A Demand From Gwynedd County Council

I have received a letter from Mr E.B. Jones, Taxation Manager, Gwynedd County Council, telling me that a liability order has been granted against me, requesting £132-31 and telling me that if I don’t cough up, they will transfer the order to bailiffs, which will mean further significant costs for me, precisely: Compliance Stage £75; Enforcement Stage: £235 Sale Stage: £110 and that if the case is referred to bailiffs the Council will not intervene further.

The letter tells me that the liability order was granted on 3/11/2011 and refers to ‘outstanding council tax’ from when I lived at a property near Garndolbenmaen.

This letter refers to a liability order which Gwynedd County Council have already transferred to bailiffs – some six years ago. Although I had paid the council tax concerned. Furthermore, Gwynedd County Council didn’t tell me that they were taking me to court for non-payment of council tax. I simply received aggressive threatening letters telling me to pay the council tax which I had already paid, including further costs, because I’d been taken to court. And now Gwynedd County Council have repeated the whole sorry saga.

Gwynedd County Council were certainly very busy at the time. I received five parking tickets in Caernarfon in the space of about four weeks, although my car was breaching the rules on only one occasion. I had also received a letter demanding that I repay more than £130 in housing benefit. I had not claimed housing benefit.

These events occurred after a man who made a witness statement detailing the harassment and threats that he had seen me subjected to by the mental health services, including the Arfon Community Mental Health Team (most of whom were social workers employed by Gwynedd County Council), received a visit at home from Dyfed Edwards, the then leader of Gwynedd County Council, who told him ‘you won’t win this and when you lose your life won’t be worth living’. The man who made the witness statement later received a visit from ‘traffic police’ who, once inside his house, produced guns. He subsequently withdrew his statement which I think is what Dyfed Edwards wanted.

Why did I leave the house where I was living in Garndolbenmaen? For a number of reasons including: three break-ins to my car while it was parked on the drive (the house was halfway up a remote hill with no neighbours); a man trying to get into my house late one night who was seen off by my dog; an attempt to run me off the road twice in the same day by the same car as I was leaving my house and then again on the way to a friend’s who lived near my house; obstacles left at the end of my drive, which if I had left the house at my normal time that day (very early in the morning when it was still dark because it was winter) would have caused me to drive straight into them and crash.

Then there was the bailiff who turned up when I lived at my next address telling me that I owed money when I’m fairly sure that I did not, who threatened my landlady who was at home alone that day; the bailiff who turned up at another address going under the obviously false name of Mr Jones, an enormous ginger scouser covered in gold bling reeking of aftershave, who told me that I owed Gwynedd County Council money when I did not.

I was not the only person having such experiences. Gwynedd County Council sent bailiffs after a friend of mine, maintaining that he hadn’t paid his council tax when he had; Mr Jones also paid a visit to a single mother in Llanberis, demanding goods after Gwynedd County Council maintained that she hadn’t paid her council tax. Mr Jones threatened her, removed her microwave and told her that he’d be returning. She was terrified and left the house. Both of these people had complained about the Arfon Community Mental Health Team.

At the time that Mr Jones was busy in Gwynedd, a young woman in Deiniolen was found dead in her house, accompanied by a suicide note saying that she was in debt and was being threatened by bailiffs. I didn’t know her so I don’t know whether Gwynedd County Council and Mr Jones were involved.

The AM for Arfon at the time was Alun Ffred Jones, who was the former leader of Gwynedd County Council. Alun Ffred’s brother, Dafydd Iwan, had also led Gwynedd County Council. Dafydd Iwan doubles up as a folk singer who wrote a ‘tribute song’ to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones.

Dafydd Iwan’s son Llion worked at Bangor University when I did and was being targeted and bullied by his boss, an appalling woman who was Head of the School of Creative Industries, Stephanie Marriott (see previous posts). There was only one person who defended Llion from Marriott’s shocking behaviour – a Jewish lecturer who was a friend of mine. So Marriott went after the Jewish lecturer and then me. The Jewish lecturer was told by Marriott that I was ‘bullying’ her – this was after I sent an e mail to Marriott defending myself from her constant aggro. She asked him to abuse his position as a UCU rep and make a statement about my ‘bullying’ in her ‘defence’. He fell about laughing and told Marriott that he hardly thought that a Head of Dept could be ‘bullied’ by a post-doc on a short term contract.

The Head of HR, Lyn Meadows, received a visit from Marriott. Meadows rang the Jewish lecturer and told him that she ‘couldn’t be seen to be bullying Sally because she has mental health problems’ but they wanted a statement from him. The Jewish lecturer put the phone down in disgust and told me immediately what was going on. Marriott’s husband was also a UCU rep. Meadows then harassed me and my boss by e mail for the next four weeks, demanding that I meet her because she needed to discuss ‘my behaviour’. In the end I sought the advice of a bullying and harassment officer. I was also told by a third party that Meadows – who had previously been a senior manager in the Welsh Ambulance Trust – had got together with Marriott and those we know and love in the NHS to frame me and get me out of the University. Days later I received another communication from Meadows, telling me that a member of staff from yet another Dept had made a statement claiming that I had bullied and terrorised her. I produced evidence which demonstrated that this woman was lying. She was later found crying and admitted to a colleague that she had lied about me, because ‘Lyn told me to do it’. Lyn Meadows is now a member of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board.

While all this was going on, Alun Ffred told a third party known to me that he would ‘take Marriott out’ for bullying his nephew Llion and was going to ‘get revenge’ on Bangor University. Did Alun Ffred take Marriott out? Er, no. Marriott was needed because Lyn Meadows and Alun Ffred’s friends in the NHS and Gwynedd County Council wanted to use her to try and get me the sack. Alun Ffred instead launched a broadside attack on Bangor University as a whole, in particular trying to throw a spanner in the works of the big new arts centre that the VC had succeeded in getting the funding for. That’s the VC who’s wife had not long before died at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre (see comments after my post ‘Rivers Of Blood’).

Did Llion Iwan ever defend the Jewish lecturer who was also being targeted by Marriott and Meadows? No. Llion was delighted to have the support of the Jewish lecturer when he needed it, but soon he didn’t need it any longer because Llion landed a plum job with S4C. The S4C that his Uncle Alun Ffred had previously worked for and which also had such a close relationship with his dad.

Marriott stayed working at Bangor University for many more years.

Alun Ffred was also happy to use people whom he knew were being targeted by his own associates. There was a man called Len who worked at Bangor University who was a Plaid Councillor. I’m not sure what Len did, but he wasn’t an academic member of staff. I had no problem with Len, he was always very friendly towards me. Len knew that I had been taken an interest in the number of mediocre or frankly abusive ‘care homes’ which were springing up in Gwynedd – I was told that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones had links to some of them. Len told me that ‘Alun Ffred is very worried about it as well’ and that Alun Ffred had asked Len to ask me what I knew about the homes. So I told Len that I knew in at least one of the homes, young female residents were being violently assaulted and made to watch porn as ‘therapy’ and that on at least one occasion, a sex worker from Llandudno had been employed to provide ‘services’ for at least one resident in another home. I heard no more from Len or Alun Ffred, but I never saw any sign that Alun Ffred did anything at all about those homes. Although I bet he told the relevant people that I knew what was going on inside of them. Whether Len was part of the collusion I do not know. Len may have been yet another person ruthlessly used by ‘the Royal Family of Gwynedd’ as I was told that Dafydd Iwan and Alun Ffred liked to think of themselves.

As all good Royals are, Alun Ffred was a law unto himself. At one election, a friend of mine saw Alun Ffred inside the polling booth on the day of the election, which my friend maintained was unlawful. After all, the electorate mustn’t be pressurised or intimidated…

I don’t know the full extent of Alun Ffred’s wrongdoing obviously, but I saw someone give him a public bollocking for ‘getting Wales a bad name’ on one occasion. It was Lord Dafydd Elis Thomas. I and a friend had gone to an event at Caernarfon in which Dafydd El was being interviewed about his life in politics and just as Dafydd El took his seat, Alun Ffred emerged from a seat behind my friend and I and started shouting at Dafydd El in Welsh. My Welsh wasn’t good enough to understand what was being said, but my friend with me was first-language Welsh and said that Alun Ffred was being highly offensive. After his ranting Alun Ffred walked out of the door, so presumably he hadn’t come to hear the interview. At the time Dafydd El was Chancellor of Bangor University.

Alun Ffred was not the only person busying himself with being angry with the VC of Bangor University for having the temerity to raise enough dosh for the arts centre. There was a whole contingent of paedophiles’ friends who were trying to force the VC out of the University and they were having secret meetings with the previous VC, a well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend himself, Professor Eric Sunderland (see previous posts), who was still alive at the time…

The main rep for the UCU at Bangor University, Eileen Tilley, who had a particularly chummy relationship with Lyn Meadows (see previous posts) was also happy to put the boot into the VC by being less than honest. I only ever went to one UCU meeting at Bangor, which was a meeting called by Tilley, to discuss restructuring at the University. The VC was due to attend to answer questions, but several days beforehand he told the UCU reps that he had to cancel. One of the UCU reps told me about the cancellation days before the meeting. So imagine my surprise when I turned up to the meeting to find a smug grinning Tilley greet the audience with the opening comment: ‘Merfyn Jones has not got the guts to come and face you all today, he backed out just before the meeting’. I e mailed Tilley later that day, asked her why she had chosen to lie to the meeting, challenged her about her inappropriate friendship with an unscrupulous, dishonest HR Director and then resigned from UCU.

There was another meeting as well at which the non-appearance of the VC caused a stir. An academic seminar had been organised and the VC was invited to make an opening address. When we all arrived I noticed the presence of someone who had recently written a letter to the local paper complaining about the VC’s salary. I was aware of this person’s presence on the planet because as well as having a part-time job in the University, she was a Service User. She was one of the many Service Users who’s letters on a whole range of subjects appeared in the local press – and in ‘The Guardian’ on one occasion as well – but she never uttered a word about the abuse of patients or the activities of the paedophile gang. The VC’s salary was what concerned her. She was sitting with another Champion Of The Oppressed, Wulf Livingstone, a social work lecturer. Wulf too, despite Championing the Oppressed, somehow never raised any concerns about Dafydd and the trafficking gang. But then Wulf used to work for Dafydd’s charity CAIS. Wulf went on to greater things after CAIS, he worked for the North Wales Probation Service. Some of the staff of the North Wales Probation Service abused kids in care in north Wales. Wulf then became a social work lecturer at Bangor and after that was welcomed as a senior lecturer in social work by that bastion of paedophiles’ friends at Glyndwr University.

I heard Wulf and the Service User discussing their plans to give the Fat Cat of a VC a very hard time when he arrived at the seminar, because he had Questions To Answer. Unfortunately, the VC sent his apologies for his non-appearance. Not got the guts to appear? Er no, sadly dear old camouflage had recently pegged out and the VC had to attend Eric Sunderland’s funeral.

Oh the irony!

Save Our Sausages, a VC has arrived who’s not in the pockets of a paedophile gang, we need to get rid of him and fast…

 

Dafydd Iwan prides himself on being all international with his activism. Dafydd Iwan, along with his guitar, has visited a number of countries containing people having a hard time to express solidarity with the Oppressed.

The Jewish lecturer, after doing everything that he could to defend Llion Iwan, was left to the excesses of Marriot once Llion bagged his job at S4C. Then people started threatening me and a witness to the wrongdoing with guns.

Yma O Hyd!

Pass us the Bara Brith. I’ll push the boat out and have a Welsh Cake as well.

Readers unfamiliar with the Royal Family of Gwynedd will not know that they famously grew up in the village of Llanuwchllyn, near Bala, where their father ruled the roost as a result of his association with the Bala Theological College. Llanuwchllyn is famous as the birth place of Sir Owen Morgan Edwards, the Welsh historian, educationalist and writer. O.M. Edwards was very briefly the Liberal MP for Merionethshire. In 1907 Edwards was appointed as the first Chief Inspector of Schools for Wales. Another well-known Schools Inspector for Wales was J.E. Daniel, who also held a post at Bala Theological College. J.E. Daniel was President of Plaid in its early days, when Saunders Lewis was a big name in Plaid. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was a met of Saunders Lewis when Dafydd was a young man. J.E. Daniel was the father of the corrupt judge Huw Daniel, who was involved in the attempt by the Hergest Unit staff to frame and imprison me when I was a PhD student at Bangor University (see previous posts).

Just as one enters Llanuwchllyn, there is a statue of O.M. Edwards and his son, Ifan ab Owen Edwards, who founded Urdd Gobaith Cymru (the Welsh League of Youth).

 

Owen Morgan Edwards

 

I always imagined that those two members of Gwynedd’s Royal Family, Alun Ffred and Dafydd Iwan, expect a statue of themselves to one day join the statue of O.M. and Ifan. Presumably to commemorate their considerable contribution to Getting Wales A Bad Name.

They Think It’s All Over – It Is Now

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

 

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

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

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

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

My correspondent has also sent me the following information:

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

The summary of the paper reads as follows:

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

Ian Russell is a lay preacher.

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

And this man is a Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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Today We Have Naming Of Parts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

Get your head around that Dafydd.

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick Boles is gay.

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Gaye knew how to choose her friends.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Titania Adoring Sir Simon Jenkins:

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Gadd Barn, Cysgod y Coed.

Llanllechid
Patricia
6 guests
2 bedrooms
6 beds
1 bath

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

More Information

The space

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

Guest access

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

Interaction with guests

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

Other things to note

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cheers!

 

 

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But we didn’t know!

Jokes, cartoons, songs, nicknames…

We didn’t know.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Including the Court of Appeal in London it would seem.

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

Anyone for lecturing Welsh people on the evils of racism?

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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‘We didn’t know.’

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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

 Diagnosis: ‘She’s A Witch!’

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Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife

For the last few days the Daily Mail and Mail Online have been raging about Max Mosley. They have printed acres about this shocking man and yesterday their headline screamed that even the Labour Party was no longer going to accept the filthy lucre of this pariah. Scoops from Mail Online include footage of that ‘car crash interview’, in which Max calmly and reasonably defended himself and a photo of the ‘violent thug’ which was Max as a young man – that’s a photo of  a youthful Max standing next to his mates having a fag. No evidence of any violence, just a young man smoking a fag.

The Mail are denouncing Max because of his role in what the Mail claims was a Nazi themed S&M orgy and are accusing him of having perjured himself. What is really bothering the Mail – and most other newspapers – is that Max is putting up one hell of a battle for effective press regulation. Max is an admirably robust man and because he also has a great deal of money, he represents a very real threat to the UK’s press – which has destroyed many people’s lives yet ignored very serious wrongdoing on the part of other people. British press – I probably don’t have much in common with Max, but I really admire him for taking you on. Do you think that you might have brought the demands that someone somewhere somehow reigns you in upon yourselves?

Max’s orgy of course only hit the headlines because an undercover journo joined in, filmed it and then gave the recording to the press. Max’s S&M party involved him and a number of prostitutes – except that one of them was actually a journo who was  only there to sting Max. Max is a consenting adult as was everyone at the orgy. No-one has produced any evidence that suggested that any of the prostitutes were coerced or trafficked. One of them was a PhD student who cheerfully and publicly defended Max. When Max refused to melt away, the only real problem that anyone was able to conjure up was that Max’s wife didn’t know about the orgy. That is a matter for Max’s wife to deal with, not the press.

There was of course a high profile press baron who had a great deal of sex with people to whom he was not married – Lord Rothermere, who owned the Daily Mail. Lord Rothermere was married to Patricia aka Bubbles, who in Aug 1992 died at her villa in Nice ‘from a heart attack after an overdose of sleeping pills’. Not only was Bubbles only 59, but Bubbles managed to gain possession of literally thousands and thousands of tablets, quite legally, which were found in her room after she died. These had been prescribed by Top Doctors – Bubbles had quite a few Top Doctors on tap, in Nice, in London and elsewhere as well. Bubbles’s inquest was performed by Dr Paul Knapman, an alumnus of St George’s Hospital Medical School, who for years was wheeled out to provide an innocuous explanation for suspicious deaths of high profile people. As ever, Knapman asked no questions about obviously worrying aspects to Bubbles’s death. The only Top Doctor of Bubbles’s who was named in the press who had been so liberal with the prescription pad was Douglas Rossdale, whose son is a celeb but not one known to someone of my vintage.

Bubbles died in Aug 1992. Five months after five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb – a few more were found dead in the following months (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs). If I was someone who cared about Bubbles, I would have asked a lot of questions about her demise.

The press claimed that Max’s orgy was ‘Nazi-themed’. This really pissed Max off, because Max is the son of Oswald Mosley who was of course the leader of the British Union of Fascists and Oswald did support Hitler. Max’s mum was Diana, originally Diana Guinness, then Diana Mitford. Oswald and Diana were interned in Holloway in 1940 but in 1943 were released by Home Secretary Herbert Morrison – Peter Mandelson’s grandfather. Diana made embarrassingly appreciative comments about Hitler which no-one in politics has ever forgotten. Max has had to live with that. Max sued for libel over the allegations that his orgy was ‘Nazi- themed’ and won.

Now lest we forget – Oswald Mosley was an elected Tory MP who defected to the Independent Labour Party. He and his first wife Cynthia were committed Fabians during the 1920s. Oswald Mosley was a relative of the Queen Mum – Gawd Bless ‘Er – and when he married Cynthia, the wedding guests included King George V and Queen Mary. Diana was his second wife and he married her at the home of Joseph Goebbels. Hitler was one of the guests.

So Oswald Mosley was friendly with both the Royals and Hitler and Mandy’s grandfather released him from prison. Who exactly is in a position to have a go at Max because of who his father was?

A great many people have had it in for Max ever since he won against a British newspaper in Court.

There was of course one UK newspaper who supported Oswald Mosley and the BUF – it was the Daily Mail. Anyone know about the headline ‘Hurrah For The Blackshirts?’ Mosley had a big following among young working class men in East London – the Battle of Cable Street in 1936 took place between the Mosleyites and the Jews. There were also quite a few aristos who supported Mosley – most of the Mitford family for a start. With whom Thatcher’s friend Baroness Jean Trumpington was mates with. Not many people were as complimentary about Hitler as Diana Mosley was, but a number of British politicians from across the political spectrum did meet Hitler, usually in attempts to prevent war. Including a man called Neville Chamberlain, who was Britain’s Conservative PM. King George VI was delighted that Chamberlain had done this, as were the cheering crowds who thronged through London in celebration.

King George VI issued a statement to the serfs: ‘After the magnificent efforts of the Prime Minister in the cause of peace it is my fervent hope that a new era of friendship and prosperity may be dawning among the peoples of the world’.

Most newspapers supported Chamberlain uncritically and he received thousands of gifts, from a silver dinner service to many of his trademark umbrellas. He must have felt a bit like Lilibet did when she reached her Silver Jubilee or indeed like Charles and Di when they had that Fairytale Wedding. After Di had the fertility tests, just to ensure that she was fit for purpose. As Not The Nine O Clock News quipped at the time ‘I am 19 and do not know what I am letting myself in for’.

The Daily Mail also seems to have forgotten that pre-WWII there was a great deal of anti-semitic feeling in Britain as well as in Europe. Furthermore in the 1930s politics in the UK was polarised – people joined the Communist Party in response to what they perceived to be the threat from facism and people joined Mosley’s party in response to what they perceived to be the threat from communism.

Some elements of the British press remained anti-semitic for a long time even after the horrors of the Holocaust. Nancy Astor – ‘the first woman to be elected as an MP’ (except that she wasn’t, but that’s for another history lesson) – had a real problem with Jewish people and even in the 1960s and 1970s the Astor family newspaper – the impeccably liberal Observer – would not employ Jews.

The Mail has produced images of documents which it maintains are racist leaflets handed out by Max in the early 1960s. Max claims not to remember them and has suggested that they might be forgeries. As someone who has had documents forged about me by both the GMC and Chester Court, I think that Max might well have a point.

The Mail frothed over the racist content of the leaflets. It is certainly true that no mainstream political party today would dare publish the sort of thing that is on those leaflets. Yet the contents of those leaflets reflect common ideas of the time eg. that immigrants would introduce contagious diseases – Top Doctors perpetuated that particular idea as well because of the high rates of TB among Pakistani immigrants, which was actually a consequence of poverty.

In Butetown, Cardiff in 1952 there was a famous miscarriage of justice which resulted in the hanging of Mahmood Mattan, a Somali man who had settled in Wales. He was described in the press as a ‘savage’ and his – white – wife was completely ostracised for decades. Mattan was cleared by the Appeal Court in 1998 who presumably had forgotten that he had been killed by the state and clearing him was a bit pointless.

In the 1964 General Election, Tory candidate Peter Griffiths was elected as MP for Smethwick after some of his supporters campaigned under the slogan ‘If you want a nigger for a neighbour vote Liberal or Labour’. Griffiths refused to dissociate himself from the catchy rhyme. Griffiths lost the seat in 1966 but was re-elected as Tory MP for Portsmouth North in 1979 and remained in that seat until 1997.

In the West Midlands in the 1960s and 70s it was considered to be electoral suicide to be seen as supporting immigration. Enoch Powell took a stance in the late 1960s and during the 70s which is now seen as nakedly racist but which gained him a massive following among the electorate as result and nearly destroyed the Tory Party when he got cross with them. When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, in 1990 I was told that ‘Enoch was right’ – by a young woman employed in medical research from an upper middle class family who had been to a public school, rather than by any Alf Garnett character.

Other examples of ‘shocking racism’ which I am sure that the Mail would now like to condemn include the experience of the mixed race family of a south Asian academic who moved to Llandegfan on Anglesey in the 1980s. The children were playing in the garden when they were told by some other kids that ‘you niggers shouldn’t be here’. It transpired that before the family had purchased this house in the solidly middle class village favoured by Top Doctors and university staff, a petition had done the rounds and had been handed to the previous owner, begging him not to sell the house to the nigger and his white English wife.

When I worked as a cleaner in the Bangor University halls of residence one summer in the mid 1990s, I heard the Orthodox Jews who had rented the halls for the summer described as ‘dirty Jews’. Which was quite ironic because when one considers Orthodox food preparation rituals, Orthodox Jews are a good deal less dirty than the rest of us.

 

In the light of the Daily Mail’s concern for sexual morality, perhaps they could explain why Sir David English – Editor of the Mail, 1971-92 and then Chairman of Associated Newspapers, the company which owns the Daily Mail – was a regular at parties thrown by George Carman QC, an alcoholic wife beater who knew about the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring, who was retained by Jimmy Savile, whose personal friends included bent police officers and gangsters and who successfully defended ‘Len Fairclough’ of Coronation Street fame when Fairclough stood trial for molesting two children, although Carman knew that he was guilty.

The Daily Mail knew about the criminal conduct on the part of the Top Doctors and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales as well – because some six years ago I e mailed them about it. I received a reply from a journo so I know that they received my e mail but I heard no more…

 

Now, rather than having a go at Max  and suggesting that he has genetically inherited the trait for being a Nazi (is it a dominant or a recessive gene?) – whom I doubt has perjured himself because he seems to have been quite upfront about that orgy – if the Daily Mail really does want to turn its attention to matters perjury and sexual shenanigans, they could do worse than revisit the doings of two people who were given flattering coverage in the Mail Online just a few days ago – Jeffrey and Mary Archer!

Jeffrey of course has served a prison sentence for perjury and there was evidence that Mary too perjured herself but there was no prosecution. Whereas Jeffrey is simply someone who gets forgiven a great deal by a great many people, Mary is is considered untouchable. On a guest appearance on Have I Got News For You in 2002 Ian Hislop was very rude about Jeffrey. Mary came over all sanctimonious when Hislop pointed out that the reason why so many politicians were behaving so badly was that Jeffrey got away with so much. Mary plaintively asked ‘would you like another free kick?’ and received a round of sympathetic applause. A BBC audience might have been appalled at a satirist making satirical comments about a member of the Lords who has lied, swindled and cheated throughout his entire career, but someone should have explained to them that Mary Archer is no victim.

 

Jeffrey Archer was born in London but when he was two weeks old his family moved to Somerset, eventually settling in Weston-super-Mare. Archer spent most of his early life there. His father William died in 1956 and was 64 years old when Jeffrey was born. Early in his career, Jeffrey gave conflicting accounts to the press of his father’s supposed – but non-existent – military career. Sadly William Archer was a bigamist, fraudster and conman, who impersonated another William Archer, a deceased war medal holder. Jeffrey’s father was at different times employed as a chewing gum salesman in New York and a mortgage broker in London – in the latter capacity he was charged at the Old Bailey for fraud offences. He absconded to America under the name William Grimwood whilst on bail.

In 1951, Archer won a scholarship to Wellington School, Somerset, not Wellington College, Berkshire, as Archer has claimed in the past. Archer’s mother, Lola, was employed as a journalist on the Weston Mercury, the local newspaper. Her column ‘Over the Teacups’ frequently featured Jeffrey, under the name of ‘Tuppence’. 

Tuppence left school with O levels in English literature, art and history. He spent a few years in a variety of different jobs, including training with the army and a short period with the Met. Later on Tuppence worked as a PE teacher first at a prep school in Hampshire and later at Dover College, Kent.

In 1963 Tuppence was offered a place at the Oxford University Dept for Continuing Education to study for a Diploma of Education. The course was based in the department – Tuppence became a member of Brasenose College. There have been claims that Tuppence provided false evidence of his academic qualifications to Brasenose in order to gain entrance eg. the apparent citing of an American institution which was actually a bodybuilding club. It has also been alleged that Tuppence provided false statements about three non-existent A levels and a U.S. university degree.  Tuppence’s diploma course only lasted a year, but he spent a total of three years at Oxford.

Tuppence was successful in athletics at Oxford, competing in sprinting and hurdling and becoming President of the Oxford University Athletics Club. Television coverage survives of him making a series of false starts in a 1964 sprint race, but he was not disqualified. He went on to run for England, and once successfully competed for GB.

Tuppence raised money for Oxfam, obtaining the support of The Beatles in a charity fundraising drive. The band accepted his invitation to visit the Principal’s lodge at Brasenose College, where they were photographed with Tuppence and dons of Brasenose, although they did not play there. Even as a student Tuppence was plagued with rumours of financial wrongdoing — fellow undergraduates were amazed that he owned houses and cars with personalised number plates while working part time as an Oxfam fund raiser.

After leaving Oxford, Tuppence continued as a charity fundraiser, initially working as Director General of the National Birthday Trust, a medical charity that promoted safe childbirth. He then joined the United Nations Association (UNA) as its chief fundraiser. The then Chairman of the UNA, Humphry Berkeley, alleged that there were numerous discrepancies in Tuppence’s expense claims whilst he worked at the UNA. 

