked to the UNA. Ennals’s son Sir Paul Ennals was Chief Exec of the National Children’s Bureau. The NCB was infiltrated with paedophiles and was connected to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

David Ennals died in 1995 – as the voices demanding a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales could no longer be ignored. Ennals died from pancreatic cancer which is notorious for killing people soon after symptoms are first noticed. Having said that I now realised that coroners and pathologists do not always tell the truth about the cause of death of witnesses to wrongdoing in high places.

In his capacity as a member of the 1981 Commons Committee investigating the Distinction Awards System, David Ennals expressed concern about the way in which psychiatrists in particular seemed to be losing out under the system and asked if there was any way in which they could receive ‘special help’.

Dafydd was reputed to be a millionaire by 1981.

‘I’m just an old fashioned girl with an old fashioned mind
Not sophisticated, I’m the sweet and simple kind
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old fashioned millionaire.’

Eartha Kitt also recorded ‘Santa Baby’.

Single Eartha Kitt-Santa Baby cover.jpg

 

One Christmas a Hergest patient was in festive spirit so he drew a big picture of ‘Father Jonesmas’. It was actually drawn in the style of Guiseppe Arcimboldo, the 16th century Italian artist who became known for drawing portraits of people made up of vegetables, but this man drew a portrait of Father Jonesmas with a face which was unmistakably comprised of male genitalia. The portrait was much admired until Tony Francis noticed the crowd of Empowered Service Users having a good laugh at it whilst sharing trips down memory lane with regard to Dafydd-related experiences. Francis took the portrait down on the grounds that it was ‘personal and obscene’. Complaints about Dafydd continued to go uninvestigated.

Sir Nicholas Winterton was Tory MP for Macclesfield, 1971-02 and was a member of the Monday Club.

Winterton was a member of the West Midlands Conservative Council from 1967 -71 and was a Warwickshire County Councillor representing a coal mining and industrial division in North Warwickshire from 1967–72. So he could well have known Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Robert Bluglass.

Although never promoted to a Ministerial or Shadow role, Winterton served as a member of the Social Services Select Committee, 1979-90 and was then Chairman of the Health Select Committee, 1990–92. He’ll have known about Dafydd et al then.

Winterton’s wife was Lady Ann Winterton, the Tory MP for Congleton, Cheshire, 1983-2010. Ann Winterton was educated at Erdington Grammar School for Girls. Following her election to represent Congleton in 1983, she was a member of several Select Committees, the National Drug Strategy, 1998-01 and Social Security, 2000-01. So She’ll have known something about Dafydd being given huge ‘contracts’ to provide ‘substance abuse services’ by the NHS. Winterton is a representative of the Organisation for Security and Co-operation in Europe, and a Patron of Cheshire NSPCC. Dafydd and the paedophile gang operated in Cheshire. Winterton is also President of the Congleton Pantomime Society.

The Wintertons were investigated by the Parliamentary Standards Commissioner, who concluded that they misused their MPs’ expenses to pay rent for a flat that they had already bought outright. Once the mortgage had been fully repaid, the Wintertons transferred the ownership of the flat into a family trust. Since 2002 they had paid the rent to their trust for living in the flat from their MPs’ expenditure. The Committee accepted that the Wintertons had ‘at no stage attempted to conceal their arrangements’. Nicholas Winterton said of his expenses ‘I try to tackle matters of expenses in a responsible way, I don’t spend any more money than is absolutely necessary’. This was at odds with his party’s leader, David Cameron, who branded them as ‘indefensible’. On 25 May 2009 it was announced that both the Wintertons would stand down as MPs at the next general election.

 

At one point Nicholas Winterton stood accused of slapping a Labour (female) MP on the bum. He agreed that it was possible that he had done this. Ann Winterton has a track record of telling racist jokes with punch lines that depend upon the death of a Foreigner. In 2005 Ann Winterton waxed lyrical about Britain being a country in which crime had got out of control. Organised sexual abuse in Cheshire certainly had.

Many years ago I was told by a member of the Tory Party that the Wintertons were swingers. I only heard about this because the person who told me couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to swing with Nicholas Winterton, but I was told that he did manage to find partners for this activity.

 

The swingers on the Social Services Committee investigating Distinction Awards in 1981 of course interviewed a Top Doctor, namely Sir Stanley Clayton, who had Chaired the Advisory Committee on Distinction Awards for a five year term in the past. Stanley Clayton was President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, 1972-75.

The Royal College of Surgeons ‘Plarr’s Live Of The Fellows’ tells us that Stanley Clayton was born in 1911, the son of a clergyman. He was educated at Kingswood School, Bath and qualified from King’s College Hospital. He served in the RAMC and then resumed his career in obstetrics and gynaecology at King’s. Clayton was made a consultant at both King’s College and Queen Charlotte’s Hospitals and later at the Chelsea Hospital for Women. Clayton contributed to the classic text book, the ‘Ten Teachers’ publication in obstetrics and gynaecology . Clayton was elected the first Professor of Obstetrics and Gynaecology at King’s College Hospital which followed his earlier appointment to the Chair at Queen Charlotte’s and the Chelsea Hospital for Women. He died in 1986.

Queen Charlotte’s has a ward named after Sir Stanley. Someone has posted a question on mumsnet asking if anyone has experience of it. Well if they have had, it will have cost them. The Sir Stanley Clayton ward ‘is the private post-natal ward which includes en suite facilities for patients. You and your baby will stay in modern, private en suite bedrooms, designed to ensure your comfort and make you feel right at home. Partners are encouraged to stay and, subject to availability, you will also be able to request one of the wards double bedrooms. Private rooms are equipped to ensure you have an enjoyable stay and include satellite TV and a free WiFi network as standard’.

Sir Stanley Clayton ward is part of Imperial Private Healthcare. It was named after a man who, as I shall shortly explain, gave his crooked colleagues huge secret bonuses. He was able to do that because of the deal which Nye Of The Cloth Cap struck with the Top Doctors at the founding of the NHS.

 

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Davies’s 1998 journal article discusses – in the context of self-regulation of Top Doctors – a number of cases in which Top Doctors received Distinction Awards and were then disgraced. Malcolm Pearce is given as an example. Pearce was the consultant at St George’s Hospital Medical School who, along with Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain – who had worked with Stanley Clayton at Queen Charlotte’s and had contributed to the ‘Ten Teachers’ book – was caught publishing fraudulent research. Pearce was struck off among much outrage and hullabaloo, but Chamberlain did not even face disciplinary action from the GMC – instead he gave evidence against Pearce. Chamberlain did have to resign as President of the Royal College of Obstetrics and Gynaecology however. I suspect that Chamberlain got off partly or wholly as a result of his closeness to Sir George Pinker, what with Pinker’s Royal connections (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’). Or it could have been because Chamberlain was concealing the paedophile gang which Dafydd facilitated, which numbered among its members Sir Peter Morrison, brother of Dame Mary, Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to HM Queen Lilibet and which had connections to Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor aka the Duke of Westminster, who was a friend of Carlo’s.

Davies’s article makes the point that Malcolm was given his merit award on the basis of his research, which was later demonstrated to have been fraudulent. Malcolm kept his award after the research fraud was exposed. Geoffrey Chamberlain will undoubtedly have been in receipt of a merit award as well and Professor Stuart Stanton, another gynaecologist at St George’s who was loathed and surrounded by clouds of suspicion, was rumoured to be in receipt of an A+ merit award.

What did all Chamberlain, Pearce and Stanton have in common? They were all closely associated with Sir Stanley Clayton, who had Chaired the Advisory Committee which dished out the awards.

The journal article by Davies mentioned two other Top Docs as well as Pearce who had been caught faking research whilst in receipt of Distinction Awards – Dr John Anderton and Dr P.G.F. Nixon.

Dr John Anderton had his name removed from the Medical Register in 1997 after he admitted faking research while he was head of the Renal Transplant Unit at the Western General in Edinburgh. Anderton had been a consultant for more than 25 years when he was struck off for forging signatures of patients who were meant to be testing a new drug, Amiodipine, used to treat high blood pressure. In reality, no-one was ever given the drug.

Anderton was a former Registrar of the Royal College of Physicians in Edinburgh. He admitted inventing data and persuading his assistant, Maureen Johnstone, to lie to auditors by saying that she had witnessed the signatures. His cover-up was discovered when he mistakenly spelt her name without an ‘e’ on the forged consent forms. The GMC found that Dr Anderton had ‘repeatedly behaved dishonestly’ and had abused the trust of administrative staff and found him guilty of serious professional misconduct. The deception earned Mr Anderton more than £40,000 although ‘he made no personal financial gain’. If a deception had earned me more than 40 k I’d feel that I had made considerable financial gain. Dr Anderton was said to be suffering from a breakdown at the time of the forgeries.

Malcolm Pearce produced medical evidence stating that he was suffering from manic-depression when he wrote a journal article claiming to have performed a life-saving operation which never took place.

When Empowered Service Users in north Wales were prosecuted by Dafydd and the paedophiles, it would be stressed that they suffered from ‘an abnormality of mind’, but it was a personality disorder which isn’t a real mental illness. It’s enough of a mental disorder to be banged up for life for committing a trivial crime or indeed no crime at all, but it’s a special sort of very convenient mental disorder which means that the Empowered Service User can be refused care and treatment and sent to prison instead.

Dr P.G.F. Nixon was a retired Charing Cross cardiologist who lost a libel case against Channel 4. During the case he admitted that errors in his reported research were ‘more than just a slip of the pen’.

Pearce, Anderton and Nixon should never have fabricated research, but Dafydd should not have been running a sex trafficking ring and Chamberlain and numerous others should not have been colluding with him. Dafydd and Chamberlain were never struck off.

Davies’s paper also mentioned the case of James Wisheart. It was concerns around Wisheart which resulted in the Bristol Heart Surgery Scandal, in which it became clear that Wisheart and others operated well beyond their competence with fatal results. Wisheart was given an A merit award in 1994, when questions had already been asked about his conduct as Medical Director for his Trust as well as about his actions as a paediatric surgeon. Wisheart was struck off, but the GMC explained that nonetheless there ‘was no evidence that he had acted with anything but the best intentions for his patients’.

No there never is, no matter how dangerous or deranged the Top Doctor – unless of course the Top Doc is a whistleblower.

Everybody – including me – who complained about Dafydd was repeatedly told that he was acting in our best interests. Whilst he ran that sex trafficking ring, abducted us, unlawfully imprisoned us, perjured himself in court, threatened us, tried to bribe us and then sent the boys round.

Bristol University was the alma mater of Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was facilitating the trafficking ring in north Wales.

 

People need to get their heads around the fact that the Top Doctors do not regulate themselves. They never have and they never will. I wrote to the GMC about the constant threats and harassment towards me on the part of the Top Doctors in the immediate aftermath of the Harold Shipman Scandal. There was actually an apology to the victims of Harold Shipman posted up on the GMC website at the time that I wrote to them about Dr Tony Roberts and Dr Andy Jones of the Hergest Unit. There was not even an investigation into Roberts and Jones. My lawyer later discovered a forged letter purporting to be from me in the possession of the GMC (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’). Andy Jones was removed from the Register a few years later, after a violent attack on his wife and the removal of his children from his care on the grounds that they were severely neglected.

After conducting the Harold Shipman Inquiry and reporting in 2002, Dame Janet Smith gave the GMC yet another chance, but told them that they were ‘drinking in the last chance saloon’. No, they are getting completely pissed and smashing the pub up because they know that there is no chance that they will be chucked out and banned for life.

Then Dame Janet conducted the Inquiry into Jimmy Savile’s offending and guess what, when she published the Dame Janet Smith Review in 2016, she concluded that there was no evidence that senior managers in the NHS knew what Savile was doing. Of course they did you foolish blinkered old cow, I was told by two different medical researchers in 1988 that Savile was molesting children and a few years later I heard tales from Stoke Mandeville as well…

Dame Janet practised as a barrister in Manchester for 20 years, specialising in personal injury and clinical negligence cases. After being appointed QC in 1986, she was appointed by Lancashire County Council in 1991 to hold a public inquiry into reported abuse of autistic children children at Scotforth House in Lancaster. Dame Janet was appointed a High Court judge in 1992.

Why does none of that surprise me?

A Dangerous Idiot In Pearls pretending to be all wise by looking over her half-moons:

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Davies’s 1998 journal article also mentions the work of Charles Webster, the ‘official NHS historian’. Webster is a laugh a minute, he was involved in writing the history of the mental health services in north Wales back in the 1990s when Dafydd and the paedophiles were in need of PR and reinforcements. Charles missed a few things, as did his co-authors. Someone else wrote another history of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh as well, which has become notorious for being a sort of romantic novel about Dafydd et al. Someone keeps requesting that I should give that book a kicking on this blog. Look, I’m not going to, it would be like savaging a hamster…

Kind and caring nurses? Er, no Pam, they murdered one of my friends. ‘Nuff said.

 

What I would like to know is why Mr Big of NHS history Charles Webster was willing to lend a hand in the face of a gang of paedophiles in distress. Webster was a Fellow of Corpus Christie College, Oxford, 1972-88; Director of the Wellcome Unit for the History of Medicine, 1972-88; Reader in History of Medicine, University of Oxford, 1972-88; Senior Research Fellow of All Souls’ College Oxford from 1988 onward.

Top Doctors calling, Top Doctors calling…

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Lord Oliver Franks was Chairman of the Wellcome Trust and Chairman of the Governors at the United Oxford Hospitals.

Oliver Franks was educated at Bristol Grammar School and Queen’s College, Oxford. He became an Oxford academic and Provost of Worcester College, Oxford. He served as Professor of Moral Philosophy at the University of Glasgow, 1936-46.

Oliver Franks married Barbara Tanner and she gave birth to three daughters. She died in 1987.

At the beginning of WWI Franks was employed by the Ministry of Supply, where he rose to become Permanent Secretary by 1945. During the war he achieved fame by replacing the supplies after Dunkirk and also replaced supplies from losses in the Battle of the Atlantic. After the war he became Permanent Secretary to the Ministry of Supply.

 Franks was a Liberal and a great supporter of Clement Attlee. He had frequent conversations with Churchill and Nehru. After a spell as Provost of his alma mater, Queen’s College, 1946-8, Franks was summoned by Bevin in 1947 to head the British delegation at the European discussions about George Marshall’s proposals of aid. He helped found NATO and became chairman of the Organisation for European Economic Cooperation. Franks had on his staff at various times Philby, Burgess and Maclean.

Franks was Ambassador to the US, 1948-52. When he returned to England from Washington he took up the post of Chairman of Lloyds Bank which he held from 1954-62, remaining a Director until 1975. Between 1960-62 Franks was also Chairman of Friends Provident. He was a member of the Steering Committee of the Bilderberg Group. 

In 1982, aged 77 yrs, Franks was appointed to Chair the Inquiry into the events leading to the Falklands War. The Franks Report, 1983, came up trumps – it was concluded that Thatch et al bore no responsibility for the invasion, despite their wilful ignoring of warnings that Argentina were going to invade the islands. Members of the Franks Committee included paedophiles’ friends Lord Anthony Barber (see post ‘Events, Dear Boy, Events’) and Merlyn Rees (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

 

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Franks was Chancellor of the University of East Anglia, 1965-84; Chairman of the Honours Scrutiny Committee, the President Kennedy Memorial Centre, the Rhodes Trust and the Rockerfeller Foundation.

 

In 1984 there was another Inquiry concerning the Falklands, the Falkland Islands Commission of Inquiry into a hospital fire, Chaired by Sir David Calcutt. Calcutt also Chaired two Inquiries into the workings of the press.

In 1989 Calcutt Chaired the Committee on Privacy and Related Matters. The following year, Calcutt recommended a Press Complaints Commission to replace the Press Council. In 1993 Calcutt Chaired the Review of Press Self-Regulation.

Calcutt went to Cranleigh School and then read law and music at King’s College, Cambridge. He was called to the Bar in 1955 and joined Middle Temple. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was a member of Middle Temple. Calcutt worked on the Western Circuit and also worked for The Times Law Reports, of which he later became Editor.

In 1973, Calcutt prosecuted Maureen Bingham, the wife of the Naval Officer who had passed secrets to the Russians. She received two-and-a-half years and Calcutt, in the Court of Appeal, successfully argued that contacting a member of the Soviet Embassy was a sufficient preliminary step in the venture to justify her conviction.

Calcutt was Head of Chambers which he ruled in, some said, a benevolent dictatorship from 1976-88. He became Deputy Chairman of Somerset Quarter Sessions in 1970 and then became a Recorder of the Crown Court. Calcutt was Chairman of the Bar in 1984, often the final step to an appointment to the High Court bench. Instead Calcutt became Master of Magdelene College, Cambridge where he had taught law in the 1970s. There was a row over the appointment with allegations that it had been ‘undemocratic’.

From 1974-77, Calcutt was an inspector for the Department of Trade into the Cornhill Consolidated property crash and over the next 20 years he headed numerous inquiry boards. He was Chairman of the Takeover Panel, and also the Home Secretary’s independent assessor on compensation for miscarriages of justice, awarding nearly £1 m to Paddy Hill of the Birmingham Six and £30,000 to Colin Wallace, wrongly convicted of killing his friend in a long-running cause célèbre in which Wallace was championed by Paul Foot. Colin Wallace was an MI5 officer who alleged that factions of the security services in N Ireland were doing things that they shouldn’t be.

Calcutt was regarded as generous in his compensation awards, but he pleased neither the public nor Winston Silcott, whom he awarded £10,000 for the time he was wrongly in custody awaiting trial. Calcutt did explain his assessments – a policy not adopted by his successor.

Calcutt was a member of the Criminal Injuries Compensation Board. Which was notorious for making insultingly low payments to people who had suffered serious injury.

In 1978 Calcutt was appointed a judge of the Appeal Court of the Channel Islands. He was Chancellor of the dioceses of Exeter and Bristol from 1971 and in Europe from 1983.

Calcutt married Barbara Walker, a psychiatric social worker in 1969. They spent a lot of time on Exmoor, as well as at their main home near Winchester Cathedral.

The Calcutts knew what Jeremy Thorpe was doing and probably a lot of other people as well.

David Calcutt was knighted in 1991, the year of the Great Cover-Up, in which witnesses to the wrongdoing of the Westminster Paedophile Ring either had their lives destroyed or were given honours, depending upon what sort of witnesses they were.

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Events, Dear Boy, Events

I am not going to concern myself so much with media reports regarding the excesses of the ‘services’ on this blog any longer because the excesses are such that, as the NHS and other ‘services’ disintegrate to such an extent that it can no longer be concealed, paedophiles’ friends are popping up in the media from all directions screaming loudly that all that is needed is for them to be given many more millions of pounds and then everything will be OK.

The sociologist Loic Wacquant argued some years ago that because neoliberal capitalism had left politicians powerless, all that they could offer was ‘solutions’ in terms of crime and punishment and that was why so many were banging on about the necessity to build more prisons and get tough on crime and the causes of crime. Loic Wacquant lives in the US so he might not waste his time following what UK politicians are doing, but their latest offering is legislation to imprison anyone – for up to two years – who takes ‘up-skirt photos’. I’m unimpressed with this gesture because there is already legislation in place to cover this behaviour. If I can be prosecuted for staring at a social worker in Safeways, one who’s colleagues are running a paedophile gang at that and then also prosecuted for telling the secretary of another facilitator of the same paedophile gang that he is a fat idiot, I can only presume that the up-skirt peeping toms have not been prosecuted for reasons other than a lack of legislation. Furthermore, Dafydd illegally imprisoned people in a dungeon and like the up-skirt photographers he was never prosecuted. But as with demanding that Somalis are prosecuted for FGM – even in the absence of evidence – demanding tough sentences for up-skirt photographers is a damned site easier than tackling organised crime in the welfare services.

One thought occurs to me MPs – to take an up-skirt shot, the photographer would have to be in the vicinity of the woman’s feet/ankles. A solution would be for the targeted woman to kick them in the chops, very very hard. Easier, quicker, cheaper and one would not have to take one’s chances with an endemically corrupt criminal justice system. Something tells me that Dafydd could have spent 24 hours a day taking up-skirt shots and there would have been no action taken against him. After all, Dafydd’s mate at Bart’s, Prof Linford Rees, photographed female patients in the bath and showed the photos to students in his lectures (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

 

Instead I am using this post to name a few more of those who’s Big Ideas contributed towards a gang of paedophiles remaining untouchable for many years.

My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ detailed those managing Gwynedd Social Services whilst the paedophile gang operated in the Council’s children’s homes. For much of that time the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council was Ioan Bowen Rees, who has featured in a number of previous blog posts. I have mentioned that despite the havoc in Gwynedd County Council during his years of leadership, Bowen Rees was an intelligent erudite man, an Oxford graduate who was considered one of Europe’s leading experts on local democracy.

This might explain why, when Bowen Rees was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was described in the media as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’ and the social workers who ran the paedophile gang were constantly telling people that the ‘services’ were the best in Europe. Us service users used to shriek with laughter when we read such descriptions of the people who were trying to shag us, who were threatening us, assaulting us, lying about us in court and leaving some of our friends so desperate that they killed themselves. The extraordinary thing is that Bowen Rees really was considered an expert in local gov’t at a European level. So we can only wonder why a paedophile gang expanded its operations in Gwynedd County Council when Bowen Rees was Chief Exec and why a paedophile gang expanded its operations in Dyfed when Ioan Bowen Rees was County Secretary of Dyfed County Council prior to relocating to Gwynedd.

Dafydd and the paedophiles were linked with a pan-European paedophile gang. Gwynedd social workers tripped over themselves to become involved with projects that sociologists in Bangor University were running with sociologists and social workers in Europe. The Gwynedd social workers knew bugger all about the academic work involved, but they were there at every workshop, at every buffet and stressed to the visiting European academics that the services in Gwynedd were, of course, leading the way.

Two Bangor lecturers who were particularly keen to climb aboard the European projects bandwagon were John Borland and Aled Griffiths. Borland had retired by the time that I began work as a sociologist at Bangor, but I was interested to discover that Borland had set up a company to supply ‘service users’ who would provide  the legally required ‘feedback’ on the ‘services’ in north Wales. I had never met one ‘service user’ who had heard of John Borland, yet alone worked for his business. Borland’s wife was Sandra Betts, an expert on Wimmin in Wales who was rarely seen in the University and who’s own work was substantially done by unpaid female PhD students. Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer is married to Joanna Griffiths, who until her retirement was Director of Conwy Social Services. Joanna was Director when Conwy failed to respond to complaints that residents in Prestwood Homes were being appallingly abused (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’). Aled’s sister is Gwenan Carrington, who was Director of Gwynedd Social Services after Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes ‘retired’ from that role when the Waterhouse Report was published. Aled Griffiths’s brother Huw was a highly incompetent solicitor who was one of those who sat in Bangor Magistrates Court watching Dafydd and the paedophiles fit up their victims. In fact Huw watched Dafydd and the paedophiles fit me up, that’s how I knew him, years before I encountered the joys of the Buffet Slayer.

A very cosy arrangement for everyone involved. This bunch were colleagues of Professor Mark Williams and some of them appear on his ‘Mindfulness’ publications (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Mark Williams has now taken his pyramid selling Mindfulness scam to China and Hong Kong.

Ioan Bowen Rees, being very keen on Europe and their systems of local democracy, some of which Ioan maintained were far superior to that found in the UK, spent a lot of time in Europe. I have mentioned previously that Max Beloff, the father of Cherie Booth’s friend and colleague Michael Beloff, rated one of Bowen Rees’s books so highly that he maintained that it was ‘essential reading for public servants’. Bowen Rees doubled up as an adviser to Plaid MPs Gwynfor Evans and Dafydd Wigley, both of whom knew that organised child sexual abuse bloomed wherever Ioan was to be found but who said nothing (see posts ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

There is however someone else who was a mate of and intellectual traveller with Ioan Bowen Rees whom I have not yet mentioned – Professor Leopold Kohr. Kohr grew up in Oberndorf near Salzburg and it remained his ideal of community. He held a doctorate in law from the University of Innsbruck, Austria and one in political science from the University of Vienna. Kohr also studied at the LSE.

Kohr became a freelance correspondent during the Spanish Civil War where he was impressed by the self-contained governments of Catalonia and Aragon, as well as by the small Spanish anarchist city-states of Alcoy and Caspe. He became a close friend of George Orwell and shared offices with Ernest Hemingway and Andre Malraux. 

Kohr fled Austria in 1938 after it was annexed by Nazi Germany and emigrated to the US, later becoming an American citizen.

Kohr taught economics and political philosophy at Ruthers University in New Jersey, 1943-55. From 1955-73, he was Professor of Economics and Public Administration in the University of Puerto Rico in San Juan, except for a period in 1965-66 when he was Professor of Economics at the University of the Americas in Mexico City; during these years Kohr developed his concepts of village renewal and ‘lent his advice to local city planning initiatives.’ He also advised the independence movement of the of Anguilla. 

After many rejections by American and British publishers, Kohr’s first book, ‘The Breakdown of Nations’, was published in 1957 in Britain after a chance meeting with anarchist Sir Herbert Read. 

Kohr moved from Puerto Rico to Wales, where he taught political philosophy at the University College of Wales, Aberystwyth from 1968-77. So Kohr was there when Carlo spent a brief period at Aber learning Welsh. Kohr worked in the Department of Extra-mural Studies at Aber and was senior tutor, 1973-77.

The project of Welsh independence, founded on the ideal of ‘cymdeithas’ (community) was dear to Kohr and he became a mentor to Plaid and a close friend of its then leader, Gwynfor Evans.

Yma O Hyd! Sing-a-long-a Dafydd Iwan and a gang of molesters with intellectual aspirations. Which provided a very useful carapace.

 

After retiring from teaching, Kohr divided his time between Gloucester and  Hellbrunn, near Salzburg. He was planning to return to his hometown of Oberndorf to live when he died in 1994.

Kohr described himself as a ‘philosophical anarchist’. He protested the ‘cult of bigness’ and economic growth and promoted the concept of human scale and small community life.  Kohr’s vision called for a dissolution of centralized political and economic structures in favour of local control, which was pretty much Ioan Bowen Rees’s ‘vision’ for Wales. Ioan’s cup brimmed over when the National Assembly for Wales was established – he was an adviser to the Welsh Office civil servants and to Ron ‘it was a moment of madness/I was looking for badgers’ Davies (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’) regarding devolution.

It is not a coincidence that the Welsh Assembly is stuffed full of weak, third-rate AMs who in their previous lives concealed a paedophile gang.

This was the Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy who did his best to ensure that Ron Davies would be Wales’s First Minister, until that male prostitute Boogie got in the way:

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According to Clarissa Dickson Wright, when Blair was at Oxford he was widely suspected of being gay and was known as Miranda.

Miranda:
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I’ve only ever met one person called Miranda and that was a young patient at Springfield Hospital in 1991. She was relentlessly pursued by a predatory male patient and was actually quite frightened of him. The staff watched this man shout ‘Miranda, I’m coming after you’ and she fled on a regular basis, yet they did nothing.

 

Kohr was an important inspiration to the Green, bioregional, Forth World, decentralist and anarchist movements. He contributed often to John Papworth’s `Journal for the Fourth World’, Resurgence. One of Kohr’s students was economist E.F. Schumacher, whose book ‘Small Is Beautiful’ took its title from one of Kohr’s core principles.

In 1983, a student with a sense of humour at Aston University was faced with a finals paper in which one of the questions was ‘Small is beautiful. Discuss.’ This student did indeed discuss Small Is Beautiful. He wrote a whole essay arguing why he preferred to have sex with women with small boobs. When faced with his essay, the exam board weren’t sure what to do, so a meeting was held and it was agreed that for that essay they would simply give him a pass mark. The rest of his work was of a high standard and he emerged with a 2:1.

The VC of Aston University at the time was Sir Freddie Crawford, aka ‘Mrs Thatcher’s favourite Vice-Chancellor’. At least the student who liked small boobs sat his own exams. There was a problem at Aston at the time – it was discovered that several members of Middle Eastern Royal families had registered for engineering degrees and had sent their servants along to attend the lectures and sit the exams for them. The degrees were issued in the names of their employers, who found themselves in possession of engineering degrees whilst knowing nuzzing. I was told that Ruhi Behi, a former psych nurse from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, used the services of someone else to acquire his degree in psychology from UCNW in the 1980s. Behi subsequently became Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University. Behi bagged his degree when paedophiles’ friend Eric Sunderland was Principal/VC and was appointed Head of Healthcare Sciences when paedophiles’ friend Roy Evans was VC.

 

Leopold Kohr’s ideas inspired Kirkpatrick’s books ‘Human Scale’ (1980) and ‘Dwellers in the Land: The Bioregional Vision’ (1985). Sale arranged the first American publication of ‘The Breakdown of Nations’ in 1978 and wrote the foreword.

 

Ioan Bowen Rees also co-authored with Hugh MacDiarmid and Owen Dudley Edwards.

Hugh MacDiarmid was the pen name of Christopher Murray Grieve, a Scottish poet, journalist, essayist and political figure. He is best known for his works written in ‘synthetic Scots’, a ‘literary version of the Scots language that MacDiarmid himself developed’. So he invented his own language. He probably awarded himself a prize for it as well a la the Learned Society of Wales. However, Grieve’s earliest work was written in English and from the early 1930s onwards much of the poetry published under MacDiarmid’s name was also written in an English.

MacDiarmid was born in the Scottish border town of Langholme, Dumfriesshire. He was educated at Langholm Academy before becoming a teacher for a brief time at Broughton Higher Grade School in Edinburgh. MacDiarmid lived in London, Liverpool and Thakeham in West Sussex. He lived on Whalesay in Shetland, 1933-42 and in Glasgow, 1942-49. MacDiarmid worked as a journalist for a number of local Scottish papers. He spent time living in Ebbw Vale and contributed to the socialist newspaper ‘The Merthyr Pioneer’, run by Labour Party founder Keir Hardie, before joining the RAMC on the outbreak of WWI. MacDiarmid served in Salonica, Greece and France before developing cerebral malaria and subsequently returning to Scotland in 1918.

Somebody seems to have been having fun with MacDiarmid’s wiki entry regarding the first few decades of his life, because the dates provided in that entry do not always correlate with MacDiarmid’s activities at the time.

After the war MacDiarmid continued to work as a journalist, living in Montrose, Scotland – which boasts a place called Charleton Road no less – where he became Editor and reporter of the ‘Montrose Review’, as well as a justice of the peace and a member of the county council. In 1923 his first book, ‘Annals of the Five Senses’, was published at his own expense, followed by ‘Sangschaw’ in 1925 and ‘Penny Wheep’ and ‘A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle’ in 1926. 

On the Shetland island of Whalsay in 1933 with his son Michael and second wife, Valda Trevlyn, MacDiarmid wrote essays and poetry despite being cut off from mainland cultural developments for much of the 1930s. He died at his cottage near Biggar in 1978 at the age of 86.

Norman Lamont – who was a member of the Cambridge Mafia which produced so many of the big beasts of Thatcher’s Gov’t – held Ministerial positions under Thatch and was Chancellor of the Exchequer under John Major, was born in Shetland; his father was the Island’s Top Doctor. Lamont was Chancellor on Black Wednesday.

This man was Norman’s special adviser at the time:

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MacDiarmid was a supporter of both communism and Scottish nationalism. He was a founding member of the National Party of Scotland, (forerunner of the SNP) and stood as a candidate for the SNP in 1945 and 1950 and for the Communist Party of Great Britain in 1964. So MacDiarmid will have known those other members of the Communist Party of Great Britain who used to spend the summer at Croesor in Merionydd in the 1960s – who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang (see post ‘The Village’).

MacDiarmid was a ‘controversial figure’ during his lifetime. He was expelled from both the SNP and the Communist Party but then the CP let him back in again many years later. MacDiarmid was a member of a secret Scottish Nationalist society Clann Albain.

Between 1931-43, MacDiarmid was kept under surveillance by the security services and when Orwell compiled a list of suspected communist sympathisers, he included MacDiarmid’s name on it. Not that it will have done MacDiarmid any harm. After all, MI5 provided Dafydd et al with full protection, it was only the service users who bothered to find out what Dafydd was up to by ringing him up, using the public phone box in the village where Ioan Bowen Rees lived. Ioan didn’t suffer as a result, he was never in the queue for that phone box, Ioan the Common Man will have had several land lines and at least one mobile down in his Plas some distance away from the village centre.

 

In 2010 letters written in the early 1940s by MacDiarmid were discovered, showing that he believed that a Nazi invasion of Britain would benefit Scotland.  Marc Horne in the ‘Daily Telegraph’ commented: ‘MacDiarmid flirted with fascism in his early thirties, when he believed it was a doctrine of the left. In two articles written in 1923, ‘Plea for a Scottish Fascism’ and ‘Programme for a Scottish Fascism’, he appeared to support Mussolini’s regime. By the 1930s however, following Mussolini’s lurch to the right, his position had changed and he castigated Neville Chamberlain over his appeasement of Hitler’s expansionism.’ Deirdre Grieve, MacDiarmid’s daughter-in-law and literary executor, noted: ‘I think he entertained almost every ideal it was possible to entertain at one point or another.’

MacDiarmid’s son Michael Trevlyn became Vice-Chairman of the SNP.

MacDiarmid was considered controversial in his lifetime but is now considered one of the principal forces behind the Scottish Renaissance and has had a lasting impact on Scottish culture and politics. He was accused of plagiarism by supporters of the Welsh poet Glyn Jones but responded with ‘the greater the plagiarism, the greater the work of art’. Perhaps Charles Saatchi would like to pay someone a great deal of money for MacDiarmid’s plagiarised poetry or indeed the poetry that he wrote in the language which he made up himself and display it in the Saatchi gallery in Chelsea.

In ‘Who’s Who’ MacDiarmid listed Anglophobia as one of his interests. It’s a good job that the Englisher Thatcher’s mate the Englisher Sir Peter Morrison had a sexual interest in young boys though, because MacDiarmid’s mate Ioan Bowen Rees and Dafydd would have been out of business without that and perhaps in prison as well.

 

Ioan’s co-author Owen Dudley Edwards is an Irish historian and former Reader in Commonwealth and American History at the University of Edinburgh. He is the son of Professor Robert Dudley Edwards and brother to the Irish writer, Ruth Dudley Edwards. He is the General Editor of the Oxford Sherlock Holmes series and is a recognised expert on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. There was plenty about his co-author Ioan that he could investigate. Dudley Edwards was also an authority on P.G. Wodehouse.

 

Wodehouse’s first published novel:

 

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It was about the drug squad in North Wales planting illegal substances on the paedophiles’ victims. Although Dafydd pronounces it ‘mari-jew-ana’.

 

The following year – 1903 – Wodehouse published this:

 

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Which is worrying when one remembers what was happening to kids in the ‘residential schools’ and children’s homes scattered across Gwynedd when Ioan Bowen Rees was presiding over his own little bit of local democracy.

 

Owen Dudley Edwards attended Belvedere College, Dublin, University College, Dublin and John Hopkins University in Baltimore.

In 1966 Dudley Edwards married Barbara Balbirnie Lee. They have three children. Dudley Edwards is a practising Catholic and actively involved in the church.

 

 

 

I am reading Jeremy Paxman’s book ‘Friends In High Places: Who Runs Britain?’ at the moment. It was published in 1990 and I wished that I’d read it when it was first published, because it names everyone who was propping up the corrupt regime of which the London medical establishment was an integral part. I’ve named many of them on this blog, but it would have been helpful to know that they were the powers behind the criminality of which I was on the receiving end at the time. Paxo’s done a very good job – I still have more chapters to read, but so far I’ve come across a few people who had escaped me.

 

I have mentioned Alan Walters previously, Thatch’s economic adviser who’s presence concerned a great many people. It is believed that it was Nigel Lawson who managed to elbow Walters out of the way. Lawson certainly did everyone a favour there. I read up about Walters before I discovered the key role that Leicester University had played in concealing organised sexual abuse in Leicestershire, so it took Paxo’s book to clobber me with the info that Walters was a Leicester University graduate. Leicester University has played a role in the education or careers of a number of people like Walters who were hailed as gurus by PMs concealing abuse and trafficking. Many of these people very obviously did not have much to offer and their influence on PMs was inexplicable. For example, the man who invented the Third Way for Blair and who explained it all in a short pamphlet which one could read over breakfast:

 

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Paxo writes about the Institute of Economic Affairs (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). He mentions David Green, who was Head of the IEA’s Health Policy Group. In 1988, Green argued that inequality of health services is desirable. Green would have been delighted with Bethesda in the 1980s and 90s, it was littered with destitute ‘service users’ who were being targeted by Dafydd to sell sex to dreadful old politicians and others and the empty shells of those who had already been used in this way and had returned to north Wales, completely drained, traumatised, fragile and refused all ‘services’. Furthermore their tales of sex with the rich and famous were so extraordinary that no-one believed them.

BBC News Wales is reporting that the Rolling Stones are coming to Wales. Will they be looking up a few old acquaintances in Bethesda?

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If they do, I don’t suppose that we’ll hear anything about it.

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David Green writes for ‘The Sunday Times’, ‘The Times’, the ‘Daily Mail’, the ‘Sunday Telegraph’ and the ‘Daily Telegraph’. Green has taken part in broadcast programmes such as ‘Newsnight’, the ‘Moral Maze’ and the ‘Today’ programme. He has made occasional contributions to the Guardian’s ‘Comment is Free’ site and he has contributed pieces to ‘Daily Telegraph’ news blogs.

NB: Perhaps Claire Fox, a regular on the ‘Moral Maze’, could explain why despite her self-styled neocon say-the-unthinkable re the welfare state stance, she has never breathed a word about Dafydd and the paedophile gang. Because Claire certainly knows about them. Claire grew up in Flint, north Wales when Dafydd and the paedophiles were busy. She attended St Richard Gwyn Catholic High School in Flint, went to Warwick University and worked as a mental health social worker, 1981-87. Claire completed a PGCE at Thames Poly in 1992.

Why so silent Claire? I read ‘Living Marxism’ for years when you and your mates from the Revolutionary Communist Party were publishing it – I even had copies of it in my house when the paedophile gang used to send the police around to arrest me after they had perjured themselves. Then Brown and I followed ‘Spiked Online’ when you reinvented yourselves as neocons in 2000. One of your lot asked Brown if we’d like to write for you after you read one of our books. Brown said no thanks because we noticed that there were certain things that none of you dared write about. Such as what had happened to us during the 1980s, 90s and was still happening at the very time that we were asked if we wanted to write for ‘Spiked’…

What we had Claire were a bunch of twats from the security services bothering us, whilst you built your reputation as Ms Fearless.

Claire’s fellow panellist on the ‘Moral Maze’ Matthew Taylor – Blair’s former policy adviser – knows about Dafydd and the paedophiles as well. Matthew’s dad Laurie is mates with Prof Dick Hobbs who was a friend of the criminologist Jane Morgan, widow of Lord K.O. Morgan. Jane and Lord Ken were at the scene of the crimes as it were (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

David Green was an undergraduate at the University of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1970-73 and remained there for his PhD. He was a Labour Councillor in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1976-81. So Green knew about the paedophile gang in the north east with links to Dafydd and he knew that the Councils in the north east were sending great numbers of children in care to children’s homes in north Wales and continued to do so even after complaints of serious abuse were made.

Green worked as a Research Fellow at the Australian National University in Canberra, 1981-83. He worked at the IEA from 1984 and was Director of its Health and Welfare Unit, 1986-2000.

Green funded the think tank Civitas in 2000 and is also its Chief Executive.

Any more bright ideas to keep a bunch of sex traffickers in business then David?

Green’s book, ‘Community Without Politics’ (London, IEA, 1997) was awarded the Sir Anthony Fisher Memorial Prize in 1997. In 2004 Green was voted one of Britain’s top 100 British intellectuals by readers of ‘Prospect’ magazine and in 2009 he was included on the Evening Standard’s list of the 1,000 most influential Londoners. Green’s 1993 book ‘Reinventing Civil Society’ has been translated into Chinese and Russian and probably that language that Ioan Bowen Rees’s mate MacDiarmid made up as he went along whilst he was plagiarising poetry.

If anyone knows whether Green is one of the literary figures who takes part in the events organised by the paedophiles’ friends who run the charidee Wellbeing of Women, do let me know (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’). He’s probably been on the guest list for an event at Compton Verney as well.

 

Health inequalities in action for you David:

 

A leading forensic psychiatrist at an old boys’ public school reunion:

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A service user with a ‘severe and dangerous personality disorder’ who complained about the serious crimes of a colleague of the man above:

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Paxo’s book informed me that Keith Joseph’s outfit which Joseph founded in 1974, the Centre for Policy Studies, was funded with money from Nigel Vinson. My post ‘Include Me Out’ detailed a debate in the House which involved a number of politicians defending the appalling suicide rate among the victims of Dafydd et al in Risley Remand Centre. It was mentioned in the record in Hansard that one of those contributing to the debate would be giving a talk to the Centre for Policy Studies.

So who is the man who bank-rolled the ‘intellectuals’ behind a paedophile gang? Nigel – now Lord – Vinson is the son of Ronald Vinson, a farmer. Vinson was educated at Pangbourne. After school he served in the Queen’s Royal Regiment.

In 1952 Vinson began a small plastics company in Guildford (Plastic Coatings Ltd), which in 1969 was floated on the Stock Exchange, with over 1,000 employees. The business won the Queen’s Award for Industry in 1971. Vinson was Deputy Chairman of the CBI’s Smaller Firms Council, 1979-84 and President of the Industrial Participation Association, 1979-89. Vinson was Director of the Sugar Board, 1968-75, Director of the British Airports Authority, 1973-80 and a Director of Barclays Bank, 1982-87. He worked for the Centre for Policy Studies, 1974-80. Vinson was Deputy Chairman of Electra Investment Trust 1990-98. From 1976-78 Vinson was an honorary Director of the Queen’s Silver Jubilee Appeal. In the light of how close the Royal Family are to Dafydd’s mates, I really am very glad that I’ve never been the sort to buy Royal mugs or plates with pictures on of yet another couple who have just had a fairy tale wedding.

I have recently discovered that before she came to that sticky end in a tunnel, the heart surgeon with whom Diana was having a fling, Hasnet Khan, later worked at Harefield Hospital with Sir Magdi Yacoub, where I am fairly sure that major research fraud was carried out (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Before Hasnet Khan worked at Harefield, Diana had been allowed into his previous place of work to watch heart surgery. People started complaining that it was a security risk. It was also completely unethical but no-one mentioned that.

 

Vinson was a Member of the Northumbrian National Parks and Countryside Committee, 1977-87 and a member of the Foundation for Science and Technology, 1991-96. Since 2003, he has been a Trustee of Civitas. Vinson is life Vice President of the IEA, where he was Chairman of Trustees 1989-95.

Vinson was also a member of the Design Council, 1973-80 and the unsalaried Chairman of the Rural Development Commission 1980-90. He was founder donor of the Martin Mere Wildfowl Reserve in 1972 and gave a village green to Holbourn, Northumberland, in 2006. Presumably in exchange for domain over the villagers in order to force them into human slavery.

In Feb 1985, Vinson was given a peerage.

We’ll drink to that!

 

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Vinson was a council member of St George’s House, Windsor Castle, 1990-96. He has been married to Yvonne Collin since 1972; they have three daughters.

Lord Vinson of Health Inequalities is a regular attender at Lords debates, and spoke in the 2007 and 2014 sessions in support of nuclear power. Here’s an explosion for him.

 

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In 2012, Lord Vinson threatened to defect to UKIP unless the Conservatives took a more ‘Better Out’ approach to Europe. He obviously didn’t understand the potential markets in Europe, unlike Dafydd and the Gwynedd social workers.

In June 2013 Vinson spoke and voted in the Lords against the Marriage (Same Sex Couples) Bill. Keep it all as illegal as possible Nigel, it enables Dafydd to keep the prices high and blackmail the victims.

 

Paxo’s book also names Professor Brian Griffiths, who ran the Downing Street Policy Unit for Thatch. Griffiths was educated at Dynevor School, Swansea and at the LSE. So Griffiths will have been part of the Heseltine-Lord Brian Flowers-Swansea contingent. The Labour Party Swansea Mafia – Rhodri Morgan, Edwina Hart et al – will have known him as well, but his mates were bigger than theirs and the one thing that none of them were going to do was blow the whistle on the fact that his big mates were running a paedophile ring in west and north Wales, because a Windbag in Islwyn was hoping to become PM on the basis of the votes of the staff of the public services who were colluding with it all.

 

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Brian Griffiths was Dean of the City University Business School, but in 1986 he resigned his Chair to become Thatch’s Chief Policy Adviser.

Griffiths was given a peerage in 1991. The year that Peter Morrison was knighted and a number of other paedophiles’ friends picked up honours for no good reason. The year that the careers of me as well as of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales were destroyed.

Brian Griffiths was Chairman of the Centre for Policy Studies, 1991-01. He served on the Board of Directors of the Conservative Christian Fellowship, 2000-02. Griffiths was a member of the European Union Sub-Committee F (Social Affairs, Education and Home Affairs), 1999-03 and the Religious Offences Committee from 2002-03. I expect that Griffiths also Chaired which ever Committee decreed that swearing was an offence so serious that Dafydd was compelled to report me to the police when I said ‘bugger’ and that Bluglass agreed that me calling Dafydd a wanker was one of the many signs that I was Dangerous, had a Homicidal Capacity and that I would ‘end in a ward for the criminally insane’. Bluglass has a very sweary daughter called Amanda, who as far as I am aware, has never been consigned to a ward for the criminally insane. But then her father is not in prison, despite colluding with a serious offender. I wonder why not?

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Griffiths is a Vice-President of the Nature in Art Trust. He serves as Vice-Chairman of Goldman Sachs International. He said that he was ‘not ashamed’ of the bank’s compensation plans and that the issue of banking compensation should not be thought about solely from a short-term perspective. Griffiths defended the bank’s bonuses and said that the general public should ‘tolerate the inequality as a way to achieve greater prosperity for all’.

I wish I’d known that when Dafydd and the paedophiles had hounded me out of my job and then tried to set fire to my house while I was living in poverty in Ioan Bowen Rees’s local democracy, it would have explained everything. I could have also reminded the staff of St George’s of it when they all turned green upon finding out that the foul research assistant Mandy Leigh’s brother Charles – who worked as a banker – received more than their annual salaries for his Christmas bonus. It’s why they all thought that they were so badly paid. Mandy thought that she was badly paid as well, even though St George’s had done a fiddle with her PhD funders to ensure that she was paid more than her colleagues. As Mandy breezily explained to me one day, she was ‘a rich bitch funded by Wellcome’. I’d like to have known how that happened – Mandy was thrown off of one degree course for reasons which were never explained, so there wasn’t exactly an outstanding academic record there. Perhaps she simply explained on her application that she would be having sex in the lab during working hours with Top Doctors and would be hurling racist abuse at overseas staff?

Brian Griffiths also stated that ‘we should not … be ashamed of offering compensation in an internationally competitive market which ensures the bank businesses here and employs British people’. Such as Charles Leigh, obviously.

 

Paxo’s book mentioned a very influential figure in academia with connections to Dafydd et al – Dame Kathleen Mary Kenyon. Kenyon was a leading British archeologist of Neolithic culture in the Fertile Crescent. She is best known for her excavations of Jericho in 1952-58 and is considered to have been one of the most influential archaeologists of the 20th century. Kenyon was Principal of St Hugh’s College, Oxford, 1962-73.

Kathleen Kenyon was born in London, England, the eldest daughter of Sir Frederic Kenyon, Biblical scholar and later Director of the British Museum. Her grandfather was the lawyer and Fellow of All Souls College, John Robert Kenyon and her great-great-grandfather was the politician and lawyer Lloyd Kenyon, 1st Baron Kenyon.

It was the 4th and 5th Baron Kenyons who were Presidents of UCNW (Bangor University). Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron, was President whilst UCNW was run by Dafydd and the paedophiles and it was the 5th Baron Kenyon’s son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon who was sexually abusing at least one boy in care in Wrexham. Thomas was caught red-handed in 1978 and made a complaint of theft against the boy. The boy was sent to a detention centre and Thomas faced no charges. Thomas died of an HIV related condition in 1993. See previous posts for the details of the many public roles of the 5th Baron Kenyon – he was involved with national museums and art galleries as well as with public life in north Wales – and for details of the occasion on which Thomas was caught in action.

Kathleen grew up in Bloomsbury, London in a house attached to the British Museum, with her mother, Amy Kenyon and sister Nora Kenyon. Known for ‘being hard-headed and stubborn’, Kathleen ‘grew up as a tomboy, fishing, climbing trees and playing a variety of sports’. As did I, but I didn’t collude with a sodding paedophile gang, which it seems that Kathleen did.

Kathleen’s father ‘encouraged wide reading and independent study’. In later years Kenyon would remark that her father’s position at the British Museum was particularly helpful with regard to her education. You don’t say! Kathleen ‘was an excellent student, winning awards at school and particularly excelling in history. She studied first at St Paul’s Girls’ School where she was Head Girl, before winning an Exhibition to read History at Somerville College, Oxford.While at Oxford, Kathleen became the first female President of the Oxford University Archaeological Society’. Oh put her on the ‘Woman’s Hour’ Power List, she’s broken a glass ceiling.

Somerville College, Oxford, was Thatch’s college. Although Kathleen was a bit older than Thatch, I’m sure that maximum use was, in subsequent years, made of the alumni network to the benefit of everyone but the victims of Dafydd and the gang.

A career in archaeology was first suggested to Kathleen by Margery Fry, librarian at Somerville. I wonder if Margery had noticed who Kathleen’s dad was. After graduation, Kenyon’s first field experience was as a photographer for the pioneering excavations at Great Zimbabwe in 1929. Returning to England, Kenyon joined the archaeologists Sir Mortimer Wheeler and his wife Tessa on their excavation of the Romano-British settlement of Verulamium (St Albans). Kenyon worked there each summer between 1930 and 1935 Mortimer Wheeler entrusted her with the direction of the excavation of the Roman Theatre.

Mortimer Wheeler was the Keeper of Archaeology and then Director of the National Museum of Wales and the London Museum, Director-General of the Archeological Survey of India and the founder and Honorary Director of the Institute of Archaeology in London.

When Mortimer Wheeler was appointed as the Keeper of Archaeology at the National Museum of Wales, the job also entailed becoming a lecturer in archaeology at the University College of South Wales and Monmouthshire (later Cardiff University). He moved to Cardiff with his family in 1920. The museum was in disarray; prior to the war, construction had begun on a new purpose-built building to house the collections. This had ceased during the conflict and the edifice was left abandoned during Cardiff’s post-war economic slump. Wheeler recognised that Wales was very divided regionally, with many Welsh people having little loyalty to Cardiff; thus, he made a point of touring the country, lecturing to local societies about archaeology. According to the later archaeologist Lydia C. Carr, the Wheelers’ work for the cause of the National Museum was part of a wider ‘cultural-nationalist movement’ linked to growing Welsh nationalism during this period. Plaid Cymru, was founded in 1925, by Saunders Lewis and others. Lewis was a lecturer at Swansea University – he taught Rhodri Morgan’s parents. When Dafydd was a young Plaid activist he hung out with Saunders Lewis.

In 1924-25 Wheeler excavated the Roman fort – Y Caer – near Brecon and also Isca Augusta at Caerleon. Intent on attracting press attention to both raise public awareness of archaeology and attract new sources of funding, Wheeler contacted the press and organised a sponsorship of the excavation by the ‘Daily Mail’. In doing so, he emphasised the folkloric and legendary associations that the Caerleon site had with King Arthur. In 1925, Oxford University Press published Wheeler’s first book for a general audience, ‘Prehistoric and Roman Wales’; he later expressed the opinion that it was not a good book.

Whilst Director of the National Museum of Wales – a position he obtained in 1924 substantially via influential friends – Wheeler succeeded in obtaining funding from the Treasury to build up the National Museum and link it with regional museums throughout Wales. A new building was completed and King George V opened it in 1927.

The 5th Baron Kenyon was President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57.

 

Upon the retirement of the Keeper of the London Museum, Wheeler was invited to fill the vacancy, which he did. He had been considering a return to London for some time and eagerly agreed, taking on the post, which was based at Lancaster House in the St James’s area in July 1926. In Wales, many felt that Wheeler had simply taken the directorship of the National Museum to advance his own career prospects and that he had abandoned Wales when a better offer came along. 

In 1934 Kathleen Kenyon assisted Mortimer and his wife Tess in the foundation of the Institute of Archaeology of University College London. UCL often seems to be at the scene of the crime. The first premises that Mortimer Wheeler secured for the Institute of Archaeology was St John’s Lodge in Regent’s Park, the Portakabin below:

 

 

St John’s Lodge had been left empty since its use as a hospital during WWI. The building was owned by the Crown and was controlled by the First Commissioner of Works, William Ormsby-Gore, who was very sympathetic to archaeology and leased the building to the Institute at a low rent. William Ormsby-Gore was the 4th Baron Harlech and the father of David, the 5th Baron Harlech. Lord David Harlech was the British Ambassador to the US when J.F. Kennedy was President. David Ormsby-Gore and his descendants have a penchant for dying in unpleasant ways, often when young. The family show every sign of having been under attack by the paedophile gang and their associates (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

 

Mortimer Wheeler continued with an incredibly high profile career, leading famous excavations, such as that of Maiden Castle in Dorset. He served in WWII, led extensive digs in Asia, held key roles in UNESCO and in the British Academy and in the 1950s broadcast for BBC TV.

Wheeler married three times. Tessa died in 1936 – their only child, Michael Mortimer Wheeler, became a barrister. Following Tessa’s death, in 1939 Wheeler married Mavis de Vere Cole, widow of the prankster Horace de Vere Cole. Cole’s diaries revealed that Wheeler physically hit her when she annoyed him. In 1945 Mortimer Wheeler married Margaret ‘Kim’ Collingridge. They became estranged in 1956, but Collingridge’s Catholicism prevented divorce. Wheeler was well known for his promiscuity and for favouring young women for one night stands, many of whom were his students. He was known for having casual sex in public places. Archaeologist Gabriel Moshenska informed a ‘Daily Mail’ reporter that Wheeler had developed a reputation as ‘a bit of a groper and a sex pest and an incredible bully as well’.

The Dafydd of archaeology.

 

From 1936-39 Kathleen Kenyon carried out important excavations at the Jewry Wall in the city of Leicester. These were published in the ‘Illustrated London News’ in 1937 with pioneering reconstruction drawings by the artist Alan Sorrell whom Kathleen had just happened ‘to notice sketching her dig’.

Alan Sorrell was Senior Assistant Instructor of Drawing at the Royal College of Art, 1931–39 and 1946–48. According to Kathleen’s wiki entry, Sorrell was passing the time of day hanging around her dig in Leicester. According to Sorrell’s wiki entry ‘He began his archaeological reconstruction drawings after a chance meeting in 1936 with Kathleen Kenyon on a dig of a Roman site in Leicester, who asked him to produce illustrations for her article for ‘The Illustrated London News’. More commissions then followed at Maiden Castle, in collaboration with Mortimer Wheeler and at Roman Caerwent and Carleon, in collaboration with Cyril Fox and V. E. Nash-Williams of the National Museum of Wales.’

Alan Sorrell was best known for his archaeological sketches, so clearly the arrangement between him and Kenyon in Leicester was fruitful for everyone.

I haven’t looked up who owned or edited the ‘Illustrated London News’, but it would  not be that much of a surprise to find out that they were a mate of Kathleen’s dad or someone senior in UCL or Leicester University. 

In WWII Alan Sorrell worked for the intelligence services. Here is his 1945 work ‘FIDO In Operation’.

 

 

And here is Fido himself:

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Here’s Fido’s trainer supervising a dig in 1977 – so it was probably one on the turf of the paedophiles’ friends at Chester:
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During the Second World War, Kathleen Kenyon served as Divisional Commander of the Red Cross in Hammersmith, London and later as Acting Director and Secretary of the Institute of Archaeology of the University of London.

Kathleen Kenyon retired in 1973 to Erbistock near Wrexham. She never married, perhaps having seen quite enough action whilst she worked with Mortimer Wheeler. From 1974, Kenyon was the Honorary Vice President of the Chester Archaeological Society. She died at Wrexham in 1978.

So Kathleen was in the Wrexham/Chester area whilst Dafydd and the paedophile gang were operating there and whilst the 5th Baron Kenyon allowed them free reign in UCNW – whilst his son Thomas was partaking of the services that the paedophile gang provided.

 

The British School of Archaeology in Jerusalem amalgamated within the Council for British Research in the Levant in 1998, was officially renamed the Kenyon Institute in July 2003 in honour of Kathleen Kenyon. The Kathleen Kenyon Archaeology Collection, a collection of Kenyon’s books and papers purchased from her estate in 1984, is housed at Baylor University in Waco, Texas. The finds from her excavations are held in a number of collections, including the British Museum and the UCL Institute of Archaeology, while the bulk of archive is located at the Manchester Museum. 

So there’s the myth of a few more outstanding careers built upon pure talent busted.

 

 

Paxo’s book details big wigs who exerted control over ‘the establishment’ at the time that I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989-91. The institution was, as described in previous posts, colluding with organised child sexual abuse and trafficking, class A drugs offences, research fraud and much other wrongdoing which was resulting in patient harm.

My post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’ mentions some very odd happenings when I shared a house with Dr Andrew Aldridge, a junior surgeon at St George’s and his wife Di, who worked for a City firm. I don’t know how much Andrew knew about the appalling corruption at St George’s, but I do remember that his family lived at Alderley Edge in Cheshire and were Tories. Andrew’s father’s business was I think a carpentry/furniture business. His family were definitely not Top Doctors, they were business people.

Alderley Edge is a very wealthy area and it was where many of the professional people who concealed the activities of Dafydd et al lived. The crooked barrister George Carman QC lived near there and the area was crawling with senior police officers, Top Docs, financiers, lawyers etc. Sir Peter Morrison was just down the road at Chester molesting children.

I cannot imagine that Andrew and his family would ever find the conduct of Dafydd et al acceptable, but I do wonder if they were duped or whether their political allegiances blinded them. Andrew and Di considered me a real old leftie and I remember that once I tried to tell Andrew what I had been told about Jimmy Savile. Andrew just wouldn’t have it and told me that Savile was ‘a Samaritan’.

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No Andrew, he was a very serious sex offender, which is what I had been told by the time that I shared a house with you. Peter Morrison was a very serious sex offender as well – Thatcher knew about it and Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, with whom your mum and dad drank champagne at graduation, was concealing the crimes of Savile, Morrison and many more.

At the time that I was living with Andrew and Di and was under attack from Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends, the constituency MP for Alderley Edge was the illustrious Neil Hamilton. Hamilton has of course featured previously on this blog and used to socialise with Peter Morrison. However, Hamilton’s constituency – Tatton – was created in 1983. Peter Morrison was elected as the MP for Chester in 1974 – and was one of those who supported Thatcher to succeed Ted Heath as leader of the Tory Party – but there had been organised abuse of young people in the region long before 1974. Dafydd and Gwynne had been in business for decades and things really got going in 1968 when John Allen opened the Bryn Alyn Community and was rapidly followed by many other abusive people with money to spare who suddenly decided to open a children’s home or school in north Wales.

 

Before the constituency of Tatton existed, Alderley Edge and neighbouring Wilmslow were in the constituency of Knutsford. Knutsford had been held by the Tories since the pre-Cambrian. Between 1945-70,  the MP was Walter Bromley-Davonport – so he was there when Dafydd and John Allen put their Big Business Plan into action. The Bromley-Davonports were friends of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.

In 1970, John Davies was elected – he resigned in Nov 1978, after developing a brain tumour. Davies was the MP when Sir Peter Morrison decided that Chester was the constituency for him – although his family seat was in Wiltshire and his house was in London – and as business boomed for Dafydd et al.

John Davies was the first Director of the CBI, 1965-69. He was Minister of Technology in 1970 in Ted Heath’s Gov’t; then Secretary of State for Trade and Industry and President of the Board of Trade, 1970-72; Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster with special responsibilities for the co-ordination of British policy towards the European communities, 1972-74; and then Shadow Foreign Secretary under Margaret Thatcher, 1976-78.

Davies was born in Blackheath, London in 1916, the second son of Arnold Davies, a Chartered Accountant and his wife Edith Harding. Davies went to Windlesham House School in Sussex and St Edward’s School, Oxford. He followed his father into accountancy and served in the Royal Army Service Corps in WWII. Davies spent most of the war in the Combined Operations headquarters. From 1945 he worked for Combined Operations Experimental Establishment (COXE). In 1943, he married Vera Bates, only child of George William Bates, Managing Director of Barratts Shoes and his wife Elvina Taylor. They had two children; a daughter, Rosamond Ann and a son, Francis William Harding Davies.

Davies joined the Anglo-Iranian Oil Company as an accountant in the marketing division and worked for the company in London, Stockholm and Paris; the company was renamed as British Petroleum in 1954. In 1956, Davies was promoted to be General Manager (Markets) for BP and in 1960 he was Director of BP Trading.

In 1961, Davies was appointed as Vice-Chairman and Managing Director of Shell-Mex and BP Ltd. He also became a Director of Hill Samuel Group. Due to his position he was made a member of the Grand Council of the Federation of British Industry and Chaired a committee on technical legislation.

Davies supported initiatives such as the National Economic Development Council, where Gov’t, employers and trades unions met to discuss the economy and set up a joint CBI-TUC joint committee. He was supportive of British entry into the European Community when the Gov’t applied in 1967.