Berkeley’s father, Reginald, was the Liberal MP for Nottingham Central, 1922-24, so he’ll have known David Lloyd George. The Lloyd Georges were a political powerful family for many years, remained hugely influential in north Wales until very recently and a number of their members were very close to the people who facilitated and concealed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Humphry attended Pembroke College, Cambridge and was President of the Cambridge Union Society and Cambridge University Conservative Association in 1948. His studies were interrupted when he was sent down for two years as a result of a practical joke in which he wrote hoax letters to public figures. Humphrey knew Rab Butler – who was Mr Tory Party for decades – Butler arranged a job for Humphrey at Conservative Central Office during this time. Butler advised Humphrey to keep the hoax letters and their replies safe, and publish them a quarter of a century later (they were published in 1974).

Berkeley set up a PR company. He was Director-General of the UK Council of the European Movement, 1956-57. In the 1959 he was elected as the Conservative MP for Lancaster. Berkeley served on the Parliamentary Assembly of the Western European Union and Council of Europe from 1963. Berkeley was a member of the  Howard League for Penal Reform.

Berkeley campaigned for homosexual law reform in the mid 1960s. In 2007 The Observer alleged that Berkeley was well known as a homosexual and was unpopular. Berkeley lost his seat in 1966, ascribing his defeat to the unpopularity of the bill on homosexuality that he had introduced.

Berkeley then became Chairman of the UNA. He employed Tuppence to organise the UNA’s flag day. Despite barely increasing the previous year’s total, Tuppence was promoted to organise a dinner at 10 Downing Street which raised over £200,000. Berkeley later accused Tuppence of making  false expenses claims whilst working for the UNA.

Some years ago the UNA organised a one day conference in north Wales on drug abuse and invited Dr Dafydd Alun Jones as a key note speaker. I made representation on the grounds that Dafydd was not an appropriate speaker and the material promoting the conference was misleading people as to Dafydd’s reputation and experience. I received a few aggressive e mails refusing to cancel the event or provide more accurate info re Dafydd, so I explained that I would therefore attend the event myself and distribute material providing details of the Mary Wynch case and other aspects of Dafydd’s career. The event was cancelled, but not before I received e mails and phone calls from someone involved with the UNA containing personal information about me which could only have been provided by Dafydd.

I later found out that the UNA conference was organised by someone who had been involved with the UNA for many, many years and who when she was young had been a personal friend of Megan Lloyd George. I understand that this lady may have been completely unaware of what Dafydd had been responsible for, but someone in the UNA will have known at least something about the controversy and complaint which has surrounded Dafydd for at least four decades.

By the time that Tuppence was employed by the UNA, Dafydd had his feet under the table at the North Wales Hospital and was involved in the serious abuse of vulnerable people.

In 1968 Humphry Berkeley resigned from the Conservative Party and joined the Labour Party in 1970. He joined the SDP in 1981 and in 1988 he rejoined Labour. The Govt’s of Ted Heath, Harold Wilson and Jim Callaghan all concealed the abuses at the North Wales Hospital and of children in care in north Wales and the associated criminality. Dr Death personally knew some of the Top Doctors who were involved.

In July 1966 Tuppence married Mary whom he met at Oxford whilst Mary was a chemistry student.

Tuppence began his career in politics at around the time he was involved with the UNA and served as a Conservative councillor on the GLC (1967–1970).

In 1969 Tuppence set up a fundraising and PR company, Arrow Enterprises. The same year he opened an art gallery in Mayfair. The gallery specialised in modern art, but lost money and Tuppence sold it two years later.

At 29, Tuppence was elected as the Tory MP for Louth in Lincolnshire, holding the seat for the Conservative Party in a  by-election in Dec 1969. The national Tory Party had concerns regarding Tuppence’s selection, specifically relating to the UNA expenses allegations made by Humphrey Berkeley. Berkeley tried to persuade Conservative Central Office that Tuppence was an unsuitable candidate. Tuppence brought a defamation action against Berkeley which kept the story out of the press, although a truncated version did appear in The Times. The case was eventually settled out of court, with Tuppence agreeing to pay the legal costs of around £30,000.

During his time as MP for Louth, Tuppence was a regular at the Immingham Conservative Club in the most working-class part of the constituency. Tuppence was on the left of the Conservative Party and rebelled against some of his party’s policies. In 1971, he employed  David Mellor, who needed money for his bar finals, to deal with his correspondence. He tipped Mellor to reach the Cabinet. David Mellor has been at the scene of many crimes. He was a junior Minister in the Home Office whilst Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophile gang in north Wales were allowed to break the law with impunity and their victims were stitched up for serious offences. Mellor was a junior Minister for Health, July 1988-Oct 1989, whilst the DHSS concealed serious criminality in the mental health services and children’s homes in north Wales. Mellor worked for Secretary of State Tony Newton – Newton was one of the Cabinet Ministers whom Alison Taylor, the whistleblowing social worker from Gwynedd, contacted directly about the abuse of children in care in north Wales. Mellor is one of those who in numerous roles ignored the activities of an organised criminal gang who killed witnesses.

In July 1992 Mellor was seriously embarrassed when his mistress Antonia de Sancha flogged her story. Mellor was later framed as a victim at the Leveson Inquiry when it was revealed that parts of de Sancha’s story were not true – I think the bit about Mellor having sex whilst wearing a Chelsea FC shirt was alleged to be untrue. Never mind Mellor, at least you didn’t spend years in a high security hospital after being sexually exploited by Dafydd and his mates and branded dangerous when you complained about it. Mellor left politics after becoming a national joke but found a new life as a DJ when LBC were daft enough to employ him.

In 1974 Tuppence was stung by a fraudulent investment scheme involving a company called Aquablast. He lost his first fortune and was left almost £500,000 in debt. Fearing bankruptcy, he stood down as an MP at the Oct 1974 General Election. By this time, Tuppence and Mary were living in a large house in an exclusive street in South Kensington which they were forced to sell.

While he was a witness in the Aquablast case in Toronto in 1975, Tuppence was accused of taking three suits from a department store. He denied the accusation for years, but in the late 1990s he finally acknowledged that he had indeed taken the suits, although he claimed that at the time he had not realised he had left the shop. No charges were ever brought.

Tuppence wrote his first book in the autumn of 1974, as a means of avoiding bankruptcy. The book was picked up by the literary agent Deborah Owen – Dr Death’s wife – and was published first in the U.S., then in Britain in the autumn of 1976. Dr Death became an MP in 1974, was a junior Minister in the DHSS, 1974-76, then a junior Minister in the Foreign Office, 1976-77 and then Foreign Secretary, 1977-79. A Radio 4 adaption of Tuppence’s first book was broadcast in the early 1980s, by which time Dr Death and the gang of four had made the Limehouse Declaration and hopeful people believed that Dr Death was on the way to being PM. Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was assisting the paedophile gang and sex traffickers in north Wales, really loved Dr Death. Brown observed that Wood was aligning himself with shits in his own profession once more. A BBC TV adaptation of Tuppence’s book was broadcast in 1990, by which time Dr Death had mercifully imploded.

In 1976 Mary  started lecturing in chemistry at Newnham and Trinity Colleges, Cambridge – she remained doing until 1988. So Mary caught the tail end of Mr Tory Party Rab Butler, who was Master of Trinity College, 1965-77. From 1984 to 1991, Mary was a Director of the Fitzwilliam Museum Trust in Cambridge.

In 1977 Mary became a Lloyds ‘name’.

In 1979 Tuppence and Mary purchased the Old Vicarage, Grantchester, a house associated with Rupert Brooke. Every summer, Tuppence and Mary host a lavish garden party in the grounds to celebrate their wedding anniversary. By the early 1980s Tuppence was back in a comfortable financial position and began to hold shepherd’s pie and Krug parties for those to whom he thought it was worth ingratiating himself at his London apartment, which overlooks the Thames and Parliament.

‘Kane and Abel’ (1979) proved to be Tuppence’s best-seller. Like most of Tuppence’s early work it was edited by Richard Cohen. It was made into a TV mini-series by CBS in 1985. The following year, Granada TV screened a 10-part adaptation of another Tuppence bestseller, ‘First Among Equals’. Granada have done Dafydd and the paedophiles many a favour – over years they studiously avoided reporting anything at all about them, even on flagship investigative programmes such as ‘World In Action’.

As well as novels and short stories, Tuppence wrote three stage plays. The first opened in 1987 and ran at the Queen’s Theatre in the West End for over a year. The next one was not well received and closed after a few weeks. Tuppence’s final play opened at the Theatre Royal, Windsor in Sept 2000, before transferring to the Theatre Royal, Haymarket in the West End in Dec 2000. 

In 1988 Kathleen Burnett accused Tuppence of plagiarising a story that she’d written. Tuppence denied doing any such thing, claiming he’d simply been inspired by the idea.

In 1988 Mary Archer joined the Council of Lloyds Insurance Company, becoming Chair of the Lloyds Hardship Committee the following year.

Tuppence’s political career revived in the 1980s and he became a popular speaker among the Conservative grassroots. He was appointed Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party by Thatch in Sep 1985. Tebbit – the Party Chairman – had misgivings, as did others, including Willie Whitelaw and Ted Heath. I am wondering whether like a few other people, Tuppence had found out about the Westminster and Whitehall figures who were abusing children and the lengths to which people at the very top of every major political party were going to conceal this. By 1985, Tebbit, Whitelaw and Heath were all deeply compromised in that they knew about serious criminality. Whitelaw was in it up to his eye-balls, he had been frankly blackmailed by campaigners for a fourth Welsh language TV channel over his concealing of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see posts ‘The Cradle Of Filth’ and ‘A Bit More Paleontology ‘). Lord Wyn Roberts twisted Thatcher’s arm over exactly the same matter in order to achieve the Welsh Language Act (see post ‘The Cradle Of The Filth’). Tuppence taking a leaf out of their book would explain why he bagged the role of Deputy Chairman in the face of opposition from the grandees.

During his tenure as Deputy Chairman, Tuppence was responsible for a number of embarrassments, including claiming during a live radio interview that many young, unemployed people were simply unwilling to find work. At the time, unemployment in the UK stood at a record 3.4 million. Tuppence was later forced to apologise, saying that his words had been ‘taken out of context’.

Tuppence resigned as Deputy Chairman in Oct 1986 due to a scandal caused by an article in The News Of The World, ‘Tory boss Archer pays vice-girl’, which claimed that Tuppence had paid Monica Coghlan, a prostitute, £2,000 through an intermediary at Victoria Station to go abroad.

Two months after Tuppence was exposed in the News Of The World, I was unlawfully arrested and detained by Dafydd at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see posts ‘How I Arrived At Denbigh’ and ‘Behind The Scenes – At The North Wales Hospital Denbigh’).

After Tuppence resigned as Deputy Chairman of the Tory Pary, Peter Morrison took over the role. Morrison was the MP for Chester and a member of the paedophile gang which was facilitated by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and others and was operating in north Wales/Cheshire. A number of leading Tories from that era including Edwina Currie, Rod Richards and Gyles Brandreth have confirmed that Morrison’s activities were well-known, openly gossiped about and that Thatcher was explicitly warned about what he was doing.

It seems that sending victims of and witnesses to those involved with the Westminster Paedophile Ring abroad was the accepted way of doing things in the 1980s. I knew of two students at Bangor University who, like me, found out some of what was happening – one went to America after Wood’s wife, who was a lecturer in the University, arranged matters and Wood tried to coerce the other one into emigrating to Australia and even arranged a job there for her, although the thought terrified her (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Wood became very angry when this young woman became distressed and refused to be transported to the other side of the world. Down in south Wales, George Thomas aka Lord Tonypandy paid a man who had been abused by him to begin a new life in Australia (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

God knows how much of this was going on if I personally knew of two students on the same degree as me at Bangor who were identified as needing to be dealt with in this way.

Shortly after The News of the World story broke, the Daily Star ran a story alleging that Tuppence had paid for sex with Coghlan, something that The News Of The World had been careful to avoid stating . Tuppence responded by suing the Daily Star. The case came to court in July 1987. Explaining the payment to Coghlan as the action of a philanthropist claiming that he had been ‘duped’ by her and set up by the News of the World, Tuppence won the case and was awarded £500,000 damages, a record amount in a libel action at the time. The action cost Express Newspapers – which owned the Daily Star – more than £1 million. Tuppence’s Counsel was Robert Alexander QC.

Now here are a few Interesting Facts about Robert Alexander. Alexander was born and died in areas with long standing paedophile rings which resulted in serious criminal activity in the 1980s – Staffordshire and Lambeth. Alexander went to Brighton College – the old school of Keith Best, a barrister and the Tory MP for Ynys Mon, 1979-87, who in his capacity as a junior Minister in the Welsh Office concealed the paedophile and sex trafficking gang operating in north Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Best was a Brighton Borough Councillor, 1976–80. John Allen, who owned and managed the Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales where children were severely abused, also owned brothels in Brighton to which he trafficked children in care from north Wales. Allen is now serving yet another prison sentence for abusing children. After his election, Best was driving when his car was involved in an accident resulting in the death of his personal assistant. Best was cleared of responsibility.

In Sept 1987, Best was sentenced to four months’ imprisonment for fraud in relation to his application for BT shares and was fined £3,000. On 5 Oct 1987, the Court of Appeal released him but increased his fine.

Peter Morrison was appointed as Energy Minister with responsibility for oil in June 1987 (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’) – the month before Tuppence hit the jackpot at the libel trial. During this month, the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal was at its height. This provided a most useful distraction from the child abuse and criminal activities in north Wales at a time when Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were all raising concerns and producing evidence of serious criminality (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Two of the leading lights in the paedophile gang in north Wales – Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth – had previously worked in Gateshead and Dr Neil Davies and Professor Bob Woods, two colleagues of Dafydd’s, had worked in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne before they joined Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). Lord John Walton, President of the GMC, 1982-89 (whilst complaints about Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd poured in but no action was taken) and the BMA 1980-82, provided an umbrella for Dafydd et al for years – John Walton was Mr Newcastle Medical School (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

In Jan 1987 Alison Taylor, the whistleblowing social worker from Gwynedd, told Thatcher that she had witnessed children in care being abused in north Wales. In March 1987, David Gillinson was imprisoned for gross indecency against a boy in care in north Wales. Gillinson was a leading light in the Chester branch of CHE (the Campaign for Homosexual Equality). A number of people alleged that the branch was a front for paedophilia.

Whilst Tuppence was hamming it up in Court, the north Wales mental health services attempted to frame and imprison me for ‘stabbing a doctor’ – Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission colluded with this (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’). Shortly after, Dafydd tried to threaten and then bribe me  into dropping my complaints – Brown was listening in to the phone call and wrote to Gwynedd Health Authority about the matter. He did not receive a reply. The attempt to fit me up for trying to stab someone failed but the police did bring a public order charge against me and an ‘expert opinion’ was supplied by Dr James Earp, a forensic psychiatrist in Leicester. Earp concealed the criminal actions of Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘An Expert From England’). At the time, Earp and his colleagues were concealing the abuse of children in Leicestershire, with which Frank Beck and Greville Janner were involved (see post ‘Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals’).

In Oct 1987 DCS Gwynne Owen, who had been given responsibility for investigating the assaults on children in north Wales which Alison Taylor had reported, submitted a second report to the CPS regarding Alison, saying that ‘there is every likelihood…she will manipulate others in the future to make similar complaints’. Every mental health patient whom I knew in north Wales who complained about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ associates was branded ‘manipulative’. I later discovered that the same word was used to describe the kids in care who complained about being abused. Even the whistleblower was manipulative.

Those poor put-upon paedophiles and gangsters – all they had was the full force of the Gov’t and the security services in the face of these manipulative bastards who were complaining about being beaten up, sexually assaulted, fitted up and wrongfully imprisoned…

Alison was sacked from her job as a social worker with Gwynedd County Council in Dec 1987. The Director of Gwynedd Social Services was Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.

Robert Alexander was Chairman of the Bar Council, 1985-86. He was given a peerage in July 1988. In July 1988 Elizabeth Butler-Sloss submitted her whitewash regarding the extent of the horror which was the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’) which was a useful distraction to complaints that there was serious criminality in north Wales involving organised child abuse.

Robert Alexander was Chairman of the NatWest Bank, 1989-99 and the President and Chair of the Marylebone Cricket Club – from which Tuppence was suspended for 7 years in 2002 in the wake of his conviction for perjury . Robert Alexander sat on the Wakeham Commission – John Wakeham had been Secretary of State for Energy whilst Peter Morrison was a Minister in that Dept.

Robert Alexander was Chancellor of Exeter University, 1998-05. Sir Steve Smith, the VC of Exeter University, was appointed in 2002. Smith had previously been Senior PVC at Aberystwyth University and whilst he was in post there was a great wailing and a gnashing of teeth. Aber had for years been churning out law graduates who provided great assistance to the paedophile gang once those law graduates had embarked on careers as lawyers and judges, but when Sir Steve started giving out the orders, Aber really hit the buffers.

In the wake of Smith being appointed VC  at Exeter, Professor Edzard Ernst became involved in a dispute with Prince Charles regarding complementary medicine. Edzard had a nasty habit of conducting rigorous research which demonstrated that homeopathy and a number of other complementary therapies were clinically ineffective. Charles’s Secretary Sir Michael Peat pressurised the University to discipline Ernst for being a competent scientist who refused to fabricate his results. Edzard was investigated by the University and cleared but was then frozen out by the University authorities. Fundraising for his unit ceased and the unit was gradually strangled. Edzard took early retirement, but he now maintains an excellent website exposing bad science.

Edzard’s book ‘A Scientist In Wonderland’ provides a full account of what Exeter University did to him when Charles got cross.

In 2012, Sir Steve Smith – together with the Vice-Chancellor of Plymouth University – announced the demerger of Peninsula College of Medicine and Dentistry and the establishment of the University of Exeter Medical School and the Plymouth University ‘Peninsula’ Schools of Medicine and Dentistry. That institution is collaborating in the research fraud that is Professor Mark Williams’s Mindfulness – Williams discovered the miracle of Mindfulness when he worked in Bangor with the paedophile gang in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Some of the leading lights in patient abuse in Gwynedd at that time such as Keith Fearns are thanked and cited in Williams’s work. Mark Williams denied a holocaust on the level of David Irving.

For details of my own experiences with Sir Steve’s Medical School, please see post ‘NHS Chief Executive Collapses In Court After Being Spared Jail’.

Meanwhile photos of Steve appeared in the Times Higher at social events with a glass of champagne in his hand accompanied by quotes from students telling the readers what a great bloke he was. It’s quite easy to get students to do this, you just select undergrads who aren’t working with people like Edzard Ernst and supply them with nibbles and booze and then you send Steve along to do his man of the people bit and sink a bit of alcohol in front of the students and they leave happy. The same sort of tactics can be employed when it’s time for the students to fill in their National Student Survey forms, you feed them pizza and chocolate brownies and then give them the forms to complete.

Brown tells me that the technique works with external inspectors as well – but it takes a little bit more skill than with the undergrads. You’ve got to give the inspectors a good lunch, but you mustn’t make it too good or it looks like you’re trying to bribe them. I’m sure that Sir Steve has it down to a fine art.

I’m happy to tell those readers who don’t work at the coal face in universities that Laurie Taylor’s Poppleton University column in the Times Higher doesn’t begin to capture the insanity which has been inflicted upon universities since Blair and Lord Adonis had a few brainwaves.

Laurie Taylor’s son Matthew was Blair’s policy advisor.

Some years ago Bangor University received a gift from Exeter University in the form of Professor Hilary Lappin-Scott, a fighter for gender equality. Hilary nearly destroyed Bangor in the short time that she was there and was such a wrecking ball that people seriously wondered if she was being paid by a rival institution to damage Bangor. Hilary left after a major disagreement with the VC whose institution probably wouldn’t have been still standing if she had remained at Bangor much longer. She then re-appeared at Swansea University. Since Hilary’s arrival, the students at Swansea have protested, senior staff have resigned and the Business School almost imploded. But Hilary has won an award for being an inspirational woman and has had her photo taken with Princess Anne. For the details of Hilary’s time at Bangor, see post ‘News Round-Up, March 16 2017’.

In 1990, the corrupt barrister George Carman – who knew about the paedophile gang in north Wales/Chesire as well as about the politicians and Whitehall mandarins who were abusing children and who was retained by Jimmy Savile (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’) – acted for businessman Rolf Schild in a libel case against Express Newspapers. Carman lost against Robert Alexander QC, who was acting for Express Newspapers. Judge Sir William Mars-Jones upheld an appeal against Carman. Despite Carman’s defeat – and Carman was a barrister whom it was alleged hated losing – Carman remained good mates with Sir John Junor, the Editor of the Sunday Express and they enjoyed a good lunch together shortly after Carman lost the appeal.

As for William Mars-Jones – he was a farmer’s son from Denbighshire who hit the big time and was President of UCNW (Bangor University), 1982-95), whilst Gwynne the lobotomist and Dr DGE Wood the corrupt GP worked in the Student Health Centre, facilitating the sex trafficking gang. Not only that, but whilst Mars-Jones was President, both the Depts of Social Work and Psychology at UCNW contained staff who had worked with the paedophile gang and trained people who then worked with the paedophile gang after they graduated. Other people in UCNW were associated with the paedophile gang as well and yet more people in the institution knew about it all and were keeping schtum. Dafydd himself exerted considerable influence over UCNW and the Principal Sir Charles Evans who had worked as a neurosurgeon in Liverpool knew what was going on but wasn’t that concerned (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

William Mars-Jones intimidated everyone in north Wales what with being based in London and spending his time troughing in the Garrick with lawyers and judges (see post ‘A Big Umbrella’). The Garrick is also very popular with thespians – Tuppence basked in the light of his success in West End theatres…

I have retold the tale of the 1990 case involving Carman, Alexander, Rolf Schild, John Junor and Express Newspapers because it illustrates something that I have become acutely aware of whilst researching for this blog – that where this bunch are concerned, deals were very obviously done behind closed doors which were not always for the benefit of the client who thought that they had purchased legal representation. If any of the parties involved had knowledge of Thatcher’s mate or any of the others who were having sex with children or of victims and witnesses who were being found dead, it was that which provided the focus for the horse-trading.

 

The Presiding judge over the libel trial, Mr Justice Caulfield, was quite taken with Tuppence’s bird. When instructing the jury, Justice Cocklecarrot commented: ‘Remember Mary Archer in the witness-box. Your vision of her probably will never disappear. Has she elegance? Has she fragrance? Would she have, without the strain of this trial, radiance? How would she appeal? Has she had a happy married life? Has she been able to enjoy, rather than endure, her husband Jeffrey?’

Cocklecarrot then went on to say of Tuppence, ‘Is he in need of cold, unloving, rubber-insulated sex in a seedy hotel round about quarter to one on a Tuesday morning after an evening at the Caprice?’.

There is evidence to suggest that Tuppence most certainly was, despite the elegant, fragrant Mary. Cocklecarrot made derogatory comments about every aspect of Monica, including her ‘green leatherette suit’. Monica was actually doing a roaring trade in London at the time – as of course was John Allen, using the boys from the children’s homes in north Wales which had ended up in his clutches thanks to Dafydd and Lucille – so there clearly was no shortage of men with money to spend who were quite keen on the idea of green leatherette suits and other things. Furthermore, as many commentators mentioned at the time, men do not use prostitutes because the missus is too fat and ugly to get a man. Like those bloody feminists.

Cocklecarrot did and said a few other strange things in that trial as well. After the jury had begun their deliberations, Cocklecarrot recalled them after admitting to 12 ‘inaccuracies and mistakes’ in his summing up, following written representation from the defence Counsel. Cocklecarrot’s conduct was described as ‘extraordinary’ by many observing lawyers. Cocklecarrot also expressed his deep gratitude to the jury after they had to endure a whole three week trial and excused them from jury service for 15 years. Which reminds me of the Peter Cook quip re the biased judge modelled on Jeremy Thorpe’s trial ie. ‘now you must retire – as must I’.

If I suggested that the jury might have discovered that their bank accounts were so flush in the wake of that trial that they’d never have to work again anyway, no doubt someone would sue me for libel.

Nearly all information about Cocklecarrot  has disappeared from the internet.

As for Monica who was roundly insulted by Cocklecarrot – she was born in Greater Manchester in 1951 and suffered a troubled childhood, leaving school at 15. After leaving home Monica was the victim of a violent sexual attack and forced to leave her flat. She was working as a prostitute at 17, and in the next 18 years was convicted of shoplifting, possession of cannabis and prostitution and served two prison terms. In 1985 she had a son, Robin, and moved into a small bungalow in Rochdale. For most of the week she cared for her son alone following the death of her partner – it was her partner’s death which prompted Monica to return to prostitution – and at weekends Robin was left with neighbours or relatives whilst Monica worked as a prostitute in London.

Monica picked Tuppence up at Shepherd Market in Mayfair in Sept 1986. Aziz Kurtha, an Indian businessman, saw them together and sold the story to the News of the World. Monica did not know who Tuppence was when she met him – she said that he told her he was a car salesman. Rather than print the unverified story, the News of the World decided to organise a ‘sting’ by getting Coghlan to ask Tuppence for money to stay silent. On 24 Oct 1986, the News Of The World filmed and audiotaped Michael Stacpoole, a representative of Tuppence, giving Coghlan £2,000 in £50 notes on Platform 3 of London’s Victoria Station to leave the country.

Coghlan received £6,000 for her part in the newspaper sting and was initially reluctant to take part at all. Many journalists who worked on that story were convinced that she was telling the truth. Monica stood by her story until her death. In court Monica was in tears, distressed at the ordeal to which she was being subjected. Accused of lying by Robert Alexander QC, Monica replied: ‘He’s the liar…. Just because he’s got power and money…I might be a prostitute, but I’ve never harmed anybody, okay, I’ve just survived all my life. He knows that it’s him, he knows it’.

Monica stopped working as a prostitute after the trial and worked as a bingo caller, but Rochdale continued to associate her with prostitution and scandal. She later said that ‘Jeffrey Archer took everything away from me, I lost my home, my dignity, my self-respect, and any hope of a future’.

Whilst Justice Cocklecarrot, Tuppence and Mary were busy in Court, I was living in Leicester with Brown. I was still trying to get some answers out of the north Wales mental health services so I wrote constantly. I had become so frustrated at the threats, the harassment, the criminality and the obvious naked corruption that a lot of my letters contained satirical comments. I had been following Tuppence’s trial and in one of my letters to Alun Davies – one of the corrupt managers of the mental health services in north Wales – which I wrote shortly after the trial ended, I made a reference to Aziz Kurtha, who had commented that if one lies with dogs one will catch fleas. Many years later after my lawyer served a High Court injunction upon the North West Wales NHS Trust to force them to release my files which they had unlawfully witheld, I found copies of all the letters that I’d written, including the letter in which I referred to Tuppence’s trial and Aziz Kurtha. Guess what? Someone had underlined my comments about Tuppence’s trial and Aziz Kurtha’s evidence…I could find no reference as to who had done this or why they had done it, but it was very obvious. I of course did not receive a reply to my letter which was dealing with serious matters, but what had really bothered someone was my interest in the adventures of Tuppence and the man who had taken the evidence against him to the tabloids.