Davies surprised some, such as Enoch Powell in May 1967, when he made a speech in California in which he observed that the Labour government’s measures to keep pay and prices down were working; Powell considered this not only untrue but an example of collaboration in which ‘the very spokesmen of capitalism’ were doing the work of the socialists. As CBI chief, Davies had some quango appointments as a member of the British Productivity Council, the British National Export Council and the Council of Industrial Design. He was briefly a member of the Public Schools Commission.

After the devaluation of the Pound in Nov 1967, Davies became much more critical of the Gov’t. Increasingly he would lambast Labour ministers on television, although he continued to work together with Ministers in private.

In 1969, Davies was recruited by Heath to join his Gov’t once he won the next election. Heath was looking to lead a ‘businesslike’ Gov’t and believed that senior business figures serving in senior posts would provide more expert management. Davies began to be more quotably critical, describing the ‘solemn and binding’ accord between the Gov’t and the TUC (after the failure of ‘In Place Of Strife’) as useful only in the lavatory.

Davies failed to win the selection for the Conservative nomination at the Louth by election of 1969 and for Cities of London and Westminster for the General Election. However, with Conservative Central Office support, Davies was found the seat at Knutsford, which was solid Tory country. He won the seat in the General Election in June 1970.

The Chairman of the Tory Party who would have worked so hard to get John Davies into the constituency of Knutsford was barrister Lord Anthony Barber, who was Chancellor of the Exchequer under Heath. Barber had been the MP for Doncaster, 1951-64 and then was MP for the Cheshire constituency of Altrincham and Sale, 1965-74. He had been PPS to Harold Macmillan, 1957-59 and was Minister of Health in 1963 – not long after Enoch Powell had stated that he would not allow things to continue at the North Wales Hospital, but then inexplicably backed off from his vow to close the place down but never explained why. Barber served in the RAF during WWII and was almost certainly a member of the security services.

 

In his capacity as Secretary of State for Trade and Industry, John Davies reiterated Heath’s pre-election policy of refusing to intervene in industry. In the House of Commons on 4 November, Davies said:

“We believe that the essential need of the country is to gear its policies to the great majority of people, who are not ‘lame ducks’, who do not need a hand, who are quite capable of looking after their own interests and only demand to be allowed to do so.” (Hansard 5th Series, volume 805, column 1211)

The term ‘lame ducks’ became associated with Davies. However, when Rolls Royce (a vital defence contractor) ran into financial difficulties early in 1971, it was decided that the Gov’t should help by bailing it out. When nugatory efforts did not help, the company was nationalised to prevent it from going bankrupt.

In June 1971, the Upper Clyde Shipbuilders went into receivership after the government refused it a £6 million loan. The workers at the yard, led by Communist shop stewards, decided to hold a ‘work-in’ when they occupied the yard and continued production. This industrial action tended to refute claims that trade unions were work-shy and was therefore embarrassing to the government. Davies’ London home was firebombed by the Angry Brigade on 31 July 1971. In February 1972, the Gov’t changed its policy and decided to retain three of the four shipyards at a cost of £35 million, although Davies knew they would never operate on a commercial basis.

Davies moved sideways to become Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster in November 1972. Davies’ role was predominantly behind the scenes in making sure British law was in compliance with European law. In Cabinet discussions, Davies advocated a confrontational approach to the trade unions, although he feared for the future.

In 1979 Davies was to be made a life peer as Baron Harding-Davies, but died before the creation of the peerage passed the Great Seal. Peerage history was made when, by Royal Warrant bearing the date 27 February 1980, Queen Elizabeth II granted his widow Vera Georgina the title of Lady Harding-Davies; his children The Hon. Frank Davies and The Hon. Rosamond Ann Metherell were given the rank of children of a life peer.

So someone somewhere was very grateful to John Davies for something. It was only equalled when in 1983 Thatch made the child molesting Speaker of the House George Thomas Viscount Tonypandy, although as a gay paedophile George Thomas had produced no heirs who could inherit the title.

It did mean that he could dress up though:

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John Davies’s son Frank Davies is an Anglo-Canadian record producer. Davies has been a major contributor to the growth of Canada’s music industry and its creative community for more than four decades. He is credited with discovering, producing, publishing, and developing the careers of many celebrated artists and songwriters, as well as being an advocate for their status. Davies received the Juno Awards 2014 Walt Grealis Special Achievement Award, recognizing individuals who have made a significant impact on the Canadian music industry.

Davies was educated at Windlesham House School near Brighton, Pangbourne College and Strasbourg University in north-east France. In 1972 he married the Canadian pop singer Lynda Squires. The marriage produced three children, Meghan Mae Harding Davies, now Ehrensperger, Emily Gwyneth Emerson Davies-Cohen, and Kate Theresa Georgina Davies.

Davies started his music career in 1964 as a French correspondent to Billboard magazine. He later worked for both EMI Records and Liberty Records in London until the late 1960s, before migrating to Canada in 1970. There, he co-founded the independent record label Daffodil (named after the national emblem of Wales and as a symbol of hope and new beginnings), which became the first Canadian label to be distributed by a ‘major’ in that country, in the shape of Capitol/EMI.

In 1978, alongside Daffodil Frank Davies formed Partisan Music, a production and publishing company that entered into an exclusive deal with a U.S record company (Capitol) to develop talent for that label worldwide – a Canadian first.

In early 1982 Davies put his label and production company on hold to become President of ATV Music Canada. At ATV, he developed the songwriting careers, of Eddie Schwartz, David Tyson, Aldo Nova, the Pukka Orchestra, Headpins, Chilliwack and Toronto, and became a full-time music publisher.

In 1986, as a result of ATV’s purchase by Michael Jackson, Davies formed The Music Publisher (TMP) and built it into Canada’s largest and most successful independent music publisher over the next 14 years. Frank Davies sold TMP to Alliance Communications Corporation and A&F Music in 1994, staying on as its President/CEO until the end of 1999, at which time he founded the music consultancy firm he currently operates – Let Me Be Frank Inc.

TMP secured over 1,500 cover recordings, of the 5,000 Canadian songs Davies published, by artists as diverse as Joe Cocker, Bonnie Raitt, Alice Cooper, The Doobie Brothers, Tom Cochrane, Cher, Don Henley & Sheryl Crow, kd Lang, Tanya Tucker, Alannah Myles, Loverboy, Terri Clark, Emmylou Harris, Wynonna, George Jones, Bette Midler, The Carpenters, Blue Oyster Cult, Amanda Marshall and The Guess Who. Indeed, I can guess who:

 

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‘Do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’

During the TMP years Frank Davies signed and published the songs of many more songwriters and artists. TMP opened a Nashville office in the mid-90s.

Since founding Let Me Be Frank Inc, Davies has been the executive producer for albums by Serena Ryder – whom he brought to EMI Music – The Rankin Family and The Treasures whose debut was released by Universal in the spring. He is currently working on the solo debut for Heather Rankin. LMBF also publishes the works of longtime client and record producer David Tyson, is a consultant to corporate client Ole Media Management, and has consulted to Microsoft/XBox, as well as the Dept of Canadian Heritage, the Neighbouring Rights Collective of Canada and to a variety of songwriters, artists and music publishers with respect to the sale and acquisition of their copyright catalogues.

Davies has served as a director on industry boards including CARAS (Vice President/Trustee), CMRRA (Chair), FACTOR, PROCAN, Canadian Music Publishers Association (CMPA), OMDC, SOCAN and the Socan Foundation (Chair).

In 1998 Frank Davies founded the non-profit Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame/Le panthéon des auteurs et compositeurs Canadiens (CSHF/PACC) serving as its Chairman until 2004. The Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame has inducted Canadian songwriters such as Gordon Lightfoot, Leonard Cohen, RUSH, Robbie Robertson, Joni Mitchell and Oscar Peterson.

Frank Davies has sat on the following Canadian Boards:

  • CHAIRMAN – Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, 2000-04
  • Ontario Media Development Corporation, 2001-02
  • FOUNDING MEMBER – Canadian Independent Record Production Association, 1970
  • VICE-PRESIDENT & TRUSTEE – Canadian Academy of Recording Arts & Sciences, 1983-90
  • CHAIRMAN – The SOCAN Foundation, 1990-97
  • Foundation to Assist Canadian Talent on Record (FACTOR) 1985-88
  • Society of Composers, Authors & Music Publishers (SOCAN) 1990-99
  • Performing Rights Organization of Canada (PROCAN) 1983-89
  • Music Promotion Foundation (MPF) 1985-90
  • EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE – Canadian Music Publishers Association, 1982-2000
  • CHAIRMAN – Canadian Musical Reproduction Rights Agency, 1982-2000

Frank Davies has bagged the following awards:

  • Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, Special Achievement Award (2005)
  • Society of Composers, Authors & Music Publishers of Canada Special Achievement Award (2004)
  • Canadian Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences Dedicated Service Award (1993)
  • Juno Award Dedicated Service Award (1990)
  • MARQUEE MAGAZINE FRANK DAVIES named one of the ‘Top 30: Canadian Music’s Power Brokers’
  • PROCAN AWARD Dedicated Service Award (1990)
  • THE RECORD ‘Music Publisher of the Year’ (1990)
  • THE RECORD ‘Music Publisher of the Year’ (1989)
  • RECORD WORLD MAGAZINE (US) Gold Label Award (1977)

 

 

At the time that my life was made deliberately unbearable by people at St George’s and when Tony and Sadie Francis were busy perjuring themselves in order to try and have me imprisoned – with the full knowledge of the BMA, the MDU and the MDU solicitors Hempsons – the Tories were determined to force Thatch out.

This man – a lawyer from south Wales and a lifelong friend of Ronnie Waterhouse – who undoubtedly knew about the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, stuck the first knife in:

 

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Most of the bestest friends of Dafydd and the paedophiles backed this man – originally from Swansea – when he challenged Thatch for the leadership, Thatch’s campaign being run by Peter Morrison:

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This man also stood against Thatch – he had been Home Secretary throughout many of the years when the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles were simply ignored and their victims died in prison:

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This was the eventual lucky winner:

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The following people all held leading roles in Gov’t Depts which were directly responsible for concealing the paedophile rings active in north Wales and in London while I worked at St George’s:

 

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Politics being what it is, some of those in this Hall of Lame will have been working for the security services and will protest that they were gathering info and working behind the scenes without breaking cover. Whatever it was that they thought they were doing, it absolutely was not enough. They were frightened to touch the Top Doctors and they shouldn’t have been. They should have admitted to the public what was going on, admitted that the NHS was not safe and gone in there and arrested Dafydd et al. They didn’t and people died.

 

Up in Bangor University, this man was in camouflage as he kept the paedophile gang in business:

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After Eric Sunderland died, his widow fulfilled her lifelong ambition and purchased herself a Porsche. A few years previously the body of one of the Hergest Unit patients who had died as a result of serious clinical negligence was kept in cold storage for months because he hadn’t left enough money to pay for his burial and none of his three surviving relatives – two of whom were also near-destitute mental health patients – could afford to pay for his funeral either. The dead man had grown up ‘in care’. Eventually after much wrangling, the local authority agreed to pay for a pauper’s funeral. No members of mental health staff went, but a few Hergest patients did.

The nearest Porsche dealers to Mrs Sunderland’s house at Beaumaris are in Ellesmere Port and Cheshire – Knutsford and Warrington, just down the road from Risley Remand Centre.

Happy motoring Mrs S, one hopes that it is not a case of CRASH, as it was for my house mate and a few other witnesses to the wrongdoing of the paedophiles and their friends. And if you develop a brain tumour, for God’s sake don’t go to the Walton Centre.

 

The man ensuring that things continued to run smoothly at the hands of Eric was of course the Chancellor of UCNW:

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Carlo’s Private Secretary who told people that Carlo couldn’t get involved when people wrote to Carlo informing him that children were being abused in north Wales was Edward Adeane:

 

 

Read about this slippery character in my post ’95 Glorious Years’.

 

 

Sir Peter Morrison – the child molester
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His supplier:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

The woman who died in the Ritz, alone, except for a paid Angel who was in attendance. As opposed to being murdered by the screws in Risley Remand Centre or somehow ending up buried in the grounds of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh:

 

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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
  • Catherine Tate Quotes. QuotesGram

 

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…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anthem For Doomed Youth

The first line of Wilfred Owen’s famous poem was of course:

‘What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?’

Shirley Williams was one of those who knew that in north Wales, young people were dying as cattle at the hands of a sex trafficking ring – at least she did by the time that she was Secretary of State for Education and Science under PM Jim Callaghan, 1976-79 – but like so many others, she ignored it. Shirl later got into bed with (so to speak) Dr Death, who was an accomplice of some of the Top Docs who were facilitating the crime in north Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’). Dr Death was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1996-09, Dafydd’s old alma mater, whilst that institution still employed a great many people who were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles. Shirl’s subsequent political bedfellow was David Steel, someone who was told what Cyril Smith was doing to boys in Rochdale, but who dismissed it as a matter of Cyril having merely ‘spanked a few bottoms’. I have recently discovered that one reason why the lid was kept on Cyril’s crimes when it was very nearly blown off in a very big way was that George Carman QC ensured that Smith’s activities were published nowhere else but in an alternative paper in Rochdale, because the trial of Jeremy Thorpe was approaching and the wagon would have come off the rails completely if Smith’s sex offending had become known to the wider public. One of George Carman’s pupils was a Tony Blair and a young barrister called Cherie Booth also worked in Carman’s chambers.

Jeremy Thorpe was the leader of the Liberal Party. After Jo Grimond was for a brief time caretaker leader when Thorpe stood down after even the Liberals realised that he had become too much, David Steel succeeded Thorpe as leader in 1976-88. It was Steel who memorably told the foot soldiers of the Liberal Party to ‘go home to your constituencies and prepare for government’ in 1981. A phrase which became the subject of as much pisstaking as Dr Death’s aspirations to ‘break the mould of politics’. Dr Death had been a member of Callaghan’s Cabinet along with Shirl.

Shirl has spent her entire life dining out on her mother being Vera Brittain, who wrote about her friends being wiped out whilst still young in WWI…

When Shirl refused Dafydd Wigley’s request to hold an inquiry into the mismanagement of UCNW (Bangor University) under paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans whilst she was Education Secretary, UCNW was facilitating the crimes of Dafydd et al. The most unfortunate of Dafydd’s victims were at that time dying as cattle in the slaughter house which was Risley Remand Centre. The cattle continued dying in spite of questions in the House regarding the number of deaths at Risley (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

Politicians of all hues knew what was going on in north Wales and at Risley and concealed it. I have blogged extensively about how it was common knowledge in Parliament that Thatch’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison was one of those abusing kids in care in north Wales and that Thatcher herself was told this. It would seem that not only did Thatcher’s Gov’t  conceal and collude with the crimes of Dafydd et al, but that the Tories assisted in the growth of the sex trafficking gang.

 

Yesterday I received a number of e mails in response to my recent posts. I have been told that ‘probably around 1984’, Lucille Hughes was given paid leave by Gwynedd County Council to tour around Europe with Lady Olga Maitland no less and was away ‘for at least a month’. No explanation was given and the few people who dared to ask questions were told to keep their noses out. In 1983, Lady Olga Maitland established ‘Women and Families For Defence’, a campaigning group set up by the Tories because of their concerns in the face of the support which the Greenham Common protesters were receiving. It was a party political project, yet Olga Maitland was assisted by Ann Widdecombe, another high Tory but who had not yet been elected to the Commons, who was given secret funding and support from her employers, the University of London. Widdecombe was pals with the Anglesey Conservative Association, although she had turned down their offer to be their Tory candidate in favour of what she thought was a better deal from another constituency (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’). Widdecombe was a high profile anti-abortion campaigner and it seemed to be this that was the reason for the love-in between her and the Anglesey Tories.

At the time that Lucille undertook her Grand European Tour with Olga, Gwynedd County Council was led by Plaid and the Chief Exec was Ioan Bowen Rees, an adviser to Dafydd Wigley, the Plaid MP for Caernarfon. Under Bowen Rees, Gwynedd County Council acquired the reputation of having built ‘fortress Gwynedd’, with the Council prioritising issues of language and nationality, accompanied by a degree of overtly anti-English rhetoric.

A recent e mail told me that local people were so reluctant to allow their children to be taken ‘into care’ by Gwynedd that an underground fostering system had grown up among extended families. This was something that I noticed when I was a student. I presumed that it was a consequence of particularly helpful relatives, although I was told about the appalling social workers who did not give a damn about those in their care and I heard a lot about ‘cruelty’ to kids in care.

By the time that Lucille was touring Europe with Lady Olga Maitland, there had been many formal complaints about the abuse of children in care in north Wales and Mary Wynch had begun legal action against Dafydd et al. It was in 1985 that Mary’s case came before Lord Donaldson, the Master of the Rolls. The Welsh Office had colluded with the abuse of children in north Wales and knew that Gwynedd Health Authority was in such serious debt and chaos that by 1989 the Welsh Office had sent a hit squad of management consultants in (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’). In 1984, Brown and I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist to the University authorities and had received threats from Dr D.G.E. Wood, but I had not yet contacted MPs – but I did write to the GMC. It was in the first part of 1984 that the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Eric Sunderland took over from Top Doc and long-standing paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans as Principal of UCNW (see posts ‘Feet In Chains’ and ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).

The Secretary of State for Wales was Nicholas Edwards and his gofer was Wyn – later Lord Wyn – Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). It was in the summer of 1984 that the Octagon nightclub opened in Bangor, which immediately became a venue for the trafficking of the kids in care and the flogging of class A drugs on a scale previously unseen in the region (see post ‘Are You Local?’).

John Allen owned a villa in the south of France to which boys in care from north Wales were taken ‘for holidays’. Kids in care in north Wales were also taken to Amsterdam where they were sold for sex. Dafydd was holding ‘clinics’ in the south of France.

Ron Davies was elected as the Labour MP for Caerphilly in 1983. Ron had previously been an adviser to Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority, the organisation that concealed the sex offences of John Owen against his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’).

Olga Maitland was subsequently elected as a Tory MP for Sutton and Cheam, but that wasn’t until 1992. When she was enjoying herself in Europe with Dafydd’s mistress, Olga was a journo for the ‘Sunday Express’, edited by the odious John Junor, who was a mate of George Carman QC, who knew what was happening in north Wales. Olga Maitland was married to barrister Robin Hay, who became a Crown Court Recorder.

No wonder no-one helped those of us in north Wales who were being threatened, harassed, fitted up for crimes – or who saw our friends murdered. Dafydd and Lucille were overtly assisted with developing their international people trafficking ring as long ago as the mid-80s by Thatcher’s Gov’t.

Anyone fancy telling us that ‘you didn’t know’ now? By 1984 I had told people – including Dr D.G.E. Wood – repeatedly that someone had threatened to murder Brown. I was ignored. That person subsequently tried to fracture Brown’s skull in the middle of Nottingham in broad daylight.

Anyone for law n order or getting tough on criminals? People died you fucking idiots, they died.

 

It was in 1984 that Brown and I started finding ourselves surrounded by some rather odd people who caused us a lot of bother. There were the two people whom Brown met when he replied to adverts in the ‘New Statesman’ offering work, just at the time when Wood et al knew that Brown was living with me on Anglesey and was scanning the adverts in the ‘New Statesman’ for part-time work opportunities. My post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ discussed the insane and offensive Leslie Gore, a therapist living near Llangollen who worked as a part-time alcohol counsellor at the North Wales Hospital no less. Hot on the heels of Leslie Gore came Naomi Grunfeld, a teacher in the Orthodox Jewish school in north London, who had placed an advert in the ‘New Statesman’ claiming to be a post-graduate student with ‘writer’s block’ in need of extra tuition. It became clear that not only was Naomi nuts, but that she wanted Brown to actually do her MA for her. Brown noticed that Naomi seemed to have acquired her first degree as a result of someone else doing the work. Naomi was a student at Strawberry Hill College, Twickenham and the college seemed to know exactly what was going on.

Brown observed that Naomi’s advert should really have been in the lonely hearts column. The others in our house were greatly entertained by Naomi’s hot pursuit of Brown, particularly when four letters arrived in one day for him and when she started ringing the telephone box down the road asking the local teenagers who answered to go and find him. Brown escaped from Naomi by telling her that he was going abroad and was due to leave for Bristol airport. Naomi demanded a Bristol address, so Brown said ’10, Clifton Road’. Clifton was the area of Bristol where the Top Doctors hung out, so presumably one of Wood’s criminal colleagues received a few dozen crazy letters from Naomi. We didn’t realise that they were a load of sex traffickers at that time, so let’s hope Naomi gave them hell.

Then a few years later there was Diane Foxhills, who surpassed even Naomi, let herself into Brown’s house and was waiting in his bed for him.

MI5: all Brown wanted to do was to get on with his writing and avoid people who were trying to murder him. When he got so fed up of Diane that he actually told her to fuck off and get out of his face, he meant it. So that must have been why, a few years later, when he thought that the coast was clear, you sent Shar along. Who it transpired was not only mad but a member of the BNP, with a long-lost adult son who was in Combat 18. Then a few years after that, there was Emma, who precipitated what was probably a heart-attack in Brown. Not that it was ever diagnosed, because as you knew damn well, by then it was no longer safe for Brown or me to go near a Top Doctor, but Brown knows the symptoms of a heart-attack as well as the average stupid, negligent Top Doctor does. Then there was the vicious Denise Baker McLearns who moved in next to me at Llanllechid and spent the next few years harassing me and spreading vicious rumours about me. Then there was Donna Morgan, who moved into my place as a lodger, knew social workers from Conwy County Council, bounced a £500 rent cheque on me, stole everything of any value from my house, made an allegiance with Denise Baker McLearns and left me a letter telling me not to go to the police because she would tell them that I was a danger to children and Denise would ‘vouch for her’. I went to the police, who refused to tell me where Donna Morgan was living, on the grounds that she was under police protection after her ex-boyfriend had threatened her. That was the ex-boyfriend whom she had also threatened to set on me, a gangster from Llandudno, the mention of who’s name was supposed to have me shaking in my boots, but it didn’t because I didn’t know any gangsters from Llandudno. Although I do now, obviously. The gangsters in question were a family called Hogan.

As a treat, Donna Morgan made allegations about one of my neighbours, who had given her lifts and brought her son clothes and toys whilst Donna pleaded poverty. Years later I was told that she had made a false rape allegation against an innocent man who was only cleared after he’d been arrested and held in custody. But then Donna Morgan was shagging a number of officers in the North Wales Police, whom it would seem were, in return, happy to arrest targets of the paedophile gang at whom she pointed the finger.

 

Wouldn’t it have just been easier to have arrested Dafydd and Lucille and stopped the international people trafficking gang? The security services seem to have spent much time and money behaving like fuckwits and trying to get rid of Brown and me, but Dafydd and Lucille are still sitting in north Wales running CAIS. They’re probably surrounded by undercover officers ‘gathering intelligence’, but the one thing that no-one will do is put Dafydd and Lucille out of action…

We were targeted in 1984. Whatever MI5 were doing, they were definitely not stopping that trafficking gang.

 

Another reader of this blog has told me that David Bailey Hughes was the officer in charge at Y Gwyngyll, the children’s home in Llanfairpwll, when it was in meltdown and that the kids ‘were running wild, never going to school and being treated for genital lice’. It was the chaos at Y Gwyngyll which forced Bowen Rees to hold an ‘investigation’ – Bowen Rees called in his old mates from Dyfed County Council, where he had previously been County Secretary, to conduct the investigation… For info on the happenings at Y Gwyngyll and some of the people involved, see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’.

Despite allegations of sexual abuse against Bailey Hughes – some of which stemmed from his time as a care officer at Ty’r Felin – he was subsequently given responsibility for Gwynedd County Council’s new fostering and adoption service, which was set up after Alison Taylor’s dismissal at Cartref Bontnewydd. The dreadful Malcolm John, ‘senior tutor in social work’ at Bangor University, moonlighted for years as a ‘consultant’ for this ‘service’, without the knowledge of Bangor University, who did suspect that he had another job somewhere because he was so infrequently in the university (see post ‘Local Accessories’). There were many people at Bangor who were at their wits end with regard to Malcolm John, but they were being undermined by the toxic Lyn Meadows, the HR Director and paedophiles’ friend who now sits on the Betsi Board. I was told that one Professor who had tried to protect other staff from Malcolm John’s dreadful conduct was threatened with disciplinary action for ‘bullying’ from Meadows.

My correspondent informed me that the paedophiles’ friends setting up shop at Cartref Bontnewydd forced the closure of at least one fostering and adoption service in the area that had been running for decades.

I have been told that at least one girl of 14 in the care of Gwynedd County Council was given oral contraception without her step-mother’s knowledge, although this teenager did not have a boyfriend and had not shown much interest in acquiring one. My correspondent suggests that girls ‘were being prepared for action on the sly’. This was rather the impression that I formed as a result of my encounters with the Top Doctors. OK I wasn’t 14, but all any of them wanted to do was talk to me about sex and my ‘boyfriend’. I too was spontaneously offered advice on contraception. QUE??? I was a grown-up who was quite capable of deciding such matters for myself and at no time did I ever enter those consulting rooms seeking advice on sexual problems. Other mental health patients I spoke to had similar experiences. It was suggested to me the other day that perhaps the Top Docs had gained the wrong impression because I used to sport black nail varnish, coloured hair etc. For God’s sake, I was in my 20s and furthermore if I’d gone in there wearing a burkha I’d have been met with the same response. They were trafficking young people into prostitution – Dafydd et al even targeted boys of 11, did they ‘ask for it’?

My post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ mentioned that supply of nice young doctors who arrived in north Wales in the 1980s when Gwynne and Dafydd were becoming excruciatingly embarrassing. Those of us who had complained were then referred to the nice young doctors – who sadly were assisting the old gropers, but had better manners and concealed their activities more effectively. One such nice young doctor was Tony Francis, another was Dr Lyndon Miles.

Since mentioning Lyndon in my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’, I have received an e mail from someone who raised concerns about Dafydd and the paedophiles who’s health was subsequently ruined by one Lyndon Miles, who had seemed such a nice man. I had similar experiences. After confronting Gwynne and Dafydd, I encountered years of Top Doctors – not just in north Wales – whom I did not complain about and who were charm itself to me. When I finally accessed my medical notes, I read what they had written to third parties about me without my knowledge and it was pure poison. Other patients who dared complain had the same experience. One man in north Wales who had as much crap as I did from the Top Doctors described them as a ‘cartel’. Which pretty much sums it up. This was an extensive network of corrupt professional people involved in serious organised crime who were assisted by corrupt police officers and members of the security services.

Here’s someone else who, at the beginning of his career, exploited his status as a Nice Young Doctor:

The Lord Owen
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Dr D.G.E. Wood really loved Dr Death. Wood said to me ‘Owen’s got guts’. I responded by telling Wood that nevertheless he didn’t have any seats.

Dr Death, a friend of people traffickers!

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In my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ I mentioned that Lyndon worked in the Student Health Centre at Bangor and knew exactly what Wood, Gwynne etc were doing, but colluded with them. There was another Nice Young Doctor who rolled up at the Student Health Centre in about 1984 as well, whom distressed students were urged to meet as an alternative to Gwynne the lobotomist – Dr Chris Tilsen. Dr Tilsen, like Dr Miles, didn’t cause the sort of disasters that Gwynne did, but Dr Tilsen knew what was happening…

I did know of one student house who’s inhabitants had a bad experience with Dr Tilsen. One of the boys in the house caught measles and his girlfriend rang the GP – Dr Tilsen. Tilsen initially refused to go out to see him, but because his girlfriend grovelled, a rather bad-tempered Tilsen subsequently arrived, took a look at the ailing student and said ‘he’s got measles, what’s the problem?’ When our friends told us about this, I mentioned that measles can cause deafness and Brown observed that it can occasionally result in death. Our friend didn’t die of measles, but this was the sort of response that local people received from the Top Doctors. They really were very often not that helpful. Furthermore they all knew that people were living in severe poverty, that the ‘services’ were rife with corruption and that the infrastructure of the whole region was being utilised by a sex trafficking gang.

I was told some years ago that Dr Tilsen’s wife Amanda was an Angel who worked at the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University and was very unpopular among her Angel colleagues. That doesn’t say anything about Amanda Tilsen, because nearly everyone in that School was previously employed by the corrupt regional NHS and they spent their whole lives in a state of civil war with each other.

‘We didn’t know.’

Yes you did.

There seemed to be a push in the mid-80s to conceal the damage being done by Dafydd and co. As well as all those Nice Young Doctors, the Student Health Centre employed Liz Stables as an Angel (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), who made friends with all those students who had complained – pumped them for info and reported back to the Top Docs, who then shafted us all. Liz was a friend of Dafydd. Liz replaced a crotchety old bat who was worthy of a prize in Viz magazine’s ‘insincere smiles’ feature, who had been employed as the Angel up there for eons, but I can’t remember her name. She was so unpleasant that I refused to have anything to do with her, so Liz was sent in my direction.

 

I mentioned in a previous post that witnesses who gave evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry, as well as those people who worked for the Inquiry, were granted immunity from prosecution, which I suspect is why those who ran the paedophile gang such as Lucille agreed to give evidence. None of the witnesses can now be prosecuted for abusing those kids. I have been told that the Attorney General – Sir Nicholas Lyell – did grant the immunity but excluded perjury and perverting the course of justice. Therefore, if Waterhouse and co had not constrained themselves, any number of people could have been referred for prosecution. One such person I am told would have been social worker Mari Roberts, who lied in her evidence to the Inquiry (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’).

The temporary immunity should not have stopped the North Wales Police investigating the evidence that emerged of abuse, of widespread conspiracy, of perverting the course of justice and of misconduct in public office. Documents in my possession also contain ample evidence of these matters.

 

I have received more info regarding Ceryl Wyn Davies, the serial child sex offender defended by Ronnie Waterhouse’s mate Emlyn Hooson QC – another one of David Steel’s colleagues – who was given a job as Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School at Blaenau Ffestiniog by Gwynedd County Council, despite his previous imprisonment for molesting children (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). I have been told that there were many complaints about Ceryl Wyn which were ignored and it is alleged that he had a family member on the Council who afforded him protection. My correspondent has promised me more information, so once I receive that I’ll blog further.

 

 

In my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ I mentioned that it was Cartrefle College in Wrexham – which later became NEWI and then Glyndwr University – who assessed the members of the paedophile gang as being suitable to qualify as social workers. I received information from someone who told me that standards at Cartrefle were appalling and that in the early 1980s at least, Cartrefle had a hotline to Lucille Hughes and Nefyn Dodd and were passing on inappropriate info about students to them, with a view to identifying potential whistleblowers. Cartfrefle qualifications were verified by the University of Salford. Salford University knew that there was serious abuse of children in care in north Wales, because one of their own students on placement reported it to them. He was withdrawn from the placement and his evidence was dismissed by Ronnie Waterhouse on the grounds that he’d only been on placement in north Wales for a matter of days so he didn’t have the full picture re the standards of care for children in north Wales.

Salford University still provides social work training and whilst I was working at Bangor University, I and two colleagues had the most extraordinary experience with their ‘Research Professor’ Stephen Shardlow. It was so weird that we wondered whether Shardlow had personal difficulties which had resulted in him not being able to function at work – I kept our e mail exchanges  – but one of my colleagues was later told by someone at Salford that a new ‘Research Professor’ had been appointed who did not know anything about research, who did no work and who had only been appointed to give credibility to a very troubled dept. It was a man called Stephen Shardlow. Shardlow had managed to get himself appointed as the editor of a major social work journal. I wonder how that happened.

Salford was established as a University in 1967. Between 1967-91, the Chancellor was Prince Philip. So he flew the flag for Salford throughout those happy years when the institution provided qualifications for a paedophile gang and continued to do so even after one of their own students blew the whistle. Princess Fergie followed Phil the Greek as Chancellor until 1995, when Sir Walter Bodmer, the man who was at the helm of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund in 1990 when the ICRF was involved in a major research fraud scandal which resulted in the (presumed) suicide of Prof Tim McElwain (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’), succeeded her. In 2005 Sir Martin Harris was appointed Chancellor. Harris was in post when Stephen Shardlow was given a job that his colleagues maintained that he should never have been given… Martin Harris comes from Ruabon near Wrexham and has passed through many institutions run by the paedophiles’ friends.

 

What of the VCs of Salford, the people who had their hands on the tiller? Clifford Whitworth was the VC, 1967-74. Salford University was in full swing qualifying paedophiles at that time, but I can’t find any trace of him on the internet. So he must have been the fall guy. Whitworth’s successor Sir John Horlock was just as guilty however – he was in post 1974-81, when many more child abusers were given qualifications and when that hotline between Cartrefle and Lucille and Nefyn Dodd was established. It would be difficult for even someone as dedicated to the science of cover-up and denial as Ronnie Waterhouse to airbrush John Horlock out of history, because John Horlock was responsible for a considerable piece of HE history.

 

Sir John Horlock was a mechanical engineer who built his reputation by refining gas turbines in jet engines for use in military aircraft. He was raised in Edmonton, North London and attended The Latymer School, Edmonton. He went from there to St John’s College, Cambridge, where he gained his PhD in 1958.

Ronnie Waterhouse went to St John’s College, Cambridge and Ronnie was a man who certainly maxed out on the utilisation of alumni networks. Furthermore, the appalling Deb Everard, one of the biggest problems at St George’s Hospital Medical School in the late 1980s/early 90s, was a Tory Councillor in Edmonton. Everard knew about Oliver Brooke the paedophile Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s and she knew about much other wrongdoing as well – indeed she was responsible for some of it. Everard was considered untouchable although she was not in a senior role – one lame attempt to discipline her was thwarted by the MSF rep David Hole. Who was corrupt himself, loathed Everard anyway but was involved in the misconduct along with everyone else and thus was obliged to defend her. Meanwhile everyone dined out on the personal friendship that their Head of Dept, Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, maintained with Cilla, the nation’s auntie. It was a lorra lorra laffs, unless you were someone being targeted by this bunch who were concealing a paedophile gang. Everard also had an inexplicable friendship with Prof Ian Craft, the Top Doc who ran the private clinic where practices considered even too unacceptable for the rest of the sharks in the IVF world were routine, such as the implantation of eight or nine embryos in the full knowledge that five or six of them would be aborted at a later stage in the pregnancy. Why Ian Craft, an elitist very rich man, gave Deb Everard the time of day I do not know, but it will have involved questionable practices of some sort. If Everard was in reach of Sir John Horlock, I’m sure that she would have made use of him.

 

After graduation, Horlock worked for Rolls Royce at Derby, who sponsored him whilst he was doing his PhD, providing him with £30k worth of equipment at 1951 prices.

By the 1960s, there was a paedophile gang in the Derbyshire area with links to north Wales – the problems in Derbyshire were thought to have pre-dated the 1960s.

After he finished his PhD, Horlock stayed at Cambridge. He subsequently took a one year sabbatical at MIT and turned down a job offer from Rolls Royce in favour of the position in 1958 of Professor and Head of the Mechanical Engineering Department at the University of Liverpool. At Liverpool, Horlock oversaw a major expansion of the mechanical engineering building. Horlock’s Indie obituary tells us that he was ‘invited by Pergamon Press to edit a series of books in their Commonwealth Library and was subsequently invited to London to meet Pergamon’s proprieter, Robert Maxwell, which was ‘the beginning of a relationship which bore fruit later when he went to the OU’. I suspect that Horlock’s relationship with the Cap’n might have borne fruit before that, because Salford University has a Maxwell Building. Here it is:

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That the building was named after the Cap’n suggests that he probably paid for it, although I have not yet had a chance to inquire about this. Could this have been where some of the missing millions went? The Cap’n was the Labour MP for Buckingham, 1964-70, whilst Harold Wilson was PM.

The Cap’n went overboard in Nov 1991, whilst I was being forced out of my job at St George’s and whilst my friend who wanted to make a documentary about north Wales was being forced out of her job at the Royal Television Society. It was just after the Cap’n was found floating in the Atlantic that Tony Francis et al pulled out all of the stops (several times over the course of a few weeks) in an attempt to have me imprisoned, on the basis of statements that the MDU and their solicitors Hempsons knew constituted perjury which after the most florid allegations were demonstrated to be untrue, eventually resulted in a last ditch attempt to prosecute me for contempt (see post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’).

Headington Hall was the home of Robert Maxwell for the last 32 years of his life, which he rented from Oxford City Council. It is now part of Oxford Brookes University.
There was organised abuse of children – and associated abuses of psychiatry – in Oxfordshire, which was concealed by, among other people, Barbara Kahan – who was appointed as an adviser on children in care to Ted Heath’s Gov’t in 1970 – and her husband, Dr Vladimir Kahan. Babs remained as a Gov’t adviser until the 1980s, after which she continued to make herself useful by failing to notice that many of those with whom she was working on various child care and education/training projects were paedophiles and also by Chairing the Inquiry into the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal and not reporting just how bad things were there (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).
Tom Burns, who worked at St George’s whilst the staff concealed organised child abuse and who admitted that he believed my allegations regarding what was happening in north Wales, later found himself a Chair at Oxford University. As did Mark Williams, who worked with Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, whilst committing the research fraud which was Mindfulness (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Richard Tranter, who joined the merry gang at the Hergest Unit for a stint as a junior doctor and then returned as a senior doctor, trained at Oxford, as did his wife Siobhan, who in her capacity as a tutor of Angels in Bangor University failed to pass on concerns from students that patients were being abused.
The crimes of Cap’n Bob are worthy of a blog in themselves, so I’ll do a bit of digging and see what I can find that is most relevant. Obviously, as a starter,  there was Cap’n Bob’s purchase of ‘The Mirror’, which employed Alastair Campbell as a journo and some dodgy big hitters as in-house lawyers and used the services of George Carman QC…

Sir John Horlock returned to Cambridge as Professor of Engineering in 1967. In the early 1970s, Horlock ‘played a major role’ in the activities of the Science Research Council, Chairing the Mechanical Engineering Committee. Horlock witnessed the success of his physicist colleagues in bagging funds from the SRC, so he suggested to a colleague that they should apply for a major grant themselves. Before you could say ‘massive conflict of interest’, Horlock’s Dept received a grant of £300k from the SRC and used it to found, in 1973, the Whittle Laboratory, Horlock becoming its Director. 

In 1974 Horlock was appointed as VC of Salford University. There doesn’t seem to be much information available regarding Horclock’s time as VC of Salford, possibly because Cap’n Bob played a role in the ‘achievements’, so Salford have decided that it is best forgotten.

Much has been written about Horlock’s subsequent job as VC of the Open University, 1981-90. The OU cannot thank Horlock enough for his contribution, because many believed that he stopped Keith Joseph, who was Education Secretary, 1981-86, from closing the OU down. Not only did Horlock successfully defend the OU from Gov’t cuts, but he expanded the institution, enrolling the first postgrads and overseeing the foundation of, in 1983, the Open University Business School.

The OU was regarded by many as ‘Harold Wilson’s gimmick’ and for some people this alone was enough reason to close it down. In my post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ I describe how Harold Wilson gave the OU project to Nye Bevan’s widow Jennie Lee and it was Jennie Lee and Wilson’s friend and solicitor Lord Goodman who succeeded in getting it off the ground, partly by providing a huge underestimate regarding costs and not providing a more realistic figure until it was too late to scrap the development. Arnold Goodman was widely believed to be dishonest and he acted as the solicitor for Jeremy Thorpe immediately after Thorpe was charged with incitement and conspiracy to kill, before Sir David Napley took over. Jennie Lee know about the abuse of children in Staffordshire that was being concealed and she also knew that from the very inception of the NHS, Top Doctors assisted in concealing the abuse, neglect and sometimes deaths of the poorer and more vulnerable citizens. What with Nye Bevan having become a folk hero in the Labour Party because of him being the driving force behind the NHS, nearly everyone colluded with the myth that ‘poor people’ benefited from the NHS to a greater extent than the better off. They didn’t.

It was obviously fairly important that no-one pissed off Jennie Lee, who outlived her husband by many years. The OU had support from some unlikely people. Despite the hostility of many Tories towards it, Thatcher, when she was Education Secretary in the early 1970s, opposed her Cabinet colleagues to save it. Thatcher was subsequently a fan of John Horlock.

Horlock himself claimed that in the fight to save the OU in the mid-80s, he reminded many Tory MPs that the number of students enrolled with the OU in their constituencies exceeded their majorities. He mentioned that one of the strongest supporters of the OU was the MP Tam Dalyell, who became a good friend of Horlock’s. Tam Dalyell wrote many of the obituaries of his generation of MPs. I have been really impressed by Dalyell’s ability to repackage the characters and track-records of the most unpleasant of his colleagues, including some of those that have since been exposed as having done some truly dreadful things. There are a lot of clues in Dalyell’s biography that he was concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al. Keith Joseph was said to have given the OU a reprieve after receiving so many letters from people who had benefited from the OU. The OU also received considerable support from the HE Minister, William Waldegrave, who knew about the abuse of children and associated criminality in north Wales and elsewhere and who was Health Secretary, 1990-92, whilst all that trouble at St George’s and in north Wales was concealed.

The OU provides training for a lot of health and social care staff, including social workers. I’m not sure when the OU started training social workers, but it was churning out psychology graduates who later became clinical psychologists as long ago as the 1970s. The really great thing about the OU for local authorities who have a problem with the abuse of people in their care, is that if their trainee social workers do a degree with the OU rather than another university, that local authority does not have to deal with students who are whistleblowers, because the OU just provides theoretical input, it is entirely up to the local authority as to whether the students qualify or not. There is no other party to negotiate with. Some years ago a whole series of social work students at Bangor University reported very serious problems on placement with Anglesey County Council. Staff from Bangor University defended the students, only to be told by Anglesey County Council that if the ‘problems with the students’ continued, Anglesey would hire its own staff as trainee social workers and qualify them through the OU. The ‘problem students’ were all whistleblowers. The students didn’t know this, but the people who’s conduct caused them such distress were the dear old paedophiles’ friends.

Whilst researching for this blog, I noticed that Harold Wilson systematically tied off all routes for professionals who might raise concerns about the abuse of vulnerable people by the state by the creation of supposedly citizen-friendly structures. Tony Blair did a very similar thing – the ‘service user empowerment’, the ‘social inclusion’, even the Human Right Act, were all used to give abusive state structures more and more power over citizens who raised questions about the conduct of the state.

Harold Wilson’s widening of HE opportunities did benefit people, but it was particularly effective at producing a whole cadre of state educated and state employed professionals who  found themselves in a position in which it would be virtually impossible to blow the whistle on serious state-endorsed crime – such as organised child abuse within the NHS and social services – and continue their professional careers. This situation exists today – it’s why there is a former Cardiff cardiac surgeon working as a cabbie after blowing the whistle on patient safety issues. Even if someone says OK then I’ll work in the voluntary sector, or private sector or academia, they will be forced out, because the funding and/or inspection regimes of those sectors is the responsibility of the state and the people in those funding/inspection roles are there after years of colluding with abuse.

I’ve watched the workings and the effects of this rigged system for a long time, but I didn’t realise that the roots of it were in Harold Wilson’s Gov’t. The long tentacles extended into the world of the arts as well, but I will return to that in a future post. Meanwhile, I’ll just mention a few things that were highlighted in Horlock’s obituary.

Horlock was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society in 1976 and then served as its Vice-President and Treasurer during his retirement. Horlock ‘was an adviser to government and industry for 50 years. This included work with the National Grid, on the safety of nuclear installations and at the Aeronautical Research Council, as well as numerous other important contributions’.

Horlock was ‘knighted in 1996 for services to science, engineering and education’. It could be a complete coincidence, but 1996 was the year that the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced and established.

So Horlock advised on the safety of nuclear installations – a controversial and sensitive area. It was also an area in which on a number of occasions at least, Gov’ts did not keep the public informed. Lord Brian Flowers was another person who was involved in matters nuclear – he was a member of the Atomic Energy Authority, 1971-81 – who concealed Dafydd and the paedophiles’ crimes as well as medical research fraud and much other wrongdoing in the University of London (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Sir Alec Merrison was another nuclear physicist who was called in by Gov’t with regard to the Top Docs and their crimes.  Merrison was Senior Physicist at CERN, 1957-60; Chair of Experimental Physics at Liverpool University, 1960-69; VC of Bristol University from 1969. Keith Joseph, when he was Health Secretary, appointed Merrison to Chair a Public Inquiry after thousands of Top Docs threatened a mass public strike after a dispute with the GMC (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Merrison also Chaired an Inquiry into NHS Reform.

I grew up virtually on the doorstep of Hinkley Point and because I was used to it being there and I knew so many people who worked there, I took it as a fact of life. I had heard, as a teenager, that various worrying things had gone on at Hinkley that the wider public were kept substantially in the dark about, but what was more well-known among the local teenagers was that some of the people at Hinkley Point were thieving on a grand scale – not just pilfering pens and stationery, but they were making off with just about anything, building materials, household necessities, there was even a trade in whole bathrooms that had been stolen from Hinkley. It was a trough as deep as the NHS. The security out there was either very lax or the people driving off with the goodies had dirt of a valuable kind on the senior managers. After I left Somerset, one of the biggest accidents in UK nuclear power history happened at Hinkley – tons of radioactive CO2 was accidentally released into the atmosphere. Not a word appeared in the Somerset media, although there was coverage in the ‘New Statesman’. Then there were the local leukaemia clusters that no-one ever got to the bottom of – they definitely existed, but people were strangely reluctant to undertake a rigorous analysis. Some far-fetched theories were put forward – such as that the workers who migrated into Somerset from elsewhere when Hinkley was first built introduced new viruses into the local population… It’s not as if the Hinkley workers were missionaries going into darkest Africa, it was only Somerset. It could theoretically have been an explanation, but, er, radiation-related causes might be a more obvious one.

The best Hinkley-related story occurred some years before the CO2 leak. When I was about 11, a local man caused a major outrage by breaking into the houses of three people in one night and violently raping the women in each house. He was caught and arrested but was not imprisoned because, as his mother freely admitted, his uncle was an influential man locally and ‘got him off’. The rapist didn’t get off completely – he was diagnosed with schizophrenia and sat in Tone Vale Hospital near Taunton for a few months. Tone Vale didn’t have anything like the reputation that the North Wales Hospital did, but it was a receptacle for people who’d overdone the cider, but also those who had alleged abuse on the part of people with spotless reputations. This man ‘made a full recovery’ and returned to live locally, much to the anger of some who alleged that women and children had been placed in danger as a result of this small town corruption. The rapist then got a job at Hinkley point. After a while, there were ructions. He had ‘gone mad’ again and was publicly hauled off to Tone Vale by the police. His schizophreniform symptoms of serially raping people had not popped up once more, but some new ones had. He had alleged that there were terrible things happening at Hinkley Point, that the safety of local people was at risk and that the trade unions and management were covering up very serious wrongdoing…. He spent longer in Tone Vale recovering from his Hinkley-related delusions than he did recovering from raping three women in one night.

No wonder people were cheerfully driving out of Hinkley Point in the possession of thousands of quids worth of goodies without being stopped.

So the OU was Harold Wilson’s and Jennie Lee’s ‘baby’, which received a bit of help from Lord Goodman to get it off the ground.

In 1967, Wilson’s Cabinet set up a Planning Committee in 1967, which kicked off the launch of the OU via its recommendations, which were accepted by the then Secretary of Education and Science, Ted Short aka Lord Glenamara. Ted Short trained as a teacher at Durham University – he later did a law degree at London University as well – and after WWII worked as a teacher and was the Newcastle-Upon-Tyne branch of the NUT. Short was elected as a Councillor on Newcastle-Upon-Tyne City Council in 1948. He was the Labour MP for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1951-76; Education Secretary, 1968-70, Deputy Leader of the Labour Party, 1972-76; Lord President of the Council, 1974-76 and also served as Chancellor of Northumbria University.

A paeophile gang operated in the north east with direct links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales for decades. Huge numbers of children from the north east were sent to children’s homes in north Wales and two key figures in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, relocated to Bryn Estyn from Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead. The Lord President of the Council serves as the visitor for a number of universities, including the University of Wales.

Ted Short was given a peerage in 1977. Why was there such a problem with child abuse in north Wales and mismanagement at UCNW which Shirl refused to investigate? Look no further than Ted…

The Committee was Chaired by Sir Peter Venables, the VC of Aston University. Other members included Lord Goodman, who was at that time the Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain; Dr Eric Briault, the Deputy Education Officer of ILEA; Prof Roy Shaw, the Director of Adult Education at Keele University and Prof Hilde Himmelweit of the School of Social Psychology.

Can anyone see some paedophiles’ friends hidden in the picture? Lord Goodman for a start. ILEA was busy colluding with the export of kids in the care of London boroughs to north Wales where they were abused and trafficked back down to London. Keele University employed Peter Righton, a paedophile who was a social work academic who used his work to justify adults having sex with children – Keele has welcomed a number of other paedophiles’ friends over the years. Prof Hilde Himmelweit completed her PhD at the Institute of Psychiatry under the discredited H.J. Eyesenck (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’).

Sir Peter Venables was Principal of the College of Advanced Technology (which evolved into Aston), 1955–1966 and Aston University’s first Vice-Chancellor, 1966–1969. He was born in Birkenhead and attended Birkenhead secondary school and Liverpool University, where he obtained a degree in chemistry, an education diploma and a PhD. He served as the Open University’s first Pro-Chancellor and Chairman of the Council. Peter Venables is yet another person who seems to have largely disappeared from the internet. I wonder why that might be.

Venables will have known about the corruption linked to Dafydd et al in Liverpool University and he will also have known about the equally serious corruption in Birmingham University, the City Council and the West Midlands Police. Kids in care in Birmingham were sent to children’s homes in Wales and the Medical School in Birmingham contained Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass.

There was also a heavy presence from Sussex University on the Planning Committee – Asa Briggs, the then VC of Sussex; Lord Fulton, the former VC of Sussex; and Norman McKenzie, the Director of the Centre for Educational Technology at Sussex University. So someone in Harold Wilson’s Cabinet was desperate to have Sussex University wielding influence over the OU Planning Committee.

Lord John Fulton was a friend of Harold Wilson. I have blogged about John Fulton previously, but he’s worth resurrecting here, particularly as I have a suspicion that he might disappear from the internet soon as well.

John Fulton’s father was Angus Fulton, Principal of University College, Dundee. Fulton was born in Dundee and went to school there, then went to St Andrew’s University, then onto Balliol College. Ted Heath went to Balliol, but was 14 years younger than Fulton. During WWII, Fulton served in the Mines Dept and the Ministry of Fuel and Power, which was when he became a colleague and friend of Harold Wilson.

Fulton was Principal of University College, Swansea, 1947-59 – the employer of Rhodri Morgan’s father as well as of Dafydd’s buddy Saunders Lewis. Then Fulton was VC of the University of Wales, 1952-54 and again between 1958-59. In 1959 Fulton was appointed Principal of University College Sussex, which became the University of Sussex in 1961. He remained there until 1967.

So Fulton left Sussex the year before John Allen opened the Bryn Alyn Community, where kids in care were abused and then trafficked to John Allen’s brothels – in Brighton, Sussex and in London. Within just a few years, business was booming and many more people with money to spare moved to north Wales and brought isolated buildings which they turned into children’s homes or residential schools, thus expanding the business of the sex trafficking gang which was now well-established in north Wales. The business was considerably assisted by the Children Act, 1975, which was passed as a result of Leo Abse cultivating the company of Jim Callaghan and his wife Audrey and persuading Callaghan to set up the Houghton Committee, of which Leo Abse was a leading light (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). The Houghton Committee ‘took advice’ from Dafydd’s friends and associates who were concealing the booming business in the trafficking of young people in north Wales and who recommended changes in the law…

Leo Abse was a good friend of George Thomas, who was molesting children. Harold Wilson appointed Thomas as Secretary of State for Wales in 1968 and at that time the responsibility for the NHS and social services in Wales was transferred to the Welsh Office. Abse himself has been the subject of historical child abuse investigations. Audrey Callaghan concealed child abuse in the London boroughs before she relocated to south Wales (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). George Thomas and Callaghan hated each other, but Thomas got on very well with Harold Wilson because Thomas was a real vote winner in south Wales, what with all that Methodist lay-preaching and chumminess with the Royal Family (see ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). And chumminess with Thatcher as well, but Thomas was forgiven that, it was just part of his natural charm.

Fulton went straight from the centre of a well-planned sex trafficking operation onto the Planning Committee for the OU.

Fulton was also: Chairman of the Universities Council for Adult Education and of the Council of the National Institute of Adult Education (1952-55); Chair of UCCA, 1961-64; Chair of the BBC and ITA Committees on Adult Education, 1962-65; Governor of the BBC, 1966-71; Vice-Chair of the BBC, 1966-67 and in 1968-71. Fulton was Chairman of the British Council, 1968-71 and in 1964, Wilson invited Fulton on the Committee of the Civil Service in 1964, which reported in 1968.

Fulton was involved in university policy making in Malta, Sierra Leone, Nigeria and Hong Kong. In 1962, Fulton Chaired the Committee which established the new Chinese University of Honk Kong. He was Chair of the Inter-University Council of HE Overseas, 1964-68.

Well if you’ve got an outstandingly helpful paedophiles’ friend, you might as well give him international responsibilities.

Lord Fulton died in 1986, at home, among friends – in Jimmy Savile Central, Yorkshire.

 

I haven’t yet found any clue as to what precipitated Wilson’s sudden resignation as PM in 1976, but I suspect that it will have had rather more to do with this lot than with Wilson being a KGB agent, or getting fed up of being PM or believing that he was developing Alzheimers. He was an unscrupulous old bugger who rigged the whole of the UK’s state infrastructure to facilitate and conceal child abuse because George Thomas pulled in the votes in south Wales and Leo Abse was a very effective henchman.

 

The man who succeeded Lord Fulton as VC of Sussex and was in post as John Allen’s brothels in Brighton filled up with kids from the north Wales children’s homes was Asa Briggs, who was VC, 1967-76. Asa had his feet well under the table at Sussex by then though – in 1966 he was appointed Professor of History at Sussex, while also serving as Dean of the School of Social Studies, 1961–65 and PVC, 1961–67.

Asa Briggs was an historian who was born in Keighley, Yorkshire – he was off to a flying start in terms of a career as a paedophiles’ friend then. He went to Keighley Boys Grammar School and then Sidney Sussex College, Cambridge. During WWII he served with the Intelligence Corps and at Bletchley Park. Whilst at Cambridge, Briggs had been a friend of Howard Smith, who became DG of MI5 in 1979. Between 1955-61, Briggs was Professor of Modern History at Leeds University and then moved to Sussex. Between 1976-91, Briggs was Provost of Worcester College, Oxford. He was Chancellor of the OU, 1978-94.

Briggs held a visiting appointment at the Gannett Center for Media Studies at Columbia University in the late 1980s and again at the renamed Freedom Forum Media Studies Center at Columbia in 1995–96. Callaghan gave him a peerage in 1976.

Between 1961-95, Briggs wrote a five-volume text on the history of broadcasting in the UK from 1922-74 — essentially, the history of the BBC, who commissioned the work. Briggs’ other works included the corporate history of Marks & Spencer – the company which provided the loan for the paedophiles’ friends of the Royal College of Psychiatrists to acquire a grandiose building in Belgravia which nearly bankrupted them (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). In 1987, Briggs was invited to be President of the Bronte Society. He presided over the Society’s centenary celebrations in 1993 and continued as President until he retired from the position in 1996. He was also President of the William Morris Society from 1978-91 and President of the Victorian Society (UK) from 1986 until his death.

Briggs died at home in Lewes at the age of 94 on 15 March 2016. Presumably he slipped off peacefully, rather than dying as a result of someone chucking a firebomb into the building, like the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal who died in Brighton in 1992 did (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Asa Briggs had a terrible trauma whilst he was VC of Sussex. No he wasn’t arrested for being an accessory to serious organised crime, the trauma resulted from three Sussex students throwing red paint over a visiting US official, in a protest regarding the Vietnam War. Old Asa was so traumatised that decades later he banged on about these three students in a radio interview. Even better, after the old bastard was dead his daughter popped up on Radio 4 discussing the dreadful behaviour of the three Sussex students decades previously. She stated that Asa never got over it.

One of those students was from north Wales and when I heard about the red paint episode, I rather hoped that the man concerned would drench a few of those we know and love in north Wales with red paint. Sadly he never did, perhaps because he would have needed so many gallons of the stuff that he couldn’t lay his hands on enough of it. Before Briggs died, the wife of one of the students with whom Asa was so pissed off did not survive her encounter with the paedophiles’ friends of The Walton Centre at Liverpool. I didn’t know this when I was told about the red paint, but that student will have known about Dafydd and Gwynne and the paedophile gang. They never got the drenching in paint that they so richly deserved but they’ve got this blog instead. The child abusing murdering bastards.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

Bottoms Up, We’ve All Become Millionaires!

Old Warwickians - 1940s-1960s School House Dinner

 

Readers might remember me mentioning in previous posts that in the mid-1980s, Thatcher’s henchman at the UGC, Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer, wanted to close down Bangor University, but he was reminded by UCNW that the place was full of people who were either assisting in supplying youngsters to the Westminster Paedophile Ring, or knew who was. Swinnerton-Dyer changed him mind quickly. Swinnerton-Dyer also went for Aston University, but the Thatcherite VC Sir Freddie Crawford did her bidding by closing down the Psychology Dept and transforming it into a Business School, where the paedophiles’ friends went to do business management qualifications for their future roles as public service managers (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Guess where else Swinnerton-Dyer aimed his axe? Salford. Salford was hit very badly, they had a 40% cut in their funding. They did survive – the VC who saw them through it was the VC who took over in 1981, when Salford was busy giving respectability to Cartrefle College which was run for the benefit of the paedophile gang of north Wales. I shall be blogging about that VC in a future post.

So Swinnerton-Dyer went after the three universities who were doing the most to facilitate Dafydd and the paedophiles – but he backed down and they survived…

 

There will be more background on other associates of Harold Wilson in future posts. Whilst digging around, I discovered a bit of info on Wilson’s mate Barbara Castle that I hadn’t known before. Barbara was the ‘fiery red-head’ (her hair was dyed) whom aspiring female Labour politicians all feel obliged to say that they admire or even consider as their ‘role model’. The Strong Woman Who Didn’t Take Any Crap, the Real Socialist etc. Barbara shagged her way around the Labour Party during the middle years of the 20th century, which is what people meant when they made reference to her ‘fiery red-hair’ and ‘passion’. I don’t mind that Barbara shagged her way around, but Barbara also concealed the abuse of kids and vulnerable people by the health and welfare services whilst boasting of her commitment to equality and women. What I didn’t realise was that Barbara and her husband were very keen to have children but experienced fertility problems. I watched an old clip of Barbara talking about the fertility treatment that she tried and she was stressing that it was, in her view, appalling and bizarre, involving her having injections of hormones extracted from mares’ urine. People are often very surprised at what is at the root of the Top Docs miracle cures. Not that it was a miracle cure, Barbara had enough and gave up. I know one thing though. Barbara, the True Socialist, who Hated Private Medicine and pissed off the Top Docs by Taking a Stand on private beds, would not have been able to get that treatment at that time on the NHS.

So which expensive Harley Street Top Doc treated Red Barbara then? I think we should be told.

 

One of many who told me how much she admired Barbara Castle and how sad it was that all those men stopped her becoming PM was Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the occupational health physician at St George’s Hospital Medical School – who now runs a substantial private practice, as does her Top Doc husband. Mitchell-Heggs was one of those who was instrumental in forcing me out of my job at St George’s. After I obtained copies of my records, along with the full written admissions that Nicky and co knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and they believed that Tony Francis was as well, Nicky had written and CC’d a letter about me in which she stated that now that I had left my job, she would ‘be taking a back seat’. Which was interesting, because I thought that Nicky was a bourgeois idiot and I only saw her on about two occasions. So what sort of front seat was she taking before I left my job then?

So Nicky, who was it from St George’s who traced some relatives of mine that I had not given anyone any details of, impersonated Brown and told them that I’d tried to kill myself? Which was not only extraordinary but was untrue. Who ever did it was obviously quite skilled, because the people whom they spoke to knew Brown and sincerely believed that it was him. I know who can do things like that – the security services can. They can record, splice, etc. It certainly wasn’t Keith Harris and Orville. I know that Nicky knows something about it because there was a reference to it in the letter that she CC’d to everyone.

The problem with the coroners’ verdicts on so many of the victims of Dafydd et al who were found dead in north Wales was that some of those deaths were murders, but they were recorded as suicides because they were of mental health patients who were known to be distressed. Er – Springfield patient loses her job at St George’s, appears in court on serious charges on the basis of statements provided by Top Docs in north Wales, her friend rings up her relatives and tells them that she’s tried to kill herself. Was the scene being set for my dead body to be found Nicky?

Nicky Mitchell-Heggs originally trained as a psychiatrist. She became the occ health physician at St George’s allegedly because of ‘male prejudice’ towards her. Mitchell-Heggs was the occ physician in an institution in which a great many staff were facilitating a pan-European paedophile ring and a Professor of Paediatrics had been imprisoned for his part in it. I don’t know why Mitchell-Heggs was in that job, but it won’t have been anything to do with sexism at work.

Michell-Heggs seemed to have a great deal of money for a working mother in an NHS job…

 

I heard earlier that the Home Secretary Sajid Javid has announced that the UK is to employ 2000 more security services agents. Tell you what Sajid, why not hire 2000 patients of Dafydd’s with a sense of humour, give them a bit of loose change and a phone box and get them to do what they did 20 yrs ago, when they rang him up and took the piss out of him. They presented more of a challenge to him and found out more about his crimes and who assisted them than the police force did and the security services were helping him anyway. Theresa should have popped around to my place when I worked at St George’s because I could have filled her in – she was a Councillor just down the road from St George’s…

 

There will be more posts soon naming more of the guilty…

 

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?