Without knowing that this had happened, because my letters about serious criminal misconduct were going unanswered at about this time I rang the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in an attempt to speak to Dafydd himself. I was being fed what were obvious lies by his secretary – ‘he’s not here’, ‘we don’t know where he is’, ‘we don’t know when he’ll next be here’ – and I got so fed up that I said ‘well tell him I’m speaking to a tabloid newspaper tomorrow’ and I put the phone down. Twenty minutes later the phone rang and Brown answered it – Brown handed me the phone saying ‘that worked a treat, it’s Jones…’

So it was!

Poor old Jones – he still couldn’t find it in him to answer my questions and investigate my complaint, all I got were more attempts at bribery and corruption…

Tuppence – do you know anything about any of this???

Although Tuppence and er indoors claimed they were a normal, happily-married couple at the time of the trial, according to the journalist Adam Raphael they were living largely separate lives. Lloyd Turner, the editor of the Daily Star, was sacked six weeks after the trial by the paper’s Chairman David Stevens. On 27 March 1987 – two months before the trial -Stevens had been given a peerage. Stevens sat as a Tory until 2004, then defected to UKIP.  Raphael found proof that Tuppence had perjured himself at the trial, but his superiors were unwilling to take the risk of a libel case. The News of the World later settled out of court with Tuppence, acknowledging they, too, had libelled him. David Montgomery, the former Editor of the News of the World, admitted to the Star libel jury that the story ‘implied’ that Tuppence had sex with Monica. 

Rupert Murdoch owned the News of the World. By the time that Tuppence was suing people for libel and Montgomery was admitted to libelling Tuppence when he hadn’t, Montgomery had been promoted by Murdoch to the post of Director of News (UK) Limited, a subsidiary of News International.

Tuppence’s mate Thatcher and Murdoch had a symbiotic relationship – Thatch passed laws enabling Murdoch to break the print unions and in return Murdoch ensured that Thatcher carried on winning elections. When Montgomery left Murdoch’s employment Murdoch became Chief Executive of Mirror Group plc, in the wake of Cap’n Bob going overboard. (Am I really the only person who believes that Cap’n Bob was not the sort of man to kill himself, even if he had stolen the pension fund and knew that he was about to be caught?) Not only was Montgomery related to the Lloyd George clan by marriage, but he was a big mate of Amanda Platell. Platell was William Hague’s Press Officer, 1999-01 – which covered the period of the publication of the Waterhouse Report when Hague anticipated being in need of as many friends in the media as possible. For details of Montgomery, Platell and Platell’s people, see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’

Lord Stevens Chaired United Newspapers for many years – the company was founded by David Lloyd George. In 1996, United Newspapers took over MAI, the consortium which formed Meridian Broadcasting in 1991 – in 1994 the company brought Anglia Television. By 1994 Mary Archer was a Director of Anglia Television. Mary was a non-executive Director of Mid Anglia Radio plc, 1988-95, which I think was also part of Meridian.

In 1988 Mary Archer joined the Council of Lloyds Insurance Company, becoming Chair of the Lloyds Hardship Committee the following year.

When Saddam Hussein suppressed Kurdish uprisings in 1991, Tuppence, along with the Red Cross, set up the charity Simple Truth, to fund raise for the Kurds. In May 1991, Tuppence organised a charity pop concert starring Rod Stewart, Paul Simon and Gloria Estafen, who all performed for free. Tuppence claimed that his charity had raised £57,042,000, though it was later revealed that only £3 million came from the Simple Truth concert and appeal. The rest was from aid projects sponsored by the British and other governments, with significant amounts pledged before the concert. The charity would later result in further controversy.

In Feb 1991 HM Lilibet knighted Peter Morrison. I was sitting in Springfield Hospital at the time facing serious charges as a result of the perjury of those in the north Wales mental health services.

By May 1991 allegations of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Thatcher’s Ministers were flying and had appeared in the London-based press. Police investigations were underway but repeatedly failed to find any evidence.

By May 1991 I had been hounded out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School, whose staff – along with the staff of Springfield Hospital the associated mental health unit – had colluded with the criminal activities of Dafydd, Tony Francis (Dr X) and Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…). My best friend from school who knew what had happened to me in north Wales and had wanted to make a documentary about it had been unlawfully dismissed from her job at the Royal Television Society. Her husband worked at the BBC in London and was told that they would ensure that he ‘never worked in this town again’. Shortly after, he was transferred to Manchester and was then made redundant. Another of my housemates from my days at Bangor was gradually being forced out of his job with a pharmaceutical company in Kent.

At the same time I was fighting further battles with the north Wales mental health services as they repeatedly tried to imprison me – although their own lawyers and the MDU knew that they had perjured themselves (see post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’). By March 1991 I was back living near Bethesda – yet cases against me were being heard in London and on one occasion in the spring of 1991 I was even summoned to the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand.

On 7 May 1991 Yorkshire Television screened ‘The Secret Of Castle Hill’, a documentary about the abuse of children in a school in Shropshire for which the headmaster Ralph Morris was imprisoned (see post ‘The Mentor’). Yorkshire Television had originally planned to make a film about the abuse of children in north Wales and even filmed Alison Taylor in Sept 1989 for the documentary. In Feb 1990 Yorkshire Television abandoned the documentary about north Wales in favour of one about Castle Hill. Between June 1987-July 1990 Peter Morrison was Minister of Energy with responsibility for oil. Unbeknown to me, even though I was working in London at the time, in April 1989 Tony Francis, Lucille Hughes et al in collaboration with the Welsh Office and the Mental Health Act Commission were carrying out a plan to have me declared dangerous and incarcerated in a secure hospital. The plan’s grand finale took place in Oct 1989 when Dr Chris Hunter, a forensic psychiatrist of whom I had never heard let alone met, held a case conference about me in north Wales, declared me ‘extremely dangerous’ and offered everyone a court report about me – not that I was under arrest or facing any charges (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

On 30 May 1991 the Report into the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal was published – this Report condemned the abuse of children which had occurred but went nowhere near to admitting the extent of the criminality involved or the number of people who colluded with it (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).

On 15 March 1992 dawn raids were carried out on properties in the Wrexham area and 17 people were arrested, all of whom were former or serving staff of Bryn Estyn. Everyone arrested but four was released without charge by the end of the day. Police claimed that no evidence of child porn or a paedophile ring had been discovered. Of the four charged, only three were ever convicted – some three years later.

Having previously been rejected for a peerage, Tuppence finally became Lord Tuppence on 27 July 1992. On 9 April 1992, John Major won the General Election – the nation had a choice of three potential PMs, Major, Kinnock and Paddy Pantsdown, all of whom knew about Westminster figures abusing children and the carnage in north Wales as a result of silencing witnesses. Peter Morrison stood down as an MP at that election. Days later five witnesses to the paedophile ring which didn’t exist in north Wales were killed by a firebomb which was thrown into a flat in Brighton whilst they attended a party there (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Days later the man who had allegedly confessed to starting the blaze was killed when he was hit by a lorry on a quiet country road. One party goer who survived claimed that witnesses to the wrongdoing in north Wales were being murdered. He was later found dead after giving evidence against John Allen in court, days before he was due to receive a payment from the Criminal Injuries Compensation Board.

A whole batch of people received peerages in 1992 – including John Wakeham, Peter Morrison’s former boss – and virtually all of them had played a role in concealing the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

PM John Major recommended Tuppence for a peerage because of Tuppence’s role in aid to the Kurds. Tuppence and Major had been friends for some years. Major had been a junior Health Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t when the barrel of shit in north Wales was being concealed by Ken Clarke (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Major had worked in the DHSS as a Minister whilst Trumpers was a Health Minister, when Trumpers appointed Jimmy Savile to the management team of Broadmoor – although it was actually Trumpers’s colleague Edwina Currie who took the rap for it years later. Savile’s mate Alan Franey, the former Assistant General Manager of Leeds General Infirmary, was appointed CEO of Broadmoor. Whilst Savile was in post, two female patients killed themselves as a result of his abuse of them. During Major’s time at the DHSS, Brian McGinnis was the Whitehall mandarin responsible for mental health and high security hospitals – McGinnis was later banned from working with children (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).

In a speech in Oct 1993 at the Conservative conference, Tuppence urged Home Secretary Michael Howard, to ‘Stand and deliver’, saying: ‘Michael, I am sick and tired of being told by old people that they are frightened to open the door, they’re frightened to go out at night, frightened to use the parks and byways where their parents and grandparents walked with freedom … We say to you: stand and deliver!’. Tuppence then attacked violent films and urged tougher prison conditions to prevent criminals from re-offending. He criticised the role of ‘ do-gooders’ and finished off the speech by denouncing the opposition party’s law and order policies. This was a time when Tuppence was actively seeking another front-line political role.

At the same conference John Major launched his Back to Basics campaign. If any of those old maids of whom Major was so fond had been cycling to church in the mist after having witnessed the wrongdoing of Dafydd they’d have been run over and killed in yet another uninvestigated hit and run.

In 1993 I was prosecuted at Bangor Magistrates Court for staring at a social worker, Jackie Brandt, in Safeways – the original allegations were that I had yelled and sworn at her, but once in the witness box Brandt started crying and admitted that she’d told a pack of lies. Brandt attempted to have me arrested on another two occasions as well and many years later when I was leaving a dentists in Bangor, Brandt’s husband started yelling and shaking his fist at me in front of a packed waiting room. There were never any investigations into Brandt or her husband but there were a lot of investigations into me.

Mary Wynch – who had some years previously successfully sued Dafydd and the Home Office after she was unlawfully arrested, imprisoned and then detained in the North Wales Hospital for a year – was stuffed over and ruined by Michael Howard and the Home Office in 1994 (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

In Oct 1993 Ron Davies was appointed Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron had previously been an education advisor for Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority whilst that Authority failed to act on complaints of school teacher John Owen sexually abusing his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). In Oct 1998 Ron resigned as Secretary of State for Wales after he was caught with his trousers down in the company of a male prostitute called Boogie – just as Blair was about to inflict him on Wales as First Secretary (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). After Ron was exposed – so to speak – people came crawling out of corners in south Wales saying that he was a deeply unpleasant man and that his visits to gay massage parlours from which he returned ‘looking relaxed’ were common knowledge.

It was at the time that Ron became Shadow Secretary of State for Wales – his big break – that two witnesses to child abuse and criminality condoned by the authorities in north Wales had their lives wrecked as described in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’.

On Question Time in Jan 1994, Tuppence said that 18 should be the age of consent for gay sex, as opposed to 21, which it was at the time. Tuppence though was opposed to the age of consent for gay men being 16.

It was at this time that Robert Kilroy-Silk presented a debate regarding the age of consent for gay sex on his show. The most dreadful bunch of bigots had been invited on, including a Top Doctor who told a lot of lies – he came out with the old myth of ‘ooh you don’t find homosexuality in the animal kingdom’. Oh yes you do, I spent my teenaged years in Somerset marvelling at gay animals – in particular a lesbian sheepdog who belonged to a neighbouring farmer. That dog, called Lassie no less, was notorious and the teenaged boys in the area constantly obsessed about Lesbian Lassie. All rural kids come across gay animals so where this Top Doctor had been all his life I do not know. The one person who opposed the sea of bigotry was Edwina Currie who was also a guest. I wasn’t a fan of Edwina’s, but she was pretty good on that occasion. So I wrote to her – and I received an immediate reply. Which was a very much better response than whenever I wrote to anyone about the criminal conduct of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Guess what happened within a couple of weeks of me writing to Edwina and complimenting her on her Kilroy appearance? Dafydd was invited onto Kilroy as a guest! Just as the complaints rained down from livid, damaged patients about Dafydd – complaints which were never investigated – and the demands for a Public Inquiry into the alleged paedophile ring in north Wales grew louder and louder. Then Dafydd turned up repeatedly on the TV – the Vincent Kane Debates, on BBC Wales, on S4C, all providing Dafydd with free publicity (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

Dafydd was a graduate of Liverpool University Medical School and had an extensive network on Merseyside, which went back years (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Kilroy-Silk had previously been a lecturer in Liverpool University and then a Labour MP on Merseyside. When Kilroy-Silk was an MP he was mates with John Golding, the then Labour MP for Newcastle-under-Lyme, a man who knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘News From Sicily’).

In Jan 1994, in her capacity as a Director of Anglia Television, Mary attended a Directors’ meeting at which an impending takeover of Anglia Television by MAI, which owned Meridian Broadcasting, was discussed. The following day, Tuppence bought 50,000 shares in Anglia Television, acting on behalf of a friend, Broosk Saib. Shortly after this, it was announced publicly that Anglia Television would be taken over by MAI. As a result, the shares jumped in value, whereupon Tuppence sold them on behalf of his friend for a profit of £77,219. The arrangements that he made with the stockbrokers meant he did not have to pay at the time of buying the shares.

An inquiry was launched by the Stock Exchange into possible insider trading. The DTI, headed by Michael Heseltine, announced that Tuppence would not be prosecuted due to insufficient evidence. His solicitors – Tuppence was represented by Lord Mischon – admitted that Tuppence had made a mistake, but Tuppence later said that he had been exonerated.

Victor Mishcon was a member of the Wolfenden Committee on homosexual law reform in the 1950s. He was a Councillor for Lambeth throughout that Council’s various incarnations, 1945-67. Investigations into the organised abusive of children in the care of Lambeth found that there was endemic sexual abuse of children in care stretching back to the late 1940s which was known about by Councillors but ignored. Mishcon was given a peerage in 1978 by Jim Callaghan. Who, along with his Gov’t, had concealed the abuse of children in care in north Wales and elsewhere. Callaghan knew that George Thomas, a south Wales Labour MP who later became the Speaker of the House, was molesting children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Mishcon was the Labour Home Affairs Spokesman in the Lords, 1983-90 and Shadow Lord Chancellor, 1990-92. Obviously a good mate of Kinnock’s then! The Kinnock who, along with his wife, knew all about the abuses in north Wales – the Kinnock who was at university with Tony Francis… (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

Lord Mishcon’s company acted for Diana during her divorce from Charles.

Tuppence and Mary were now towering figures in Cambridgeshire society. In 1993, Mary was appointed a non-executive Director of Addenbrookes Hospital NHS Trust, a role in which she remained until 1999, when she became Vice-Chairman. She remained in that role until 2002, when she then became Chairman of Cambridge University Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust (incorporating Addenbrookes and Rosie Hospitals), a role she retained until 2012.

Mary and Tuppence knew the dreadful Baroness Trumpington – Trumpers -and her husband Alan Barker. Trumpers is an aristocrat of no ability who constantly screws up on a major scale but made it into the Lords and then into Ministerial office as a result of her friendships with the rich and powerful, as well as all the shit that she had on them. Trumpers is about the only survivor of the Cliveden Set – she was a regular there along with the Russian spies, the call girls and the Royal Family (see posts ’95 Glorious Years’ and ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

Trumpers began her political career in the Cambridge Tory Party and was well established there by the time that Tuppence and Mary began their social climb. Trumpers was involved with Addenbrookes alongside Mary. Trumpers’s husband had been Douglas Hurd’s tutor at Eton and Trumpers was given a Gov’t post as a result of this – a post in which Trumpers cocked up and caused offence. Trumpers herself has been honest enough to admit that she owes her whole political career to her friend Thatcher, who elevated her to the peerage although the only real job that Trumpers had previously held was that of a shop assistant in Peter Jones decades previously – from which she was sacked after colluding with someone who regularly relieved the shop of expensive goodies.

Trumpers involved herself with criminal justice and the welfare of vulnerable people including single mothers, children and psychiatric patients. It was Trumpers who as a junior Health Minister gave Jimmy Savile his job on the management Board of Broadmoor. Keith Laverack, a senior manager of Cambridgeshire Social Services, went to prison for child abuse in 1997 (see post ‘The Mentor’). Trumpers sat on Social Services Committees when she was based in Cambridge. For details of Trumpers’s background and the shameless nepotism and concealing of wrongdoing which resulted in her elevation to high office, see post ’95 Glorious Years!’.

 

In 1999 the affair that Tuppence had with actress Sally Farmiloe became public and in July 2001 the Indie published allegations that Tuppence and his wife had always had an open marriage.

In 1999 – once the Waterhouse Inquiry had finished hearing evidence from the witnesses who, if they were former kids in care in north Wales were aggressively cross-examined by barristers acting for the people who had abused them and the institutions which spent years concealing the abuse, called liars and trashed in every way possible – Tuppence had been selected by the Conservative Party as candidate for the London Mayoral Election of 2000.  Tuppence had the support of Thatcher, Major and Hague. Hague – who when he was Secretary of State for Wales had orchestrated the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry – described Tuppence as a man of ‘probity and integrity’. Eight Conservative ex-Cabinet Ministers who had been in office during the Thatcher and Major Governments wrote to The Daily Telegraph in support of Tuppence’s candidature.

However, on 21 Nov 1999 the News Of The World published allegations made by Ted Francis, a former friend of Tuppence’s, that Tuppence had committed perjury in his 1987 libel case. Tuppence withdrew his candidature the following day. After the allegations, Tuppence was disowned by his party. Conservative leader Hague explained: ‘This is the end of politics for Jeffrey Archer. I will not tolerate such behaviour in my party.’  On 4 Feb 2000, Tuppence was expelled from the party for five years.

On 9 Feb 2000 the Waterhouse Report was submitted to Paul Murphy, the Secretary of State for Wales, who told everyone that he was ever so grateful that the truth had been revealed and that no cover-up had taken place. Although one hell of a cover-up had taken place and all the witnesses knew this, just to be on the safe side Alun Michael – the First Secretary who had been imposed on Wales by Tony Blair lest anyone chose Rhodri Morgan – resigned immediately that the Report was handed in anyway.

In Sept 2000, Tuppence was charged with perjury and perverting the course of justice during the 1987 libel trial. Ted Francis was charged with perverting the course of justice. Simultaneously, Tuppence starred in a production of his own courtroom play staged at London’s Theatre Royal Haymarket.

The perjury trial began on 30 May 2001. Monica Coghlan had died on 27 April 2001. On 26 April 2001, drug addict Gary Day crashed a stolen Jaguar S-type into Coghlan’s Ford Fiesta outside Huddersfield, West Yorkshire. Day, 32, had robbed a pharmacy for drugs, then hijacked two cars using a fake pistol: first a Peugeot taxi, which he crashed into a parked Land Rover, then the Jaguar from a motorist who had stopped at the first crash scene to help. Coghlan’s car was catapulted over a wall. She lay in the wreck for an hour and had to be cut out of the wreckage through the car roof. She died from her injuries the next day in a hospital in Leeds, aged 50. Day admitted manslaughter and was sentenced to life imprisonment at Bradford Court by Judge Norman Jones on 6 July 2001. Ben Crosland was Counsel for the defence.

There had been previous allegations that Gary Day had been trying to get himself back in prison. He had convictions going back to 1980 and told police that he had never passed a driving test.

The beauty of a fatal accident caused by a ne’er do well with drug problems and a terrible criminal record is that no-one asks too many questions, even when the fatality is a key witness in a forthcoming high profile trial in which Tuppence will be in the dock and who died after the crash in a hospital in a region in which Jimmy Savile and his mates ran the NHS.

Furthermore if the fatality is someone like Monica who has had a hard life, brushes with the law and can be dismissed as ‘that type of person’, the death is just attributed to her ‘lifestyle’. This was the explanation given for every death of a former child in care or psych patient in north Wales – every one of whom had evidence of very serious wrongdoing by the professional middle classes and sometimes politicians and celebs. What people missed was that once someone fell into the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles, they were fitted up for offences, hounded out of jobs and often made homeless. When I first encountered Dafydd I was a postgraduate student who had never been in trouble with the law in my life. Within three years Alun Davies referred to ‘your type’ when he spoke to me – well yes, I’d been illegally imprisoned in psychiatric hospitals twice, fitted up for crimes that I hadn’t committed, forced out of my job and someone had made a number of attempts to set fire to my house.

As a result of the activities of the paedophile gang of which Peter Morrison was a member, I gained a great deal of knowledge about my type. And I know exactly why so many of them ended up in prison or dead. And Fatty Davies might be interested to know that it was unrelated to their genes, to their intelligence, lack of formal education or indeed long term mental health problems. It was because they were being killed to stop them talking.

You Fatty were a thick as pigshit NHS clerk from George Thomas’s part of the world who ended up landing jobs that you could not do and should never have been given because you were involved in serious organised crime. I am delighted that you do not categorise me as being of your type, I’ll stick with my type thanks and I’ll carry on blogging about what you did to us.

Three people in my circle who were witness to the criminality in north Wales were killed in car crashes. The first one was my house mate at university who was killed in 1985 whilst she was driving along a country lane in Shropshire. A car travelling on Anne’s side of the road went straight into her. Anne was killed and her former boyfriend Geoff who was a passenger was left brain damaged and paralysed. The man who smashed into Anne escaped with a broken arm. He was never prosecuted and there was no investigation. Anne died after Dr DGE Wood yelled at me to leave north Wales and forget about everything that had happened there. Just before that, Wood told me that he always knew Anne’s car when he saw it because it was a white beetle with transfers of black choughs on the doors. We lived near the same village as Wood.

The second person was killed in 1995 when he was hit by a car near Bethesda when he was walking along a road one evening. This young man was witness to Gwynedd Social Services, the North Wales Police, a Gwynedd County Councillor, the mental health services, the North Wales Housing Association and the Bethesda GPs colluding to conceal a number of cases of child sexual abuse being perpetrated by different members of the same family as well as the removal of a baby from the care of his father who was another witness to the abuse – on the basis of false allegations of abuse. The full details of this story can be read in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’.

The third person was the adult son of a former neighbour of mine near Bethesda who knew the details of the same case. He crashed his lorry one evening – no other vehicles were involved, he was known to be a safe and competent driver and the accident was attributed to heavy rain. The dead man also had knowledge of a people trafficking racket which his own brother had been involved with.

Shortly after Brown’s brother accompanied me on a visit to the North Wales Hospital where as ever Dafydd wasn’t available and no-one knew when he would be, Brown’s brother was hitching outside a motorway service station when a car with young men in whom he did not recognise drove straight at him. He literally jumped into a bush next to him which saved his life. He later emigrated after another few attempts were made on his life.

Not that one has to be dispossessed to find oneself in a fatal car accident about which questions are never answered. It can even happen to a Princess who’s been staying at the Paris Ritz and whose chauffeur-driven car meets a white Fiat Uno whilst travelling through a tunnel at a high speed. The coroner who conducted the final inquest on Di and Dodi to stop all the bellyaching once and for all was Lord Thomas Scott Baker. It was the first inquest that Thomas Scott Baker had ever done – there’s nothing like beginning at the top is there. Scott Baker had spent many enjoyable years working as a judge in the family courts and in 1995 imprisoned Susan Brooke, one of Dafydd’s victims, in a case that raised so many questions that only Dafydd could have been at the centre of it (see posts ‘So Whose Path Had Susan Brooke Crossed?’,’More On The Susan Brooke Case’ and ‘Update On The Cases of Susan Brooke And Sara Thornton’).

Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary spent a lifetime at Buck House as a Lady-in-Waiting to HM Lilibet.

 

Ted Francis claimed that Tuppence had asked him to provide a false alibi for the night that Tuppence was alleged to have been with Monica Coghlan. Angela Peppiatt, Tuppence’s former personal assistant, also claimed Tuppence had fabricated an alibi in the 1987 trial. Peppiatt had kept a diary of Tuppence’s movements, which contradicted evidence given during the 1987 trial. Andrina Colquhoun, Tuppence’s former mistress, confirmed that they had been having an affair in the 1980s, thus contradicting the claim that he and Mary Archer had been ‘happily married’ at the time of the trial.

Tuppence never spoke during the trial, though his wife Mary again gave evidence as she had done during the 1987 trial. On 19 July 2001, Tuppence was found guilty of perjury and perverting the course of justice at the 1987 trial. He was sentenced to four years’ imprisonment by Mr Justice Potts. Ted Francis was found not guilty. Prominent journalists admitted to having accepted Tuppence’s hospitality after he was convicted.

Those who were named as having attended Tuppence’s parties included Thatch, Major, Tebs, Ken Clarke, Andrew Rawnsley and Simon Hoggart.  Guests were described as ‘politicians, editors, political editors’ and others including celebs and archbishops even. No-one admitted to remembering seeing Peter Morrison at Tuppence’s knees-ups, but as Morrison dined regularly with Thatch and her family, I can’t imagine that Tuppence would have forgotten to send him an invitation.

Robin Oakley, the BBC’s Political Editor, went on holiday with Tuppence.

Colquhoun’s and Peppiatt’s evidence at Tuppence’s Old Bailey trial made it quite clear that Tuppence and Mary really did not experience the sort of domestic bliss that Justice Cocklecarrot conjured up in 1987 as he spluttered about green leatherette suits.

Andrina Colquhoun was Tuppence’s mistress for eight years. Colquhoun was raised amid the aristocracy, trained as a fashion photographer, appeared in gossip columns and is said to have attended 300 parties in her debutante year. On the night that Lord Lucan disappeared, Colquhoun was waiting for him at the Clermont Club. They had been due to dine together. In police interviews she insisted they were not lovers; she said she did not want to become involved with a married man with children. This was not something with which she concerned herself when she met Tuppence in 1979, while working for Terence Conran as his PA.

According to Angela Peppiatt – who I will come to shortly – she was his ‘live-in London person’, one half of the double life that saw him in London Monday to Friday before returning to Mary at Grantchester at weekends. In 1982 Tuppence appointed Colquhoun as his PA in response to rumblings in the gossip columns.

In 1984, when promotion to Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party beckoned, Tuppence dumped Colquhoun, saying he needed to ‘tidy up his life’. He gave her his BMW and number plate, ANY 1 – and then went back on his word to Mary and Thatch by continuing to see her.

In 1999, when news broke of Ted Francis’ false alibi Colquhoun was ‘horrified’ to find herself at the centre of the storm. She was by then married to Robert Waddington whom she met in 1985 while the affair with Tuppence was in full swing.

Ted Francis said his alibi was intended to conceal a Tuppence dinner with Colquhoun from Mary. In his resignation statement Tuppence said he had been with a female friend, ‘whose identity is known to the News of the World’. Andrina was named in all the papers the next day.

At the Old Bailey Andrina said she had been in Greece with Waddington when Tuppence said he was with her.

Angela Peppiatt was Tuppence’s PA before and during the 1987 libel action against the Star. Peppiatt was deeply entwined in the conspiracy that Tuppence hatched to win the case, but for 14 years she kept silent about the lies and deceptions she had carried out on his behalf. When police investigating Ted Francis’ allegations approached her in Dec 1999 she fessed up. Peppiatt was the key prosecution witness.

 Peppiatt was hired by Tuppence in 1985. Tuppence was a busy bee with politics and novels, property and theatrical interests, a wife, a mistress and other girlfriends. Peppiatt ran Tuppence’s diary, organised other staff, paid bills from a ‘picnic basket’ of signed chequebooks, wined and dined political and business contacts, bought presents for his girlfriends and lied on his behalf to his mistress and his wife.

She helped Tuppence manufacture trial statements by researching TV schedules so he could pretend he was at home watching TV when he wasn’t, and organised payments to Stacpoole, who was banished to Paris during the 1987 libel action. Peppiatt maintained that: ‘You don’t say no to Jeffrey. You’re either part of his team, or you’re out.’ Tuppence turned to Peppiatt when he decided to forge a diary when he was under pressure to produce one. However, Tuppence was unaware that Peppiatt took copies of the forged documents and wrote a statement detailing her actions. She also kept other documents.

Peppiatt enjoyed a generous salary and expenses and wrote out a £10,000 bonus for herself six months after she forged the diary. She claimed to be ‘deeply ashamed’ in court. Tuppence and his accountants knew what she was doing and tolerated it. But in the winter of 1987 Tuppence stopped her bonus, salary and expenses cheques and accused her of spending money on gifts for herself. Peppiatt quit the job.

Following Tuppence’s conviction, a number of people asked why Mary wasn’t facing perjury charges as well. It can only have been because Justice Cocklecarrot fancied a bit of that and anyway folk like Mary don’t go to prison even if once in a blue moon their husbands do. If Mary had have gone to prison, she would have been in danger of being visited by her mate Trumpers, who was a prison visitor.

Tuppence was initially sent to Belmarsh, a Category A prison, but was moved to Wayland, a Category C prison in Norfolk on 9 Aug 2001. Despite automatically qualifying as a category  D prisoner given it was a first conviction and he did not pose serious risk of harm to the public, his status as a category D prisoner was suspended pending a police investigation into his Kurdish charity. Tuppence was transferred to  the open prison North Sea Camp in Oct 2001. From there he was let out to work at the Theatre Royal in Lincoln and allowed occasional home visits.

Media reports claimed he had been abusing this privilege by attending lunches with friends, including former Education Secretary Gillian Shephard. In September 2002 Tuppence was transferred to a Category B prison, Lincoln. After three weeks, he was moved to the Category D Hollesley Bay in Suffolk.

During his imprisonment, Tuppence was visited by a number of high-profile friends, including actor Donald Sinden and Barry Humphries aka Dame Edna. On 9 Oct 2012, Donald Sinden celebrated his 89th birthday and his retirement after 30 years as President of the Royal Theatrical Fund with a celebration lunch for 350 guests at the Park Lane Hotel, London. Tuppence conducted the charity auction and a tribute letter from HM Queen Lilibet was read out. Julian Fellowes delivered a speech. Sinden’s funeral in 2014 was attended by Judi Dench, who is Patron of the St James’s Singers, the choir of which Robert Bluglass and his wife are members. Tuppence read the eulogy. Sinden had been a member of the Garrick since 1960.

In Oct 2002, Tuppence repaid the Daily Star the £500,000 damages he had received in 1987, as well as legal costs and interest of £1.3 million. 

On 21 July 2003, Tuppence was released on licence from Hollesley Bay after serving half of his sentence. He remained a peer, there being no legal provision through which his title or indeed he could be removed. Tuppence also retained membership of the Lords, which did not then have the power to expel members.

When Tuppence was released on licence, I was on bail for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ after I’d told his secretary that he was a fat idiot. Davies told anyone who would listen that I would be receiving a 7 year prison sentence. It all kicked off in 2002 and the case circulated around the north Wales courts for nearly two years and resulted from numerous mental health staff in north Wales lying in police statements. The case collapsed on the first day of the trial when the prosecution withdrew the allegations and accepted that I had indeed simply told Davies’s secretary that he was a fat idiot. There was no investigation into anyone for conspiracy to pervert the course of justice. I was told later that the prosecution changed their mind about putting me on trial after a member of staff at the Hergest Unit came forward with evidence that they had witnessed the plan to frame me and stated that if the trial went ahead they would go public on the abuse of patients at the Hergest Unit.

Huw Daniel, the Presiding judge, was clearly livid when the threats to kill charge was dropped and roared and bellowed his way through the rest of the hearing. Daniel sentenced me to more than 100 hours of community service and issued a legally invalid court order banning me from NHS premises in Gwynedd. He also claimed that Alun Davies and his family were ‘victims’ of mine. I only even knew that Davies had a family because of allegations circulating around north Wales that Davies was securing his relatives positions in the regional NHS through nepotism. For details see posts ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’ and ‘Behind The Scenes Regarding Those Legal Happenings’.

Whilst on community service I met a few more people who had been fitted up and heard much about the wrongdoing of Huw Daniel, as well as about a solicitor in Caernarfon whom it was alleged was abusing children with the full knowledge of the police and the rest of the legal profession (see post ‘Discussions On The Minibus – And A Revealing Letter’).

Years later, I discovered that after the court case, someone had unlawfully amended the PNC and recorded a conviction of ‘violent disorder’ against me. A certificate of indictment had also been forged by someone in Chester Court stating that I had pleaded guilty to this offence. I wrote to the North Wales Police legal services division more than a year ago about this but nothing has been resolved. Although I had no idea that my criminal record had been forged, Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust knew all about it years ago, but Martin hasn’t told me HOW he knew about it.

In March 1997 there was a trial of a paedophile ring underway at Chester Crown Court. One of those later imprisoned was Keith Laverack, a senior manager for Cambridgeshire Social Services. The Presiding Judge lifted reporting restrictions despite police concerns that this would threaten the rest of the investigation (see post ‘The Mentor’). That judge was Huw Daniel.

As Samantha Fox might have said in 1984, ‘ere what is it with Huw Daniel ‘elping paedophiles?’

Would you like to tell us Huw?

Huw Daniel was the prosecuting Counsel in the 1985 case of the Rev Emyr Owen – a Minister from Tywyn, who was both gay and a bit more honest than this bunch of shites – when Emyr was framed and imprisoned for a series of offences involving the penises of corpses for which there was absolutely no evidence and which would have been a physiological impossibility anyway (see posts ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’ and ‘Updates, Common Themes And News, May 5 2017′).

After a lifetime of service on the endemically corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, Huw Daniel was appointed Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd! In this capacity, Huw Daniel organised a lunch for HM Lilibet when she visited Gwynedd a few years ago. Daniel booked the Management Centre at Bangor University for the occasion and one of my friends was working there at the time. He told me that Daniel was the most ridiculous bully and boar and that he was constantly on the phone blustering at them all. Huw – not only did I hear all about it, but you were a source of entertainment because whilst you were organising HM Lilibet’s lunch, my office in a neighbouring building was decorated with newspaper headlines, satirical photos etc of YOU!!!

After Lilibet’s visit, a number of ignoramuses of that parish complained bitterly that the University authorities had not made more of Lilibet parking her bum in the Management Centre for 60 mins whilst she was on her way  to the main event in Llandudno and how disgusting it was that the VC had not participated in the ritual photocall. I wondered if it was at all related to the fact that Gwynedd’s biggest paedophiles’ friend was accompanying her whilst dressed up like General Pinochet. You fucking fool Daniel, half of Bangor University knew about you trying to fit me up on behalf of a paedophile gang.

Let’s hear it for the British judiciary!

Huw Daniel’s father was J.E. Daniel, theologian and preacher, a legend in his own lunchtime, or at least that lunchtime which his son shared with Lilibet. J.E. Daniel became Chairman of Plaid Cymru 1939, holding the position until 1943. In 1946, Daniel was appointed as an inspector of schools, with special responsibility for classics and religious education. Now that would have been an interesting job at a time when a whole host of religious leaders were concealing child abuse in a region with one hell of a problem in that sphere. J.E. Daniel died as the result of a road accident in Flintshire in Feb 1962.

CRASH! Although how that was managed I don’t know, J. E. Daniel would have been about the only man with a car on the road at that time…

J. E. Daniel was an academic at the Bala Theological College. The father of Alun Ffred – former AM for Caernarfon (later renamed Arfon) and at present Chairman of Plaid – and Dafydd Iwan was associated with Bala Theological College. Dafydd Iwan is the former leader of Gwynedd County Council and was President of Plaid, 2003-08. Dafydd Iwan is famed for his folk songs. Offerings include ‘Carlo’, a derogatory ditty about Prince Charles written to celebrate the Investiture in 1969, ‘Saesneg yn Esensial’, a satire on the English language being prioritised above Welsh and ‘Ciosg Talysarn’, a number about the phone box in Talysarn which was reputed to be bugged by MI5. Ever the freedom fighter, Dafydd Iwan also wrote a tribute song to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones!

I have explained in previous posts how it has now been admitted that the security services were concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well as Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s part in it. All phone boxes were being bugged in north Wales – including the one at Rachub, which was used by me to keep Brown etc updated on what was happening to me and by another resident of that village to repeatedly make representation to Gwynedd Health Authority, to the North Wales Police and to Crimestoppers, about the criminal activities of Dafydd Alun Jones but whose pleas for help were ignored.

On one of the many occasions that I found myself in the cells at Bangor Police Station after having been arrested upon the demands of the paedophile gang, the cells were packed after a near riot had occurred in Bangor. The aggro was because a folk singer had been arrested after the police planted an incendiary device on his property. Initial rumours named Dafydd Iwan as being the man who was fitted up by the British state. It was actually Bryn Fon.

Why would the British state have ever wanted Dafydd Iwan taken out of action?

 

While in prison, Tuppence wrote a three volume memoir. His prison term also served as inspiration for nine short stories.

In July 2001, shortly after Tuppence was jailed for perjury, Scotland Yard began investigating allegations that millions of pounds had disappeared from his Kurdish charity. In 1991, Tuppence had claimed to have raised £57,042,000. In 1992, the Kurdish Disaster Fund had written to Tuppence complaining: ‘You must be concerned that the Kurdish refugees have seen hardly any of the huge sums raised in the west in their name’. Kurdish groups claimed little more than £250,000 had been received by groups in Iraq.

The British Red Cross commissioned  a KPMG audit which showed that no donations were handled by Tuppence and any misappropriation was ‘unlikely’. Thank God for that, or Tuppence and the Red Cross could have been in trouble there. Nonetheless KPMG could find no evidence to support Tuppence’s claims to have raised £31.5 million from overseas governments. The police said that they would launch a ‘preliminary assessment of the facts’ from the audit but were not investigating the Simple Truth fund.

In 2004, the Gov’t of Equatorial Guinea alleged that Tuppence was one of the financiers of the failed 2004 coup against it, citing bank details and telephone records as evidence. In 2009, Tuppence said: ‘I am completely relaxed about it. Mr Mann [Simon Mann, the English mercenary leader of the coup] has made clear that it’s nothing to do with me.’ In 2011, Mann, who was jailed in Equatorial Guinea for his role in leading the failed 2004 coup but was released on humanitarian grounds in 2009, told The Daily Telegraph that his forthcoming book, ‘Cry Havoc’, would reveal ‘the financial involvement of a controversial and internationally famous member of the British House of Lords in the plot, backed up by banking records.’ Mann claimed that documents from the bank accounts in Guernsey of two companies Mann used as vehicles for organising the coup, showed a ‘J H Archer’ paying $135,000 into one of the firms.

Mann was forced to remove some of the text from his book by his publisher, but he did speak to the Guardian about the coup attempt in 2013. Another person involved with that attempted coup was a man known to his friends as Stinker – Sir Mark Thatcher. Stinker had financed the helicopters that were to be used in the overthrow attempt – he was convicted in a South African court, fined $500,000 and given a 4 year suspended prison sentence. Simon Mann maintained that not only did Stinker play a much bigger part in the attempted coup than Stinker ever admitted but Stinker’s mother was right behind the plan. Mann maintains that he went to visit Thatch at her house in Belgravia and she likened the planned coup to the development of the Docklands in the 1980s – everything and everyone had to go. Mann also claimed that Thatch was trying to persuade he and Stinker to support a plan to overthrow Hugo Chavez.

 

In Feb 2006, on Andrew Marr’s Sunday AM TV programme, Tuppence said that he had no interest in returning to front-line politics and would pursue his writing instead.

Since 2010 Tuppence has written the first draft of each new book at his villa in Majorca.

Between 2005 and 2008, Mary led a pioneering NHS-funded initiative to create patient decision aids for patients with localised prostate cancer (or BPH). She was founder director of Cambridge University Health Partners, 2009–2012 and was Deputy Chairman of ACT (Addenbrooke’s Charitable Trust) from 1997-2015. She is currently leading a group to create an online PDA and information/advice for bladder cancer patients in Addenbrooke’s Hospital and across the Anglia Cancer Network.

Mary became Dame Mary in the 2012 Birthday Honours for services to the NHS.

In late 2013, Tuppence was diagnosed with prostate cancer. He underwent a successful operation to remove his prostate in Dec 2013 at Addenbrooke’s Hospital, Cambridge, and subsequently made a full recovery. In 2010, his wife, Mary, had been diagnosed with bladder cancer and in 2011 Mary had her bladder removed. She appears to have made a full recovery.

Mary is Chair of Imperial College Health Partners’ Expert Advisory Board, and a Trustee of the UK Stem Cell Foundation. In 2014 she joined Hydrodec Group plc as a non-executive Director. She remains a fellow of Newnham College, Cambridge and is a visiting Professor at Imperial College, London. She has been an honorary fellow at St Anne’s College, Oxford since 2013. She serves on the DTI’s energy advisory group and a Committee to ‘promote science’.

Shortly after I wrote my recent blog post about the fraud that I witnessed whilst I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign and how I recently discovered that my work has appeared with Professor Nicola Curtin’s name on it, a lady at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Medical School of whom I had never heard until a few days ago and who most definitely was not part of the project that it is claimed that she worked with me on (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK), Tuppence and Mary appeared in the Mail Online. Tuppence explained how important it is for men to Get Tested and that he had no symptoms of prostate cancer at all but he Got Tested and bugger me, he found that his PSA levels were through the roof, so he’s had his prostate removed and he’s thankful for that.

When I read this my first thought was that Mary had wreaked a Terrible Revenge upon Tuppence – it was Mary who ordered Tuppence to Get Tested and if Tuppence has had his prostate removed he’ll be impotent and doubly incontinent. That’s worth putting up with if you really do have cancer, but Mary Archer will know that there is great concern over the PSA test, because it is throwing up a lot of false positives. It has been admitted that men with benign prostatic hypertrophy – which affects nearly all men as they get older – have been told that they had cancer when they didn’t and have been given needless surgery which has done damage.

But another thought has occurred to me.

Mary is involved with Imperial College. Those people whom I witnessed participating in research fraud and misconduct at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School/CRC are now leading lights at Imperial College and in cancer research (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ described what I believe was a major research fraud committed by the late Dame Julia Polak – who worked at Hammersmith and then at Imperial. Polak was the person with the worst reputation at Hammersmith in terms of dishonesty, ruthlessness and plagiarism. Polak subsequently became famous as a result of what I believe was a massive fraud and established a huge charity on the basis of it all.

Mary is leading prostate cancer initiatives.

Tuppence has lied and lied throughout his career – he went to prison because he lied in court. It was later demonstrated that Mary knew that Tuppence was lying when she backed him up and people were curious as to how Mary had avoided a charge of perjury herself. Tuppence and Mary will say pretty much anything if they will benefit from it.

Has Tuppence REALLY had his prostate removed? Has Mary even had her bladder removed as claimed? They both seem to have made miraculous recoveries, as did dear old Dame Julia. I think more questions should be asked about Tuppence and Mary’s miracle cures and their outstanding NHS treatment at a time when the NHS was demonstrated to be a very flawed beast – particularly as the medical miracles were such good adverts for Mary’s career.

Has she elegance? Has she fragrance? Mary might not be clad in a green leatherette suit, but it was the lady in green leatherette who was telling the truth in 1987.

CRASH! There’s one problem solved.

 

 

BBC News Online has recently reported on the Australian migrant children and how there ‘demands for justice’ for them and requests that they be paid compensation. Last century large numbers of disadvantaged kids from the UK – frequently from inner London, but from other places as well – were removed from their families and sent to Australia, often simply because they were in serious poverty. Their parents were told of the wonderful new life that their children would have in Australia – this was still happening in the 1970s, but people stress that it happened ‘in the 1950s’. Numerous kids were abused sexually and physically in their new ‘homes’ in Australia. The authorities in the UK knew that this was happening but kept a firm lid on it until very recently. Once the abusers had all died. Now what does that remind me of?

‘Justice and compensation for the victims.’ How can there be justice when the crimes have been committed and were committed with the knowledge of the British state? Compensation? Most of the folk involved are now elderly. What are they supposed to spend the compensation on – a good funeral, Kray-like with posh horses whose manes have been plaited pulling a grand coach containing the coffin?

Professor Alex Jay is determined to get to the truth. So that’s why Dame Mary is sitting on a Gov’t Committee ‘promoting science’, why my friends are dead and why I have a forged criminal record which no-one will investigate.

 

Now that I have blogged even more about the way in which people in Westminster destroyed Wales, I’ll just repeat something that Johnny Rotten said as he appeared on stage at the Brixton Academy back in the 1970s:

‘Hello London – how the fuck are you?’

Don’t even tempt me to take a leaf out of the book of Sid Vicious a la that film clip of him gunning down the crowd and leaving behind screaming chaos as he departed…

Just A Language Divide?

I was an undergrad at UCNW (now Bangor University) between 1981-84.

When I arrived to study at Bangor in Oct 1981 I knew very little about Welsh politics or the battles over the Welsh language. I was aware that there was a struggle going on because the English media had of course reported on the Meibion Glyndwr firebombing campaign and I remember that an insulting letter had been published in (I think) the Daily Telegraph asserting that absolutely no-one spoke Welsh any longer, that the demands of Welsh language campaigners were fatuous nonsense and a manifestation of ‘extremist’ politics. A furious response was elicited from north Wales and I remembered that someone – a Council leader or Mayor or someone in some such position – had appeared on TV presenting his case in Welsh. There were a lot of Welsh teachers at my school in Somerset but nearly all of them were from south Wales and I can only think of one from the north who probably spoke Welsh.

When I went for my interview at Bangor I wandered around the town and was able to report back to everyone in Somerset that yes, they do speak Welsh, I heard it in every shop that I entered and it really was not a case of ‘we went in a pub where they were all speaking English but as soon as we went in they started speaking Welsh’. I also noticed the graffiti all over Top College screaming ‘English Go Home’ – there were slogans in Welsh as well, but obviously I didn’t know what they said. However I did manage to work out what the notices insisting on ‘Dim Smygu’ meant and my translation was confirmed when I heard Welsh people reiterating the instruction as ‘dim smocio’.

When I arrived at Bangor to live and study, the bad feeling between some Welsh speaking students and the rest of the college could not be missed. The student newspaper was reporting on a huge punch-up that had taken place the term previously, in which a student from south Wales had been chucked through a window in the Students Union by a group of students from north Wales. The man who had gone through the window had been trying to intervene in a dispute between a group of Welsh speaking students and English students. The man from south Wales had told the Welsh speakers ‘I’m Welsh too’ – he was informed that ‘You’re not fucking Welsh’ and was thrown through the window.

One of the halls of residence was a Welsh speaking hall and it was made quite clear that if non-Welsh speakers crossed the threshold we’d be thumped. In terms of student protests, all the action took place at the Welsh speaking hall – at one point the students conducted quite an impressive sit-in which lasted a long time. They were sustained by food and essentials being delivered to them through the upper floor windows by their mates who had set up a system using ropes and pulleys. From time to time groups of Welsh speaking students would tour the university and tear down every notice that was written in English.

After a while I learnt that there was rather more to what was going on than was made public. Rats! It’s ‘that woman’ (as Dafydd used to refer to me) again – she’s been digging…

I found out that students had applied to live in the Welsh hall because understandably they liked the idea of living in a Welsh speaking environment – but that the hall was dominated by a small group of complete bastards of whom all the other students were terrified and who were making their lives a misery. The bastards were alleged to be out of control and one of them – I think that they were all male – was seriously violent. The non-bastards lived in fear of being seen socialising with us. The Welsh students had their own Students Union – it was above the Belle Vue pub – and they would not set foot in our Students Union. The rule was enforced by a three line whip from the bastards and a kicking would be applied to anyone defying orders.

Years later I discovered that the Principal of UCNW, Sir Charles Evans – Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate, who was kind enough to allow so many people involved in the facilitating of a paedophile and sex trafficking gang to set up home in the college – was perceived to have handled the grievances of the Welsh speaking students so badly that his intransigence had made the situation much, much worse. Charles Evans had grown up in north Wales, was a Welsh speaker himself, went to Shrewsbury School and then to Oxford University. He had worked as a neurosurgeon in Liverpool (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Charles Evans was one of the 1953 conquering heroes of Everest – the leader of the Everest expedition was Lord John Hunt who worked for the security services and later became the Commander of Sandhurst (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy’) – and took the view that the best way of doing things was to do what you wanted and bloody well ensure that the rest of the world did what it was told. This no doubt stood him in very good stead when he was climbing mountains and it probably helped when he developed multiple sclerosis as well, but it wasn’t the best way of managing a university whilst employing some of your mates who were running a paedophile gang.

I have mentioned previously that in 1979 the problems at UCNW were so severe that Dafydd Wigley, the then MP for Caernarfon, demanded that Shirley Williams, then then Secretary of State for Education, hold an inquiry into the management of the college. It didn’t happen and the chaos and unhappiness continued. It would of course all have been brought to an end if anyone had blown the whistle on the paedophile gang which were supplying children to civil servants and politicians, some of which would soon hold office in Thatcher’s Gov’t. But no-one did because they were all so bloody compromised, Shirl and Dafydd Wigley included.

Not only did I find out that the Welsh speaking students were boycotting the English Students Union, but they were also refusing to use the Student Health Centre – the Health Centre which was run by Dr DGE Wood and employed Gwynne the lobotomist, who were facilitating the paedophile gang. By 1983/84, the Welsh students were going so apeshit about the Student Health Centre that they were demanding the sacking of DGE Wood. Wood was furious – his story was that they were ‘Welsh extremists’ and wanted him out because he didn’t speak Welsh. From what I know about matters north Wales, that is often the excuse used to demand someone’s removal when there is a rather bigger problem which no-one dares actually admit to. It can be used to remove someone honest who is in danger of uncovering a barrel of shite – but it is also used to remove someone causing serious problems who is enjoying the protection of the highest echelons and cannot be removed any other way. What if some of those Welsh students knew about the paedophile gang and Wood assisting Dafydd and Gwynne into forcing young women into prostitution? The issue between the Welsh students and the Student Health Centre COULDN’T have really been language – Gwynne, like Dafydd, was from north Wales, spoke Welsh and made a great pretence of defending all things and all people Welsh. The Student Health Centre nurse Liz Stables was from Anglesey and her first language was Welsh – she too staunchly defended everything Welsh.  Things got so bad that the University dispatched Liz up to the Welsh Students Union in an attempt to get them to drop their opposition to Wood and tempt them into the Student Health Centre. They did not succumb.

Wood was completely shafting English students who did not know about Dafydd and Gwynne and their dreadful reputation. Whilst giving every pretence of being a sensible rather conservative old fashioned GP, Wood sent certain students whom he targeted into the hands of a brutal sex trafficking gang, at a time before the general public were ever aware that such practices existed in the UK. He then systematically wrecked the lives of anyone who dared complain or caught a glimpse of the enormity of the wrongdoing. Wood even arranged jobs abroad for some people to get them out of the way even when the idea of emigrating horrified them and they were barely coping with life in the UK. A student whom I knew at Bangor found out about the corruption in the North Wales Police – she and her house mate had been constantly threatened, harassed and stitched up by the drug squad and I suspect that they realised that this was part of something much bigger. She infuriated Wood because she refused to go to Australia to take up a job that he was attempting to coerce her into accepting. Her housemate left Bangor to take up a job in the US – which as I remember was something to do with Wood’s wife, who was a lecturer in the School of Plant Biology. I’d be most interested to find out whether those two women are still alive – or whether, like so many people who knew that something terrible was going on in north Wales at that time, they have been killed in car accidents/found dead of drug overdoses/not managed to survive heroic attempts of Top Doctors to save their lives but instead have succumbed to conditions which other people usually survive.

Wood’s victims were English because the sort of better educated Welsh speakers whose children went to Bangor to study would never have handed their own children over to Dafydd and Gwynne.

This was brought home to me a few years ago when someone whom I became friends with in my 40s told me that she had begun a degree in music at Bangor in 1981, but withdrew after a truly unhappy time. She was a Welsh speaker, had been terrorised by the intimidating bastards in the Welsh speaking hall, had alleged that Professor William Matthias the Great was trying it on with the students and she had ended up with serious depression. Her mum and dad looked after her at home on the grounds that under no circumstances was she going to see the psychiatrist at UCNW – Gwynne the lobotomist. His reputation was well-known in Wales – it was English people who were fed bollocks by Wood about Gwynne’s ‘considerable success’.

I have mentioned the very bad behaviour of a small number of Welsh speaking students. There were a small number of self-appointed leaders of the English speaking students who might like to explain a few things to the police even after all these years.

Fiona Woolmer, the Wimmin’s Officer, who bombarded female undergrads with shite that she believed was coming from a feminist perspective. Woolmer knew all about the St David’s laundry (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’) and it was Fiona who was producing the literature to give to female students with advice on how to obtain an abortion privately in Chester because abortions could not be obtained anywhere in north Wales on the NHS. She will have known that this was a result of the crazed, abusive local Top Doctors and she will have known about the bloody trade in local disadvantaged girls and women – including the victims of the paedophile gang – and in their babies. Unless she was completely daft she will also have understood the horror within the arrangement that women seeking an abortion on the NHS had to stay at the North Wales Hospital to be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd – although they would be denied an abortion anyway, because of the Top Doctors arrangement. Like me, Fiona must have realised that there was an issue of disappearing babies. Fiona didn’t utter a word about any of it.

Duncan Orme, the Welfare Officer – who the last I heard just a few years ago was the Financial Director for an NHS Trust in Staffordshire. Duncan was the first person apart from Brown whom I consulted about Gwynne the lobotomist. Duncan admitted that Gwynne was a disaster and he confirmed that there had been attempted suicides because of Williams’s conduct. When I did not back down and stated that I did not intend to withdraw my complaint Duncan told me that I would get a ‘bad name’ for myself if I didn’t keep quiet about this, crapped himself and fled.

Well Duncan, who do you think has ended up with a bad name now then? Someone who was targeted by a gang of paedophiles and by a miracle survived whilst many more of their victims were found dead, or a dipstick like you who is working in a senior capacity in the most disgraced region of the UK’s NHS, which has become a byword for patients dying as a result of the decisions taken by you and your colleagues?