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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.

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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?

 

 

 

The White Heat Of This Revolution

A recent story on BBC News Online mentioned that business with the eggs which cost Edwina Currie her career in 1988. Edwina was a Minister in the Dept of Health at the time – she was one of the merry band in Health in the late 1980s whom I blogged about in my post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’. Edwina wasn’t a member of the Ministerial group whose bright ideas led to the ‘internal market’ in the NHS and the NHS and Community Care Act 1990, which provided Dr Dafydd Alun Jones with such a business opportunity (see posts ‘Feet In Chains’ and ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’). Trumpers was a Minister in Health at the same time (see post ’95 Glorious Years!), but Trumpers wasn’t part of the Ministerial group either. Trumpers was the bright spark who appointed Jimmy Savile to the management committee of Broadmoor, but Trumpers let Edwina take the blame when Savile was exposed after his death. Edwina knew what was happening but it was not actually Edwina who made the disastrous decision. The DoH was seriously dysfunctional at the time and at least two mandarins with the remit for mental health – Brian McGinnis and Cliff Graham – were undoubtedly knowingly facilitating the organised sexual abuse of children and vulnerable people (see posts ‘The Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘The Old Devils’).

Until I did the research for my post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’, I didn’t realise that Nigel Lawson, in his role as Chancellor of the Exchequer,  led the Ministerial group reviewing the NHS. Lawson was MP for Blaby in Leicestershire, 1974-92. A paedophile ring operated in Leicestershire with connections to Dafydd et al which was concealed by all the usual suspects, including the NHS in Leicester (see post ‘An Expert From England’). It was this gang that Greville Janner was alleged to have been a member of. After Frank Beck, the social worker who was a leading light in the gang, was imprisoned in Nov 1991, it became clear that as in north Wales, everyone had worked very hard indeed not to notice that gang. Lawson must have heard something about what was happening, although by the time the extent of the collusion was clear, he was in the Lords, having stood down from the Commons days before the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

The dysfunction and injustice prevailing in the DoH and indeed in Thatcher’s Gov’t was exemplified by Edwina Currie being forced out. Edwina’s head was demanded on a plate after she stated in Dec 1988 on ITN News that ‘Most of the egg production in this country, sadly, is now infected with salmonella.’. Within days, at least one writ was served on Edwina by a ‘farmer’ (en masse egg producer) and the British Egg Industry threatened to sue as well. Edwina was gone very shortly afterwards, in the wake of allegations that she was an idiot.

Not on that matter she wasn’t. She was spot on – most of the egg production in the country was infected – not every egg, but the majority of poultry farms at that time did have salmonella. So Edwina could have defended herself in court against the accusations of libel, but she left Gov’t instead because she had pissed off some powerful Tory supporting very wealthy factory farmers.

I was fascinated by all this at the time, because by Dec 1988 I had realised that there was very serious crime in the mental health services in north Wales which was being concealed at the highest levels of Gov’t and I had also witnessed the research fraud and malpractice at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’) and the farce which was Prof Robert Baldwin’s Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories at Nottingham University (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). I had become very aware that even the alleged centres of excellence in British medicine were unsafe, troubled places which were rotten to the core.

I had also discovered that Brookwood Hospital in Surrey had a terrible safety record. During the year that I lived in Surrey, a Brookwood patient killed himself by firing a nail gun into his head and the press reported that this was ‘not an isolated incident’. I encountered Dr Michael Browne of Brookwood (see post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’) and concluded that he was as much of a danger to patients as Dafydd was. After I left Surrey, Browne was the centre of a high profile case which involved a prisoner in Wormwood Scrubs who had killed himself. Browne was the prison psychiatrist who had been asked to see the young man by the warders because even they were worried about him. The young man had spent days in his cell in a foetal position crying. He hadn’t eaten and had stopped speaking. Browne had recorded that the young man ‘showed no signs of depression’. Hours after Browne had left the cell stating that the prisoner needed no medical care, the young man killed himself. Browne stated at the inquest that he couldn’t explain why he had recorded on the medical notes that the young man showed no signs of depression.

Michael Browne was not disciplined and the last time that I looked he was still practising. Prof Vincent Marks, my boss at the University of Surrey, had described Browne to me as being ‘very good’ and recommended him. Vincent’s brother was Dr John Marks, the then Chairman/President of the BMA.

Vincent was not a stupid man. He knew that Michael Browne was lethal.

 

In the face of all this, I marvelled that Edwina had been kicked out for stating a fact about the nation’s egg industry. The situation in the DoH in 1988 was far worse that I knew at the time.

I’d be interested to know who it was who served the writ on Edwina and which lawyers they used, there was obviously someone involved who terrified Thatcher’s Gov’t.

 

Everyone who worked in the NHS noticed that the most obvious change during the 80s/90s was the growth – in number, status and income – of the NHS manager. Top Doctors really resented this and routinely made comments about people whom they perceived as complete idiots who at best had poor degrees in arts subjects, when the highest achieving Top Docs had survived medical school and had then completed postgrad training and often a research degree as well. The rise and rise of the NHS manager was of course Thatcher’s response to the excesses of the Top Docs – there needed to be a response, but that was not the right one.

In north Wales, I looked on as Alun Davies, who was once an ‘assistant administrator’, became a ‘business manager’, then acquired grander and grander titles – that could only have existed in the public services – until he became things like ‘Directorate Executive Manager’. Davies acquired no more competence throughout the years but an awful lot more power. This wasn’t simply a result of Davies gaining promotion as a result of his corrupt deals with the paedophile gang – there was a ‘culture change’ which did involve non-clinical managers gaining a lot more clout.

I have a copy of a letter that Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) sent to a senior manager in the mid-80s regarding Davies that was insulting to Davies in the extreme. Francis had become miffed when he found that Davies had told someone that he would ‘chase’ Francis regarding a certain enquiry and Francis fired off a furious letter, reminding everyone that Davies the admin assistant was not going to chase any consultant. Davies wrote a grovelling apology. By the time that Francis took early retirement in the late 1990s Davies and other managers were as rude and insulting to the clinicians whom they did not like as the clinicians were to them. There was all out war between the two groups anyway and the cohort that had a terrible time were junior doctors, who were kicked half to death by consultants as well as by Davies and his mates.

Managerialism won the day. Whereas Top Docs once fell off their chairs laughing at the idea of MBAs, just before I left Bangor University in 2012, the Management Centre was plastered in adverts advising Top Docs that their careers would not go far without an MBA – sadly that is probably true these days – and advising them to sign up for a tailor made Top Docs MBA. Meanwhile patients committed suicide and the clinical outcomes for people in north Wales were for many conditions among the worst in Europe.

Of course I understand that good management is about facilitating people’s work and can be justified. The NHS does not have good management. NHS management is so bad that huge swathes of the private sector simply will not employ former NHS managers. I also know of cases in which managers from other sectors have dipped their toe into the NHS and walked away quickly saying ‘I was not staying there’.

I noticed that when one of those TV series about ‘turning around the NHS’ was screened a few years ago, the hatred between the managers and Top Docs was such that it couldn’t even be hidden for the sake of the cameras. Managers were walking around wearing T shirts which they had made bearing slogans saying ‘how old are they today?’, a reference to their standing joke that the Top Docs carried on like a bunch of three year olds. Meanwhile a Top Doc was interviewed on camera saying ‘I have five degrees. These people have a 2:2 in geography. I am not going to be told what to do by them.’

The two professional groups really do not like each other and the situation is inflamed by the fact that so many of them do live up to their stereotypes – rather dim managerial idiots who have no knowledge of medicine or the human condition, or arrogant pompous Top Docs who indeed think that they are God. Most other people have walked away in despair.

 

Not only did I witness what administrators did on the ground when they metamorphosed into managers but I had a bit of knowledge of a truly extraordinary phenomenon – the development of a University Dept which ran the courses for NHS and social care managers. At Aston University to be precise. The Aston Business School seems to have been a mecca for a very long time if one is an NHS/social services manager. I invite readers to start looking at the CVs of people who run the health and welfare services, even those who have become embroiled in scandal – a great many have gained a business or management qualification from Aston.

Dear old Martin Jones who screwed up so monumentally in every position which he held in the NHS in north Wales left Bangor University in I think 1983, with it is rumoured a Third – marine chemistry I think. There is a Duncan Orme-like gap (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’) in Martin’s CV, which I was told is a result of, like Duncan, Martin failing his accountancy exams. Martin rolled up in Gwynedd Health Authority after that in a junior admin role (people who remember Martin from that time enjoy referring to him as ‘the office boy’). Martin later disappeared from the inner circle of the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales to the West Midlands for a few years where he worked as an NHS manager – and completed a business/management qualification at Aston. Martin then returned to north Wales at a senior level and caused havoc.

Under the glorious dictatorship of Keith Thomson, Martin was the Finance Director of the NW Wales NHS Trust. When Keith resigned as CEO of the Trust in 2005 – a few hours after the High Court in Cardiff ordered him to hand over my medical records or face a contempt hearing and a possible prison sentence – Martin became Acting CEO of the Trust. Martin was Keith’s loyal henchman and had contributed as much to the disaster that was the NW Wales NHS Trust as did Keith. I heard conversations in north Wales along the lines of ‘surely the Welsh Gov’t are not going to let mad Martin became CEO of that Trust?’ Martin did become CEO – allegedly because he remained as Acting CEO for a certain period of time which then meant he automatically became CEO under Welsh NHS rules.

I was told at the time that the Welsh Gov’t took their eye off the ball, that Martin landed the job as CEO by default and that the Welsh Gov’t were seething. Health Minister Edwina Hart was known to loathe Martin and allegedly stated that she would not let him privatise Wales’s NHS. Martin was doing that as well as rather more serious things – Martin was facilitating serious criminal misconduct.

However, it wasn’t Edwina who was Health Minister when Martin nipped in through the back door. It was Dr Brian Gibbons, the good friend of the paedophiles. The Gibbons who was receiving letters from me before Thomson resigned, telling him that I had documentary evidence of serious crime on the part of the NHS and social services in north Wales. Gibbons sent me a letter saying ‘this correspondence is closed’. My very serious complaints were never investigated and I heard no more from Gibbons.

Of course Gibbons knew that Martin was sitting in Thomson’s old chair in the NW Wales NHS Trust. The Trust was being sued constantly, there were scandals and deaths on a regular basis, the bill for agency staff was sending the Trust into near bankruptcy because Martin was running the whole Trust  by using agency and locum staff and patients were writing to the Secretary of State for Wales such was the mismanagement.

Furthermore, although after the High Court case in Cardiff Keith Thomson had appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ stating that he was retiring and would be spending more time with his family, playing golf and ‘doing a bit of management consultancy’, Thomson didn’t retire. He was appointed as the CEO for the Trust which at that time covered Pembrokeshire and west Wales. Gibbons will have made that appointment.

Gibbons knew damn well that two crazed, dangerous paedophiles’ friends who were facilitating serious crime were in the most senior positions in two NHS Trusts in Wales.

There was a longstanding paedophile ring in west Wales which was linked to the ring in north Wales.

My post ‘The Human Stain’ details Gibbons’s links to Ireland, Yorkshire as well as to south and west Wales.

Keith Thomson returned to north Wales after his ‘retirement’ from the NHS in west Wales – he lived in a flat owned by Alun Davies in Colwyn Bay.

When Edwina took over from Gibbons as Health Minister in 2007, she dissolved the NW Wales NHS Trust and how glad everyone was. Sadly at the same time, Edwina thrashed out a ‘no redundancies’ deal and every one of those mad, incompetent criminals who had facilitated a paedophile gang and brought north Wales to its knees was re-employed on their previous salaries in the newly created Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Martin had a whole new job created for him. Guess what? The Betsi Board was in chaos from it’s inception and it is now a laughing stock which no-one will work for.

There was one senior person from the NW Wales NHS Trust who was not given a role in the new Health Board, Elfed Roberts, the Chairman. So instead Edwina appointed Elfed to a role in the Governance of the Welsh Ambulance Service. Elfed had previously been a senior officer in the North Wales Police who was removed amidst allegations of corruption.

Readers in Wales will have noticed the state of the Welsh Ambulance Service.

This lot were a bunch of crooks who were all in it together. Gibbons was completely on board and was facilitating it and Edwina was colluding, although she loathed Martin et al. Edwina had a previous career in the trade unions, she’ll have spent years concealing the crap that emanated from the organised abuse of vulnerable people in Wales and the associated criminality and she was not able to control the paedophiles’ friends, although she was frequently under attack from them herself. Then there was the big idiot Rhodri, who had spent his whole career keeping schtum about George Thomas, Ron Davies, Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and the gang in west Wales as well.

I gave some indication in my post ‘The Human Stain’ the depths to which Gibbons and Edwina sunk and the disgrace that they have brought upon Wales. Surely the Lords is the only destination for them now. As well as the anecdotes about Edwina giving out business support grants during her tenure as Minister for the Economy to people whom she had slept with, I have heard people in public life in England making jokes about jobs in the Welsh Assembly being given out on the basis of people shagging Ministers. I know who the person being discussed was – it was Meri Huws, the subject of crude jokes about her being ‘passed around’ after Rhodri had had a go.

Are this lot so stupid that they believe that no-one is aware of these practices?

Gibbons and Edwina received information from me, in confidence, after I trusted them to behave as Ministers should, who could and should have put people in prison. They became accessories by colluding with the criminals.

The Health Minister who succeeded Edwina, Lesley Griffiths, had concealed the organised sexual abuse of children in Wales (see post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’). The Health Minister who succeeded Lesley Griffiths was Mark Drakeford. Who worked as a social worker in west Wales, whilst a paedophile gang operated there through the social services.

Theresa May is pointing at the Welsh NHS and using it as an example of all that is wrong with the world. Hats off to all of you committed socialists, what a great job you’ve done.

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I don’t know how they all thought that this was going to end, they knew that I had the evidence and was gathering more…

 

To return to the institution which equipped Martin, the ultimate paedophiles’ friend Rhian Huws Williams (see post ‘No One Is Innocent’) and so many others for a life of grime in the NHS and Social Services – Aston University. Brown did his first degree at Aston, and returned there as a lecturer after he completed his PhD at Leicester University. During the mid-1980s, Brown’s dept – the Psychology Dept – was very obviously being deliberately destroyed by the VC, Sir Freddie Crawford, a mate of Thatcher’s. A man called Norman Graham, a former headmaster who still behaved like one and was indeed referred to by the staff as ‘the headmaster’, was installed as Head of Dept who kept telling the psychologists that ‘you must think of yourselves as part of the Business School’, as the Business School expanded and expanded and gradually swallowed the Psychology Dept. Individuals were seriously harassed and one lecturer, Ron Easterby, committed suicide in the mid-1990s. There were many people who took the view that the University had killed Ron Easterby.

It was after 1984 that Freddie Crawford systematically and deliberately destroyed the Psychology Dept at Aston University. Crawford’s assault began after Brown wrote a stiff letter to Dr DGE Wood about events at the Student Health Centre at UCNW (Bangor University) involving Gwynne the lobotomist and me, reminding Wood that patients’ welfare should be his priority, not loyalty to colleagues who are unworthy of that loyalty. Brown also told Wood that altering medical records and lying to patients was not an acceptable way of conducting oneself.

I noticed many years ago that Crawford’s assault on Brown’s colleagues and indeed Brown himself came very soon after that letter, but I didn’t have the info about the links between the paedophile gang in north Wales and similar gangsters in the West Midlands. Neither did I know that Crawford was a leader among white-collar crooks, although I was aware that he was famously ‘Mrs Thatcher’s favourite Vice-Chancellor’.

Dafydd and the paedophiles might have thought that Ron Easterby knew what had happened to me at their hands. For one term when I was a student at Bangor I lodged in Port Dinorwic with a man who had grown up in care and who I am now certain was under attack by the paedophiles. His dog was shot, his house caught fire – twice – and he was completely unable to get anybody to employ him, although he didn’t have a criminal record. His friend’s kept telling me that he was having a lot of ‘bad luck’ and that people didn’t like him because he’d been in care. I now have info that suggests that the paedophiles’ friends had noticed me living at this man’s house, particularly because I was English and used to go in for punkish style clothes and hair at the time.

Whilst I was lodging in Port Dinorwic, one weekend I went down to stay with Brown in Birmingham and we went to a club known as the Arts Lab. We went there because it was showing a film that we wanted to see, but the Arts Lab was a popular venue with transvestites and gender bending people. Ron Easterby’s daughter was there – like us, she’d gone to see the film. As we came out of the club, Ron was there waiting to pick up his daughter and saw us and obviously Brown stopped to chat to him. I had no idea that there was a network of sex trafficking gangsters operating between north Wales and Birmingham who watched everyone all the time. I think it highly likely that someone saw us there and saw Ron and his daughter talking to us and thought that we might have known Ron better than we did.

The harassment of other Aston staff who were not Of The Business School continued and Brown was forced out of his job in July 1995.

It was in July 1995 when Sir Peter Morrison and corrupt civil servant Bing Spear, both of whom were associates of Dafydd and the gang, were found dead and the month that before truly bizarre shenanigans had taken place at the highest echelons of the Welsh Office (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).

Another notable Welshman is a graduate of Aston Business School – Prof Dylan Jones-Evans, the Tory Party adviser who has now been sacked from nearly every university in Wales (see post ‘News Round-Up, March 20 2017′). Dylan knows what the paedophiles’ friends have been up to – he hated the likes of Meri Huws but knew that the Tories were crawling with paedophiles’ friends as well. Dylan stood for election as the Tory candidate in Aberconwy in 2007 but was unsuccessful – Dylan is not the sort of person to stand as the anti-corruption candidate, he just played the same insane games as everyone else.

Sir Frederick Crawford played a big part in civil life in Birmingham. When he was appointed Chair of the Criminal Cases Review Commission there were objections raised because of his enthusiasm for Freemasonry. Sir Freddie had an off the rails son who was found dead from a heroin overdose in an hotel in Israel. Before he died this young man used to tell people that he could do pretty much anything re drugs n crime and not face prosecution because of who his dad was.

Whilst Sir Freddie was VC, Aston had a lethal student doctor, Philip Cauthery. Cauthery was so negligent with regard to distressed students that Aston had one of the highest suicide rates of any UK university. The students jumped out of the windows of the tower blocks where they were housed – one who lived a few floors above Brown went flying past his window one night and when I went to visit him shortly after the blood stains were still on the place where she had landed – and took overdoses of the anti-depressants which Cauthery dished out in huge quantities. Aston had a very high proportion of overseas students and some of them had relatives living in regimes where family members were tortured, disappeared, assassinated etc. The man allocated for students to talk to in such circumstances was Cauthery…

Cauthery was best known for his sex therapy work. He was on the Editorial Board of Forum magazine – for which Alistair Campbell used to write porn stories. Forum did not feature child porn but it didn’t keep a very close eye on who advertised in the small ads. In 1987 the investigative programme The Cook Report revealed that the small ads were being used by paedophiles to exchange child porn on the European market (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

Cauthery set up a sex therapy clinic and an abortion service with Dr Martin Cole. Martin Cole was a geneticist whereas Cauthery was a Top Doctor. Cole produced a sex education film called ‘Growing Up’ which caused a furore among Mary Whitehouse and her mates – Mary also went for Cole’s jugular because she claimed that his sex therapy clinic was a front for prostitution. I know someone who went to that clinic – they did indeed have a relationship with one of the ‘surrogates’ that Cole was famous for using and she had worked in the sex industry. However Cole was not half so damaging to this man as Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales had been, which was why he had given up with the NHS and gone to Cole.

Cauthery was never attacked in the press or by Mary Whitehouse in the way that Martin Cole was. I am sure that this was because Cauthery was a Top Doc who will, like Dafydd, enjoyed the full protection of the medical establishment.

For more info on Cauthery and Coleman, see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

Mary Whitehouse was a former teacher from the West Midlands who loved referring to what doctors and psychiatrists had said about adolescents’ mental health and the alleged dangers of sex education/porn etc. That’ll have been the Top Docs like Prof Robert Bluglass who were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles.

I have mentioned previously that Dr Colin Berry, a Top Doc from Coventry, was one of those who assisted Bluglass in concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in 1988-89 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). I have missed an obvious link between Berry and others who worked on behalf of Dafydd et al. Berry was from Coventry. Geoffrey Robinson, the very rich Labour MP who’s loan to Peter Mandelson caused Mandy’s first resignation, owned the ‘New Statesman’ when it published Richard Webster’s 2000 article trashing the Gwynedd whistleblower Alison Taylor following the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). Robinson has been the Labour MP for Coventry North West since 1976.

Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust who presided over chaos, unlawfully prevented me from accessing NHS treatment and tried to frame me on more than one occasion, had worked in the NHS in Coventry after he left north Wales but before he returned in a senior position.

Numerous children in care from the West Midlands were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. After Tony Francis (Dr X) relocated to north Wales to join Dafydd and the paedophiles, Francis’s former boss Ian Brockington was appointed to a Chair in Birmingham University, to join old Bluglass (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

Then there were the links between the notoriously corrupt Freemason-heavy West Midlands Serious Crime Squad who stitched up Ali Khan from Caernarfon in the 1980s and the North Wales Police.

My post ‘Amber Rudd, The Miners’ Strike And A Memory Jogged’ provided details of a family who moved from Birmingham to Anglesey in the early 1980s after rescuing a little girl from ‘cruelty’ in Birmingham. This family showed all the signs of being under attack from Dafydd et al. Dafydd personally began a campaign to try and put their shop out of business, the kids were isolated and marginalised by teachers at Ysgol David Hughes and the father of the family – who had multiple serious health problems – was so badly neglected by the Top Docs that he died in his 50s.

Dafydd and the paedophiles were fully networked into serious organised crime in the West Midlands.

 

Now for more information about the movers and shakers at St George’s Hospital Medical School.

St George’s website makes reference to that shameful episode when it was publicly admitted that the computer programme used to select applicants to the medicine degree was written to systematically disadvantage ethnic minority and female candidates. It got worse. The computer programme had been in use for years and senior academics in St George’s knew that it had been designed to discriminate. St George’s website reminds us all that the programme was the 1979 work of Dr Geoffrey Franglen, so he was the scapegoat for that particular embarrassment. Not only did Franglen not design that programme without anyone else’s knowledge – someone told him to do it – but the website makes reference to the discovery of the discriminatory computer programme in Dec 1986. Now I seem to remember that the scandal didn’t become public until years after Dec 1986 – the shit didn’t hit the fan until the 1990s.

The person who took the credit for blowing the whistle on the Computer Which Said No was the pharmacologist and Top Doctor Joe Collier. Joe Collier had spent his whole career at St George’s and he was fully au fait with the appalling attitudes and practices there. Collier was friends with the society fuckwit Dr Cathy Wilson, who was a mate of Geoffrey Chamberlain’s and the root of many problems in the Obs and Gynae Dept. Collier liked to align himself with radical causes – I could imagine him being mates with Michael Mansfield, he seemed to move in such circles – and he was probably delighted to expose Racism and Sexism. Which is a real laugh, because Joe was described to me by one of his colleagues as ‘an arsehole’. Not that the judgement of that particular person could always be relied upon, but I remember Cathy Wilson getting very angry with Joe Collier after interviewing med school candidates with him because he was aggressive and discriminatory towards the girls who hadn’t come from independent schools in London. Cathy talked about a girl from Yorkshire whom she claimed had been chewed up and spat out by Joe and was denied a place to do medicine despite being very much better qualified that others who were given places. The girl’s crime was to have not defended a feminist position – in Joe’s eyes at least – in her interview.

Nice one Joe! A middle aged white man who has kept quiet about his colleagues running a sex trafficking ring stops a girl from getting into medicine because she’s not a feminist. Joe Collier And His Radical Conscience.

Joe Collier worked in the Pharmacology Dept at St George’s. In 1989 one of the PhD students in Joe’s Dept was Mark Roy, who had previously been employed as a psychiatric nurse in the Reaside Clinic, which was Prof Robert Bluglass’s empire. Mark Roy admitted to me that some wards in the Reaside Clinic were appalling, but Bluglass ensured that no-one saw those wards. For info on Mark Roy’s career among yet more paedophiles’ friends after he left St George’s, see post ‘An Appalling Vista’.

 

The elephant in the room as far as the row regarding the Computer Saying No at St George’s was that St George’s accepted far, far many more ethnic minority candidates (and I think more women as well) than any other medical school in the UK. St George’s was known for being so positive towards ethnic minority candidates that they were encouraged to apply there by schools, careers teachers etc. So what were the other medical schools doing as part of their admissions process and why was this never mentioned?

Then there were the Top Docs who mentioned that you could tell that St George’s wasn’t what it should be by the number of ethnic minority students that they were ‘letting in’.

There was also that student at UCNW whom the sex trafficking GP Dr DGE Wood knew who’s uncle was the Professor of Surgery at St George’s who in 1984 was guaranteed a place at St George’s as a mature student…

 

Between 1971-82 the Dean of St George’s was Robert Lowe, so he had something to do with the Computer Saying No. The Computer Said No throughout the tenure of the next Dean as well, Richard J. West, who was Dean until 1987. Richard J. West was Dean when the time bomb went off which was Prof Oliver Brooke and his enormous collection of child porn stashed on medical school premises. Brooke was jailed in 1986 but was out again in 1987 thanks to Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane. There is no trace of Richard J. West on the internet or indeed Robert Lowe, so obviously the world needed to forget about them. I have no idea if West disappeared from St George’s in 1987 because of Ollie and his kiddie porn and contacts with paedophiles in Europe, but in 1988 Professor Sir William Asscher arrived. Not only did the Computer Continue To Say No after Asscher arrived, but the rest of the paedophile ring of which Brooke had been a member remained in business and Asscher’s colleagues at St George’s continued to conceal their crimes and colluded with them and their mates, including Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales .

My post ‘Enter Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ details some of the evidence in my possession demonstrating that Top Docs at St George’s and Springfield (the associated mental health unit) knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and they believed that Tony Francis was as well. Nonetheless the very same people were in phone contact with Dafydd, Tony Francis and Lucille Hughes and dutifully recorded that I was ‘extremely dangerous’ and had ‘broken into’ Dafydd’s office ‘such that he thought that he was going to be killed there and then’ because Dafydd had told them this.

Dafydd, please do tell me – when did all this happen????

Dafydd’s mate from the Maudsley, Dr Paul Bowden – who had co-authored with Bluglass – was also called upon to refuse to treat me and declare me dangerous.

Meet Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s:

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Who is a friend of St Helena Kennedy:

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St Helena is married to a Top Doc herself!

St Helena is a colleague of Mike Mansfield of the Proletariat:

 

Mike went to Keele University – where so many paedophiles’ friends and indeed paedophiles themselves worked/studied (see post ‘The Human Stain’) – and was Secretary of Keele Students’ Union. Mansfield was called to the Bar at Gray’s Inn in 1967 and was elected as a bencher of Gray’s Inn in 2007.

Sir William Mars-Jones – a good friend of Dafydd, the paedophiles and Ronnie Waterhouse was President of UCNW when the staff were running the sex trafficking ring with Dafydd – was a leading light in Gray’s Inn.

Michael Mansfield’s art teacher was Sir Kyffin Williams. Kyffin was an artist who came from Anglesey, spent some time when he was younger in England and then returned to Anglesey where he spent the rest of his life. Kyffin was considered part of high society in north Wales and was greatly toadied to by the paedophiles’ friends.

Dafydd Iwan used one of Kyffin’s paintings as the basis of an album cover:

 

Bangor University has an extensive collection of Kyffin’s paintings.

Other artists in north Wales don’t seem to like Kyffin very much. They all say the same thing – that the only reason he became so well-known is that he was rich enough to establish his own gallery and not need to live by his work. One north Wales artist who had a particular bee in his bonnet about Sir Kyffin maintains that the echelons of the art world which Kyffin moved in was all about ‘cocaine and champagne’ and that there was a great deal of pursuit of young boys on the part of older gay artists.

Sir Kyffin died in Sept 2006. He never married and had no heirs.

 

Cheers Professor Bluglass, let’s raise a glass to remember Kyffin!

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Letters from Dr Robin Jacobson to Nigel Eastman about the dangerous nutter that is me didn’t only just flag up that Dafydd was a colleague of Dr Bob Hobson at the Maudsley (see post ‘The Mentor’), but for some reason Jacobson told Eastman that Dafydd is ‘in his late fifties or early sixties’. This is a rather unusual piece of information to note about a colleague – I suspect that Bob Hobson’s lot of Dafydd’s generation at the Maudsley were known to be shagging the patients or doing other things that they shouldn’t have been and the mentioning of Dafydd’s age was the hidden signal to Eastman…

 

It was on Asscher’s watch that my former boss Malcolm Pearce was struck off for research fraud in June 1995. The BMJ dated 17 June 1995 stated that Pearce was found guilty ‘last week’. ‘That week’ was just two weeks before all that fancy footwork at the Welsh Office which saw David Hunt return as Welsh Secretary for just a few days before Hague was appointed (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’). The fancy footwork spanned the days when a veil was drawn over the details of Dafydd’s retirement and the fact that the North Wales Hospital had not closed down, contrary to what the general public were told.

In the following month, July 1995, Bing Spear and Sir Peter Morrison were found dead within four days of each other – both people who if they squealed could have put a lot of other people in prison for years and caused embarrassment to a great many others – and Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).

During the summer of 1995, Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was conducting his farewell tour of Wales, dining with all those who had facilitated the abuse of children in Wales into which Ronnie would soon be holding an inquiry, but of course Ronnie or indeed no-one else knew that.

Pearce was struck off, but his colleague Geoffrey Chamberlain who had been involved in the same fraud and had co-authored the paper of lies was not even disciplined. He gave evidence against Malcolm and Malcolm took the rap for everything. The President of the GMC when Malcolm was struck off but Chamberlain was left free to practice was Robert Kilpatrick. Kilpatrick was Dean of Leicester Medical School, 1975-89, during which time another associate of Dafydd and the paedophiles, Dr James Earp, a forensic psychiatrist in Leicester who was involved with Leicester Medical School, concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al (see post ‘An Expert From England’). At that time social worker Frank Beck was sexually abusing kids in care in Leicestershire and there is considerable evidence that Beck’s mate Lord Greville Janner was as well.

Kilpatrick was given a peerage in 1996, the year in which Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

Chamberlain was concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Pearce might have been as well, but Chamberlain went back further and had bigger and better mates than Malcolm. Chamberlain came from south Wales. His dad was Secretary to the Lord Mayor of Cardiff and when Chamberlain retired from the NHS in 2000 he was given a lecturing job at Swansea University, domain of Rhodri Morgan, who had concealed the child molesting of George Thomas, which Chamberlain would have known about.