Fran Tate. Tate became the Welfare Officer after I graduated and remained there for years. Fran also worked for the CAB when she was young – and I am told has returned there again now that she has retired. The CAB which included among its senior managers Lucille Hughes – Dafydd’s mistress, former Director of Gwynedd Social Services and facilitator of the paedophile gang. Tate ended up as Head of Student Services and spent many happy years conducting personal vendettas against people who had spilt the paedophiles’ pints – she came after me on two occasions (see post ‘Disability Support’).

Some years ago allegations flew after Tate was appointed to a job in the University for which she wasn’t qualified and couldn’t do, but for which she was paid an awful lot of money. I was told variously that she had dirt on the VC, dirt on the VC’s wife and dirt on a friend of the VC. No, I very much doubt that she did – all three of those people had spilt the paedophiles’ pints themselves and one of them ended up dying at the hands of the Top Doctors. Fran was a mate of Dafydd and Lucille’s network and that gets people a long way, including into the Lords. So how did Fran wangle a job if the most senior person in the University was not a paedophiles’ friend? Quite simply – the VC’s wife died and whilst she was dying, for many months Bangor University was run by the Senior PVC, the late Professor Fergus Lowe. Fungus could not be described as a paedophiles’ friend, because Fungus wasn’t anybody’s friend. However Fungus had overthrown Dafydd in the School of Psychology back in the 1980s and had implemented an equally tyrannical regime built on his knowledge of the paedophiles’ friends and their activities (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). Fungus wasn’t as thick as many of those we know and love and he wasn’t a member of the Mafia of Drips either – he’ll have known everything about all of them and will have used it in every way that he could. Fran bagged the job that everybody knew that she shouldn’t have had whilst Fungus had his hands on the organs of government at Bangor.

Just clearing a few names Fran! My only regret is that Fungus died unexpectedly (yes, another toxic git who would have been in a position to do massive damage who pegged out just as the demands for a re-investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were made in Parliament a few years ago) so never lived to read this blog. He certainly knew that I was planning to expose them all – it was well known that I thought that it would be entertaining to stand up in public on an occasion when the wonders of Fungus and the School of Psychology were being extolled and yell out ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’ and detail his crimes. Before I left Bangor, on every occasion on which I was having coffee with a mate or even just chatting to someone around the University, I’d turn around and there would be Fungus standing right behind me listening in. It happened so frequently that it will not have been a coincidence. Oh well the old bugger’s dead, but all of those who toadied to him are still with us.

I suspect that Fungus and/or Dafydd hold the key to yet another north Wales mystery that I have pondered over for a long while. I have described on this blog previously how when I lived near Bethesda in the 1990s one of my neighbours, a young man in the RAF, announced his intentions to read medicine. This man was able but what really freaked Bethesda out was that he was quite mad and given to outbursts of violence. He kicked someone’s cat across the garden on the grounds that he didn’t like cats. He then acquired a pup but didn’t seem able to train it – as a result the pup wouldn’t do things like come when it was called or walk on a lead, so his way of dealing with this was to completely lose his rag and inflict uncontrolled violence on the pup. One one occasion he injured the pup so seriously that it nearly died and the vet threatened to prosecute the potential Top Doctor if there was a repeat performance. Some time after this his girlfriend left him, taking their baby and denied him access on the grounds that he had been violent to her and was a danger to their baby. Neighbours expressed serious concerns that one day this man might turn up in a hospital near them.

Despite all that I knew about the wrongdoing of the Top Doctors, I did not think that this would happen. I knew that this man had experienced some sort of breakdown whilst in the RAF – according to some sources as a result of some psychological experiments in which he had participated – and one only had to talk to him for about 10 minutes to realise that something was wrong. Then he told me that his first choice of medical school was Guys and Tommys. I knew that there was stiff competition for places at this institution – particularly for mature students – and I also knew that medical schools obsess about students with any sort of perceived mental health problem and were turning down applications from high performing students who had previously suffered from anorexia. I therefore presumed that a man who was identifiably mad with a history of violence would not slip through even the very inadequate net of the Top Doctors. Furthermore, he had taken a job at Ysbyty Gwynedd as a porter during a gap year to Experience Life In A Hospital. He certainly did – I was told that he was known to be having sex with a whole variety of people on the premises during working hours and indeed was being described to third parties as the porter who ‘shags anything that moves’.

So imagine my surprise when he greeted me one day and cheerily told me that he had been for his interview at Guys and Tommys, that he had had a brilliant time with them and that they had observed that he was ex-forces which was great by them. He was in!

As the jaws of the good burghers of Bethesda hit the floor, the budding Top Doctor departed for London. He kept his cottage near Bethesda and returned from time to time. I was told that he had experienced another breakdown – however he wasn’t kicked off the course and I wondered if perhaps someone might have actually done the right thing for once, looked after him and made a positive difference. A few years later I bumped into him in Bangor – he was dressed in the sort of gear that Chris Eubank wears, which is a matter of personal choice but was a bit unusual for Bangor High Street. He told me that he had qualified, worked for a while – and had now been given a five year contract with the North West Wales NHS Trust as a psychiatrist in the Hergest Unit! He explained that the Trust had great problems attracting British graduates, so they snapped him up immediately.

About a year later I had yet another massive battle with the Hergest Unit, the one which culminated in the Hergest Unit trying to frame me for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’. I was told that this man had been appointed as my doctor. I didn’t actually mention all that I knew about him, I just told the Hergest Unit that he was my former neighbour, I had known him personally for a number of years and that it would be totally inappropriate for him to be my doctor. I was simply told that he was my doctor and that was that. At the same time, the Hergest Unit appointed a healthcare assistant who was actually one of the students whom I was teaching in the local FE college in Bangor as one of the staff on the ward to which I had been admitted. According to the Hergest Unit there was not a problem with that either. I got off lightly – I was told by one Hergest patient that her named Angel had been at school with her and had bullied her throughout their time there and continued with very similar conduct when in post at the Hergest.

As part of my complaint about the numerous incidents of gross misconduct on the part of the NW Wales NHS Trust at that time, I made representation to the GMC about my former neighbour and gave them the reasons why he was unfit to practice and the many examples of unacceptable conduct that had been evident on his part whilst I was in the Hergest Unit, yet alone for the many previous years throughout which I’d known him. I received a letter from the GMC telling me that they would not be investigating my complaint against him further – the Top Doctor himself had chosen not to comment in response to my complaint, but Keith Thomson, the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, had written to the GMC explaining that there were no concerns about this man’s conduct and that I had made ‘outrageous allegations’ about his staff.

Some two years later I was told that the Top Doctor had carried out such a violent attack on his wife that she had been sectioned as a consequence of her own distress and that his two children had been taken into care as a result of serious neglect. Neighbours alleged that he had terrorised and controlled his wife, not allowing her to leave the house or to speak to anyone.

I have previously not named this Top Doctor, because I accept that he had very big problems of his own – however, that lot just won’t come clean and we are still hearing how all the NHS needs is a few more billion and what a problem the bastard patients are who are all violent/old/obese/miss their appointments.

So would anyone like to explain how Dr Andy Jones ever gained a place at Guys and Tommys, qualified and then worked for a number of years at Ysbyty Gwynedd? Perhaps the hospital chaplain the Rev Wynne Roberts could shed some light on this – Wynne was a friend of Andy’s, knew much of what I have written about here and also knew that patients at the Hergest Unit were being abused. That’s Wynne the hospital chaplain who was sacked from his previous position as a Church in Wales vicar after having an extra-marital affair with a parishioner, who sits on Mental Health Tribunals as well as on various service users and carers committees in north Wales and was or is a member of the Ethics Committee for the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University (see post ‘Music Therapy Anyone?’).

Outrageous appointments and behaviour rather than outrageous allegations I think Thomson.

The reason that I always wondered whether Fungus or Dafydd were involved with the inexplicable acceptance of Andy Jones as a student at Guys and Tommys was that the only connection that Andy had with the healthcare or academic world was his brother, who had at some point been associated with the School of Psychology at Bangor. I was told in about 1990 that Andy’s brother ‘was a psychologist at Bangor University’ and that Andy was both envious of and felt overshadowed by him. Andy’s brother would definitely have known Fungus if he’d been working in the School of Psychology at that time and if he’d been there since just two years or so earlier he’d definitely have known Dafydd as well – Andy’s family were from Anglesey which was Dafydd’s domain, so they may well have known Dafydd anyway. North Wales heaved with people who seemed to think that the best career move that they could make was to go and have a word with dear old Dafydd and toady like there was no tomorrow.

I think that this might have been the reason why Dafydd found me so hard to cope with after I failed to accept his generous offer of a place at Liverpool Medical School in return for dropping my complaint about him – Dafydd really freaked out on the phone after this and yelled at me ‘any NORMAL woman would never carry on like you, any NORMAL woman would have some respect’ – there were quite extensive guidelines given as to what any NORMAL woman does, but I wasn’t taking notes at the time so I didn’t catch all the criteria. I also regret that the name of the Professor at Liverpool with whom Dafydd claimed to be mates and who was going to get me the place if I dropped my complaint escaped me – he was definitely Professor Richard someone, but whereas I was usually ready for a good laugh when Dafydd got going I was so gobsmacked at the overt attempt at bribery that his surname didn’t register. I’m sure that one of the other corrupt Top Docs knows who the Chair of Serious Organised Crime at Liverpool was.

I note that Andy applied to a London medical school – the usual avenues of cronyism and nepotism for the families of paedophiles’ friends in north Wales was Cardiff or Liverpool. It is clear from this blog that Dafydd had plenty of contacts among corrupt Top Docs in London, but his old mate Jim Watson from the Maudsley later established a sex therapy empire at Guys and Tommys and then became Head of the Academic Department pf Psychiatry there – Watson didn’t retire until 2000, so he will have still been in post when Andy Jones was offered a place at Guys and Tommys and throughout Andy’s training (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

The hopelessness of the support from the Top Doctors for students in distress at UCNW was evident a few months before the finals in early 1984 (or it might have been late in 1983) when a student hung himself in the male hall Emrys Evans. I stress the hopelessness of the support from the Top Doctors – although there were the paedophiles’ friends on the loose within UCNW, the college was actually an incredibly friendly institution and the students were a nice lot, as were many staff. The problem was the people who were being to paid to look after the welfare of the students. People were horrified when the news got out that someone had been found hanging in Emrys Evans – it was said that one of the cleaners had found him. It transpired that it was one of the Welsh speaking students from the seriously dysfunctional School of Agriculture – in which Mary Wynch had been working when Dafydd had unlawfully arrested and banged her up in the North Wales Hospital and which was ruled over by the dreadful J.B. Owen from who students were fleeing (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’).

None of us knew anything about the dead student at all. Well he’d been prevented from getting to know any of us by the regime ruled over by Big Bastard from the Welsh speaking hall – who I seem to remember was an agric himself – and he wasn’t going to risk encountering Gwynne and Dafydd even if they did speak the same language. The warden of Emrys Evans was Tony Jones who had links to some of the corrupt police officers in the North Wales Police and who got on very well with some of the students but made the lives of others such a misery that they lived in fear of him. I really do wonder what was happening to that student to cause him to hang himself.

There were other shenanigans that I have touched on previously going on in the English Students Union which were widely known about – the Irish student Aidan who had links with the IRSP (Irish Republican Socialist Party) and was doing a roaring trade in copies of ‘The Starry Plough’; the scandal involving the NUS President who nicked all the funds and was booted out; the man called Martyn who led the Gay Rights Soc – the Gay Rights Society was particularly active at Bangor and Martyn seemed to do very well campaigning on a UK-wide level; and the Bangor student who got beaten up at the NUS conference because he supported the SDP. The madness prevailing in the Students Union at Bangor must have been known about by the NUS exec at a national level – Sue Slipman from Lampeter had been the Communist President of the NUS a few years previously and had then joined Dr Death in the SDP in 1981, she’ll have known something about it. The Sue Slipman who became tangled up with the NCCL during its paedophiles’ rights years and went on to a glorious career Chairing NHS Trusts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). The dreadful Phil Woolas, a twat of the highest order, NUS President 1984-86- and later the Blairite Minister for Immigration who ended up leaving politics under a cloud – will have known about some of the action at Bangor as well.

Whilst I was a student I was told by a local Welsh speaker that most of the students in the Welsh speaking hall ended up as teachers in Gwynedd or working for Gwynedd County Council because they refused to work through the medium of English – those were really the only professional jobs which existed in which one would never have to speak English. When I was older I met a few such people who had worked for Gwynedd County Council – after a few years they were leaving in distress, some of them having taken extended periods of sick leave for serious work related stress. The name Dafydd Iwan was mentioned to me a number of times in terms of the poisonous regime which he was alleged to have cultivated in his capacity as the leader of Gwynedd County Council and who was ruthlessly hounding people who were not members of his clique.

Dafydd Iwan did of course write a tribute song for Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – on the grounds that Dafydd was a Welsh hero and leading the field in PTSD work. Dafydd only started claiming to be a PTSD expert relatively late in his career – it pretty much coincided with the demands for an inquiry into the suspected paedophile ring which was thought to be operating in the children’s homes run by Gwynedd and Clwyd Councils.

Another ditty from the pen of Dafydd Iwan is ‘Ciosg Talysarn’, a song about the telephone box in Talysarn which was reputed to be bugged by MI5. Which it might well have been – I imagine that north Wales was crawling with people working for MI5, after all there was Irish Republican activity in the Students Union at Bangor University. There was also a paedophile ring in operation in the region – a paedophile ring which it has now been admitted was being concealed by the security services because it involved a Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t. I tell you which telephone box MI5 will have been bugging though Dafydd Iwan – it will have been the ciosg in Rachub. Because that was the one that I was using in my attempts to pursue my complaints about Dafydd and the paedophiles and for my calls to friends to give them the latest info that I’d dug up on Dafydd et al. It was my friends who were found dead and hounded out of jobs in academia and the media, not yours. You remained in Gwynedd County Council and pursued your record producing activities with SAIN, your brother Alun Ffred – a UCNW graduate himself -had a media career with HTV and S4C, took over as leader of the revamped Gwynedd County Council in 1996 after the old Gwynedd County Council conveniently disappeared upon the publication of the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’) and then became an AM. Were you ever the subject of an attempt to frame you for serious offences? Er – no, you weren’t. Bryn Fon was, Dewi Prysor was and so were scores of the victims of the paedophile gang. But as long as that gang carried on giving Sir Peter Morrison et al access to the kids in care any mate of Dafydd Alun Jones’s was untouchable.

Now you tell me who fell foul of the security services – because it really doesn’t look as though it was you or Lucille Hughes…

My post ‘Are You Local?’ described how children from the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor – run by Gwynedd County Council – were trafficked to various locations, including to Dolphin Square in London. The girls were taken to locations on the doorstep of Ty’r Felin what with there being a greater demand for the sexual services of under-aged girls than boys – a favourite location was The Octagon, a rather dodgy nightclub that opened in Bangor in the summer of 1984. There was an opening night with a celeb in attendance. Was it Dafydd Iwan, hired to give everyone a round of Yma O Hyd? Er, no. The star of the evening was Samantha Fox, singer of the unforgettable lyrics ‘Touch me/I Want To Feel Your Body Next To Mine’. The evening was advertised in the Bangor and Anglesey Mail and a photo was provided of an ageing local journo staring at Samantha’s assets. The message was quite clear – sexual services from teenagers available here…

I’m sure that Samantha Fox turned up to any venue who paid her to do so, but I wonder who had the idea of using her to let everyone know what would be on offer in that nightclub? I’m also wondering who Samantha Fox’s agent was and who among the paedophiles’ friends might have known him/her.

The wimmin from the Rape Crisis group protested outside – but made no attempt to blow the whistle on the kids in care selling sex inside once the place was up and running. Well how could they – the funding for their group almost certainly came from Gwynedd County Council and Gwynedd Health Authority, Samantha Fox and the paedophile gang were their bread and butter.

The Octagon acquired a terrible reputation within months – drugs were sold on an industrial scale and a student was raped outside. The place soon became a no-go zone for students because of the grad bashing that was happening there. It was universally known as a pick-up joint in which very young girls were available. There were constant demands from local people for the place to be closed down. But for some reason the police, the magistrates and the Council just wouldn’t do it…

Welsh and English speakers alike, the people wrecking their lives were Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends – and of course their protectors troughing away in the Commons and the Lords and latterly the Senedd. They’ve screwed everyone for years.

 

 

The Cradle of Filth

One of the first people whom I approached over the wrongdoing of the north Wales mental health services was Lord Wyn Roberts. He wasn’t Lord back then, he was just Wyn Roberts. When I approached Wyn, the mental health services had behaved pretty dreadfully, but I didn’t realise that the wrongdoing would simply escalate after I made representation about it. Of course I didn’t get anywhere at all with dear old Wyn and comments subsequently made to me by various mental health professionals in north Wales made it clear that they were very certain of his support and that I’d acquired quite a reputation for myself because I had dared approach him. I was soon wondering whether he was a personal friend of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and whether Wyn Roberts was one of Dafydd’s ‘powerful friends’ to whom I was constantly hearing references.

Wyn Roberts was Conservative MP for Conwy, 1970-97. He was the Tories ‘man in Wales’ for decades and the one of the Great Mysteries of North Wales was the failure of Thatcher to ever appoint him Secretary of State for Wales. Despite his shameless toadying and successful concealing of the shit-pit that was Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends, she never did. Roberts was appointed Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State at the Welsh Office in 1979 and Minister of State at the Welsh Office in 1987, where he remained until 1994. He picked up a knighthood in 1990 and a peerage in 1997. Roberts was at the Welsh Office throughout the paedophile years and throughout the investigations into the abuse of children in north Wales and the subsequent cover-ups. He was there when Mary Wynch was unlawfully arrested, incarcerated and fleeced of her property by Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends, he was there throughout the years that Alison Taylor desperately blew the whistle repeatedly, he was there when I was repeatedly arrested, illegally incarcerated, harassed, threated, assaulted etc. Roberts was in office when witnesses were found dead and he was there in 1992 when five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed in an arson attack (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs’). Wyn Roberts was there throughout the whole fucking lot.

Why Roberts knew that there was very serious misconduct in Gwynedd Health Authority. My post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’ mentions how Roberts’s contributions to questions in the House regarding Gwynedd Health Authority are recorded in Hansard in 1989. There was chaos in Gwynedd Health Authority – the Health Authority was bankrupt, the level of ‘service’ was completely unacceptable, the Welsh Office had sent in a hit squad to try to rescue the Authority and David Hunt, then a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, had personally written to Noreen Edwards, the Chairman of Gwynedd Health Authority. What no-one did at any time was investigate patients’ complaints let alone dismiss or prosecute any of the people who had abused patients and broken the law, although there was documentary evidence of criminal activities.

Wyn Roberts was born in 1930 and was from Llansadwrn on Anglesey. His mother was a teacher and his father was a Methodist Minister. The family were described as being ‘vaguely Liberal’. Wyn Roberts stated that his earliest memory was of being breast fed by his mother. Which for a man of his generation and background was a rather odd thing to say in public. Roberts went to school in Beaumaris and won a scholarship to Harrow in 1944. The official biography of Wyn maintains that although he could write English ‘excellently’, his spoken English until he went to Harrow was not good. I don’t believe this – because Wyn Roberts later constructed himself as a defender of the Welsh language in the face of hostile colleagues in the Anglocentric Tory Party, such a claim would have served him very well in north Wales. Welsh was the language of most people in north west Wales at the time, but Wyn Roberts’s family were members of the educated middle-classes. They may well have spoken Welsh at home, but Roberts will have been able to speak English and speak it well – Roberts’s parents would not have expected him to work in a quarry or on a farm, they would have wanted a professional career for him and they would have known that he would have needed his English. Indeed when Roberts was at school, teaching in schools in north Wales was still through the medium of English – it was this which caused so much resentment and led to the Welsh language campaigns of the 1960s, 70s and 80s.

Whilst carrying out his national service, Roberts served in the Intelligence Corps and was involved in the Cold War tapping of the Russian HQ in Vienna, ‘Operation Silver’. He later claimed that the operation involved counter-espionage and he was approached possibly by Kim Philby to switch sides. Researchers into organised sexual abuse in the UK have constantly pointed to links with the security services which were used to protect abusers. The security services also seemed to have recruited huge numbers of clever gay men from Oxbridge, at a time when being gay was very difficult, made one vulnerable to blackmail and was also conflated with paedophilia – which enabled paedophiles to then shelter under the umbrella of the gay rights movement in the 1960s. It wasn’t going to end happily was it.

Roberts was a graduate of University College Oxford himself. His early career was in the media. He worked as a sub-editor on the Liverpool Daily Post 1952-54 and then as a TV news assistant with the BBC. In 1957 Roberts joined TWW (Television Wales and West) as a producer of news, special events and Welsh language programmes. In 1968 the regional franchise was transferred to Harlech TV (which later became HTV), founded by Lord David Harlech (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’ for details of Lord Harlech and the many unfortunate things that happened to him and his family). Roberts attributed the switch in franchise simply to successful political lobbying, although he retained his job and worked for Harlech TV. Wyn’s claim to fame as a young man was that his work brought him into contact with the likes of Shirley Bassey and Richard Burton.

I can find no explanation of why Roberts, from a ‘vaguely Liberal’ family (as Welsh speaking middle-class nonconformists in north Wales at that time, it would have been highly likely that the family would be Liberal), who had only shown ‘mild political interests’ as a student stood as a Tory Parliamentary candidate, but in 1970 he did. The Tories were delighted to have a well-known Welsh speaker to stand as a candidate in Wales. The ‘Welsh issue’ was a problem – the natives over there were rebelling, there were language protests and there had even been bombs planted by ‘Welsh extremists’ – and support for Plaid was gathering momentum after the election of Gwynfor Evans the first Plaid MP in Carmarthen in 1966. Conwy was a marginal seat – Roberts won it for the Tories and helped Heath into Gov’t.

Between 1970-74, Roberts was PPS to Peter Thomas, Secretary of State for Wales. The paedophile gang was in full swing at this time, John Allen’s empire of children’s homes – the Bryn Alyn Community – in which children were being horrifically abused and trafficked into prostitution was growing and Gwynne and Dafydd out at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were abusing patients like there was no tomorrow. Bryn Estyn was still categorised as an approved school and was run directly by the Home Office – it functioned as a brothel.

 

Peter Thomas became Lord Gwydir in 1987. He was from Llanwrst and his father was a solicitor who was a Liberal. Like Wyn Roberts, Thomas was that rare thing, a Tory who spoke Welsh. Thomas went to Jesus College, Oxford – a college known for it’s Welsh links – and joined the Conservative Association at Oxford. After WWII Thomas became a barrister, working on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit. Thomas was along there with the best of those who have featured on this blog. He was Deputy Chair of the Cheshire Quarter Sessions from 1966, the Deputy Chair of the Denbighshire Quarter Sessions from 1968 and served in both of these offices until 1970. Thomas was a Crown Court Recorder between 1974-88. He also became an arbitrator of the Court of Arbitration of the International Chamber of Commerce, Paris. (Thomas was a keen European.) Thomas continued his career in law whilst he was active in politics.

Thomas was elected as MP for Conwy in 1951. He was PPS to Sir Harry Hylton-Foster, the Solicitor General 1954-59. Thomas was a member of the Council of Europe 1957-59 and Parliamentary Secretary in the Minister of Labour, 1959-61. It was Thomas who sponsored the private members bill which became the Eisteddfod Act in 1959, allowing the National Eisteddfod to receive funding from public monies. This will have been perceived as an obscure minority interest by Thomas’s colleagues in England, but it will have earned him a great many Brownie points among many influential Welsh speakers in Wales. Wyn himself was made a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards in 1966 – a number of paedophiles’ friends are also members.

Thomas was appointed Under-Secretary of State at the Foreign Office in 1961 – he went to Moscow with Lord Home in 1963 to sign the Nuclear Test Ban Treaty. (Thomas was appointed Minister of State for Foreign Affairs in 1963.) Whilst he was at the Foreign Office Thomas lied to MPs concerning a spy who was arrested in Hungary, denying any connection with the British Intelligence Services. The Tories lost the General Election in 1964 and in 1966 Thomas lost Conwy to the Labour candidate, namely Ednyfed Hudson Davies. Thomas returned to Parliament at the General Election in 1970 as the MP for Hendon South, a seat that he held until he retired from the Commons in 1987.

Like Wyn Roberts, Peter Thomas flagged up his Welshness when Wales was seething with fury towards England after the drowning of the village of Capel Celyn in 1965 to provide a reservoir to supply Liverpool with water and the Aberfan disaster. Thomas was the first Welshman to become Chair of the Tory Party (1970-72). It was Thomas who established the Welsh Water Authority – which was later privatised. He was Secretary of State for Wales throughout the whole of Heath’s premiership during which there was violent activism in Wales and the campaign by Cymdeithas involving the removal of English language road signs. Interestingly enough, in his capacity as a QC, Peter Thomas had defended John Jenkins, a ‘Welsh extremist’, who was charged with causing 18 explosions.

Thomas was President of the Conservative Friends of Israel.

As well as failing to deal with and remaining silent about the abuse of children and mental health patients in north Wales, Thomas was obviously involved in other skulduggery. He was ‘helpful’ in the 1972 and 74 miners’ strikes and served on the Select Committee which investigated John Poulson, later admitting that he should have cross-examined Reginald Maudling regarding his disclaimer of remuneration from Poulson. (Maudling was Home Secretary who became embroiled in scandal as a result of his business links with Poulson and subsequently resigned.) Once in the Lords, Thomas backed Nicholas Edwardes’s Bill which gave the green light to the development of Cardiff Bay, a development which cost the taxpayer many millions of pounds and made Nicholas Edwardes aka Lord Crickhowell and some of his friends and business associates very rich (see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’).

In 1947 Thomas married Tessa Dean, the daughter of Lady Mercy Greville. Mercy’s mother, the Countess of Warwick, had been a campaigning socialist as well as the long-term mistress of Edward, Prince of Wales, who later became King Edward VII.

Thomas was the first Conservative politician to occupy the position of Secretary of State for Wales. His predecessor had been the notorious George Thomas aka Lord Tonypandy who later became Speaker. Thomas was someone else who ignored the abuse of vulnerable people, even in the wake of the Ely Hospital Scandal. Wales is currently trying to forget that George Thomas ever existed what with that police investigation  into allegations that he abused young boys himself. The Secretary of State for Wales who succeeded Peter Thomas was John Morris aka Lord Aberavon, another Welsh lawyer who continued the fine old tradition of leading the Welsh Office whilst it concealed the north Wales paedophile ring and the criminal misconduct of Dafydd and Gwynne.

Regular readers will know that when it has been necessary to conceal the wrongdoing of the paedophiles and their friends, alliances and friendships across political divides were made. Bear this in mind as you read the details that follow regarding one of Peter Thomas’s good friends, Cledwyn Hughes, later Lord Cledwyn.