The molesting ways of George Thomas were known about and concealed by the Top Docs of Cardiff, one of whom was Sir William Asscher. Asscher qualified in London but went to Cardiff in the mid-1960s. He became the Professor of Medicine at Cardiff in 1976. Asscher knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales as well. Asscher was involved in medical charidee work, as was George Thomas.  In June 1990, whilst I was working at St George’s, Gwilym Jones, a Tory MP and Minister in the Welsh Office who was one concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles, held a promotion event at Parliament for the charidee which Asscher founded – Gwilym Jones was Vice-President of the charidee in question. The charidee event received the support of David Hunt the then Welsh Secretary and indeed ‘all Welsh members’ (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

Asscher was not appointed Dean at St George’s to clean up post-Brooke – he was appointed because he was a safe pair of hands who was going to keep the lid on Brooke’s mates who were all still at St George’s. Asscher stepped down as Dean/Principal in 1996 – the year that Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Asscher may well have utilised one of the networks that Greville Janner and Leo Abse, George Thomas’s friend and protector – who stood accused of child abuse himself – used, the Jewish network in south Wales and across the UK. I do not for one minute believe that Jewish people are any more likely to be child molesters than anyone else, but Dafydd and the paedophiles used all available professional networks to protect themselves – even feminist activist networks. It wasn’t just the Freemasons who were used – St Helena Kennedy is not a Freemason, she is a feminist lawyer.

Sir Adolf William Asscher – his full name but he didn’t publicise that for obvious reasons – was born in the Netherlands to a Jewish family. His family were taken to the Westerbork transit camp – the camp to which Ann Frank and her family were taken – and were under threat of being transported to a concentration camp. Asscher’s mother fabricated claims that the family were of English descent and even pointed to Adolf’s blond hair as back-up. In 1943 they were released and they left the Netherlands in 1947.

Leo Abse was from a Jewish medical/legal family and was networked within the Jewish community. Leo Abse’s brother Danny Abse was a Top Doctor well plugged into Top Docs networks in south Wales and London. Greville Janner was born in Cardiff and lived in south Wales until he was 11 yrs old. His father Barnett Janner was a Lithuanian who’s family moved to south Wales when Barnett was nine months old. Barnett went to what later became Cardiff University and established a solicitor’s practice in Cardiff. He lived in south Wales until 1929. In 1947 Barnett Janner became the MP for Leicester North West, the seat to which Greville Janner succeeded in 1970. Both Barnett and Greville Janner were active in the Jewish community, holding many high profile positions.

When Greville Janner was named as a child molester by Geoffrey Dickens MP in the 1980s, Janner accused him of anti-semitism. It is an easy charge to make and of course it could be true. The first time that I saw Janner named as a child abuser was on a fascist website. The accusation was accompanied by so much ludicrous facist propaganda and crazed theories about Jewish conspiracies and just about every prominent Jewish person in the country was named as a child molester on this site so I simply ignored it. It was only later that I realised that there had been a mountain of evidence against Janner and that Dickens was in no way anti-semitic…

 

After Asscher went off into the sunset in 1996, it looks as though St George’s continued with its tradition of appointing safe pairs of hands who steered the ship through the potentially choppy waters which were the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

Sir Robert David Hugh Boyd was Dean/Principal of St George’s, 1996-03. He was another paediatrician ! You’d have thought they’d have learnt wouldn’t you. Furthermore, from 1989-93 Boyd was Dean of the Medical School and Professor of Paediatrics at Manchester University. Which not long previously had hosted Tony Francis, Sadie Francis and Dafydd’s mate Bob Hobson.

Not only that, but the unhinged Dr Tony Roberts – the Top Doctor at Hergest who diagnosed borderline personality disorders in everyone and maintained that it was their choice as to whether they killed themselves or not and who presided over the highest suicide rate among his patients of anywhere in England or Wales except for Camden – graduated from Manchester in the mid-1980s and made his way to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for work.

It was with regard to my complaint about Tony Roberts in 2002 that a forged letter purporting to have been written by me was found in the possession of the GMC (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’). Roberts was involved in the attempt to frame me for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ in 2002, on the basis of the perjury of numerous Angels from the Hergest Unit and of course Davies himself. The case collapsed, but I discovered years later that days after the case collapsed, the PNC had been unlawfully amended – twice – to show crimes against my record of which I had not been convicted and furthermore a forged certificate of indictment was found in the possession of Chester Court, stating that I had pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’ at Caernarfon Crown Court. I haven’t ever been charged with ‘violent disorder’.

Robert Kehoe, the ‘expert witness’ who lied about both Brown and me in his farcical report some two years after the ‘threats to kill’ case collapsed (see post ‘An Expert In Resistant Service Users’), was the business partner of a man who had professional links to Manchester University and to Tony Roberts. It was this man who had recommended Robert Kehoe to my lawyers.

Robert Boyd was Chair of the Manchester Heath Authority, 1993-96. The mental health services in Manchester were in a very ropey state by then and eventually imploded (see post ‘The Mentor’). So obviously Robert Boyd was the choice to lead St George’s when Adolf waved them a fond farewell. Boyd was Pro-Vice-Chancellor of the University of London from 2000-03.

Boyd was subsequently appointed Head of Research for Greater Manchester NHS.

My post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’ described how I was allocated a ‘community worker’ by Gwynedd Health Authority in 1997, after there was an attempt to frame me on the back of the perjury of Angel Bridget Lloyd and my key worker had been ordered not to communicate with me after he raised concerns about my treatment at the hands of the mental health services. The community worker was an Angel, Dave Reader, who was introduced to me as being an Angel who had just arrived in north Wales to do his PhD. I discovered a few days ago that Dave Reader was no such thing, he was an Angel with many years experience and had joined the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales in 1992. Before that he had been a paedophiles’ friend working at St George’s – under Sir Adolph Asscher’s regime.

Reader studied for a BSc with Manchester University, 1994-97 – although he had by then been qualified for ten years and already had a degree. Reader also took a Diploma in Psychosocial Interventions in Psychosis at Manchester in the 1990s. Reader’s friend and colleague Dr Mike Jackson from north Wales not only developed and popularised psychosocial interventions in psychosis but admitted to me that they don’t work.

Dave Reader has called in on many institutions run by the paedophiles’ friends during his career.

 

Robert Boyd is the son of James Dixon Boyd, who was the Professor of Anatomy at Cambridge University, 1951-68. So he probably knew Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

So somebody in London University wanted Asscher in the most senior post at St George’s in 1988. The VC of London University at the time was Lord Brian Flowers, a paedophiles’ friend who came from and went to school in Swansea (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Flowers spent many years at Imperial College and was Rector, 1973-85, working among the wrongdoing. Flowers was VC of London University, 1985-90. Flowers was a member of the Council of the Royal Postgraduate Medical School and Vice-Chairman, 1990-97. So Flowers presided over the research fraud and misconduct that I witnessed at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS and at St George’s. Flowers was VC whilst St George’s concealed the paedophile ring on their doorstep in south London, as well as the criminality of Dafydd et al in north Wales.

Flowers will have hand-picked Adolf for the job at St George’s.

When Geoffrey Chamberlain retired from St George’s in 2000, after being involved in research fraud and concealing the paedophile gangs, he took up a lecturing job at Swansea University.

 

Here’s the VC of London University who presided over research fraud, the awarding of degrees and jobs in return for sexual favours and of course ran an institution which facilitated and concealed a paedophile gang and serious organised crime, with an admirer:

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Between 1994 and 2001, Flowers was Chancellor of the University of Manchester.

Flowers was a physicist who was a member of the Atomic Energy Authority, 1971-81. He was just the sort of person that you want involved with such matters wasn’t he. For details of Flowers’s numerous other roles, some on ethics committees, see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

Events at St George’s before Adolf arrived were every bit as interesting as the events were once he kissed the tarmac there.

 

Richard J. West, the Dean who preceded Asscher, obviously presided over interesting times as did the Dean before him, Robert Lowe, who was in post 1971-82. I cannot find anything online about these two which is very odd because Top Doctors love splashing their details everywhere and their friends do it for them after they die.

 

Something very momentous indeed went on at St George’s in the late 60s/early 70s. In 1980, St George’s relocated to a brand new building in Tooting. Before that it had been located at Hyde Park Corner since its inception in 1733. St George’s was originally built as a result of a trust donated by the Duke of Westminster. So there was a strong relationship – of a shamelessly toadying kind – between St George’s and High Society. Even in the late 1980s, staff at St George’s would wistfully remember their days in the ‘old hospital’ at Hyde Park Corner and how wonderful it was. Some of that lot really did not want to move to the mean streets of Tooting, even if it meant brand new labs. Bits of the Hyde Park Corner building had been taken across London and re-installed at Tooting so that people could remember the glorious past.

Ken Clarke explains in his autobiography ‘A Kind Of Blue’ that Thatcher’s Gov’t fell out with the Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, in a big way after St George’s relocated to Tooting in 1980 and the Hyde Park Corner site was vacated. According to Ken, Ken Clarke wanted to flog the old St George’s Hyde Park Corner and keep the dosh to reinvest in the NHS  – the Hyde Park Corner site in Knightsbridge was worth a bomb. Grosvenor was demanding the land back on the grounds that his ancestors had donated it so he was now reclaiming it. Ken tells us in his book that Thatch was indeed going to hand the land back to Grosvenor, but Ken was horrified at this free gift to one of the richest men in the country. Ken touchingly speculates in his book that perhaps Thatcher had a respect for the aristocracy and had trouble saying no to them. Er, no. Thatch was shamelessly nouveau riche, she insulted gentlemen, she did not hold with giving them billions of pounds on a plate. Thatch may just have had more difficulty than usual with the Duke, what with him being a friend of Prince Charles.

An added complications were that the Duke was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association. The MP for Chester was Sir Peter Morrison, who was abusing kids in care in north Wales and who’s sister Dame Mary was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to HM the Queen.

This is the man upon whom this house of cards was built:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

And this was/is his partner in crime:

Lucille Hughes

 

It is incredible isn’t it.

From what I can work out from Ken’s book, the battle between Thatch and the Duke of Westminster over a great deal of dosh was taking place whilst I was working at St George’s!

Ken’s book states that the Gov’t did not hand the dosh to the Duke, although Ken doesn’t explain how Thatch and he won that particular battle with the Royal Family. Probably because she didn’t. The Duke of Westminster took the option of buying the Hyde Park Corner building off the Gov’t for £6000k, the value of the building in the 19th century.

This is what Prince Charles’s friend got for six grand:

The Lanesborough Hotel
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The St George’s Hyde Park Corner building is now the 5* Lanesborough Hotel. In 2015 it was said to be the most expensive hotel in London and it has Michelin stars.

 

It’s incredible what deals can be struck if murders have gone uninvestigated, as well as paedophile gangs with members who are Tory MPs with sisters as courtiers.

Most of the victims of the paedophile ring of which Peter Morrison was a member were subsequently found dead, so presumably they never shared in the good fortune once St George’s had relocated to Tooting.

Sir Peter Morrison was knighted by HM Lilibet in Feb 1991, which was when I was sitting in Springfield Hospital (the mental health unit linked to St George’s), having been forced out of my job, facing possible imprisonment on the basis of the perjury of Tony and Sadie Francis, whilst the Top Docs of Springfield and St George’s personally negotiated with Dafydd, Francis and Lucille Hughes without my knowledge.

In 1991 the North Wales Police launched the first investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales. The Chief Constable of North Wales, David Owen, refused to co-operate with the investigation. In 1993 the North Wales Police closed the investigation and declared that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales.

The former colleagues of Dafydd – considering what a bunch of mediocre meatheads they were – all found pretty nice little numbers for themselves in the years after I was forced out of St George’s, as did their children. One of the daughters of an Angel who worked for Dafydd, a man whom his colleagues nicknamed Davey Crockett, was given a job as a senior social worker in the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales! The Children’s Commissioner was established as a result of Ronnie Waterhouse’s recommendations. Wales leads the way in children’s safety.

 

Here’s where the bodies of the disappeared are buried:

  • North Wales Hospital, Denbigh - County Asylums

‘We didn’t know.’

Oh yes you did.

 

I think that my life must have stopped when I was in my 20s when I was transported into a Lyndsay Anderson film in 1973.

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Some of the people who know something about the reasons why Thatch flogged a piece of Knightsbridge worth millions to Charles’s friend for a bit of loose change who have not yet been named on this blog are:

Huw Griffiths, the incompetent solicitor who used to work in Bangor in the 1990s. Huw is the twin brother of the equally incompetent Aled Griffiths and they are the siblings of Gwenan Carrington, the former Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Aled and Gwenan have been named here previously.

Ceridwen Morgan. Ceridwen’s mum was the legendary Mrs Morgan, who worked in the Zoology Dept in UCNW, whilst the sex traffickers ran the institution. Ceridwen will know something – she was a young adult when it was all happening.

Mrs Morgan had an affair with Professor Lacey in the Plant Biology Dept. Two members of staff in Plant Biology were married to members of the sex trafficking ring. Ralph Oxley was married to Isobel Hargreaves, a social worker for Gwynedd County Council. Chris Wood was married to Dr DGE Wood. Everyone who worked in Plant Biology knew something. Many of them are dead now but those still alive include Dr Dave Shaw, Dr Richard Shattock and a technician called Geraint. There was also a technician called Lynn who worked there for years.

Dr Kieran Lynch. Dr Lynch was a Top Doc working in the North Wales Hospital when Mary Wynch was illegally imprisoned there. Dr Lynch is Irish, he might well have a link to Gangster Gibbons. Gangster Gibbons arrived in Wales in Dafydd’s heyday…

Dr Eifiona Thomas Lane, who hiding in the bowels of Bangor University after spending years in the comfortable surroundings of Coleg Normal, along with so many other paedophiles’ friends.  I think that Eifiona might be married to a Top Doctor from Penrhyndeudraeth, in which case he’ll be able to point to the burial sites at Denbigh.

The appalling Dr Giles Harborne, a former colleague of Dafydd’s who also worked at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I have mentioned Giles before, but I see that he is now on the ‘professional panel’ of the charidee Hafal, along with that other faithful paedophiles’ friend Lord Alex Carlile. Hafal has gone into partnership with CAIS and now provides ‘service user involvement’ services across north Wales. The Welsh Gov’t gave Dafydd and Lucille one and a half million quid for that scam.

Muriel Evans, a secretary in the School of English at Bangor University – she might have retired by now. Muriel was there when the paedophile gang ruined the lecturer Dave Nunn, who later disappeared from north Wales after telling some Top Docs that he’d read some ludicrous documents that Dafydd had compiled about me and presented to Liverpool High Court.

Muriel is married to Edward Evans, who worked as a technician in the Zoology Dept for years but ended up in HR. When Edward used to see me around he used to cheerily say ‘you’ll write your autobiography one day won’t you, we know you will’. Well Ed, I’ve done it. My original plan was to only name Dafydd and those directly responsible for the horrors, but then I found out how many people had gained jobs and promotions as a result of doing deals to keep quiet about what had happened to me, received money to perjure themselves or do other disgusting things, plagiarised my work, knowingly spread rumours about me etc etc. But most of all I’ve named everyone because you all swore blind that you knew nothing whilst a bunch of gangsters tried to murder me because of what I witnessed 30 years ago…

 

To return to the big umbrella at St George’s. I wondered who ever pushed the idea that St George’s should relocate to Tooting. The construction of the Tooting building began in the early 1970s. By 1976 the medical school had transferred to the Tooting site, along with part of the hospital and the Hyde Park Corner site finally closed its doors as a hospital in 1980. I presume that the movers and shakers behind the planning to move St George’s to Tooting were those in positions of responsibility in the mid-late 60s.

When the idea was mooted, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor’s father will have been the Duke of Westminster. That was Robert Grosvenor, the 5th Duke of Westminster. In the 1970s, he was the richest man in Britain.

The 5th Duke went to Eton, followed a career in the British Army and between 1955-64 was the MP for Fermanagh and South Tyrone. He was responsible for the Adoption Act 1964, an Act that some unscrupulous people had a great deal of fun with…Just ask Dafydd and Lucille.

Robert Grosvenor was a member of the Lords, 1967-79, but he never spoke in the Lords. He was Lord Lieutenant of Fermanagh, 1977-79.

The Grosvenor family seat is in Cheshire, but Robert Grosvenor spent most of his life living at Ely Lodge, Enniskillen, which was where his son Gerald spent his early years.

Robert Grosvenor will have known whatever it was that was going on at Kincora Boys Home that the British Gov’t were so desperate to keep secret.

Somehow Grosvenor must have been persuaded to agree that St George’s would relocate to Tooting. The Gov’t at the time will have been Harold Wilson’s.

 

The VC of London University, 1967-69, was Sir Owen Saunders. Saunders was a mathematician and engineer who spent most of his career at Imperial College and seems to have been the reason why Imperial thrived and expanded enormously during the middle years of the 20th century.

Saunders was born in Streatham, went to Birkbeck and then to Trinity College, Cambridge. At Imperial College Saunders served as Professor and Head of the Mechanical Engineering Department, Dean of the City and Guilds College, Pro-Rector and, following the death of Sir Patrick Linstead in 1966, Acting Rector and then Rector of Imperial. At London University Saunders served in many capacities. He was Chairman of the Academic Council and was appointed Vice-Chancellor following his retirement from Imperial College in 1967. Yet Saunders only remained VC of London University until 1969. After that he was Chairman of the Board of Governors of the Royal Holloway College and he presided over the merging of that college with Bedford College to form the Royal Holloway and Bedford New College.

Saunders was the man responsible for the reorganisation of London University which led to increased devolution of responsibility to the constituent colleges of London University in the Seventies.

There are descriptions of the miracle that Saunders performed at Imperial, of how people began flocking to work there and of the expansionist building programme which effectively created a whole new college at the forefront of teaching and research. Saunders’s obituaries mention that ‘throughout’ it all, ‘there was close co-operation with industry and government laboratories’.

Saunders is described as having ‘moved quietly, almost mysteriously’. On one occasion he invited the staff ‘to a display of conjuring in one of the old lecture theatres. It was the cat rather than the rabbit let out of the bag when we discovered that the Professor was a member of the Magic Circle. Someone whispered, ‘So that is how he does it,’ and we knew what he meant’.

Greville Janner was a member of the Magic Circle.

I suspect that Saunders’s success was nothing to do with his abilities to perform conjuring tricks with animals, although his membership of the Magic Circle may have been very useful. Most people who achieve great things in the sort of institution that London University was and is do so by gaining knowledge of events that powerful people are desperate to keep quiet and then by doing the bidding of those people. As Robert Bluglass can testify.

A dungeon Blugass, with the victims of a paedophile ring illegally imprisoned there – a paedophile ring which numbered among its members a friend of the Prime Minister who was also the brother of Lilibet’s Woman-of-the-Bedchamber. Do you think that you’ll be able to get out of this one then Bluglass?

 

Owen Saunders was educated at Emanuel School, Wandsworth and at Birkbeck College, London University and Trinity College, Cambridge.

Saunders worked with many influential people and was in a position to gain knowledge of much sensitive material, particularly because he worked for the Civil Service as well as in academia. At Trinity College his tutor was Frank Dykes, the pioneer of the Engineering Department at Cambridge.  From Cambridge, Saunders moved to the Fuel Research Station at Greenwich where he met Dr Margaret Fishenden, who had worked with Ernest Rutherford. Saunders had a Civil Service contract that allowed him to move between establishments and colleges and libraries. As a result, Saunders was ‘spotted’ by Professor C.H. Lander (whom he later succeeded at City and Guilds College) and Fishenden followed him. Their research student, Hugh Ford, succeeded Saunders to the Chair and Headship of Mechanical Engineering in Imperial College almost 30 years later.

Early in WWII at Imperial College, ‘almost certainly under the influence of Sir Henry Tizard, then Rector of Imperial College’, Saunders was involved with work on the performance of aircraft piston engines at high altitude. He developed improvements for aircraft engines in aerial combat. Then Saunders was closely associated with Sir Frank Whittle at Power Jets and with Hayne Constant at the Royal Aircraft Establishment Farnborough. Saunders worked on the industrial applications of gas turbines with support from the Ministry of Fuel and Power and from the British Shipbuilders Research Association.

Saunders worked for numerous Gov’t committees – so many that his colleagues couldn’t work out how he actually did all the work that it was claimed he undertook for them. Saunders served on the Aeronautical Research Council for six years, as Chairman of the Propulsion Standing Committee for nine years and he was the first Chairman of the Rockets Committee. For the Admiralty he served in the Marine Propulsion Committee and was Chairman of the Panel for Special Propulsions Systems for Submarines. He was a consultant to the Engineer in Chief and a member of the Committee on Naval Engineering Establishments. He worked with the Department of Scientific and Industrial Research on the steering committee of the National Engineering Laboratory from its formation. He served on the Fielden Committee on Engineering Design.

So Saunders was involved with the Admiralty and associated organisations and people. The Admiralty which contained those very senior officers that featured in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ such as Lord Louis Mountbatten and Sir Alec Bingley, who were the subject of allegations of child abuse themselves and/or were friends and colleagues of those who were and/or those who concealed child abuse and the associated very serious wrongdoing. The Admiralty was the site of the John Vassall Spy Scandal in the early 1960s (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).

 

The problem with naughtiness in high places involving crime, spies and Royal personages is what unscrupulous people do if they find out about it. For example, a mad old psychiatrist in north Wales or a less mad but ruthless English engineer who fancies creating a vast world-leading empire out of Imperial College.

 

Owen Saunders was a member of the Ronan Point inquiry in 1968, sitting for many days with Lord Griffiths and Sir Alfred Pugsley. It was claimed that Saunders was so concerned at the possible hazards of a domestic gas explosion in a high-rise building that he pressed for action even before the official report was produced…

Saunders continued to exert influence long after he had stepped down from positions of responsibility, via his former students. His last research student had been Professor Peter Richardson who was then at Brown University. Richardson had just been elected into the Fellowship of the Royal Society and Imperial College had taken the decision to merge with St Mary’s Hospital Medical School, a decision Saunders ‘warmly welcomed’.

St Mary’s Hospital is the hospital containing Lindo Wing, the favoured location for Royal Births…

 

Owen Saunders probably wasn’t the sort of man who was particularly interested in democratising medical schools, expanding medical education or relocating a bunch of vile elitist Top Doctors from their paradise at Hyde Park Corner to Tooting, but Harold Wilson was interested in those things. Information about Harold suggests that he didn’t implement such policies because he had principles, but because he knew that they would be vote winners after the scandals involving the Toffs, such as Profumo, Vassall and the Spies in the Admiralty etc.

 

Harold of the Proles got on very well with HM the Queen, so well that when Harold was linked to matters such as Lord Kagan’s corruption, the Lavender List and Marcia Falkender et al, the Queen’s judgement of character was questioned – ‘she was friends with Wilson and he was a bloody crook!’. Then it was revealed that Lilibet’s art historian Anthony Blunt was a double agent for the Ruskies… No-one knew about Charles’s deep and meaningful friendship with Savile in those days or HM the Queen Mother’s loyal servant Backstairs Billy – satirised in Viz as Backdoor Bobby – being infected with HIV or indeed what Dame Mary Morrison’s brother was doing to boys in the children’s homes in north Wales…

 

Mike Mansfield is a Republican!

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones is a staunch Welsh patriot who only has the interests of his Welsh speaking patients at heart!

Tony Blair is a pretty straight kind of guy!

Tariq Ali is a revolutionary Marxist!

 

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The Dean of St George’s whilst the move from Hyde Park Corner to Tooting was planned was Alastair Hunter, who was Dean between 1956-71. Hunter was Vice-President of the University of London, 1974-75.

Alastair Hunter came from a medical family. His father was a GP in Sussex and he was educated at Winchester and Trinity College, Cambridge, before going on to St George’s Hospital, from where he qualified in 1933.

Hunter rose through the ranks at St George’s, worked at the London Hospital and then went to the Far East as a medical specialist in the RAMC. He returned to St George’s in 1947 to set up the cardiac department. He continued to practice medicine and cardiology during the whole of his long career at St George’s, but ‘also became increasingly involved in the vast transition which that hospital and its associated medical school were about to experience and was, in fact, one of the formative figures responsible for those changes’. He and others ‘had the vision in the early 1950s’, to see that the teaching hospital would be better placed in the centre of an ordinary population rather than at Hyde Park Corner and they set in train the events which led to the development of school and hospital at Tooting.

Hunter’s obituarist stated that as Dean of St George’s ‘He knew all the students, their strengths and weaknesses and knew too how to recognize and bring out their latent attributes. His judgement of people was phenomenally precise, and appointments committees usually had the good sense to follow his lead…On the larger scale, he steered the school through some of the biggest changes in its history and set it on the course towards the large independent medical school which it has now become’.

Hunter became an important influence beyond St George’s, especially in the University of London. He was a member of the Senate and the Academic Council, and he became Chairman of the Conference of Metropolitan Deans. At the College, Hunter served as Assistant Registrar (1950-57), Censor (1971-73) and Vice-President and Senior Censor (1974-75).

Hunter was interested in modern painting and owned a notable collection. He was involved with the Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge, which ‘benefited from his guidance and his generosity’.

Alastair Hunter continued an active working life after retirement, helped to plan the Cambridge clinical school and advised the Association of Commonwealth Universities.

Alastair was unmarried.

 

Sir Owen Saunders was succeeded as VC of London University by Professor Sir Brian Windeyer, who was VC between 1969-72. Windeyer was Professor of Therapeutic Radiology at the Middlesex Hospital Medical School, 1942-69 and Dean of the School, 1954-67.

Gwynne the lobotomist was an alumnus of the Middlesex Hospital Medical School – he was a student there whilst Windeyer worked there – and was protected by that institution throughout his career of crime. So one of Gwynne’s umbrella’s was appointed as the VC of London University the year after John Allen established the Bryn Alyn Community, which was the centre of the sex trafficking gang facilitated by Dafydd and Gwynne.

Windeyer was born in Australia, the youngest of seven children of Mabel Fuller Robinson (1864–1956), an orphan emigrant from London to Australia at the age of 18. In 1891 she married Richard Windeyer, a barrister, the son of Sir William Charles Windeyer, a well known Australian judge. Richard Windeyer acted as a Supreme Court judge, Nov 1936-37 and was counsel in the Australian Newspaper Proprietors’ Association’s successful case against Arthur Calwell’s censorship laws during WWII. Richard Windeyer stood as an independent Australian People’s Party candidate in the 1929 federal election. He lectured at the University of Sydney, 1935-44.

Brian Windeyer studied medicine at the University of Sydney, qualifying in 1927. After time at Royal Prince Alfred Hospital Sydney, he worked at the Fondation Curie in Paris, 1929–30. He obtained a Diploma in Medical Radiology and Electrology 1933 at Cambridge University and also obtained FRCS at the University of Edinburgh. In 1931 he became radium officer at the Middlesex Hospital and officer in charge of the Meyerstein Institute of Radiotherapy, formed in 1936. In World War II Windmeyer was Director in the emergency medical service of Mount Vernon Hospital in Northwood, Middlesex. In 1942 he became the first Professor of Therapeutic Radiology at the Middlesex.

So Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends were bombproof in Australia as well. Could that have been why the terrible abuse experienced by the kids from the UK who were sent as child migrants to Australia throughout the 50s, 60s and into the 70s received no publicity for so long? The Councils and Boroughs which sent those kids to Australia were also sending kids to children’s homes in north Wales.

 

The VC of London University who preceded Sir Owen Saunders needs a mention – it was Sir Thomas Percival Creed. Sir Thomas was a lawyer and Principal of Queen Mary College, University of London, 1952-67 and VC of London University, 1964-67.

Creed was born in Leicester, the son of a clergyman and went to Wyggeston Grammar School for Boys in Leicester. He served in the Artists Rifles in France in WWI and then studied at Pembroke College, Oxford. After Oxford Creed joined the Sudan political service, where he read for the bar. In 1926 he became a District judge and in 1928 was called to the Bar at Lincoln’s Inn. In 1931 he was seconded to Iraq, became a judge in Baghdad and held other positions in Kirkuk and Mosul. In 1935 he returned to Sudan as a High Court judge, was Chief Justice of Sudan, 1935–41 and Legal Secretary, 1941-48.

Creed became Secretary of King’s College, London in 1948 and Principal of Queen Mary College in 1952. From 1964-67 he was Vice-Chancellor of London University. His time there was a period of expansion but he managed to ensure the continued federal structure of the university.

Creed married Margaret Brewis of St Helen’s, Merseyside. Creed died in 1969. So until then, Gwynne and Dafydd et al had a powerful friend who had strong connections to Leicester. In 1987, Dr James Earp from Leicester concealed Dafydd and Tony Francis’s criminality.  Anyone remember that business of no-one being able to explain why Greville Janner escaped prosecution in the face of some much evidence and why the police, NHS and Leicester City Council had been criminally negligent in the face of Frank Beck’s offending?

 

The Health Minister/Secretary of State for Social Services, 1964-68, under Harold Wilson was Kenneth Robinson. So Robinson was in post whilst Alastair Hunter of the Big Democratic Vision was Dean of St George’s and whilst Sir Thomas Percival Creed of Sudan and Leicester was VC of London University. Robinson also caught the first year of Sir Owen Saunders tenure as VC.

Readers might remember previous posts on this blog which discussed Sir Kenneth Robinson. Robinson served as the first President of the National Association of Mental Health (MIND) in the 1960s. Dafydd was a leading light in MIND in the 1960s. It is worth me reminding everyone of the highlights of Sir Kenneth.

Sir Kenneth was the son of a Top Doctor and a nurse. He was born in Warrington and was educated at Malsis School in North Yorkshire, before attending Oundle School until his father died when Kenneth was 15 yrs old.  His mother withdrew him from the school on cost grounds. Kenneth joined the Royal Navy during WWII as an ordinary seaman, was commissioned in 1942 and promoted to lieutenant-commander in 1944. So Kenneth was one of the Naval officers who would have known about the naughtiness in the higher echelons of the Navy and the Admiralty (see post ‘Defence Of The Realm’ and ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Lady Juliet Bingley became involved with MIND and took a leading role for many years. Lady Juliet was married to Admiral Sir Alec Bingley. Between them, Lady Juliet and her son William concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al for decades whilst they worked for MIND and then when William was Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Not For Themselves Of Course’).

Kenneth Robinson was a St Pancras Borough Councillor, 1945-49. He was elected as the Labour MP for St Pancras North in 1949. Robinson’s wiki entry tells us: ‘he was probably one of the UK’s most respected Health Ministers. He was always willing to listen, and indeed took informal advice from his local GPs during difficult negotiations over the GP Charter in 1965. John Horder stated of Robinson’s role as Minister of Health: “Kenneth brought to this crisis a mind that was well prepared and the calmness, consideration and personality which we all have known.” Robinson noticed problems with Britain’s approach to General Practice Medicine and quickly sought to reach agreement with practitioners and change the organization, funding, and nature of practice in the system. Robinson published the first consultative document on reorganisation and the need for administrative reform of the National Health System. One compromise he instituted was to reduce the number of hospital beds, under an argument of current under-utilization, and in agreement with the medical profession. In return, the government lifted the limits on fees that medical consultants could charge to patients.’

Little wonder that the Top Docs loved Robinson – he reduced the number of hospital beds AND allowed the Top Docs to charge what they wanted…

Kenneth’s willingness to roll over and have his tummy tickled by the Top Docs had far-reaching consequences. His reduction of beds in return for even more dosh in the Top Docs’ pockets formed the basis for the 1966 General Practitioner’s Charter, which Robinson negotiated with Dr. James Cameron, the General Medical Services Committee  Chairman. Robinson also placed emphasis on nursing, appointing Sir Brian Salman to a ‘special committee of management experts and nurses, which looked into ways to advise and prepare senior staff at hospitals for their posts’. Nurses were treated appallingly and paid very badly for well over twenty years following Sir Kenneth’s ’emphasis’ on them, so he obviously ensured that they continued to keep their traps shut and do what they were told.

Robinson was the man who became embroiled in a massive legal spat with the Church of Scientology. The Scientologists were, strangely enough, convinced that psychiatrists were facilitating crime, experimenting on patients and involved in the sexual abuse of minors. The Scientologists infiltrated MIND in 1969 and MIND conducted a mass expulsion of members who were also Scientologists.

I’m not sure of the exact chronology but the Church of Scientology and Robinson both seemed to have sued each other for libel, although there seems to have only been one trial.

Ronnie Waterhouse was involved in the battle between the Church of Scientology and Robinson/MIND. Ronnie defended Geoffrey Johnson-Smith, the Tory MP for East Grinstead – who was a friend of Sir Robin Day – against Church of Scientology. The Church tried to sue Johnson-Smith and Robinson over claims that Johnson-Smith had made on the BBC that families were being alienated by the Church. Although the Church produced witnesses who spoke highly of it, the jury decided that Johnson-Smith’s comments were substantially true and made in good faith.

Ronnie recommended that Sir Elwyn Jones lead for the defence. Sir Elwyn Jones – who later became Lord Elwyn-Jones – ranked high in the pecking order among the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. He grew up in west Wales, passed through University College Aberystwyth and Cambridge and became a barrister on the Chester and Wales Circuit and a Recorder of Merthyr Tydfil. He served as the Labour MP for Plaistow, West Ham South and Newham. Elwyn Jones was Attorney General under Harold Wilson, 1964-70 and then Lord Chancellor, 1974-79, under Wilson and then Callaghan. It was on his watch as Lord Chancellor that Ronnie was appointed a High Court judge. Elwyn Jones was Shadow Lord Chancellor, 1983-89, under the Windbag.

Elwyn Jones was Lord Chancellor when Mary Wynch was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones et al, as well as during the preceding years when she had come under attack from a ring of crooked solicitors who fleeced her of her inheritance.

Sir Peter Rawlinson was Attorney General at the time of the Geoffrey Johnson-Smith case – Rawlinson was AG throughout the years of Heath’s Gov’t. He had been Solicitor-General under Macmillan at the time of the John Vassall spy scandal (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’), so Rawlinson knew that there was naughtiness in high places accompanied by much hypocrisy.

Geoffrey Johnson-Smith’s appearance on the BBC which sparked the legal case with the Scientologists was the result of a question he’d put to Kenneth Robinson in the House in 1968. Robinson really did not like the Scientologists. It is a great pity that the Church of Scientology is built on such shaky foundations itself, because much of what they have said about psychiatry for years I have found to be true.

The first person whom I met who really hated the Scientologists was Dr DGE Wood, who was helping run Dafydd’s sex trafficking business. Did Wood just think that L. Ron Hubbard’s writings were a bit outlandish? No. Wood told me that the Scientologists needed a shotgun against their heads. Which was an interesting desire, in the light of the claim by one boy at Bryn Alyn that he was sexually assaulted at gunpoint.

Ronnie Waterhouse’s book mentioned that in the Geoffrey Johnson-Smith case, the Scientologists were represented by a junior barrister, Ronald Schulman, who later ‘disappeared in mysterious circumstances’. Ronnie’s story was that Schulman ‘behaved oddly’ in relation to the will of a man who died in a private plan crash en route to France. Ronnie maintained that Schulman was last seen by Ronnie’s barrister friend James Crespi, ‘breakfasting at the Great Eastern Hotel’. Ronnie tells us that it was speculated that Schulman ended up in Brazil. After tangling with Ronnie and the gang it was rather more likely that Schulman ended up in the concrete in a flyover.

James Crespi QC was a friend of George Carman’s and they used to go out boozing and clubbing together. Crespi married a ‘young nightclub hostess’ who left him after three weeks of marriage.

The case appeared before Justice Ackner, and was entitled Robinson v Church of Scientology of California and Others. This resulted in a settlement between the parties on June 1973, where the Church of Scientology acknowledged that there was no truth to the allegations that they had published and offered its apologies to Robinson along with a ‘substantial sum to mark the gravity of the libels’.

I am not a Scientologist and I do not subscribe to L. Ron Hubbard’s theories, but I take the view that Robinson winning that libel case is no reflection upon the truth or otherwise of the allegations made about Robinson, MIND and the psychiatric establishment by the Scientologists. Dafydd was a leading light in MIND at that time and he and his colleagues were running a sex trafficking racket which involved very serious crime; he was being protected by Robinson and the legal establishment. That lot would have been capable of doing and saying anything to force the Scientologists to retract their allegations and cough up damages. At one point Tony Francis instructed his solicitors to sue me for damages on the grounds that I was ‘harassing’ him – my ‘harassment’ consisted solely of letters of complaint about the criminal activities of him and his colleagues. Francis subsequently dropped all talk of suing me once he realised that I’d found a lawyer to fight back on my behalf.

 

Robinson was a member of the Homosexual Law Reform Society’s executive committee. He supported the legalisation of abortion and was Minister of Health in 1967 when the Abortion Act 1967 came into force. Robinson was supportive of voluntary hospitals and health services and voiced his encouragement to these institutions in a speech to the National Association of Leagues of Hospital Friends. These organisations colluded with the Top Docs and the abuse of vulnerable people, almost certainly because they occupied a very submissive position in relation to the NHS.

Robinson later joined Dr Death in the SDP. Which says it all – Dr Death had personal connections to some of the Top Docs of north Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’).

 

Whilst Kenneth Robinson was Health Minister, the criminal activities of Dafydd and Gwynne were well-known to Gov’t and were being concealed. At that time Bryn Estyn was directly managed by the Home Office as an Approved School and it was known that boys were being abused there. There was also abuse of boys at Axwell Park Approved School at Gateshead, the institution which employed Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, who later transferred to Bryn Estyn and were at the hub of the paedophile gang in north Wales. The Home Secretaries whilst Robinson was Health Minister were Roy Jenkins and then Jim Callaghan. Woy spent years concealing the abuse of vulnerable people and after his adventures with Dr Death spent a sufficiently long time in politics to end up as an adviser to Blair. Jim Callaghan also concealed abuse, including in Wales. Callaghan knew that George Thomas was molesting children – Callaghan hated George Thomas but wasn’t going to take him on. The Labour Party couldn’t have afforded such a scandal in its stronghold in south Wales and furthermore George Thomas was mates with Harold Wilson – Wilson kicked off election campaigns with visits to south Wales, accompanied by Thomas. George Thomas was also a good friend to the Royal Family.

Callaghan’s wife Audrey concealed child abuse, both in London and in south Wales. The Callaghans socialised with Leo Abse, who intimidated people and threatened to stitch them up in court in order to conceal his mate George Thomas’s crimes (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Abse has been investigated for historical sex offences himself. It was whilst Kenneth Robinson was Health Minister that Abse began his efforts which resulted in the rewriting of the legislation regarding children in care which Dafydd and the paedophiles found so helpful, using the paedophiles’ friends to provide ‘expertise’. It was Jim Callaghan who in his capacity as Home Secretary invited Abse to sit on the Houghton Committee, which led to the Children Act 1975. Abse had been working since the late 1960s to establish such a Committee, he pulled the strings and the Committee was comprised of paedophiles’ friends. See post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ for details of Abse’s Grand Plan, which came to fruition with the help of Dr Death.

 

Kenneth Robinson et al were influential figures when the Windbag began his career in politics – the Windbag who knew Tony Francis when they were at university in Cardiff, the Windbag who was married to Glenys the schoolteacher from Holyhead who’s family were mates with Lord Cledwyn, who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles himself. Once the Windbag had established himself politically, it was time for Ron Davies of the Moments of Madness and Looking for Badgers to emerge as a force in south Wales Labour politics…. And so it snowballs into the present.

 

Robinson served as Chairman of English National Opera, 1972-77, of the GLC’s London Transport Executive , 1975 -78, and of the Arts Council of Great Britain, 1977-82.

It was Nye Bevan’s widow Jennie Lee who was Harold Wilson’s Minister for the Arts whilst Kenneth Robinson was Health Minister. Lee was responsible for renewing the charter of the Arts Council in 1967 which saw an expansion in its work just in time for Sir Kenneth to benefit from that. Jennie Lee and Nye Bevan knew about the abuse of children and other people which was facilitated by the NHS, the creation of which was what Nye built his reputation on (see post ‘The Human Stain’). It was deeply flawed from the very beginning but no-one dared say a word.

Jennie Lee and Harold’s crooked lawyer friend Lord Goodman – who helped to get Jeremy Thorpe out of the slurry pit in 1979 – were responsible for establishing the OU, one of Wilson’s flagship achievements.

 

So Harold Wilson busied himself expanding and indeed creating universities, investing in the arts and pushed through schemes such as the relocation of St George’s to Tooting in the name of democracy. It looked very good, but an analysis of the activities of the people who were the movers and shakers behind all this and the trade-offs involved leaves one in no doubt that the poorest and most vulnerable citizens in the UK paid a high price for aspiring wealthier people to lead the life of Riley. Those at the bottom of the heap were locked in a dungeon in north Wales because they were capable of telling people that they had been used for sex by some of the most revered members of society.

Kenneth Robinson died in London in February 1996. By which time Ronnie Waterhouse knew damn well that he was going to be Chairing a rigged Judicial Inquiry in order to conceal the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, but he, Hague and many others pretended that they knew nuzzing.

 

The nature of those governing London University got no better when Professor Sir Brian Windermeyer stepped down as VC. The VC who succeeded him was Sir Cyril Phillips, 1972-76. Sir Cyril was educated at Rock Ferry High School and then attended the University of Liverpool. Sir Cyril then attended the  School of Oriental Studies in London. Sir Cyril served in the Army Education Corps during WWII, ending the war as a lieutenant colonel. He joined SOAS, becoming Professor and Head of the History Depart. In 1956 he became Director of SOAS. It was said that Sir Cyril ‘virtually remade the school’ in the following years.

It was Sir Cyril’s job as VC of London University, 1972-76, to implement the reforms that had been planned years before. He took advantage of his appointment not to follow the original plans.Not that whoever appointed him would have expected him to implement those plans – Sir Cyril’s track record was of a conservative man who had no sympathy for the student activism of the late 1960s and who became embroiled in feuds with other people. By the time Cyril Phillips became VC, Ted Heath was PM.

Philips’ inherited ‘a reforming brief and a financial crisis’. Phillips’s obituary stated that ‘Extraordinary battles ensued as he sought to replace the worst aspects of a re-centralising plan with more rational governance.’ This did not make Phillips a popular man and his tenure as VC was shortened. He stepped down in 1976. Not that his talents had gone unnoticed. He was invited by the Callaghan Gov’t to Chair the Royal Commission on Criminal Procedure (1978-81) into the police and criminal evidence system, the police complaints board and review of the Prevention of Terrorism Act – which led to the police and criminal evidence system under Thatch. Which was when Dafydd and the paedophiles had a party…

 

Philips’ report was described by Patrick Mayhew – the corrupt barrister who did favours for the GMC with regard to ensuring that the paedophile Top Doc Dr Morris Fraser continued practising and who in his capacity as Attorney General authorised two attempts to imprison me for contempt of court although it was known that the paedophiles’ friends had perjured themselves – in Hansard, June 30 2003 as ‘one of the finest expositions of the balance … between administrative and security convenience … and … the liberty of the citizen’.

Sir Cyril then Chaired the Police Complaints Board and Reviewed the Prevention of Terrorism Act.

Orgreave, 1984:

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Stonehenge, 1985:

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Hillsborough, 1989:

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Dafydd, still in business today:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Here’s a man who spends his days in the Lords:
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And here’s a man with a Radical Conscience:

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After Sir Cyril Phillips had stood down to prepare the ground for Thatcher’s abuse of the police force and criminal justice system, Sir Frank Hartley took over as VC of London University, 1976-78.

Hartley was born in Lancashire and attended Nelson Municipal Secondary School and went on to study for the diploma of pharmaceutical chemistry at the School of Pharmacy, London – now part of UCL. He then worked there as demonstrator and studied for a degree in chemistry at Birkbeck College.

Hartley completed his PhD whilst teaching at the School of Pharmacy. He then became Chief Chemist of the British laboratories of Organon, which were mostly concerned with steroids. From 1943 Hartley was involved with maximizing penicillin production and also research into other antibiotics. In 1946 he became Director of Research and Scientific Services at British Drug Houses (later merged with Merck KGaA) and was involved with work on contraceptive steroids. In 1974 Hartley became Vice-Chairman of the Medicines Commission.  In 1962 he became Dean of the School of Pharmacy, which had then become a school of the University of London. In 1965 Hartley became President of the Royal Institute of Chemistry. He took an active role in university affairs becoming Deputy Vice-Chancellor in 1973 and Vice-Chancellor in 1976. He was the first pharmacist to be an honorary member of the Royal Society of Physicians in 1979 and Royal College of Surgeons in 1980.

Hartley’s son Peter became a canon of the Church of England and his son Frank Robinson Hartley was Vice-Chancellor of Cranfield University from 1989-06.

When I was researching Frank Hartley a few days ago, there was information on the internet linking him directly to the Thalidomide Scandal, but like a great deal of info relating to people whom I mention on the blog that I am about to start researching into, it has disappeared. However Dr David Healy’s blog has featured two recent posts concerning thalidomide. I am still waiting for David to grass up the people traffickers in the north Wales mental health services with whom he has worked for so long, but his exposes of Big Pharma are always worth reading.

It was the ‘Sunday Times’ journo Marjorie Wallace who was behind the campaign on behalf of those who had suffered as a result of thalidomide – it made Marjorie’s name as a fighter for justice. Sadly Marjorie participated in the ultimate deceit in the late 1980s when the net looked as though it was closing in on Dafydd and the paedophiles. Marjorie posed as a mental health campaigner but aligned herself with the Top Docs whom she knew were concealing sex trafficking rings. Marjorie’s shameful record is detailed in my post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’.

Sir Frank Hartley sat on numerous committees and Boards, including the Board of the Royal Free Hospital. Duncan Orme, who as an SU sabbatical officer at UCNW colluded with the wrongdoing of Gwynne and the sex traffickers and who has now reached the higher echelons of NHS senior management, landed his first NHS job at the Royal Free (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Just when everyone was really desperate to keep the lid on the Westminster Paedophile Ring. I was interviewed by the Royal Free at pretty much the same time – during the interview a comment was made to me which contained info regarding me that could only have come from the sex traffickers of north Wales…

Hartley was also on the Boards of Tommy’s Medical School and Kingston Poly. Adrian Bell, one of the staff at UCNW (Bangor University), who colluded with DGE Wood and the sex traffickers did his degree at Kingston Poly. One of Sir William Asscher’s tasks as Dean/Principal of St George’s Hospital Medical School was to oversee the merger of St George’s with Kingston Poly. I have never been able to get to the bottom of why this happened. As with the move to Tooting, the Top Docs of St George’s really did not want to merge with a Poly – I mean St George’s had a hotline to the Royal Family…

One thing that I remember Adrian Bell talking to students about at Bangor was his previous career as a forensic scientist. His story was that he had given it up because of the constant serious abuses of the law with which the forensic science service assisted. So that’s why he rocked up in an institution run by sex traffickers and joined in with them… Adrian was keeping up standards! Or did some of Adrian’s former colleagues from the Home Office/forensic science service catch up with him when I found out about Dafydd et al and began writing letters to Ministers? Adrian Bell was a colleague of Prof Grieg-Smith, who knew Prof Edred Corner, the uncle of Douglas Hurd – who was the Home Secretary turning a blind eye to Dafydd and the paedophiles trying to fit me up in court (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

Wheels within wheels – or the same incestuously corrupt shithouse?

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After Sir Frank Hartley died, his son Frank, the former VC of Cranfield University, said that his father had regretted his work on oral contraceptives because he had not been at all happy with the changes in sexual behaviour that he believed that the ‘pill’ had brought about. Sir Frank was someone who oversaw large scale research fraud at London University and protected people who facilitated a paedophile gang who murdered victims and witnesses. I’m sure that it won’t have been Sir Frank’s work on oral contraceptives that caused St Peter to lock the gates when he saw Sir Frank approaching. Particularly as the oral contraceptive that Sir Frank was involved in developing was never marketed because of its ‘side effects’. This was said to have enhanced Sir Frank’s standing on committees concerned with the safety of medicines. One wonders how thalidomide or indeed the many other harmful drugs that ended up on the market slipped past Sir Frank. Along with the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

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What Time’s Chaos?

Over the last couple of days there has been a great deal of media coverage regarding the chaos and misery that has been caused by the type of gaming machines that are now found on almost every high street since the Gambling Act 2005 liberalised the legislation. Carolyn Harris, a Labour AM  and Tom Watson, Deputy Leader of the Labour Party, have been two of the loudest voices discussing the misery and bankruptcies that have resulted as gambling addicts found that the sky was the limit. What everyone has tactfully avoided mentioning was that the person who was most enthusiastic about widening the jaws of the gambling industry and who loftily dismissed all warnings that the Gambling Act 2005 would cause substantial problems was St Tessa the Inspirational Sex Trafficker who was the subject of so many sentimental tributes from so many people just days ago (see post ‘Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute’).

Having followed Tessa’s bright ideas with regard to gambling, the Gov’t has of course now taken on board her advice re the future direction of research into brain tumours and £65 million has been allocated to fund Tessa’s ill-informed and batty notions.

 

After the sad death of the Inspirational Sex Trafficker, a reader sent me a link to someone whom Tessa knew from their days together at Camden Borough Council, asking me if I was aware of this person. Yes I was and she has featured on this blog, but readers may well have missed it because the blog has become so extensive that the navigation system is now utterly inadequate. I must apologise for this, I had hoped to have taken a fortnight off by now to design a better system but I keep uncovering info that I really want to get up on the blog before those responsible disappear in a puff of smoke as they sometimes do. Having found the ‘memorandum’ written by Dafydd in 2008 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) there is yet more that I will be prioritising before I take a break. The NHS and Community Care Act 1990 could have been tailor made for Dafydd to expand his empire, it is quite extraordinary because everyone concerned with drafting that legislation and getting it through Parliament knew the enormity of Dafydd’s wrongdoing – there’ll be more about this going up on the blog soon.

Get a few more curries and pints down you Ken Clarke, before even more details of that very sordid deal that you struck with the BMA whom you loathed appear on this blog. I’m beginning to think that if anyone should be prosecuted for crimes against humanity it should be Ken Clarke…

So please readers bear with the hopeless navigation system a while longer – there is now a mass of info on the blog with the names of many criminals and accessories great and small, you will find info if you persevere – I’ll improve on it as soon as I have time.

 

Regarding Tessa’s mate at Camden Social Services who my correspondent wanted to see featured, I’ll briefly remind everyone of her now, as she has been lost in the depths of previous posts. I am talking Baroness Helene Hayman, who I am told is pretty hideous. On the basis of the Baroness’s biography I would not expect anything different.

 

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Lord Speaker
In office
4 July 2006 – 31 August 2011
Preceded by Lord Falcolner
(as Lord Chancellor)
Succeeded by Baroness de Souza
Member of the House of Lords
Assumed office
2 January 1996
Life Peerage
Nominated by John Major
Member of Parliament
for Welwyn and Hatfield
In office
10 October 1974 – 3 May 1979
Personal details
Born 26 March 1949
Political party Crossbench
Other political
affiliations
Labour (until 2006)
Spouse Martin Heathcote Hayman (m. 1974; 4 sons)

The daughter of Maurice (a dentist) and Maude Middleweek, Hayman read law at Newnham College, Cambridge. She was President of the Cambridge Union Society in 1969. She worked for Shelter, 1969–71 and for the Camden Social Services, 1971–74, when she was named Deputy Director of the National Council for One-Parent Families.

So far, the biography of a middle ranking paedophiles’ friend. But look what Helene did next:

Helene was a member of the Bloomsbury Health Authority (later Bloomsbury and Islington Health Authority) from 1985–92, and its Vice-Chair from 1988 onwards.

OK Helene, you knew about that paedophile ring that operated in the children’s homes in Islington, the crimes of which spilt over into the NHS in the area. Dafydd had contacts down there in 1987 – he and his henchmen TOLD me. I was living in Harringay at that time and in Jan 1987 I was taken from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, escorted by Angels, driven to a railway station and literally put on a train to London, after being told to ‘shut your mouth about DA and don’t ever come back to north Wales again’. Clwyd Health Authority even purchased my train ticket for me. Before I was taken out of the hospital under guard, Dafydd told me that he had telephoned the ‘services’ in Haringey to tell them that I was being sent back to their patch and that he had given them my address. This was not an official referral for any sort of care – I was told quite bluntly that it was to ensure that Dafydd’s contacts in the Islington/Haringey area could ‘keep an eye’ on me.

By the way, the documents compiled by Dafydd et al about that period of time are inaccurate. Staff at the North Wales Hospital forged discharge documents which were post-dated and signed by a junior doctor whom I had never met, who claimed to have assessed me at discharge and found that I was suffering from schizophrenia no less. On the date that this man allegedly assessed me and discharged me from Denbigh, I was sitting in a lecture theatre in Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School.

 

Helene served on the ethics committee of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, 1982–97.

Ah, so Helene was on that committee during 1989-91, when I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School with Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain and his team – who, along with many other people in the institution, were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, as well as a linked paedophile ring in south London (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Chamberlain had been a friend and colleague of Prof Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics – who’s office was just down the other end of the corridor from Chamberlain – who was jailed in 1986 for the possession of a huge amount of child porn which he kept in his offices in the Medical School. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring.

Helene was still on the committee when Chamberlain and his colleague Malcolm Pearce were involved in a big research fraud which hit the media in the mid-1990s (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Malcolm was subsequently struck off, but Chamberlain wasn’t, although he did have to resign as President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists. Meanwhile, up in north Wales, the North Wales Police investigated the paedophile ring which Chamberlain et al were concealing and in 1993 the North Wales Police concluded that it did not exist.

Helene also sat on the ethics committee of the UCL and UCH, 1987–97. There were numerous links between UCL and UCH and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales and elsewhere, including the link to Prof Pauline Horne of the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Pauline was the mistress and colleague of Prof Fergus Lowe, also of the School of Psychology at Bangor. Dafydd had previously dominated that School until Fergus gained the upper hand in about 1987, using his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes and the paedophile gang to do this. The School of Psychology trained clinical psychologists based at the North Wales Hospital and conducted research in collaboration with those facilitating the paedophile gang (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’). Pauline arrived at the Psychology Dept at Bangor in 1976, having completed an MPhil in biochemistry at UCL, 1974-76 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

There were a great many things happening at UCH and UCL that shouldn’t have been, whilst Helene sat on their ethics committees.

From 1992–97, Helene was a member of the Council of University College, London and Chair of Whittington Hospital NHS Trust.

 

Hayman was given a peerage in Jan 1996. That was after Nicola Davies QC had stated that a public inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal would not be in the public interest, but before William Hague changed his mind five months later and announced a public inquiry into the matter. My posts ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ and ‘Heart of Darkness ‘ detail how key figures in north Wales, as well as Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and his senior colleagues, were on manouevres from 1994 and preparing for the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’) and the subsequent public inquiry which no-one knew was going to happen.

After Blair came to power in May 1997, Hayman served as a junior Minister in the Dept for Environment and the Dept of Health before being appointed Minister of State at MAFF in July 1999. So Hayman was in the DoH whilst Sir Ronnie was gathering his thoughts after hearing evidence from the witnesses at the Waterhouse Inquiry and when he was putting pen to paper to compile the whitewash. Hayman was a Health Minister under Secretary of State Frank Dobson – the Dobbo who had previously been a Camden Borough Councillor and who, during his many years as MP for Holborn and St Pancras (1979-2015), completely ignored the under-aged prostitutes selling their services in that area, most of whom were kids in care. Dobbo, if I saw those kids – and even managed to talk to some of them – during my three years in London, what the fuck was wrong with you? By the way, the kids who I spoke to had been in care in Swansea and run away.

I noticed the destitute empowered service users on Dobbo’s patch as well, which he had somehow missed, as no doubt did Baroness Hayman.

In 2001 Hayman left political office to become Chairman of Cancer Research UK! See posts ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’, ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Much Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’ for details of the years of research fraud and misconduct which pervaded CR UK. Baroness Hayman was obviously just the right person to Chair the organisation.

Hayman became chair of the Human Tissue Authority in 2005. She was a Trustee of the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew (2002–2006) and of the Tropical Health and Education Trust (2005–06).

Helene was a member of the Human Fertilisation and Embryology Authority in 2005-06. Despite all the noises about ethics and regulation, the fertility industry has done pretty much whatever it has felt like since the technologies were first developed (see post ‘Every Sperm Is Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’). Patients are misled, swindled and charged much money for procedures which the Top Doctors who are carrying them out know are highly unlikely to succeed – this has now been admitted, as more and more scandals emerge from fertility clinics.

The Baroness was a member of the Lords Select Committee on the Assisted Dying for the Terminally Ill Bill, 2004–05 and of the Lords Constitution Committee, 2005–06.

 

Doesn’t that biography just reassure one that the right people have their hands on the levers of power?

 

Helene Hayman’s husband Martin has worked for Plessey Co; ITT; Pullman Kellogg; was Secretary and Chief Legal Adviser for Cadbury Schweppes, 1978-88; and Group Secretary and Head of Group Legal Services for Standard Chartered Bank, 1988-2000.

 

I mentioned that after Dafydd had unlawfully imprisoned me, in Jan 1987 the locked doors of the North Wales Hospital were opened and I was rushed out of there under guard of Angels and driven at high speed to the railway station and put on a train to London.  On that occasion it was an Angel who drove the car, which is yet another factor that suggests something highly irregular was happening. The NHS is utterly bogged down by red tape and it is usually only certain staff working in community roles that have permission (and insurance) to carry patients as passengers in their cars. If a Denbigh patient needed to be transported, it was supposed to be by ambulance, police or a hospital car. When I was taken from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh to Bangor Magistrates Court – only to find that all charges against me had been dropped, but because I’d been sectioned by Dafydd the day before after being illegally detained in the first place, I was taken straight back to Denbigh – I was taken in a hospital car, as I was for the return journey.

The Angels at Denbigh obviously knew which of those drivers of hospital cars – they were local people who were volunteer drivers for the NHS – were safe hands or not. Before I got into the car to go to Bangor Magistrates Court, an Angel told me not to talk to the driver even if she tried to talk to me because she was a gossip and was always trying to ‘find out what the patients had done’. I am well used to the power of gossip and the purposes for which is used, but the lady driving the car was pleasant and friendly and asked no intrusive questions at all. Er – I was being held in that hospital illegally and those Angels knew it. Whilst I was in Denbigh I found out that nearly every other patient in that ward with me was also being held there illegally. There had been no proper procedures followed with any of us. We had all been arrested on ludicrous charges which were later dropped and were taken to Denbigh in the middle of the night by colluding police officers or ambulance staff. Some patients had been transferred in irregular ways from Risley Remand Centre or other institutions controlled by Dafydd and the paedophiles. One man had been transferred to our ward from another ward – he had been in Denbigh since he was a teenager and had not had any visitors for years. One young woman asked me to help her because she had been kept ‘in an attic’ for three days by ‘a doctor and some men’ where she had been sexually assaulted (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’).

No wonder those Angels didn’t want me striking up a conversation with the driver of the car.

On the way back to Denbigh the Angels had no such fears about me chatting to the driver. I know why. Because his sole topic of the conversation was Nutters Who I Have Transported and I heard many anecdotes regarding the madness of other patients. This man was particularly vexed about having transported one patient whom he claimed was ‘terrible’. She had tried to get out of the car – I wonder why?? – had fought the Angels and had insulted him. She was an Irish woman who had called him a ‘Welsh corgi’ – as he was driving her to London.

So Dafydd, who was the Irish woman that you abducted and where in London was she taken?

Anyone fancy tracing all the residents of Denbigh who had worked as volunteer drivers for the NHS and seeing what they remember from their time transporting the abducted victims of a sex trafficking ring?

 

One MP who served the constituency of Denbigh for a very long time was Geriant Morgan, who was MP for Denbigh 1959-83. Morgan was barrister who had trained at Abersytwyth and Trinity Hall, Cambridge. He was known to take a lot more interest in his legal practice than his work as an MP. Yet the folk of Denbigh loved him. I would expect that because he certainly asked no questions about what was going on in the North Wales Hospital where virtually the whole town worked. However, the good burghers of Denbigh were particularly pleased when those who owned houses near the A55 received compensation when the road was upgraded. Many of them personally thanked him, so they must have received quite a windfall.

Paedophiles’ friend employed in the North Wales Hospital who endures the trauma of the road nearby being upgraded? You’ll get compensation. Someone who was raped and battered in a children’s home in north Wales and trafficked into prostitution? You’re telling a pack of lies to get your criminal hands on money. Mary Wynch, illegally imprisoned for a year in Denbigh, fleeced of her property by Dafydd and who proved her case? She’s awarded compensation, but Clwyd Health Authority simply refuse to hand the dosh over and three years later Michael Howard the Home Secretary ruins her.

So presumably the upgrading of the A55 was yet another part of the infrastructure of north Wales that was the result of a dirty deal with the paedophiles’ friends…

Geraint Morgan was a Tory. Although he was a barrister, he didn’t practice on the Chester and Wales Circuit. He practised on the Northern Circuit. As did George Carman QC, the corrupt barrister who later made it big in London. Cherie Booth worked in his Chambers and Tony Blair worked as his junior.