Cledwyn Hughes’s father David left school at twelve to work in the Dinorwic slate quarry, as his forebears did. However in his early 20s, David Hughes – known as Harri – became a Calvinist Methodist preacher in Holyhead. (Cledwyn Hughes later preached in the chapels on Anglesey, even when he was a Cabinet Minister.) Harri was a Liberal, a fervent supporter of Lloyd George and his daughter Lady Megan Lloyd George, who in 1929 became the MP for Anglesey. Cledwyn went to Holyhead Grammar School and then read law at University College Aberystwyth, where he was Chair of the Liberal Society. In 1937 Cledwyn graduated and began work as an articled clerk to a solicitor in Holyhead. He had a change of heart politically as a result of him gaining knowledge about the social conditions of many and in 1938 he joined the Labour Party. In 1940 he qualified as a solicitor. In 1945 whilst he was still in the Air Force Cledwyn stood as the Labour candidate for Anglesey against Lady Megan, although this caused his father much unhappiness. He was demobbed in 1946 and became acting clerk to Holyhead District Council. Between 1946-53, Cledwyn was a member of Anglesey County Council. This is ancient history now, but Cledwyn remained on very good terms with Anglesey County Council throughout his years in Parliament. He remained in the Commons until 1979 and then joined the Lords where he remained until his death in 2001.

So Cledwyn was mates with Anglesey County Council until 2001. Anglesey was the site of some of the most serious abuse of children in care, both in children’s homes and in foster care. One of the children’s homes involved was in Holyhead. Anglesey County Council has been riddled with serious corruption for years, it is a standing joke in north Wales. There have been police investigations into Councillors and at least one Councillor went to prison. One Councillor who faced criminal charges violently attacked a journalist and cameraman when they tried to interview him, smashing the camera. I’m not aware that he was prosecuted. Other Councillors on Anglesey became millionaires after giving each other planning permission for developments. It is so bad on Anglesey that people would comment that the Councillors go to prison and sit on the Council again when they were released. It was alleged that the Director of Social Services on Anglesey some years ago had been caught by the police having sex in his car in a public place, but yet again there was never any talk of charges. Anglesey County Council is truly famous and has of course featured in Private Eye’s Rotten Boroughs column a number of times. Some years ago I enquired of a local man with an excellent knowledge of the shenanigans on Anglesey ‘which ones are the corrupt Councillors?’ and I was told ‘they all are, there aren’t any honest ones’. And to add to the fun they all absolutely hated each other.

In 1950 Cledwyn challenged Megan at the polls again but lost – then in 1951 he stood against her again and won, becoming MP for Anglesey.

During his years in the Commons, Cledwyn worked to bring employment to Anglesey – he played a key role in securing the development of the nuclear power station at Wylfa and also in attracting Rio Tinto to establish the Anglesey Aluminium plant. Cledwyn supported the Parliament for Wales Campaign and was involved in a petition to support this, but the campaign failed – Cledwyn was strongly opposed by some of his own Labour colleagues, especially those from constituencies in south Wales. Cledwyn was successful in his efforts to secure the establishment of a post of Secretary of State for Wales.

In 1964, Cledwyn was appointed Minister of State for Commonwealth Relations in Wilson’s Labour Gov’t and between 1966-68 he was appointed Secretary of State for Wales himself. Under him – as Minister of State  – until 1967 was the dreadful George Thomas.

Cledwyn was Secretary of State for Wales at the time of the disaster at Aberfan in 1966. He always maintained that Aberfan was the worst event of his life. Wilson gave Cledwyn military-style powers regarding Aberfan and it was Cledwyn who set up the public inquiry into the disaster. It was revealed that Lord Robens, Chairman of the National Coal Board, misled Cledwyn regarding the frequency of the tip inspections. Later on George Thomas in his capacity as Secretary of State for Wales was responsible for the dirty deed which resulted in a sizeable proportion of the money raised by the Aberfan Disaster Memorial Fund being forcibly used to fund the clearing of the remaining tips.

Cledwyn is described as having been responsible for the development of the Welsh Office and the creation of its civil service structure. The structure containing all those corrupt civil servants who concealed criminal activities in the social services and the health service. Cledwyn is also credited with securing the arrival of the Royal Mint at Llantrisant in 1967, which was perceived to have enhanced the status of the Welsh Office.

In 1968 Harold Wilson moved Cledwyn from the Welsh Office to MAFF – Cledwyn was known to be disappointed to have to leave the paedophiles’ friends at the Welsh Office behind. Cledwyn had been involved with the preparations for the 1969 Investiture of Prince Charles which had resulted in him writing a monthly letter to Charles (who was then at Cambridge) regarding matters in Wales. George Thomas, a man who was investigated for child abuse himself – as was his good friend Leo Abse – was appointed Secretary of State in Cledwyn’s place.

Cledwyn was a supporter and admirer of the way in which powers over agriculture in Wales were transferred to the paedophiles’ friends at the Welsh Office. Cledwyn favoured extending the Welsh Office’s powers over health as well. Clearly Dafydd et al were not receiving enough support from the Welsh Office’s corrupt lawyer Andrew Park and the corrupt Medical Ombudsman Professor Robert Owen, both of whom concealed their criminal misconduct in 1988.

In 1969 Cledwyn established the Waterhouse Committee on rabies – led by dear old Sir Ronnie Waterhouse, who talents were utilised again in 1996 when William Hague appointed him to lead the cover-up into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

It is documented that at the 1970 General Election there were ‘scenes’ as Cledwyn was heavily criticised by Plaid, but I don’t know what the scenes and criticism were all about. It certainly won’t have been a demo about institutionalised corruption in the Welsh Office.

In 1974 Cledwyn became Chair of the Parliamentary Labour Party and in 1976 Harold Wilson’s sudden resignation left Cledwyn needing to organise the election of Wilson’s successor.

Cledwyn was close to both Roy Jenkins and James Callaghan. Cledwyn had known Callaghan since 1949 when they had met at the home of Glenys Kinnock’s parents in Holyhead no less. After Callaghan was elected as PM he recommended Cledwyn for the award of Companion of Honour! Pity about all those kids who were abused and then banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh wasn’t it Glenys…

In March 1977 Cledwyn was involved in the negotiations which led to the formation of the Lib Lab pact. The following year Cledwyn supported three Plaid MPs to support Callaghan’s Gov’t when it needed propping up, in return for a commitment to legislate for compensation to be awarded for former quarry workers with silicosis.

The compensation for silicosis business dragged on for a very long time – most of the quarrymen were dead or nearly dead by the time that the Gov’t stumped up. When I was living in a quarrying village near Bethesda in the 1990s, Dafydd Wigley was regularly appearing in the media as a result of his campaign to get the Gov’t to cough up for the quarrymen as promised. So why didn’t Dafydd Wigley have a quiet word in a few Westminster ears and tell them to pay the dying quarrymen or he’d go public on the paedophile gang? Because most of Wigley’s colleagues in Plaid had ignored or concealed the paedophile gang as well. Dafydd Wigley’s own powerbase and constituency office was in Caernarfon, cheek by jowl with the HQ of the Plaid-dominated Gwynedd County Council and the offices of the Social Services. Wigley could have gone next door and performed a citizen’s arrest on Lucille Hughes (the Director of Social Services and Dafydd Alun Jones’s mistress) and her partners in crime if he’d really wanted…

In 1977 Cledwyn led a Parliamentary delegation to the Soviet Union and in 1978 he was despatched to Rhodesia as a special envoy for talks with Ian Smith concerning the handing over of power to the black majority. Cledwyn didn’t get very far. Neither did he manage to persuade Joshua Nkomo to give up the armed struggle.

Cledwyn was enormously disappointed in 1979 after Wales voted against devolution. One person who campaigned against devolution was a Neil Kinnock, son-in-law of the folk in whose house Cledwyn met his mate Jim Callaghan. Cledwyn stood down as MP for Anglesey a few weeks later. Keith Best, the Tory who subsequently concealed the wrongdoing in north Wales along with his boss Wyn Roberts, succeeded Cledwyn.

Not to worry, in 1979 Cledwyn was given a peerage.

In 1981 Cledwyn became Deputy Labour leader in the Lords and then in 1982, Leader. He remained Labour leader in the Lords until 1992. Neil Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party between 1983-92 and for most of that time Cledwyn retained ‘a strong working relationship’ with Kinnock. As everybody kept quiet about Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Cledwyn obtained funding from the Tory Gov’t to merge University College Cardiff with UWIST to form Cardiff University and in 1981 he played a leading part in persuading Willie Whitelaw to change policy concerning the establishment of S4C, the Welsh language TV channel, thus influencing Gwynfor Evans to abandon his hunger strike.

Now however did Cledwyn persuade a Tory Gov’t led by Thatcher who’s aide Sir Peter Morrison was abusing boys in care in north Wales to do all that???

Cledwyn was President of University College Aberystwyth (which later became Aberystwyth University) between 1976-85 – the building that houses their School of Business is named after him. In 1985 he became Pro-Chancellor of the University of Wales and then President of the UCNW (which later became Bangor University) in 1995.

Cledwyn died in 2001 in Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, a hospital which had been ruined as a result of mismanagement and corruption by the paedophiles’ friends. One of his obituaries stated that he was ‘an efficient administrator…with a considerable talent for story telling’.

 

To return to Wyn Roberts now. In 1974 the Tories lost the General Election, Peter Thomas lost his position as Secretary of State for Wales and Roberts became an opposition spokesperson for Wales, along with Nicholas Edwardes, until 1979 when the Thatcher was elected as PM. Wyn Roberts was then appointed Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State at the Welsh Office and Nicholas Edwardes, later Lord Crickhowell, was appointed Secretary of State for Wales. In 1987 Roberts was appointed Minister of State at the Welsh Office under the new Secretary of State for Wales, Peter Walker. Walker remained in that post until 1990 when he stepped down of his own accord – the year that Wyn Roberts picked up his knighthood.

 

Peter Walker was the Tory MP for Worcester, 1961-92. He retired from the Commons and picked up his peerage in 1992 ie. the year after I was bullied out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School after an attempt to frame me for serious offences by the mental health services in north Wales; the year after my close friend who knew what had happened to me in north Wales and who wanted to make a film about it was unfairly dismissed from the Royal Television Society and had her career in the media ruined; the year that her partner was being hounded out of his job at the BBC. It was in April 1992 that five witnesses to the North Wales Paedophile Ring were killed in an arson attack.

Walker had shown an interest in a political career at a very young age. In 1946 when he was 14 he spoke at a Conservative Conference and was invited to meet Leo Amery, who had plotted the overthrow of Lloyd George’s Coalition in 1922. Amery told Walker to become financially independent before entering the Commons, because it would stop him having to be compromised ‘if resignation were necessary’. Obviously an occupational hazard that one must plan for.

Walker followed Amery’s advice and went into the insurance business, soon forming a partnership with the future MP for Taunton Edward Du Cann, who when I was a kid in Somerset was widely alleged to have been a crook. When Du Cann was older he resigned from a company just before it collapsed owing millions and was later investigated for matters relating to his taxes. Walker also invested in property companies and formed a City partnership with Jim Slater, Slater Walker Securities.

Walker worked on JFK’s Primary election campaign team and was PPS to Selwyn Lloyd when Lloyd was Lord Privy Seal. Walker and Lloyd remained close friends – Lloyd was godfather to one of Walker’s sons.

In 1965 Walker organised Heath’s leadership campaign and under Heath was appointed Minister for Housing and Local Gov’t. In 1970 Walker was proud to be the world’s first Environment Minister. He was Secretary of State for Energy, 1983-87, playing an ‘important role’ in opposing the miners’ strike. During the miners’ strike, Walker maintained private links with Norman Willis, the General Secretary of the TUC, which sounds like the basis for something underhand.

As Secretary of State for Wales, Walker ‘easily won’ crucial financial battles with John Major, the then Chief Secretary to the Treasury. Walker also ‘pioneered a Valley’s initiative, attracted major investment from Bosch and Toyota and gave the go-ahead for the second Severn Bridge’. The building of Corruption Bay went ahead on Walker’s watch.

Walker was Chair of the Carlton Club and a founder of the Tory Reform Group. He has held Directorships with: Rothschilds; Tate and Lyle; Dalgety and British Gas. Walker was the Chairman of Thornton and Co.

Walker’s son Robin followed in his footsteps as MP for Worcester.

Walker was a great champion of the hospice movement and was the Patron of St Richards Hospice in Worcester which was founded in 1984. I have always been a little mystified as to why, in north Wales, the hospices are log jammed with the paedophiles’ friends – I have previously blogged about those associated with St David’s Hospice in Llandudno and St Kentigerns at St Asaph. I presumed that it was a function of so many of the paedophiles’ friends being involved with health and social care, but I’m wondering if there was a bigger problem after reading an extract from Hansard, March 2000. The extract is the transcript of a speech that Walker made to the Lords in which he pleads for NHS funding for hospices and includes the responses of other members of the Lords.

In the Lords debate, a number of Top Doctors are warmly mentioned, including Professor David Clark and Professor Karol Sikora. David Clark was mentioned in a comment by a correspondent to this blog some weeks ago. Karol Sikora is a cancer specialist who for some years now has robustly promoted the privatisation of the NHS and is a leading light in a pressure group with other Top Doctors lobbying for this. Yet in 2000 the Lords involved in a debate about hospice funding were using figures supplied by Sikora as a basis for arguing for NHS funding for hospices. Sikora worked at Hammersmith Hospital in the late 1980s when I was a postgraduate there, although he seemed to have a big bust up with his former colleagues from Hammersmith a few years ago. For details of the research fraud and misconduct that was happening at Hammersmith, see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’. The impression that I have always gained of Sikora is that he is primarily concerned with becoming very rich. He is a wealthy man already but I think that he wants more – his rationale for privatising the NHS is frequently wrapped up in arguments that Top Doctors can then be paid what they are truly worth. In one article in a broadsheet he argued that people should be paid on the basis of how essential their contribution is to society and therefore doctors should be paid more than anyone else. NHS consultants earn approx. £100k basic – people like Sikora who undertake private work earn much, much more. Food is even more essential for life than hi-tech oncology – so I await Sikora to begin lobbying for dinner ladies who feed the nations’ children and subsistence farmers in developing countries to be paid more than he is.

Another Top Doctor who gets a mention in Hansard during Walker’s debate is Vicky Clement-Jones. Vicky Clement-Jones was a Top Doctor from Barts who in the mid-80s developed ovarian cancer herself and died, whilst still only in her 30s. Before she died, Vicky and some others whom she knew founded a charity called Cancer BACUP. It gained an enormous amount of publicity and also undertook a massive amount of fundraising. BACUP made a lot of noise about being the vehicle to beat cancer, particularly ovarian cancer, which had a frighteningly high mortality rate. Vicky Clement-Jones donated her own tissue to cancer research and I remember attending a lecture which featured her cell lines. The death of Vicky Clement-Jones was undoubtedly very sad but I am intrigued by the way in which Cancer BACUP received such a high profile and the discourse that accompanied it. Vicky Clement-Jones herself was an outstanding researcher as well as a Top Doctor – she had done very very well whilst she was at Cambridge and by the time that she set that charity up she was at Barts with years of research and clinical work under her belt. She will have known as well as I do that what holds cancer research – or indeed any branch of health and social care research – back is not the lack of donations to charity or people like Vicky donating cell lines, it is research fraud, bad science and the vested interest of pharmaceutical companies, the medical establishment and the blinkered views of policy makers. The literature produced by BACUP is very similar to the literature produced by present day cancer charities – it is all about ‘fighting cancer’, ‘inspirational people’, ‘fund raising so scientists can find out more’ etc etc. Vicky would have been too intelligent to believe that this was going to lead anywhere. Yet it was full speed ahead for BACUP.

Vicky died and health outcomes for many cancers in the UK today are not that much better than they were when Vicky established BACUP. Ovarian cancer still has a very high mortality rate and is usually not diagnosed until the prognosis is poor. In spite of all the fighting, the surviving, the screening etc etc. I would dearly love to know the full story behind BACUP and why Vicky allowed herself to be used in a way that she must have known would not lead to improvements in outcomes for cancer patients. I note from past BACUP documents that BACUP was given a lot of free PR when Professor Anthony Clare interviewed Vicky Clement-Jones on ‘In The Psychiatrist’s Chair’ and through their links with Rob Buckman. Rob Buckman was a high profile media Top Doctor who was a cousin of Barbara Amiel, wife of Conrad Black who owned the Telegraph. Amiel and Black both ended up going to prison for white-collar crime involving large sums of money. Rob Buckman left the UK for America and died a few years ago ‘in his sleep for an unknown reason’. Which sounds rather unlikely, particularly as he wasn’t even that old.

However I learnt something from Hansard, namely that a leading light in BACUP was one Lord Tim Clement-Jones, Vicky’s widower. It was Tim who was repeating Karol Sikora’s demands for money from the NHS for hospices. Tim also mentioned Professor Mike Richards, the then National Cancer Care Director and refers to a joint statement from the BMA and the RCN.

Tim Clement-Jones is a solicitor and was the head of legal services at LWT, 1980-93. He became a Trustee and Director of Cancer BACUP in 1986; was Co-Secretary of Woolworths Ltd which later became Kingfisher plc between 1986-95; was Chair of the Liberal Party 1986-88; was Chair of Crime Concern, 1991-95; was Treasurer of the Lib Dems, 2005-10; is the honorary President of Ambitious About Autism – and was Chair of the Trustees for 7 years; the London Managing Partner of DLA Piper UK LLP and Chair of their China and Middle East desks; a member of UCL’s Council; a Trustee of the Barbican Centre; an Ambassador of the Law Society; an Ambassador of Barts Charity.

In 1998 Tim was made a life peer.

LWT, the Liberal Party and the Law Society are well aware of the wrongdoing of the Top Doctors and the problem of organised child sexual abuse, including the paedophile ring that operated in north Wales when Peter Walker and his colleagues at the Welsh Office concealed such matters. As for Kingfisher plc – in the early 1990s, Kingfisher plc held the contract for cleaning a number of shops in Bangor and some of the depts in Bangor University. The cleaners were grossly exploited and were supervised by regional supervisors who were also grossly exploited and were pressurised from above to exploit the cleaners. No-one worked for Kingfisher plc for more than two months, not even the supervisors. The pay was as low as Kingfisher could possibly get away with – which in Gwynedd in the early 1990s was very low indeed – and the supervisors were required to travel across Gwynedd to various locations to carry out spot checks and generally harass the cleaners. The supervisors didn’t get a fuel allowance so they could have well been taking home even less than the cleaners. I bet Tim wasn’t getting up at 4am to polish supermarket floors were you Tim – you were too busy caring about cancer survivors and providing a bit of PR for the Top Doctors…

Someone who contributed to the debate in the Lords led by Peter Walker was another person who was an enthusiastic supporter of the hospice movement, Baroness Jean McFarlane. Jean McFarlane was a crossbencher who would have known all about the practices of the Top Doctors and the paedophiles’ friends – she was a nurse from Cardiff. Jean did her initial training at Barts and then returned to Cardiff and worked as a health visitor. She was Vice-President of the League of Nurses at Barts – so what with her and Tim it looks rather as though this debate in the Lords was a bit of lobbying from Barts in particular, as well as the wider medical establishment. In the 1960s Jean had been part of the RCN research programme ‘Study of Nursing Care’. In 1974 she was appointed to the first Chair of Nursing in an English university, namely at Manchester – she remained in this position until 1989. McFarlane served on the Royal Commission on the NHS 1976-79, under Sir Alec Merrison, a nuclear physicist. She wrote ‘A Guide to the Practice of Nursing Using the Nursing Process’. I suspect that Jean McFarlane was at the forefront of those Angels who left the ward as soon as they could to wield power in higher places and spout rubbish about things like the ‘nursing process’ (the succeeding generation replaced that concept with ‘nursing science’ because that sounds even better if you’re trying to pass yourself off as a professor), rather than admit that things were going terribly, terribly wrong at the coalface, thus beginning the process of deep denial in the NHS which led us to Mid-Staffs or indeed to north Wales.

Jean was a committed Christian and was a member of the general synod of the Church of England, 1990-94. She had a particular interest in the hospice movement and until 2008 was Vice-President of St Anne’s Hospice, Heald Green, Cheshire.

Another supporter of the hospice movement who contributed to Walker’s debate was Lord Billy Blease. Billy Blease was a trade unionist from N Ireland who was given a peerage in 1978. He was a member of the IBA (Independent Broadcasting Authority) 1974-79 and the Labour spokesperson on N Ireland in the Lords 1979-82. In 1997 Tony Blair appointed him to the British-Irish Parliamentary Body.

Another contributer was Lord Eric Varley, who was the NUM sponsored Labour MP for Chesterfield, 1964-84. Varley was PPS to PM Harold Wilson 1968-69 and was appointed Secretary of State for Energy in 1974.  In 1976 in his capacity as Secretary of State for Industry, Varley wanted to shut the car company Chrysler down, but the Cabinet forced an increase in the subsidy to keep it open. Varley appointed Michael Edwardes as Chairman of British Leyland. There followed an entrenched battle between Michael Edwardes and the trade union leader Red Robbo aka Derek Robinson, who died very recently. The Mail online helpfully reminded it’s readers just how terrible Red Robbo was, how he was a communist and even stood as such as a Parliamentary candidate on a number of occasions, but they forgot to mention that there was a great deal of dissatisfaction with Michael Edwardes at the time. Edwardes was being paid an absolute fortune, made thousands and thousands of workers redundant, yet allegations of mismanagement and incompetence swirled around him and not just from Red Robbo and the people who were made redundant.

Varley led Denis Healey’s campaign for the Labour Party leadership in 1980. In 1983 he was appointed Chair of Coalite plc. He resigned his seat at Chesterfield – he was succeeded by Tony Benn – and was made a life peer in 1990.

Eric Varley’s name was in the media again very recently. He was known to have been very friendly with the Labour MP Gerald Kaufman and it was revealed that Kaufman left absolutely everything in his will to Eric Varley – an expensive property in St John’s Wood, all his dosh, absolutely everything. Varley though died seven years ago – Kaufman had made the will when Varley was still alive and hadn’t updated it. As with a lot of politicians who remain in the Commons into old age, the media have for the last few years been rather kinder to Kaufman than they used to be. We have been reminded that it was Kaufman who called the Labour manifesto of 1983 ‘the longest suicide note in history’ and Kaufman has been portrayed as a voice of reason during the years of the loony left and Michael Foot. Which is interesting because I remember Kaufman insulting people, upsetting them, really pissing everyone off and being considered an oily git who couldn’t be trusted. Harriet Harman likes to believe that she was attacked in her capacity as a feminist by wags who referred to her as Harriet Harperson, but Private Eye took the piss out of one Gerald Kaufperson long before anyone bothered to have a go at Harriet. So Kaufperson himself was at the heart of the 1970s and 80s Labour Party when the London boroughs were rife with paedophiles abusing the kids in their care.

 

Another Lord contributing was Lord Barney Heyhoe. Barney Heyhoe was where the action was whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles were breaking the law and abusing patients and children in care in north Wales – he was a Minister in the DHSS 1985-86, acting as Secretary of State Norman Fowler’s deputy and was responsible for the public education programme about AIDS. Barney Heyhoe praised the Sue Ryder Foundation during the Lords debate – that Foundation stands accused of mistreating people who have been in its care.

Heyhoe began working for the Conservative Research Department as Heath became leader of the Tory Party in the mid-60s – the Conservative Research Department where Matthew Parris once worked and in which Parris alleged was a senior male member of staff who would go out and about in London on buses looking for much younger men to pick up. Parris also alleged that the department was organising staff holidays to a location in Europe called the ‘Villa of Shame’, at which ‘boys’ were supplied. Heyhoe was a Tory MP between 1970-92. He was Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State responsible for the Army 1979-81 and Minister of State for the civil service 1981-85.

He was a friend of Nicholas Scott whom Ann Widdecombe alleged had one hell of an alcohol problem, the consequences of which were concealed by his friends and colleagues.

Heyhoe was made a life peer in 1992 – like a few others who were involved in concealing the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Between 1993-95 Heyhoe Chaired the Guys and St Thomas’s NHS Trust. It was at that time that Guys and St Thomas’s accepted as a medical student a young man from Gwynedd who had experienced severe mental health problems – but more worryingly had carried out seriously violent attacks on his dog, a neighbour’s cat and his own girlfriend, who later left him and refused him access to their baby on the grounds of the baby’s safety. After being accepted as a student at Guys and Tommys but before taking up his place this man worked as a porter in Ysbyty Gwynedd. He was caught on a number of occasions having sex with ancillary staff on the premises during work hours. Not only was there no action taken against him, but after he qualified – although he had a serious breakdown whilst he was at Guys and Tommys – the North West Wales NHS Trust employed him as a psychiatrist. A number of people complained about him, including me. I raised my concerns with the GMC. Keith Thomson, the Chief Exec of the NW Wales NHS Trust wrote to the GMC telling them that I had made ‘outrageous allegations’ about Trust staff. The GMC took no action. Some two years later I told that the psychiatrist in question had finally been stopped practicing after assaulting his wife so seriously that she was sectioned as a result of her own distress. His two children had been taken into care by Gwynedd Social Services on the grounds of severe neglect. When I made representations about this man to the GMC I made representations about his clinical director as well. The GMC took no action. Earlier this year my lawyers forwarded me a copy of a document that had been found in the possession of the GMC purporting to be a letter from me in relation to this complaint – the letter was a forgery (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’).

If Barney is still alive would he like to tell us what was going on at Guys and Tommys when he Chaired that Trust?

Hansard records that Earl Howe mentioned that the NHS is based on ‘human dignity’. I was so gobsmacked when I read that, that I thought I’d better find out who Earl Howe is.

Earl Howe also goes under the name of Frederick Curzon. He is a Conservative peer – one of the hereditary ones who clung on after Blair’s rather half-hearted attempt at Lords reform in 1999 – and is at present Minister of State for Defence as well as Deputy Leader in the Lords. After Earl Howe graduated in 1973 he joined Barclays Bank and worked in senior positions both in London and overseas. He then ran the family farm – Seagraves Farm Co – and estate in Buckinghamshire. In 1991 Earl Howe was appointed as a Whip. In 1992 he was appointed Parliamentary Secretary at MAFF and between 1995-97 he was Parliamentary Under-Secretary at the MoD.

Earl Howe was opposition spokesman in the Lords for health and social services, 1997-2010. His special interests include penal affairs and he is a member of All Party Groups on penal affairs, abuse investigations, adoption and mental health. So perhaps Earl Howe can explain why he was debating with Peter Walker in 2000 who had run the Welsh Office whilst it concealed the abuse of children in care and of mental health patients from which a number of miscarriages of justice resulted – yet never asked Walker why he concealed organised crime and whether his receipt of a peerage was related to that. I note that Earl Howe was opposition spokesman on health and social services 1997-2010. That spans the period of the cover-up that was the Waterhouse Inquiry which was orchestrated by Earl Howe’s colleague in the Lords William Hague as well as the following years in which witnesses to the wrongdoing such as me who had managed to survive were ruthlessly harassed, threatened and repeatedly arrested by the people whom Hague had ensured were never held to account let alone brought to justice. Could you have a word with William about it all please Earl Howe? Because by the time that you had finished being opposition spokesman having not spoken very much at all about some very serious matters, William was swanning off around the world as Foreign Secretary, meeting the likes of Hilary Clinton. As one of your interests is ‘abuse investigations’ and Lord Hague is now spearheading the clean up of Westminster perhaps you’d like to launch an investigation into Lord Hague. As well as his wife – who worked as a civil servant in the Welsh Office whilst it concealed organised crime, including the sexual abuse of minors and mental health patients.

Another contributor to Walker’s debate was the then Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State, Lord Hunt of King’s Heath. That is Philip Hunt, a Labour Co-Operative peer. Hunt probably knows more about the wrongdoing in the NHS than anyone else in the Lords – he has spent his whole career at the heart of the wrongdoing, for the last few decades at the most senior level.

Philip Hunt graduated from Leeds University in 1970 and began working for the NHS in 1972 when he landed a job as a works study officer for the Oxford Region Hospital Board. In 1974 he began working as a hospital administrator for the Nuffield Orthopaedic Centre. Hunt was the first Secretary of the Edgware and Hendon Community Health Council in 1975 – the CHCs were an early incarnation of ‘service user involvement’, bodies that were dominated by NHS professionals and managers who ensured that the lid was kept on failure, scandal and neglect whilst claiming to be the ‘voice of the patients’. Hunt remained at the CHC until 1978 – it must have done him a great deal of good because it was immediately after this that Hunt hit the big time. In 1978 he was appointed the Assistant Director of the National Association of Health Authorities (NAHA), the body that represented those running the dysfunctional corrupt organisations that were leading the NHS into such trouble – including Gwynedd and Clwyd Health Authorities. Between 1984-90 Philip Hunt was Director of the NAHA. So he was representing the idiots running Gwynedd Health Authority whilst they were involved in criminal activities relating to their part in facilitating a paedophile gang, were bankrupting the organisation, were receiving letters from David Hunt the Secretary of State for Wales, whilst a hit squad had been sent in from the Welsh Office in a vain attempt to deal with the fuckwittery , whilst the fuckwittery was being discussed in the House. Clwyd Health Authority were conducting themselves in exactly the same way as was whichever Health Authority was responsible for running St George’s Hospital Medical School. Philip Hunt then became Director of the National Association of Health Authorities and Trusts (NAHAT), the succeeding body to the NAHA, in 1990. In 1993 Hunt received an OBE for ‘services to the NHS’.

A new vehicle to represent the crooks and conmen running the NHS was conjured up in 1996 – the NHS Confederation. Philip Hunt was its first Chief Executive. He’ll have known the MP Jess Phillips’s mum then (see post ‘Everywoman?’). In 1997 Hunt received a peerage and was appointed Parliamentary Under-Secretary at the Department of Health. Being a man of principle he resigned in March 2003 over the invasion of Iraq. He didn’t resign from the House of course, although he was one of Tony’s cronies, a New Labour peer, so he was able to return to Gov’t in May 2005 when he was appointed Parliamentary Under-Secretary at the DWP. In Jan 2007 he became Minister of State at the Department of Health with responsibility for NHS reform. In July of the same year he became Parliamentary Under-Secretary at the Ministry of Justice and in 2008 Hunt was appointed Minister of State at DEFRA AND at DECC (Dept for Energy and Climate Change). Oh, he was Deputy Leader of the Lords as well.

Following Ed Miliband’s appointment as leader of the Labour Party, Hunt became Labour’s spokesperson on Home Affairs. In Sept 2011 Hunt contributed to the publication ‘What Next For Labour? Ideas For A New Generation’.

Hunt has occupied many other positions as well. He was: a member of Oxford City Council 1973-79; a member of Oxfordshire Health Authority 1975-77; a member of Birmingham City Council 1980-82; Co-Chair of the Association for Public Health 1994-98; President of the Family Planning Association 1997-98; Joint Chair of the All Party Primary Care and Public Health Group 1997-98; Vice-Chair of the All Party Group on AIDS; Chair of the National Patient Safety Agency 2004-05; President of the Health Care Supplies Association 2010-present; President of the Royal Society of Public Health 2010-present.

In July 1999 Tony Blair made Hunt Health Minister in the Lords.

Between April 2011-2014 Hunt was Chair of the Heart of England NHS Foundation Trust. That was the Trust which employed the breast surgeon Ian Paterson who was recently imprisoned for performing unnecessary operations on dozens of people for financial gain.

Philip Hunt will know the details behind scores of NHS scandals and tragedies, he will know that organised child sexual abuse was endemic in the children’s services, he will know that the psychiatric system was being used to conceal this and he will have been at the very centre of this in Birmingham. The reason that Hunt ended up in Gov’t was that he kept quiet about it all.

I mentioned that Blair made Hunt Lords’ Health Minister in July 1999. Before Blair carried out his reshuffle, Baroness Hayman was Lords’ Health Minister.

Helene Valerie Hayman has a CV nearly as shameful as Philip Hunt. Hayman studied law at Newnham College, Cambridge. After graduating in 1969 she worked for Shelter. Between 1971-74 Hayman was involved with the Social Services in the Borough of Camden. So she’ll have been screwing up there alongside Tessa Jowell (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’). In 1974 Hayman was appointed the Deputy Director of the National Council for One Parent Families. The NCCL – which was at the time associated with PIE and ‘paedophiles’ rights’ – was associated with that organisation. Sue Slipman was involved with both the NCCL and the National Council for One Parent Families – Slipman later also occupied senior positions in the NHS, including the Chair of one Trust, although I note that information about that has disappeared from the internet, presumably because someone is feeling unusually embarrassed about the appointment.

Between 1974-79 Hayman was elected as the MP for Welwyn and Hatfield. Hayman was a member of Bloomsbury Health Authority (later Bloomsbury and Islington Health Authority) 1985-92 and was Vice-Chair from 1988 onwards. She was a member of the ethics committee of the Royal College of Gynaecologists 1982-97; of the ethics committee of UCL and UCH 1987-97; a member of the Council of UCL 1992-97 and the Chair of Whittington Hospital NHS Trust.

After such sterling service to bodies and institutions which had variously colluded with organised child sexual abuse and the abuse and neglect of mental health patients, ignored the horrors of the St David’s laundry in Gwynedd (see post ‘Every Sperm Is Sacred, Especially In Scotland’) and colluded with some highly questionable research and very poor practice, Hayman picked up her reward in 1996 – a peerage.

Hayman’s party continued. She became a junior Minister in the Dept of the Environment, Transport and Regions and in the Department of Health. In 1999 she was appointed Minister of State at the MAFF. She was Chair of Cancer Research UK 2001-05. For details of misconduct and research fraud among people involved with that charity (which was previously known as the Cancer Research Campaign) see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’. Hayman was a Trustee of the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew 2002-06; a Trustee of the Tropical Health and Education Trust 2005-06. She was a member of the Lords Select Committee on Assisted Dying for the Terminally Ill Bill, 2004-05. In 2005 Hayman became Chair of the Human Tissue Authority and she was a member of the HFEA 2005-06.

Hayman ended up as Lord Speaker, something which she had probably been aspiring to for years.

 

The Secretary of State for Wales who followed Peter Walker was David Hunt, now Lord Hunt. It was on David Hunt’s watch that the attempts to silence people who had crossed paths with Dafydd and the paedophiles escalated – Hunt was in post between 1990-93 and it was then that I and my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales found ourselves hounded out of jobs, our careers ruined, threatened, repeatedly arrested, violently attacked in the street by assailants etc as detailed in previous posts. Hunt was Secretary of State when allegations that children in care in north Wales had been abused by a paedophile ring connected to Westminster and that a cover-up involving people at the highest echelons of society was underway began appearing in the UK media. Hunt was Secretary of State when the five witnesses to the abuse in north Wales were killed in an arson attack (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs’).

Interestingly enough, Wyn Roberts’s obituaries make no reference to Hunt or to Wyn’s relationship with him. It is as if Hunt had never been his boss. What all Wyn’s obituaries did bang on about though was Wyn’s huge triumph in persuading Thatcher’s Gov’t to establish a Welsh language TV channel and – the real biggie – to draw up a Welsh Language Act. The Welsh Language Act 1993 resulted. Thatcher and her Gov’t were utterly unsympathetic to the idea of Welsh language rights and certainly did not want this Act. But Wyn with his magik persuaded old Thatch that it was a good idea and lo and behold a Welsh Language Act emerged. Now how do readers think that Wyn persuaded a woman who employed as one of her closet aides a man who was molesting children in care in north Wales to pass a Welsh Language Act???

Thus Wyn Roberts has been written into Welsh history as a ‘friend of Wales’, ‘the greatest living Welshman’, ‘a rare and valuable asset for the Conservative Party’ and ‘the protector of the language’, on the back of a truly shameful trade off between him and his masters in a Gov’t who were orchestrating a massive cover-up of the serious abuse of children in care and mental health patients. A cover-up which resulted in the framing and wrongful imprisonment of innocent people – and the deaths of many more.

All for the sake of a fucking Welsh Language Act – which wasn’t even very good, didn’t actually protect the rights of Welsh speakers as it should and was simply followed by calls for a better Act. This was sold to Wales as a triumph. The Welsh language continued to die – as did the people who knew about the scandal that enabled Roberts to get that Act through. This wasn’t the end of the problems – because there were so many people who knew what had been concealed. They all had to be bought off – or if they couldn’t be bought off with a peerage or a job that they didn’t deserve and couldn’t do – they had to be silenced by threats, intimidation or even death. As for the worm Wyn – he was rewarded with a peerage in 1997 and hung around like a particularly dreadful stench literally until the day that the old bastard died in 2013. Wyn’s obituaries proudly remembered that such was Wyn’s ‘influence’ that David Cameron was still consulting Wyn on devolution when Cameron became leader of the Tory Party.

In the immediate aftermath of his death, the tributes to Wyn Roberts on the BBC News were led by Cameron, who remembered Roberts as ‘a devoted public servant and a tireless ambassador for Wales’, ‘one of the kindest and most compassionate colleagues I had the pleasure to work with’ and made reference to his ‘gentle nature’. Cameron – people were raped, beaten, buggered, stitched up in Court, sent to Risley Remand Centre where they were then found dead, killed in car accidents, killed in arson attacks and your devoted public servant with a gentle nature knew all about it.

David Jones, a creep of a solicitor from Llandudno who was Cameron’s Secretary of State for Wales at the time of Roberts’s death, joined in the tributes. Roberts was ‘an extraordinary man’ who did ‘more for Welsh cultural life than any man of his generation’, was ‘very kind, extremely wise with a tremendous sense of humour’, ‘a kind friend and a wise counsellor’. David Jones knew all about the abuses and the miscarriages of justice, he worked in the Courts in north Wales where it was all going on (see post ‘The Rt Hon David Jones MP’). Perhaps he just had a good laugh at it all, along with Wyn who had such a tremendous sense of humour.

Andrew R.T. Davies, the leader of the Tories in Wales talked of this ‘very sad day’ and Roberts’s ‘impact’ upon Wales – yes, the legacy of the paedophile ring which he protected has virtually destroyed the nation.

Lord Crickhowell, Wyn’s boss who made millions out of Corruption Bay, chipped in calling Roberts ‘my advisor and my guru’ who made a ‘great contribution to the health service in Wales’ and was ‘an indispensable number two to me’. Crickhowell is a millionaire – the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board in north Wales is Chaired by Dr Peter Higson, one of the paedophiles’ friends and is currently in special measures after undercover filming on Tawel Fan ward revealed abuse of mental health patients, who had untreated fractures and were crawling around on the floor – which was covered with faeces and urine – whilst they were naked.

Lord Barry Jones, former Labour MP for Alyn and Deeside, (see comments following my post ‘Wheels Within Wheels Or Flies Drawn To The Same Incestuously Corrupt Shithouse?’ for the lowdown on Lord Baz and his wife) commented that Wyn Roberts ‘built more roads than the Romans’. Yes Wyn was always happy to get involved with the roads. In the early 1990s I was loosely involved with a campaign to stop a huge road being built through the oak woodland behind Bethesda – Wyn spent many happy hours corresponding with the campaign group, met with them all, they thought that he was great ‘especially for a Tory’. The group contained a high proportion of hippyish environmentalists who couldn’t believe that they were being so well-received by an agent of Thatch. Well they weren’t complaining about organised crime within the social services and NHS. The Bethesda by-pass was shelved and an alternative strategy was pursued and then Wyn became a Green Hero as well. I never met Roberts although the other campaigners did – but if I had he’d never have known who I was. Because he had barely condescended to reply to me let alone meet me a few years earlier when I raised the matter of the wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends with him…

Elfyn Llwyd, a barrister who was for many years the Plaid MP for Meirionydd – a good friend of the paedophiles’ friends himself and oh so passionate about the Welsh language – remarked that Roberts’s death had resulted in a ‘big loss to us as a nation’.

Huw Jones, the then Chair of the S4C authority described Wyn as ‘a guardian angel’ with ‘mischief in his eye’. Was it Wyn who threw the petrol bomb into the party which resulted in the deaths of the five witnesses Huw??? What a scamp!

Huw might know quite a bit about people who have mischief in their eyes. In 2012 Huw was appointed Chair of the rather troubled S4C by Jeremy Hunt, who was then Culture Secretary under the Con Dem Coalition. Prior to that Huw was Chief Exec of S4C 1995-05, so he will have had a lot to do with the chaos and troubles at S4C. The UK.Gov website told us that Huw’s appointment as Chair of S4C was ‘made on merit, following a fair, open, transparent process’. Huw is described as a ‘prominent figure in Welsh language music and media since the late 60s’ and in the early 80s was ‘instrumental as an entrepreneur and TV producer in the establishment of a vibrant media industry in north west Wales’. Huw was MD of the record company Sain until 1981 and in 1981 co-founded Teledu-r and Tir Glas in Caernarfon.

I’ll translate Huw’s achievements for readers in England who won’t be aware of the context. This all means that Huw is a former colleague of Dafydd Iwan, a folk-singer and language activist who was a leading light in Sain. Folk-singing and language activism are not at all problematic but Dafydd Iwan for many years was a Councillor and then the leader of Gwynedd County Council – the Gwynedd County Council who’s Social Services Dept allowed a paedophile gang to operate in it’s children’s homes. Gwynedd County Council also employed a corrupt lawyer, Ron Evans, who along with his boss the County Secretary and Solicitor H. Ellis Hughes, actively colluded with the paedophiles’ colleagues in Gwynedd Social Services to frame people who had dared complain (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). Dafydd Iwan is a big admirer of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and wrote a song ‘in tribute’ to him.

Dafydd Iwan’s brother Alun Ffred is the former Plaid AM for Arfon.

Huw Jones might also know another musician who’s career began in the music scene in north west Wales and who became a very big name – Gruff Rhys of the Super Furry Animals. Gruff Rhys’s dad was Ioan Bowen Rees, another self-appointed guardian of the Welsh language and culture. Bowen Rees was for years the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council – whilst the paedophile ring raged within and the Social Services, Ron Evans and H. Ellis Hughes stitched up complainants (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

As Huw was involved with S4C at the dawn of time, perhaps he can explain why in 1984-85 I was being told by teenagers who lived in the Menai Bridge area who aspired to a career in the media that if your mum or dad worked for S4C you’d get a job, but it was a lot more difficult if you ‘didn’t know anyone at S4C’.

For a number of years now S4C has been on its arse, with plummeting viewing figures and at least one very senior executive disappeared from the company overnight with no explanation.

Huw is or was: Chair of Portmeirion Ltd; Deputy Chair of the Wales Employment and Skills Board; a member of the Welsh Language Board; a member of the RSPB Council; Vice-Chair of Nant Gwrtheyrn Language Learning Centre; a fellow of the Royal Television Society.

Huw lives near Caernarfon. Along with a great many other well-paid people who identify as protecting the language and culture and who knew all about that paedophile ring.

After Wyn died, Meri Huws the Welsh Language Commissioner said that she’d ‘always remember the significant contribution’ that Roberts made to the Welsh language. Meri Huws worked as a social worker in Caernarfon. For more details of Meri’s rise to the top – including an account of how she was alleged to have acquired the moniker of ‘the crack of doom’ in the National Assembly of Wales – see post ‘Let Me Enlighten Lord Gnome…’.

Derek Bellis, a ‘veteran journalist and friend’ of Wyn’s told BBC Wales that Roberts was ‘very kind gentle and humourous with ‘no ego at all’ (Wyn was some sort of Zen master then). Best of all: ‘no toff was Wyn – he was a man of the people’. So that’s what he was doing sitting in the Lords after a lifetime concealing a vicious paedophile ring who’s prime targets were the children of the dispossessed.

Lest anyone on the planet believe that the Welsh Language Act was actually worth the destruction of the lives of numerous people, I’ll just let you know where I learnt my first few words of Welsh and a bit of history about the quarrymen of north Wales. It was from another patient, when I had been illegally incarcerated in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh by Dafydd, along with a few other folk who had been targeted by the paedophiles friends. Most of the victims of the paedophiles’ friends spoke WELSH! But they didn’t have parents who were Councillors or Top Doctors or managers of Social Services or Chief Executives of S4C or senior figures in Plaid.

I have never encountered such a heap of hypocritical horse-shit as that which has emanated from these utter fools who ignored something terrible, who kept a monstrous Tory Gov’t in power – a Gov’t which inflicted massive damage upon Wales, some of whose members used the children’s homes in north Wales as brothels. YOU FUCKING IDIOTS – JUST LOOK WHAT YOU DID.

Dylan Jones-Evans, a Tory and an ‘entrepreneur’ who has been serially dismissed from a number of universities, told the Daily Post that Wyn was ‘a wonderful man and politician whose legacy will continue for years to come’. You’re dead right there Dylan, thanks to Wyn, Wales’s Councils are rotten boroughs, the Assembly is full of politicians who ignored what Wyn was ignoring as well and the NHS and social services are log jammed with corrupt fuckwits who have no idea how to do their jobs properly even if they wanted to. The nation is virtually bankrupt but Lord Crickhowell and other chums of Wyn’s made a fortune out of Corruption Bay. And Thatcher went on and on and on – which was after all, why those witnesses just had to be silenced.

After Roberts had pegged out, Carwyn announced that he was ‘saddened’.

What was I doing when I heard that the viper with mischief in his eye had snuffed it? I was sitting in the Heddfan Unit in Wrexham Maelor Hospital having been sectioned because a neurological problem had been ignored/misdiagnosed and I was also maintaining that the mental health services were corrupt and had concealed a paedophile ring. Documents that are now in my possession compiled by the appalling Dr Raj Sambhi show that Raj Sambhi stated in the wake of my allegations that I was ‘psychotic’ and ‘very seriously ill’. Whilst I was in that Unit the Tawel Fan scandal exploded and the Betsi Board was placed in special measures – because of the institutional abuse of mental health patients. And Operation Pallial – the police investigation into the abuse of children in north Wales – was re-opened and John Allen, the former owner of the Bryn Alyn Community, was arrested, charged and convicted of the sexual abuse of children in care in north Wales. I sat in that Unit for many more months being told by Sambhi that I was mad.

Well Carwyn I did eventually get out after my life had been destroyed all over again by the paedophiles’ friends – I am not in the least bit ‘saddened’ that Wyn Roberts is dead, I’m up for a belated celebration. If you care to join me, we’ll open a bottle of champagne, pop over to his grave and dance on it. S4C can film us and Dafydd Iwan can give us a rendering of ‘Yma O Hyd’ while we dance. We’ll leave it to the Defenders Of The Language and Nation to explain to the world why we are doing it.

 

The wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles didn’t stop after the Welsh Language Act. Of course it didn’t, they were connected to organised crime.

John Redwood was appointed Secretary of State for Wales in 1993. He was a disaster on many levels. By the time that Redwood was in post, the police investigations into the abuse of children in north Wales had begun – investigations led by the North Wales Police, who had colluded with the abuse and who employed a senior police officer, Gordon Anglesea, who was one of the abusers himself. Then came the Jillings investigation and subsequent Report – the Report that was so damning that it was heavily redacted and pulped anyway, on the grounds that what had happened was so bad that the Council’s insurers would withdraw cover if anyone got to read the report. To date, no-one – except for the Council’s insurers and lawyers, including Michael Beloff QC, the lawyer who advised the insurance company – has ever read an unredacted copy of the Jillings Report. The day in 1996 after the Jillings Report was handed over to the Council, Clwyd County Council who had run the children’s homes that were the subject of the Jillings Report no longer existed anyway, so the organisation per se couldn’t be sued – it disappeared in a local Gov’t reorganisation. For the full story of Jillings and the aftermath, see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’

Something odd went on at a Gov’t level  during the Jillings investigation, but before the damning Report was completed. Redwood was removed as Secretary of State in June 1995 and was replaced by David Hunt – who stayed in the post for a matter of days, between 26 June and 5 July. What was happening at this time? The North Wales Hospital Denbigh was closing – after huge resistance from Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. After all what was going to happen to the people out there who’d been hidden away for donkeys years, illegally imprisoned? No-one ever knew. Would you like to tell us what you found when you finally went into that place Lord Hunt? Did you find the underground chamber where it was alleged that the staff kept patients who were a bit of a nuisance – the cellar where they threatened to put me?

As Denbigh closed, Dafydd was given the contract to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales (see post ‘The Evolution of a Drugs Baron?’).

On 13 July 1995 Sir Peter Morrison, the former Tory MP for Chester and aide of Thatcher’s who was abusing children from children’s homes in north Wales, was found dead at his home in London. He was a good deal too young to have died of old age – it was concluded that he had ‘fallen’. Yes, I think he had, but not quite in the way that those who claimed that was the cause of his death had meant.

After David Hunt made his brief reappearance as Secretary of State, a new Secretary of State was appointed – a William Hague! Hague took up his post eight days before Morrison was found dead and remained until 1997 when Blair was elected PM.

It was of course Hague who orchestrated the huge cover-up of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, the Waterhouse Inquiry. New readers can read the full details in the posts that I have written about that Inquiry. Lord Hague appeared on the BBC a couple of days ago stating that Westminster now had to become accountable. So perhaps he can now tell us why he appointed Sir Ronald Waterhouse to lead that Inquiry – a man who came from and grew up in the region where the paedophile ring operated for decades, a man who was a colleague and personal friend of so many of the people who occupied senior positions in the organisations which colluded with and concealed the abuse. Hague’s wife Ffion worked as a civil servant in the Welsh Office when it was concealing the abuse. Ffion has since worked for S4C! The Hagues now live in a mansion on the outskirts of Welshpool – if they lived in north Wales Ffion would probably be sitting on the Betsi Board and Gwynedd County Council just to keep everyone quiet.

North Wales has never recovered from the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. It has never gone away, although nearly everyone who was a kid in care or a patient in the North Wales Hospital has by now been found dead. Numerous people knew the extent of the wrongdoing and a lot of them know who did what and where the bodies are buried. A lot of those people are sitting in the Senedd, in the Commons or like Hague, are in the Lords. The scandal has plagued every Secretary of State for Wales ever since.

I suspect that one of those Secretaries didn’t have much first hand knowledge –  Cheryl Gillan was an MP for Buckinghamshire. The others all know something, probably a great deal.

Ron Davies, who ended up in hot water himself after he was caught cruising on Clapham Common in Oct 1998 – an incident which was repackaged for the media with the help of Alastair Campbell – and then caught again ‘looking for badgers’ in 2003 at another well-known cruising spot, will know a great deal, enough to make a police statement.

Ron Davies was elected as a Councillor in Caerphilly in 1969. In 1974 he was elected to Rhymney Valley District Council. Ron was educated at Cardiff University, worked as a teacher for two years and then took over Neil Kinnock’s post as a WEA tutor-organiser in 1970 when Kinnock became an MP. Between 1974-83 Ron worked as an FE advisor for Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority. In 1983 he was elected the Labour MP for Caerphilly.

Ron was the Labour Party’s spokesman for Wales, 1992-97 – as the investigations and inquiries into the paedophile ring were launched. In 1997 Blair appointed him Secretary of State for Wales.

Ron became a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards in 1998.

Ron Davies was considered to be the ‘architect of devolution’ in Wales and he led the negotiations in preparation for the National Assembly. The negotiations which involved those corrupt civil servants from the Welsh Office who had concealed the paedophile ring, as well as the many ‘advisors’, including Ioan Bowen Rees, the former Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council. Ron absolutely assumed that he would become First Minister of Wales, but it all fell apart for him just before he was about to become First Minister when he was caught on Clapham Common.

Although nobody ever got to the bottom of what went on at Clapham Common, Ron made a number of statements in the aftermath, variously claiming to have been abused as a child, to be bisexual and then to be receiving psychiatric help as a result of his compulsion to seek out risky situations. There wasn’t much rallying around Ron – a lot of people quietly crawled out of the woodwork and commented that he was a very unpleasant man, had done terrible things to a lot of people for many years and had a very big problem with women.

Hey Ron, have you ever wondered why your cruising on Clapham Common ended in a disaster after old Blair confirmed that you’d be made First Minister, but just before it actually happened?? I bet you’d gone out cruising with no problems hundreds of times – but then you got mugged just before the big day.

Ron has taken a rather erratic politic journey since then. He stood down from Parliament in 2001, left the Labour Party in 2004 and joined Forward Wales. He stood as an Independent between 2009-10 and then joined Plaid. His attempts at getting re-elected have not been successful. Since 2008 Ron has been a Councillor on Caerphilly County Borough Council. Which is currently embroiled in an enormous scandal, which dates back some years.

Ron’s ex-wife Christina was elected as the MP for Neath in 2015. Christina was one of those who was part of the mass resignation in an attempt to bring Jeremy Corbyn down, but when it didn’t work she had a change of heart and she’s now part of Jezza’s front bench team again. Christina  has previously been a member of the Welsh Executive Committee of the Labour Party. Christina’s wiki entry is gobsmackingly brief for a barrister who was married to someone so notorious for so many years and who will know a great deal about the shenanigans. Christina’s wiki tells us a lot about her time as head girl at school and her sporting interests. I am sure there are many more interesting things that Christina has been involved with.

Alun Michael who succeeded Ron Davies as Secretary of State for Wales and who was then imposed on Wales as First Minister by Blair -after Blair failed in his attempt to impose Ron on everyone – came from Anglesey and went to school in Colwyn Bay. After graduating from Keele University in 1966, Alun Michael worked as a reporter on the South Wales Echo until 1971, then was employed as a youth and community worker until 1987. In 1972 he was appointed as a Magistrate, Chairing the Juvenile Bench in Cardiff. Michael was a City of Cardiff Councillor between 1973-89 – so he’ll have been down there with a few others who kept schtum about the organised abuse of children and those who carefully cultivated the ground in readiness for the bonanza for the few that was the development of Corruption Bay. In 1987 Michael was elected for the seat that Jim Callaghan had just vacated, Cardiff South and Penarth. Alun Michael is now South Wales Police and Crime Commissioner. Of course he knows nuzzing.