I have mentioned previously that Dafydd and the paedophiles’ often took me to courts many miles away from where I lived in their efforts to gain High Court injunctions against me, imprison me, etc. The injunction that Gwynedd Social Services obtained against me on the basis of the perjury of two social workers – one who had never met me and one who had met me at most three times – was issued by Sir John Kay sitting in Leeds (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). Which I found puzzling because I was living in Bethesda at the time. Sir John Kay QC worked for years as a barrister – on the Northern Circuit. Indeed, he was Presiding Judge  of the Northern Circuit, 1994-99. Kay’s Chambers were in Liverpool and before he became a barrister he was a tutor in law at Liverpool University – Dafydd’s alma mater and place of employment of so many paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

The Liverpool of the Beatles, who in 1967 visited Bangor Normal College for a transcendental meditation session with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. Bangor Normal College was a teacher training college which hosted so many paedophiles’ friends. The Beatles were mates with Cilla, the Cilla who was a personal friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain and enjoyed a lorra lorra laffs with him. Liverpool produced another celebrity scouser as well, but because she’s not in showbiz I keep forgetting that she’s a Liver Bird – Cherie.

Sir John Kay was a member of Gray’s Inn. As was Geraint Morgan. As was Sir William Mars-Jones, the boy from Denbigh who made it big in law in London and served as Dafydd’s Big Mate and was Ronnie Waterhouse’s pupil master and friend.

John Kay’s son Ben is the English rugby international.

 

Whilst checking the Betsi website a few days ago I discovered that a new Chair has been appointed to the Velindre NHS Trust – Professor Donna Mead. Professor Mead trained in Merthyr School of Nursing ‘winning the Gold Medal for best student in training’. Donna’s ‘early clinical experiences sparked off a desire to work with children and she eventually became a paediatric ward sister’.

OK, so Donna will have known about the abuse of kids in care in the Rhondda which was happening, but being a gold medallist she remained as silent as everyone else on the matter.

From 1983-85 Donna studied at the University of Manchester where she obtained an MSc and successfully completed teacher training. Mead took up her first teaching post. She shortly thereafter set up and led the first Bachelor of Nursing course in the North East Wales Institute, Wrexham and became a Consultant Nurse with Clwyd Health Authority.

So Donna worked for Dafydd and the paedophiles in a leading role and established a course at the institution governed by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

In 1989, Donna moved to the Nursing Research Unit at the University of Wales College of Medicine. The University of Wales College of Medicine were not only concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, but they were concealing a great deal of wrongdoing in their own institution. Donna worked on an all Wales study into primary nursing, which was commissioned by the Welsh Office, Nursing Division. That was when the Welsh Office were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, under Secretaries of State Peter Walker and then David Hunt, who both excelled in refusing to investigate suspicious deaths and serious offences (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

During this time Donna began her Doctoral studies.

Donna was appointed Assistant Director of the School of Nursing and Midwifery and Health Care at the University of Wales, Swansea in 1991. That was the year that a police investigation was launched into the abuse of children on Donna’s former patch in Clwyd! Donna was Head of Research and Graduate Studies at Swansea.

In 1996, Donna was appointed Professor of Nursing and Head of the School of Care Sciences at the University of Glamorgan. A Chair three years after completing her PhD! That is pretty impressive for a paedophiles’ friend from Clwyd, even for someone who won a Gold Medal when she was at the Merthyr School of Nursing.

When the University reorganised into five faculties in 2005, Professor Mead became the Dean of the newly formed Faculty of Health, Sport and Science. That same year she was also awarded the RCN Welsh Board record of achievement.

You’re going to hate me Donna, but guess what? I knew one of your students who studied on a course in your Faculty between 2005-08 and she was less than impressed. In fact she was so underwhelmed that she invited me down to meet her fellow students who all had serious complaints about their courses. I was researching for a book on HE policy at the time and I conducted interviews with a whole variety of students at different universities. The anecdotes from the students in your Faculty were the worst by far. One student was so pissed off that he said ‘this University has lied about the course and the opportunities available and I consider that I have been cheated’. I asked him if he could expand and he said ‘no, I can’t say it any more clearly than that’.

The student I knew who was studying in Donna’s Faculty was studying Sports Science. She told me that had she known what Glamorgan was going to be like, she would have gone to Bangor instead, but because she’d grown up near Caernarfon she wanted to experience the wider world so gave Glamorgan a try. After accumulating a great deal of debt she emerged with her Sports Science degree. By that time, her mum had moved down from Gwynedd to Abercynon to live near her and she had also met her future husband, so after she graduated they all rented a place in Abercynon. My friend then found that everybody in the Sports Science world was turning their noses up at her degree because it was from Glamorgan, so like many students she found that it was necessary to gain another qualification. She had no money but was able to live very cheaply with her mum and boyfriend in Abercynon, so the only option for another course was dear old Glamorgan University which was almost on their doorstep.

She decided to do a course in Sports Massage. My friend is dyslexic and this was known to Glamorgan when she was an undergrad – she received a small grant for a computer on these grounds. When she registered for the Sports Massage course, she filled in the appropriate paperwork which included the info that she was dyslexic. Nothing was said and she embarked upon the one year course. Towards the end of the course her mum rang me in desperation asking for my advice. The examiner on her daughter’s course had stated that she could not be allowed to qualify as a Sports Massager because, being dyslexic, she would ‘be a danger to clients’. My first thought was not ‘disability discrimination’ but QUE???

Further investigation revealed that the person coming out with this bollocks was not appropriately qualified to assess the students. Better than that, they were not appropriately qualified at all. Their qualification had been awarded by a ‘private college’ – which did not exist in terms of it being a building with students in. After discovering this, I did more digging and uncovered an ever increasing mountain of crap. It transpired that the Sports Massage course that my friend and her peers had all been attending would not lead to a qualification from Glamorgan University at all – although the students had been led to believe that it would. What was the qualification that they would receive – assuming that they weren’t a Dangerous Dyslexic of course? Er – exactly the same Mickey Mouse qualification – from the ‘private college’ which didn’t physically exist – possessed by the idiot who believed that people with dyslexia couldn’t be let loose as massagers.

It transpired that the University of Glamorgan had allowed the person without a qualification to use their buildings and promote their course on Glamorgan University literature.

When we discovered the scale of the deception, my friend went into battle. She managed to retrieve the fees that she had paid for the qualification that wasn’t. She was back to square one – a graduate of Glamorgan with a Sports Science degree that wasn’t respected by the world of Sports Science. My friend began working with No Fit State Circus in Cardiff – she had worked with the circus since she left school for a number years before wasting her time with Professor Donna Mead of the Gold Medal. My friend moved into teaching circus skills once she became a bit too old to perform in the circus herself. Business is booming – my friend goes into schools to supplement the kids’ PE lessons and holds various events for a range of people re fitness training, including for kids in care who it was found were not responding too positively to the usual lame rubbish that was on offer.

Donna is probably banging on about eating five a day and empowering service users.

Professor Mead has always maintained close links with the NHS. She was the HE representative on the Welsh NMC for six years and Chair for four years. This is a statutory committee which provided ‘independent, impartial advice to the Secretary of State for Wales’.

The NMC were the body who employed the man who shouted down the phone at me after I complained about being assaulted by an Angel in the Hergest Unit that ‘the witness statements will be destroyed after she is cleared’.

Some five years ago the NMC made a public apology after it was demonstrated that they had failed to discipline Angels for misconduct and abuse in numerous cases.

The NMC took no action against any of the staff who abused the patients in Tawel Fan. A few weeks ago however, they did strike off Nicola Kingston, the nurse who blew the whistle on the Tawel Fan Scandal.

Donna led the team which produced the first ever policy document to be issued from the newly formed National Assembly for Wales, ‘Realising the Potential: A Strategy for Nursing, Midwifery and Health Visiting in Wales’.

I’m still waiting for the potential to be realised Donna. The state of nursing in Wales has got sorrier and sorrier and nurses are running away as fast as they can. No it’s not the money – scores of the nurses qualifying at Bangor are taking jobs in Cheshire and Staffordshire because they will not work for the Besti Board, having witnessed such gruesome events whilst they were students.

 

Professor Mead held the post of Non-Executive Director of the North Glamorgan NHS Trust for four years and is or was a Non-Executive Director of Gwent NHS Trust.

Those two Trusts are not without their problems.

Donna has served as the Welsh representative on the UK Council of Deans for Health for several terms. Her other positions have included the Chair of Rhondda Cynon Taf and Caerphilly Teaching Local Health Board, Vice-Chair of UCEA’s Clinical Academic Staff Advisory Group; member of the Welsh Group for Modernising Nursing Careers.

There is a hospital in Rhondda Cynon Taff with maternity services that are so bad that local women are doing all they can to avoid giving birth there.

Professor Mead has remained an active researcher. She currently holds research grants of £2 million. She is a member of the Medical Research Council College of Experts.

Can Professor Mead explain why, after she has been at the helm of the NHS in south Wales for so long, the health outcomes of people in south Wales – particularly Rhondda Cynon Taff – are so bad? Or did some of the £2 million in research grants get used for what so much research money that is given to people like Donna gets used for – to blame the patients for being too fat, too lazy or too drunk?

In 2009 Professor Mead received an OBE, the standard qualification for a paedophiles’ friend after a few decades of service.

 

So did Velindre NHS Trust suddenly go a bit mad the other day when it appointed one of Dafydd’s former colleagues as Chair? Well it obviously excelled when Donna was appointed, but Velindre did have previous.

Prior to the appointment of Donna, the Chair of Velindre NHS Trust was Rosemary Kennedy. Who has a CV as incriminating as Donna’s.

Rosemary trained at St.George’s Hospital London on the ‘2+1 Experimental Scheme gaining the Gold Medal’. Obviously Velindre does not consider making an appointment as Chair unless the person concerned is in possession of a Gold Medal from a troubled NHS institution dogged by scandal and complaints of patient harm. I know the sort of people who win Gold Medals at St George’s, they are not a pretty sight.

Rosemary was Chief Nursing Officer for Wales, 1999-10 and was responsible for the publication of several key nursing strategies for Wales including ‘Free to Lead: Free to Care’.  Well that was a success Rosemary, since then there has been the Tawel Fan Scandal. The abuse at Tawel Fan began on Rosemary’s watch. It could have been avoided if in 1999 Rosemary and her then boss Jane Hutt had responded to the complaints of abuse and serious misconduct on the part of Angels in north Wales from patients. Or if Rosemary and her subsequent boss Dr Brian Gibbons had. Or if Rosemary and her subsequent boss Edwina Hart had. Or indeed if anyone at all had.

In addition, Rosemary gained a commission in the Queen Alexandra’s Royal Army Nursing Corps (Territorial Army) in 1984 and held all top level unit posts culminating in the appointment of Commanding Officer of a TA Field Hospital. So Rosemary will know all about Stephen Gallagher, the dangerous dishonest nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd and his equally dangerous dishonest colleague Andrew Parry who regularly put lives at risk (see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’). They are both in the TA and after Gallagher found himself in trouble yet again for insulting and threatening patients, stories about Major Gallagher’s heroic life saving activities whilst he served in Afghanistan appeared in the London broadsheets. The stories were substantially untrue. Do you know anything about this Rosemary?

It was on Rosemary’s watch that Gallagher’s colleague senior Angel Alan Roberts threatened me. My complaint was never investigated and some years later Alan Roberts threw an elderly lady patient against a drinks machine in Ysbyty Gwynedd, injuring her. No, Roberts was still not struck off. Roberts’s wife is a senior Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd who ‘stood by him’ during that terrible ordeal of his when one of his colleagues dared blow the whistle on him for violently assaulting an elderly lady. Alan Roberts’s son is also an Angel.

After stepping down as the Chief Nursing Officer in September 2010, Rosemary was appointed Chairman of Velindre in Jan 2011. With a record like Rosemary’s what could go wrong at Velindre? Whatever did will now be well-concealed by Donna under mountains of NHS-speak about excellence and learning lessons.

 

Being of the paedophiles’ friends from the north Wales NHS, Donna Mead might well know the fearsome Professor Fiona Irvine, who’s bullying and deceit featured in my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’. Fiona Irvine had a partner in crime – a ‘senior nurse tutor’ called Gwerfyl Roberts. Like Fiona and Donna, before becoming a Nursing Academic, Gerfyl worked as an Angel in the highly dysfunctional NHS in north Wales. I think that Gwerfyl worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd.

Gwerfyl was Fiona’s minion and nearly as nasty. Like Fiona, Gwerfyl’s grasp of social sciences was so shaky that her comments on students’ work were misspelt, did not make sense and occasionally contained words which did not exist, which entertained everybody.

Gwerfyl was a specialist in ‘cultural competence’ in nursing no less. Cultural competence in nursing is very important, but I am not convinced that Gwerfyl understood what ‘cultural competence’ is. Gwerfyl thought that it just meant speaking Welsh. By adhering to this notion, Gwerfyl displayed very impressive shortcomings in cultural competence. She spoke Welsh in front of staff and students of hers who did not speak any Welsh at all, including at their leaving parties, which did rather exclude them. Now that can sometimes just be thoughtlessness – if you are used to communicating most of the time in one language and most of those in your circle also communicate in that language, it is understandably very easy to forget that you might be excluding someone. However Gwerfyl went rather further than that.

The expert in cultural competence in nursing really did not like Foreigners. Particularly if they were not white. This caused problems at the School of Healthcare Sciences as they kept on accepting overseas students because they brought so much money in, but Gwerfyl continued to hate Foreigners. Gwerfyl hated Foreigners because they didn’t speak English (let alone Welsh). It was true that some of the overseas students in the School of Healthcare Sciences had very poor English, but there was a reason for that. It was because the School of Healthcare Sciences was so desperate to get its paws on the dosh which came with the Foreigners that they worked a fiddle and accepted students whom they knew did not have good enough English to register with the University. Their modus operandi was to get the Foreigners through the doors, relieve them of their fees and after a few months make life so unpleasant for the Foreigners that the Foreigners would leave.

Gwerfyl was so affronted by one Foreigner – who was actually an Iraqi Top Doctor but I don’t know that Gwerfyl ever got as far as finding that out – that she declared a state of emergency. On the grounds that ‘He Stinks’. The Smelly Foreigner was such a problem that Gwerfyl sent up the distress flare whilst she was at Anglesey Airport waiting to go to Cardiff – probably to attend a conference on cultural competence, its not as if she could drive down or go on the train, she used to like to fly, with the paedophiles’ friends who double up as politicians in north Wales. I knew the person who witnessed Gwerfyl sending an e mail to her fellow Angel tutors headed ‘It’s an emergency, he stinks and is not to be allowed into the building’. He wasn’t either, the Grand Plan was to change the entry codes on the doors and not tell the Smelly Foreigner what the new codes were.

The Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at the time was fully on board with the plan to lock the Smelly Foreigner out – that was Professor Jo Rycroft-Malone, who is now a member of the Betsi Board.

 

Like Donna, Gwerfyl Did Research. Namely research into cultural competence, for which she was funded by the Welsh Language Board, which at the time when the purse strings were loosed was Chaired by dear old Meri Huws, a paedophiles’ friend who worked as a community social worker in the 1980s for Gwynedd Social Services, in the community which included the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor, where kids were abused and trafficked to Dolphin Square and other locations (see post ‘Are You Local?’).

Gwerfyl’s research into cultural competence consisted of producing a series of ‘briefing papers’, which were short simple leaflets in which guidance for conducting a research project at the level of a Bachelor’s student was printed in Welsh. I say a series – the plan was to produce a series, but I understood that only two briefing papers were ever produced. The first briefing paper was called, imaginatively, ‘Papur Brifio Un’ (Briefing Paper One). I had a read of Papur Brifio Un, it was hilarious and I couldn’t fathom how Gwerfyl managed to make so little work funded by the Welsh Language Board stretch over so long to write Papur Brifio Un. The following year I was told that Gwerfyl had produced ‘Papur Brifio Dau’ (Briefing Paper Two). When I asked my informant what was in Papur Brifio Dau, I was told ‘exactly the same crap that was in Papur Brifio Un’.

Then I accessed a document in which Gwerfyl had explained her dissemination strategy for her Research Into Cultural Competence. It was to take the Papurau Brifio to the Esiteddfod and give them out to the visitors there. That was it. I could understand Gwerfyl using the Eisteddfod to promote a volume on Welsh literature, history etc and I know some very impressive work in the field of Welsh language scholarship which has been presented at the Eisteddfod, but I don’t think Papur Brifio Un – or indeed Dau – fell into that category. And they certainly didn’t fall into the category of research into cultural competence in healthcare, so I’m not sure what Gwerfyl thought that she was doing.

Meri at the Welsh Language Board also gave Gwerfyl the dosh for a PhD studentship in the area of cultural competence in healthcare research. A very bright first language Welsh speaker was awarded the scholarship and Meri had her photo taken with him. He did not finish his PhD. Gwerfyl didn’t have the ability to supervise a PhD student, so Fiona Irvine supervised him and basically grabbed him by the neck and shook him about until his head fell off.

Did this disaster hold Gwerfyl back? Of course it didn’t. She applied for promotion and got it – simply on the grounds of time served. Gwerfyl was determined to get that promotion – she harboured massive resentment towards Bangor University and was telling everyone that they owed her. The reason was, according to Gwerfyl, that the University had mistreated her husband. He had been, many years previously, a lecturer in the maths dept and had been made redundant. The maths dept was one of the depts at UCNW that was closed as a result of Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer’s axe in the mid 1980s. The axe that was planned to murder the whole institution, but because the place was full of people who had facilitated or concealed the paedophile gang which supplied kids to Thatcher’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison and Swinnerton-Dyer was reminded of this by PVC Prof Alwyn Roberts, only the drama, philosophy and maths depts got the chop (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

So Gwerfyl was an Angel at the time of Peak Paedophilia in north Wales when all those investigations and inquiries inexplicably drew a blank and her husband worked with so many of those who were involved in it up to their eye-balls.

Do you and your husband have anything to declare Gwerfyl?

 

Someone else who owes their career as a paedophiles’ friend to Meri Huws is Sara Ryan. Sara Ryan was for many years the leader of the Independent Advocacy Association for mental health service users in Gwynedd. This was the Independent Advocacy Association which was funded by Gwynedd Health Authority, the North West Wales NHS Trust and I think Gwynedd County Council and which refused to support people with serious complaints. Including all those deaths that took place during Sara’s term of office. Sara had a colleague in the Independent Advocacy Association, a woman called Marilyn (or it might have been Marion). Sara and Marilyn/Marion were Strong Wimmin. Marilyn/Marion’s partner was a Service User herself and committed suicide. Marilyn/Marion suffered a breakdown and then disappeared from Bangor. Because she had been given a job as an Independent Advocate at Broadmoor Hospital, where Jimmy Savile  was sexually assaulting the patients. He must have quaked in his boots when Marilyn/Marion turned up.

Sara and Marilyn ran the utterly laughable Independent Advocacy Association throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry. As patients with evidence became destitute and were found dead.

Sara’s road to success had been the MA in Wimmin’s Studies that she did with Meri Huws! It was that which deemed her suitable for leading the Independent Advocacy Association which did what it was told by a gang of paedophiles.

So who got Marilyn/Marion the job at Broadmoor then?

Sara Ryan was responsible for the appointment of the volunteers who worked as advocates. Every single person appointed but one was a mental health patient who was dependent upon the ‘service’ for their benefits and what little ‘support’ there was. Furthermore Sara systematically selected patients who were passive and intimidated by the Top Doctors and the ones with no post-16 education. There were patients around with higher degrees who had been employed in professional jobs and patients who were very voluble about the appalling ‘service’, but Sara avoided them like the plague. Two volunteers who did dare speak out were dismissed.

There was one person taken on by Sara who was not a patient. That was the wife of a lecturer who had taught me when I was at UCNW, who was working there when the institution was run by paedophiles’ friends and when Gwynne the lobotomist and Dr DGE Wood were sitting in the Student Health Centre assisting with the sex trafficking ring. The lecturer worked in the School of Plant Biology and was a colleague of Wood’s wife.

The wife of this man will have known much about the paedophiles’ friends and the wrongdoing of those who were employed in UCNW. She knew about another bunch of paedophiles’ friends as well – those in Anglesey County Council, because she had been a Councillor but they had treated her so badly that she stood down. Her explanation was that they were ‘sexist men’. No, they were assisting a gang of paedophiles, that was the problem. Who is this lady who conflates sexist men with a gang of paedophiles and who was of course deemed suitable for life as an Independent Advocate?

Step forward Angie Gliddon, who I think recently joined Anglesey County Council again. After her faithful service to the paedophiles’ friends as an Independent Advocate, Angie hit the jackpot – she bagged a job in Bangor University as a clinical trials manager! Fergus Lowe ultimately oversaw such work in Bangor. So Angie was back safely in the arms of the paedophiles’ friends again…

I last saw Angie at a public lecture in Bangor given by two spokespeople for the NHS. The father of a young woman who had been a mental health patient who had died as a result of the most appalling clinical negligence had, in the questions part of the session, dared question those telling us how great the NHS is. I was so pissed off with the stream of propaganda that I didn’t dare say a word. On my way out of the lecture theatre, Angie walked past and said to me ‘ooh you can’t complain about the NHS can you, they’re so good’.

Angie you big invertebrate, in north Wales they are fucking dreadful and you know it. You sat in that Advocacy office for years knowing that patients were being seriously neglected, abused, exploited, fitted up for crimes and left to die and you didn’t say a thing. You also knew what was going on in UCNW in the 80s. You might not have liked those letters that Brown and me wrote in the London based newspapers about what was happening to psychiatric patients, but don’t ever tell me that ‘they’re so good’. I am now living in hiding after being threatened by a gun and attempts to run me off the road at high speed. And you were traumatised by a few ‘sexist men’…

Oh – I forgot. There’s a reason why Angie wouldn’t speak ill of the paedophiles. In the 1983 General Election, Angie stood as the Labour candidate for Anglesey.

Well you wouldn’t wanted to have screamed from the roof tops ‘Thatcher’s friend and the Tory MP for Chester is holding sex parties with kids in care in north Wales’ would you Angie? Because of all those people in the Labour Party who were involved in the cover-up as well. Like a bloody great Windbag who’s wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and who was networked into the paedophiles’ friends from her earliest years…

On 9 June 1983 Thatcher won the election. On 13 June 1983 she appointed Sir Peter Morrison as Minister of State for Employment.

Whilst Angie and her mates whinged on about the sins of those who voted Tory, within a year Brown and me were under attack because we had dared complain about one of those who was running the paedophile gang.

God save me from Strong Wimmin Who Care.

Remember this Angie?

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I hope that you think that your silence was worth it.

 

Another one of those about whom we really mustn’t complain is Vera Wilson. For many years Vera was a leading light among the Directors of the Welsh Ambulance Service, but she resigned in 2010. When Vera was involved with the Welsh Ambulance Service, I was shown a document which Vera had written. It was very Gwerfyl-like, a sort of Papur Brifio Un, in which Vera had tried to critique some work that the NHS had commissioned. The work was of a good standard but Vera had taken umbrage because the person who had written the plan didn’t do what Vera wanted. The key problem was that Vera knew absolutely nothing about the research that had been commissioned so was in no position to start raising objections. The person who had been obstructed by Vera told me that Vera was a well-known pain in the bum who clogged up committees in north Wales. I discovered that Vera was a member of the Betsi CHC – a notorious collection of paedophiles’ friends – and was also on the Board of Dwr Cymru/Welsh Water. I was however more interested in Vera’s involvement with the Air Ambulance service in Yorkshire of all places. I never found out what hold Vera had over the Air Ambulances of the UK, but Vera is listed as being a ‘Welsh Gov’t appointment’ with regard to her membership of the CHC. So she’s got dirt on someone which she is keeping under her hat.

 

Now to return to Cedar Court (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). I have now discovered a little bit more about this establishment, which was run by two psychiatrists and one of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s ex-wives and, I am told, was quietly transferring ‘problematic patients’ to The Priory.

Cedar Court was located in Colwyn Bay and it opened in 1997. It was a Child and Adolescent Mental Health Unit and replaced Gwynfa Unit when Gwynfa was closed. Gwynfa was the Child and Adolescent Mental Health Unit at Colwyn Bay which starred in the Waterhouse Report. Even Waterhouse had to admit that the abuse of the young people there was dreadful. They were pushed out of windows, beaten, buggered and raped. There had been complaints but they were ignored and the ones which resulted in injury and couldn’t be ignored were explained away or concealed (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’).

The Angel in charge of Gwynfa was an ex-Denbigh nurse, Nigel Mannering Berry. Berry lives in Colwyn Bay and is a leading light in the Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall. The psychiatrist attached to Gwynfa was Dr Barry Kiehn, who was employed by Gwynedd Health Authority. Most of the kids at Gwynfa were from Gwynedd rather than Clwyd.

It was realised that even Waterhouse was not going to be able to explain Gwynfa away and it was closed just after the Inquiry got underway. Cedar Court replaced it.

Guess what? Dafydd’s ex-wife and the two psychiatrists didn’t do a much better job than Nigel Berry and Dr Barry Kiehn, although for all I know, Khien might have been one of the Cedar Court psychiatrists. There was chaos and complaints, but Cedar Court remained open and young people continued to be sent there to be ‘helped’.

On 22 Dec 2005, HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales) issued a statement saying that Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services run by Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust were improving, despite the ‘pressure’ on them and that they were ‘generally good throughout’. Things were holding up as ever then, despite those bastard patients asking for services and creating ‘pressure’. Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust ran Cedar Court. The CEO of Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust was Gren Kershaw, a paedophiles’ friend with long record of service – in Yorkshire as well, before he ever got as far as north Wales (see post ‘How Much Do Staff Surveys Really Tell Us?’ and other posts).  The CEO of HIW at this time was Dr Peter Higson, who had previously been a clinical psychologist at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, then the general manager of Denbigh, then the general manager of the mental health services across north Wales after Denbigh closed down. Higson is now the Chair of the Betsi Board – it was placed in special measures a year after he became Chair, as a result of the Tawel Fan Scandal.

Cedar Court then received a glowing report  in 2007 with regard to its ‘educational services’ for the young patients. They weren’t just ‘generally good throughout’, they were very good ‘with outstanding features’. This report was compiled by Estyn (the Welsh equivalent of Ofsted), the inspector concerned being Jim Phillips.

Obviously Cedar Court was the place to be if you were a young person with difficulties.

Yet Cedar Court closed its doors just a few years ago. Why was this place of wonder shut down? Er, another inspection resulted in a truly damning report. Facilities, staffing, buildings, all not just inadequate but ‘completely inappropriate’. So inappropriate that there had nearly been a revolution caused by some of the kids who had been unfortunate enough to be sent there. The situation was so bad that dear old Cedar Court couldn’t be saved by the usual answer to north Wales’s problems, ‘a pot of money’. No, Cedar Court was such a disgrace that it was considered irretrievable. It was closed and a brand new Unit at Abergele was built. The powerpoint of the Abergele Hospital plans looked wonderful. However they must have put one of Dafydd’s relatives in charge again, because there has already been a suicide of a teenager who was discharged when she should not have been and other problems.

Give it another 15 years of serious complaints, patient harm, suicides and glowing inspection reports and someone will finally discover that Abergele Hospital is not up to scratch and it will be explained that it is because of ‘funding and resources’.

 

 

 

Finally, I was delighted to hear a victim of ‘prejudice against young women’ interviewed this morning on the ‘Today’ programme, namely Charlotte Hogg, who lost her job as Deputy Governor of the Bank of England because she ‘forgot’ to declare a conflict of interest, precisely that her brother holds one of the most senior jobs at Barclays plc. Charlotte did admit that she had ‘made a mistake’, but she has now ‘bounced back’, because her training and career has taught her ‘resilience’. Although she has obviously been a victim of discrimination, the pretty little thing.

Here is the ‘training and career’ that has taught Charlotte ‘resilience’ that has enabled her to ‘bounce back’ after her ‘mistake:

Her father is 3rd Viscount Hailsham, Douglas Hogg, a former Tory MP and Gov’t Minister, who is both a hereditary peer and a life peer. Her mother, Baroness Sarah Hogg, is a life peer in her own right and was brought up on the family estate of Kettlethorpe Hall. Her grandfather was Quintin Hogg, Lord Hailsham, the paedophiles’ friend who appointed so many other paedophiles’ friends to very senior positions (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

It was Douglas Hogg who was exposed in the Parliamentary expenses scandal in 2009 as having claimed for his moat to be cleared on his expenses. Sarah Hogg was one of the Govt’s most senior advisers when the economy crashed on Black Monday in 1987. Ken Clarke admitted later that none of them saw it coming, knew why it had happened or had the foggiest idea what to do about it. Sarah Hogg knew what to do – she blamed the Bank of England, not herself or the Gov’t.

There’s Charlotte’s resilience for you. A result of centuries of privileged troughing and dreadful decisions blamed on anyone but a Hogg when the inevitable explosion happens.

 

 

My copy of the latest issue of the ‘London Review of Books’ arrived this morning and the main feature is a lengthy interview with Tariq Ali. Tariq does what he always does if he’s given media coverage – he bangs on at very great length about his revolutionary writing, his revolutionary thinking, his revolutionary actions and then provides a long analysis of why a revolution has not happened in the UK at any time during the last 6o years whilst Tariq has been working so hard to elicit one. Of course Tariq also mentions that his grandfather was the Prime Minister of the Punjab – but that their house was always full to the rafters with barefoot revolutionaries – and his time at Oxford, which only happened because his mum told him to go there.

Tariq drops the names of all the right people, reminisces about establishing ‘Black Dwarf’, mentions Vietnam and 1968 a few times and remembers that he knew a woman from Wales who planned to set up terrorist cells across Wales. Tariq has quite a good knowledge of north west Wales because he was a friend of Bertrand Russell, who spent the last part of his life living near Penrhyndeudraeth. Russell completely destroyed many of the members of his immediate family during his lifetime – frequently using the services of Top Doctors to do this – and was horribly sexually exploitative. Read the details in my post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’. Russell was close to many of the paedophiles’ friends of a previous era, the generation just before Dafydd. Because of the way that things work in north Wales, many of Russell’s circle are linked to the paedophiles’ friends of recent years. Tariq Ali undoubtedly knew some of what was happening in north Wales, being acquainted with Russell, figures on the left and London life in the 60s, 70s and 80s.

You could have started the revolution if you had really wanted Tariq. All you needed to have done – like Angie Gliddon – was to grass up the criminals and the enormity of the crimes that Thatcher’s Gov’t was concealing. But that would have meant landing some of your less scrupulous mates in it because they were involved as well…

I’ve named everyone involved on this blog Tariq. I don’t ask readers for payment to access the info, it’s all here, free to anyone who wants to read it. I’ll come and join you when you open the revolution. If Mike Mansfield’s going to be joint-Che with you, let me know and I’ll bring the girls and gallons of champagne that Mr Mansfield needs to sustain himself whilst he’s being all leftie and radical. I presume that the revolution will be taking place near an agreeable restaurant? And of course within spitting distance of St Tommy’s Hospital, lest the UK’s finest Top Docs are needed should anyone be taken ill with revolutionary fervour, too much champers or high living. Ah – that’s the problem isn’t it – the revolution will involve a few sacrifices and a deal thrashed out with some of the most privileged people in the UK.

I won’t hold my breath…

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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 c