I received an e mail some time ago alleging that Paul Murphy – who was Secretary of State for Wales 1999-02 when the Waterhouse Report was submitted to his office, but who had very little to say about it other than how glad to was to have been reassured that no public figures had been involved in the abuse of children – had been involved in some dreadful things.

 

After Wyn Roberts stood down as MP for Conwy, Betty Williams succeeded him. The Betty Williams who had me thrown out of Tesco whilst she was campaigning in there because I tried to speak to her about the abuse of mental health patients at the Hergest Unit. Williams also ignored a letter from at least one other patient complaining of abuse at the hands of the staff of the Hergest Unit. The Hergest Unit had one of the highest suicide rates in England and Wales. Betty Williams was previously the Mayor of Arfon and a Gwynedd County Councillor. She grew up and lives near Caernarfon. Of course she knew what went on.

There is another person who will have known what went on – the Labour MP for Conwy 1966-70, who held the seat before Wyn Roberts, Ednyfed Hudson Davies. Hudson Davies was educated at University College Swansea and  Balliol College, Oxford. After losing Conwy in 1970, he re-surfaced in 1979 when he was elected for Caerphilly. In 1981 Hudson Davies defected to the SDP – to join Dr Death and the gang, many of whom knew about the abuse of children by Westminster figures. He lost his seat in 1983 – to one Ron Davies…

Ednyfed is now Chair of a museum trust in the New Forest.

 

I don’t know why Thatcher never made Wyn Roberts Secretary of State for Wales, he played a key role in keeping her in her job and probably helped keep a few people dear to her out of prison as well. I suspect that neither Thatcher nor those around her actually had a shred of respect for the worm who did their bidding. After all Wales and the people within didn’t matter – they were there to make the likes of Nicholas Edwardes very rich and supply children for the paedophiles of Westminster…

 

 

 

 

A Top Doctor In The News

The shit has finally hit the fan over the contaminated blood products scandal and Andy Burnham is currently revelling in taking the credit for being instrumental in forcing Theresa May to hold an Inquiry into the whole sorry business – perhaps Andy will soon explain why he and Alan Johnson ignored over 80 requests to hold a public inquiry into Mid-Staffs, as patients were wiped out. One Top Doctor, Dr Diana Walford, has been identified as being crucial taking the decision that led to the use of infected blood products in her capacity as a Gov’t Medical Officer. She has been named in the media and has snottily simply said that she will not be drawn into commenting. I bet she won’t – Diana’s tenure as a Top Doctor in the higher echelons of the Civil Service touched on a few other worrying matters as well.

Diana qualified at the University of Liverpool in the 6os and also worked as a house officer in Liverpool immediately after qualifying. She began working as a Gov’t Medical Officer for the DHSS in 1976. Between 1983-1986 Diana was Senior Principal Medical Officer and Under Secretary in the Medical Manpower and Education Division. During the academic year 1986-1987 she took a sabbatical which she spent at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine. She then returned to work for the Dept of Health and was appointed Senior Principal Medical Officer and Under Secretary. Between 1989-92 Diana was Deputy Chief Medical Officer for England as well as Medical Director of the NHS Management Executive. She has been a Member of the Court of Governors and Board of Management at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine.

Previous posts have explained how I now have documentary evidence that the Top Doctors who were concealing the paedophile ring and the associated excesses in the mental health services in north Wales had contacted colleagues of mine when I was working in biomedical research in London medical schools in an attempt to gain personal information about me. The north Wales contingent contacted people at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School at Hammersmith Hospital and St George’s Hospital Medical School. Now it was quite serendipitous that I ever ended up at Hammersmith, I only applied at the last minute after a friend saw the advert in ‘New Scientist’ and told me about it. That academic year, 1986-87, I was actually supposed to have spent at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, doing an MSc in Medical Microbiology. I had been offered the place many months before and had received written confirmation.

But something very odd happened about three weeks before I was due to begin the course. I received a letter out of the blue from the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine telling me that my place had been withdrawn because I had not demonstrated to them that I had sufficient funds to live in London for a year. I was going to be a self-financing student and I had demonstrated that I had the dosh for the fees. In those days that was all that self-financing students had to do. At no time did anyone ask me to produce evidence that I had enough for my living expenses, although I do know that some students are asked to do that these days. I had the money for the fees set aside and a bit for living expenses but I intended to do what everyone did and work part-time as well. There was nothing in any of the literature that I had been sent previously or in the letter offering me a place on the MSc that mentioned demonstrating funds for living expenses.

When I was offered that place I had told the GP in Bangor Dr D.G.E. Wood – whom unbeknown to me was by then simply keeping in contact with me in order to extract information from me regarding my career plans and indeed Brown’s career plans. This is not a conspiracy theory on my part, my lawyer has forwarded me letters written by Wood’s colleagues confirming this. Everything that I was telling Wood was going straight back to Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and Dr Dafydd Alun Jones et al. Of course by the time that I landed that place on the MSc in London, I was having serious battles with the mental health services, had complained about them and had written to MPs and Ministers. I had also been threatened repeatedly. The threats included that my career would be damaged. I do not like being threatened and I tend not to cave in if someone tries that approach, so I did not drop my complaints as ordered.

When I received the letter withdrawing my place for the MSc I didn’t smell a rat at all, I just thought that the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine were bastards for not forewarning me. It was a few days later that my friend saw the advert in ‘New Scientist’ and I was subsequently offered a place for the MSc at Hammersmith. As expected they just wanted evidence that I could pay the tuition fees – which I gave them. Now I didn’t tell Wood about that offer of a place – and guess what, everything went smoothly and I joined the course. Of course, at the end of the first term there, Dafydd Alun Jones had me unlawfully arrested and illegally detained (as detailed in post ‘How I Arrived At Denbigh’) and I have now obtained evidence that he contacted Hammersmith – without my permission, so that was unlawful – when he discovered where I was studying.

I was told a while ago that if I bothered to investigate the backgrounds of nearly everybody that I’d previously worked with I would find that many of them had a connection to those we know and love and I was also told that many of the bizarre or less pleasant things that had happened to me had undoubtedly happened as a result of my complaints about the madness prevailing in north Wales. I have investigated some of those incidents and so far I have indeed been able to trace nearly all of them back to the Top Doctors and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. I was told that the sudden withdrawal of my place on that MSc in Medical Microbiology fell into that category.

So let’s look at Diana’s biography. Medical graduate of Liverpool – so was Dafydd. Dafydd was by no means the only Top Doctor in north Wales with links to Liverpool medical school. Liverpool was an even more popular choice for students from north Wales than Cardiff was, particularly among older practitioners, scores of the Top Doctors that I encountered trained at Liverpool. They remained on good terms with people there as well. The first attempt that Dafydd made to bribe me into dropping my complaints about him involved him telling me that he could get me a place at Liverpool medical school if I withdrew my complaint. Another big hitter – who was also known to be a complete bastard – in north Wales who trained at Liverpool was Terry Maxwell, the former Medical Director of Ysbyty Gwynedd. In fact Terry Maxwell was on such good terms with Liverpool that when his daughter Sonia applied to do medicine, someone who knew her told me that she had received an offer of a place at Liverpool BEFORE she had applied there. In fact I understand that Sonia Maxwell didn’t ever apply to Liverpool because she wanted to go to London. But I got it straight from a horse’s mouth who was friends with the horse herself – she’d been offered a place if she wanted it ‘because they know her dad’.

So if a paedophile ring supplying meat to Westminster figures – including some with connections to Thatcher’s Gov’t – needed to be concealed, it’s not improbable that Top Doctors would be calling on their mates from their old medical school who were now in the senior echelons of the Civil Service serving Thatcher’s Gov’t to assist them. Furthermore, Diana was the Under Secretary responsible for Medical Education at the time that the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine withdrew my place. Then Diana herself went on a sabbatical to the very same institution the very year that I was scheduled to study there. It does occur to me that if I had legally challenged that withdrawal of a place and won, I would have been there whilst Diana was. Did someone perhaps plan a belt and braces approach lest I did actually turn up there? Or indeed then give Diana a place on the Governing Council lest I popped up again at some point, either as a student, member of staff or heaven forbid with evidence that the Top Doctors had been up to no good and that’s why my place had been unlawfully withdrawn?

Readers who have been following posts concerning the shenanigans in Gov’t whilst chaos reigned in the north Wales health and social services will notice that Diana’s time as a mandarin in the DHSS coincided with the time that Brian McGinnis was the Under Secretary responsible for mental health services (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’). McGinnis was later banned from working with children as a result of some worrying complaints. Diana worked for Norman Fowler, the Secretary of State for the DHSS, whilst Edwina Hart and John Major were junior Ministers under him. The Edwina who appointed Jimmy Savile as manager of Broadmoor and the John Major who had been a Councillor for Lambeth, whilst children in care in Lambeth were assaulted by paedophiles. The John Major who also appointed William Hague as Secretary of State for Wales who then organised the cover up that was the Waterhouse Inquiry. The Edwina and John Major who had a long-running affair. Diana worked as a mandarin throughout the time that Alison Taylor was blowing the whistle on the paedophile ring in north Wales, throughout the time that I was writing to politicians telling them what was happening in north Wales, throughout the time that the police were investigating child abuse in north Wales….She was there throughout all of it. Diana was still up there among the organs of Gov’t when five people died after a petrol bomb was thrown into a building – a number of those people had been victims of the north Wales paedophile gang (see post ‘The Silence of The Welsh Lambs’).

Diana, you are required down at your nearest police station.

Diana is a Governor of the Ditchley Foundation, which aims to promote international understanding and relations, especially Anglo-American relations. A previous Chairman was a man called John Major. Along with Diana, current and former Governors include Paul Boateng, Virginia Bottomley, David Hunt, Douglas Hurd and Jack Straw. All of whom have featured on this blog.

As for Norman Fowler, Diana’s ultimate boss when I suspect that the Top Doctors of north Wales might have been in need of her, well from 1974-2001, he was MP for Sutton Coldfield in Birmingham. So he was a West Midlands MP whilst that esteemed Professor from Birmingham Robert Bluglass extracted Tony Francis and Dafydd from a slurry pit (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). The Bluglass who was a colleague of Professor Ian Brockington at the University of Birmingham who was Tony Francis’s previous boss (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

In 1990, Norman Fowler suddenly resigned stating that he wanted ‘to spend more time with his family’, sparking off a new euphemism. He was knighted shortly afterwards. I’ve never found out why Norman suddenly needed to spend more time with his family, but he must have got fed up of them quite quickly because in 1992 he returned to the fray as Chairman of the Conservative Party. In 2001 he was elevated to the Lords.

 

Recent posts have commented on media links enjoyed by the Top Doctors. I note that before he became an MP, Norman Fowler was a journalist on the ‘Times’ – so he might well have known Marjorie Wallace then (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). He is a member of the NUJ and for five years was Chair of the ‘Birmingham Post’. Which was notorious for not running certain stories. On a very much less impressive scale in terms of local papers, Sian and Richard Barker, the two social workers in Gwynedd mentioned in my post ‘Local Accessories’, have a son Rhodri who works on the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’. Rhodri used to write articles sympathetic to the toxic and dishonest Anglesey County Council – his parents were friends with some of those involved in the toxic behaviour at the Council. My post ‘Are You Local?’ questioned who it might be at S4C who was ensuring that documentaries involving those who could name people involved in criminal activities in the social services or mental health services were being pulled. Perhaps the former AM for Arfon, Alun Ffred Jones could tell us. He is a former journalist, former HTV executive and director/producer of Welsh language media. He is also the former leader of Gwynedd County Council, as was his brother Dafydd Iwan. It was Gwynedd Social Services that concealed the paedophile ring operating in the children’s homes. ‘One Dangerous Fucker’ mentioned that one Top Doctor with links to those we know and love, Robin Skynner, was mates with John Cleese and that Top Doctors often find connections with celebs or media folk very useful. I note that the latest edition of ‘Private Eye’ has an article concerning a tweet put out by John Cleese recently referring to a friend of his who is a psychiatrist who mentioned that two of his patients were ‘Sun’ journalists caught up in the phone hacking scandal who had attempted suicide. So Cleese is still well-connected to Top Doctors then and the Top Doctors that he knows are hearing some very useful things from some of their patients – which they are passing onto Cleese.

Lord Haw Haw rides on. In fact I think there must have been a recent case of ‘Top Doctors Calling, Top Doctors Calling’ because I’ve just seen that BBC News online are maintaining that the NHS is the best performing healthcare service out of those of eleven other countries. If the comparison had been with the likes of Uzbekistan or Burkina Faso I could understand that claim, but comparisons were made with nations like Germany. I do not believe that particular bit of ‘research’.

This Is What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn

It seems that there is a limitless source of blogging material for me with regards to the trajectories of the careers of those who have somehow been involved in concealing the abuses of the children’s services and mental health services. An e mail from a reader yesterday prompted me to follow up a few more of the names who were listed in the Waterhouse Report as having provided legal advice for the various witnesses and parties involved in the Inquiry. There were of course many lawyers named – some of them local lawyers from practices in north west Wales who were personally known to me – but I’ll just provide details of some who are of particular interest here.

However, I’ll just kick off with a lawyer who was involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal before it all got as far as the Public Inquiry – Nicola Davies QC. Readers may remember that Nicola was appointed by the Welsh Office during the Jillings investigation into child abuse in children’s homes in Clwyd County Council to examine the need for a public inquiry. Nicola’s conclusion was that a judicial inquiry ‘would not be in the public interest’ – although the next year William Hague announced that there would be one and soon afterwards appointed Sir Ronald Waterhouse and his panel.

So who was Nicola Davies QC? Well she was originally from Bridgend but studied law at Birmingham University. Nicola was considered to be a ‘medical specialist’. What was it that established Nicola’s reputation in this area? It was her acting as junior counsel for Dr Marietta Higgs and Dr Geoffrey Wyatt, the two paediatricians involved in the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal! The scandal that kicked off just after Alison Taylor – the whistleblowing social worker from north Wales – approached Margaret Thatcher and told her that she’d witnessed child abuse in north Wales, just as I started making representation about criminal activities in the mental health services and just at the time that Mary Wynch was winning in Court against the mental health services and Risley Remand Centre (please see post ‘A UK Network’). So Nicola represented two doctors who were widely criticised by other doctors, who precipitated a crisis and a national scandal, who undoubtedly removed some children from caring homes and accused innocent people of sexual abuse, whose actions led to a complete breakdown in working relationships between professionals in the region and within a few months, a Judicial Inquiry.  So that was the ‘expertise’ that the Welsh Office utilised and did initially rely upon in deciding whether to hold a Judicial Inquiry in north Wales.

Following her work for the Welsh Office, Nicola’s reputation grew and grew. She ‘played a part’ in the Bristol Heart Surgery scandal. From what I’ve read I presume that she represented some of the surgeons – the surgeons at the Bristol Royal Infirmary who carried out operations beyond their competence, who refused to listen to warnings and whose own ‘expertise’ lead to the deaths of a lot of children. A judicial review also resulted in Nicola quashing a decision to close some NHS paediatric surgery units. I suspect that case was actually the one that followed the aftermath of Bristol, in which Top Doctors from various paediatric surgery units tipped buckets of slurry over each other, all called each other dangerous and incompetent in an attempt to save their own unit and in the event no-one ever got to the bottom of any of it – just like Cleveland! Clearly by now Nicola was rapidly becoming the choice of any Top Doctor in the shit – she must have overtaken even Sir Robert Francis QC on that measure – and she  subsequently represented Professor Sir Roy Meadow before the GMC, at the High Court and at the Court of Appeal. Roy Meadow was the paediatrician who invented a psychiatric syndrome – Munchausen’s by proxy – and subsequently spouted made-up statistics in Court in his capacity as an ‘expert witness’ which led to a number of innocent women being jailed for murdering their children who had in fact died of other causes. The most high profile of these cases was Sally Clark, a solicitor who had lost two children due to cot death. Sally was crucified in the press, banged up, repeatedly physically attacked by other prisoners who believed that she was a murderer and by the time that her conviction was quashed had just about been destroyed. She died not long after being released. Before she died however, another Top Doctor, Professor David Southall, vented his spleen on the Clark family (they obviously hadn’t been through enough, only having lost two of their children and Sally having being wrongly convicted and imprisoned for double murder) and reported Sally’s husband for the murder of the children, on the grounds of absolutely no evidence at all. Neither Southall or Meadow crawled off under a stone to retire after this series of unimaginable misjudgements and cock-ups – after the GMC finally took action against them in the face of much public outrage, they both continued to max-out the various appeals processes until they were returned to the Medical Register. And it was Nicola whom Meadow used to do it. This was not yet the pinnacle of Nicola’s career however.

Nicola’s reputation was well and truly sealed when she defended a man called Harold Shipman. Readers may have heard of him. Nicola did her best, but he was of course found guilty. Now I suspect that if I had defended the UK’s biggest serial killer and lost the case, I’d be finished, but I’m glad to say that Nicola was made a Dame in 2010 – of course she was, what did any of us expect? She was described in ‘Wales Online’ as ‘the highest medical defence QC in the UK’ and a woman who had ‘broken many glass ceilings’. (I thought that there might be bit of a role model for all us other women in there somewhere.) Nicola could only travel upwards though – since 2014 she has been the Presiding Judge of the Wales Circuit. (She was appointed a judge a couple of years after telling everyone that holding an inquiry into the biggest child abuse scandal in the UK would not be in the public interest.) Nicola is an honorary fellow of the University of Cardiff. One can only hope that Nicola has a very powerful washing machine because she’ll have more blood on her than Lady Macbeth had.

The research for this post was prompted when a reader sent me some links concerning a branch of a bikers club in Colwyn Bay, the ‘Outlaws’, some of whom have been involved in organised crime. In June 2012, at Mold Crown Court, the police sought a serious crimes prevention order against two members of the ‘Outlaws’, Stuart Dawson and Adrian Sheriff, to prevent them participating in serious criminal activities upon their release from prison. Dawson had previously served five years in prison and Sheriff four years, for conspiring to supply amphetamines. Their arrests had followed the discovery of £20,000 worth of the drug at their North Wales clubhouse in Colwyn Bay and the clubhouse was described as a centre of illegal activity. At a previous trial involving Dawson, Judge Merfyn Hughes QC had stated that Dawson had used his position as European and Asian President of the ‘Outlaws’ to further his own criminal activities. At the trial in June 2012 the police requested that Dawson and Sheriff should be prevented from holding office in the club by Court Order. I bet they were surprised at the response of the judge, Niclas Parry – he told the police that such an Order would be ‘disproportionate’ and he then made a less restrictive Order, stating that Dawson and Sheriff mustn’t hold office or seek to hold office in the ‘Outlaws’, the ‘Hell’s Angels’ or ‘Black Pistons’, after ‘negotiations’ between the lawyers. The Order applying to Dawson ran until May 2015 and the one applying to Sheriff ran until May 2014. Judge Niclas Parry then thanked the barristers – and the defendants – for reaching the agreement and saving the Court from a ‘week long trial’. Yes, Niclas Parry allowed two people involved in serious organised crime on an international scale to arrange the terms of their own Court Orders and then thanked them for it. If Niclas Parry is ever the victim of crime and phones the police for help, I don’t expect they’ll be busting a gut to arrive at the scene of the crime at top speed – and he’d better be careful because the Orders that he put on Dawson and Sheriff expired ages ago. The ‘Outlaws’ don’t just have a cosy relationship with a judge in the region, the reader who sent me this story also sent me  a collection of photos of the ‘Outlaws’ at  a charity fundraiser with the Bryn y Maen RSPCA. Haven’t the RSPCA created enough bad publicity for themselves already?

So who is the judge who thanks organised criminals for allowing him to negotiate with them? Niclas Parry, before he was a judge, was one the many lawyers who was involved in the Waterhouse Inquiry. Parry was a solicitor advocate representing one of the witnesses, Stephen Norris. Stephen Norris had been employed at Bryn Estyn and later at the Cartrefle Community Home. Norris was so gross that even the other staff at those homes didn’t like him, describing him as coarse, unsuitable to work with children and obsessed with sex. When the members of a paedophile gang described someone in those terms even Ronald Waterhouse couldn’t ignore it. In 1990 Norris pleaded guilty to a number of sex offences at Chester Crown Court and was sentenced to three and a half years in prison. This case sparked off a police investigation and before he had finished his sentence Norris was charged with numerous more offences and in 1993 pleaded guilty at Knutsford Crown Court to three offences of buggery, one offence of attempted buggery and three indecent assaults. He pleaded not guilty to ten other counts. Norris was sentenced to seven years in prison and the ten counts to which he’d pleaded not guilty were ordered to remain on file. The Waterhouse Tribunal however heard about a lot more wrongdoing on the part of Norris than this. Norris himself admitting committing offences from 1980 onwards. Witnesses told the Tribunal that Norris repeatedly molested them in the showers, in the bedrooms, in his caravan and on a smallholding that he owned. They also told of physical violence from Norris and one claimed that Norris had threatened him with a shotgun – but Ronnie didn’t believe that, in the way that he chose not to believe so much of what former residents of children’s homes told him. One witness explained that Norris took him to a large house in Chester where he was buggered by Norris and the occupier and shown pornographic films involving children. On another occasion Norris arranged for a man to pick him up, who then took him to Chirk and sexually assaulted him. This witness also told Waterhouse that Peter Howarth – another member of staff at Bryn Estyn who was in prison for sexually assaulting the boys in his care by the time that the Inquiry was underway – and Norris tried to get him to recruit boys for sexual purposes. If I was leading an Inquiry into sexual abuse in a region where it was alleged that influential public figures were abusing children, that a paedophile ring was in operation and that staff in the children’s homes might be involved with a gay prostitution and child pornography racket I’d be quite interested in this witnesses story. But Ronnie pointed out that there was no evidence to corroborate it and furthermore this witness was under psychiatric care. Which says it all. (This was not the only witness who talked about being taken to other locations where they were molested by strangers. Ronnie didn’t give them the time of day either.)

So that’s who Niclas Parry represented at the Tribunal. But I think that Niclas might have actually known old Ronnie Waterhouse before that Tribunal. This blog has made it eminently clear just what a small world it is in north Wales and the legal world in north Wales is even smaller. Ronnie himself grew up in Flintshire, was very locally rooted and retained numerous links there throught his life. Niclas came from Flintshire as well! He was born in Halkyn and went to school in Mold, where his parents were teachers. Niclas even managed to become head boy in the school in which his mum was head of English! Niclas maintains that it was his mum who inspired him to follow a legal career – his mum had legal connections, she was a magistrate! Niclas studied law at Abersytwyth, like so many featured on this blog and whilst he was there was head warden of Pantycelyn, the well-known Welsh speaking hall of residence which was the site of many language protests. After graduation, Niclas undertook his training as a solicitor with a firm called Llewellyn Jones and Co in Mold, under the late W. Armon Ellis and became a partner there, only leaving in 2010.

It’s worth me saying a bit about Armon Ellis, Niclas’s mentor. Armon also read law at Aberystwyth. He was born in Flintshire as well, near Holywell and attended the same school as Ronnie Waterhouse, Holywell Grammar, although he was thirteen years older than Ronnie. In 1946, after serving in the war, he joined the Mold law firm of the local MP, Llewellyn Jones, becoming a senior partner. In the 1970s he was one of the first solicitors to act as a deputy circuit judge. He was a Councillor with Flintshire County Council between 1950 and 1974 and between 1974 and 1977 he served on Clwyd County Council. So Niclas’s mentor was right in the thick of it whilst children in the care of those councils were abused for years – and he’ll have known the dipsticks who ran the social service depts of those councils who were steeped in incompetence and nepotism as described in my post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’. Armon Ellis was described in his obituary as being immersed in and dedicated to the Welsh language and Welsh culture – it is even mentioned that he was born on St David’s Day. Presumably Armon Ellis arranged that whilst he was still in the womb. The writer of that obituary stated that Armon Ellis served for years as the Chairman of a ‘progressive education committee’ which gave education chiefs Hadyn Williams and Moses Jones support in establishing Welsh medium education. Which is laudable, but whilst they were doing that they failed to notice that the molesting of children less fortunate than their own was rife. Armon Ellis had an interest in politics and stood unsuccessfully in Flintshire for the Liberal Party in the general elections of 1950 and 1951. (Ronnie Waterhouse was the Labour candidate for West Flintshire in 1959.) That would be during the time that the Liberal Party provided a home for Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith. Armon Ellis was a keen Eisteddfodwr. He was the honorary solicitor to the National Eisteddfod, the chairman of the executive committee at Flint in 1969 and the vice-president at Mold in 1991. Niclas is an Eisteddfodwr as well. He was President of the National Eisteddfod in Denbigh in 2013 and has been stage leader at the National Eisteddfod, the Urdd Eisteddfod and the Llangollen International Eisteddfod. Ronnie Waterhouse liked Eisteddfodau too! He was the President of the Llangollen International Eisteddfod 1994-1997. Now anyone who knows anything about Eisteddfodau knows that they take a huge amount of organising, rehearsing and work in general and if you are an enthusiastic Eisteddfodwr you will know everyone else involved, including across different generations. Niclas will have had to have worked very hard indeed not to have known Ronnie and Ronnie will have had to have worked very hard not to have known Armon Ellis. They are different generations of a very similar sort of person.

Indeed the founder of Llewellyn Jones solicitors firm was an earlier version of Ronnie/Armon Ellis/Niclas. He was Frederick Llewellyn-Jones, who was born in Bethesda back in 1866 and who died in 1941. He went to Bala College and then studied law at Aberystwyth. He married a woman from Ruthin which is perhaps why he ended up in the north east of Wales. He was the Liberal and then Liberal National MP for Flintshire. Llewellyn-Jones was a Governor of both Aberystwyth and Bangor Universities, a member of the Holywell School Board, had positions with the Ministry of Health, was a Governor of the Welsh National Museum and the National Library of Wales and was a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards. Niclas, several generations later, is a member of the Gorsedd. of the Bards.

I could continue to map the connections between people with these interests for eternity. J.E. Daniel, one of the founders of Plaid and father of the corrupt judge Huw who has done so much himself to conceal the wrongdoing of those we know and love, was a professor at Bala College (later known as the Bala-Bangor College); I also seem to remember that the election literature sent out by Alun Ffred Jones, former leader of Gwynedd County Council and then AM for Arfon, brother of Dafydd Iwan, also a former leader of Gwynedd County Council and former President of Plaid, mentioned that their father had a connection to the Bala-Bangor College. I sometimes wonder why people get so excited about alleged masonic links, because there are so many other commonalities between so many of those we know and love and the people who colluded with them. Now I don’t really mind if everyone with an interest in the Welsh language or literature or history or Welsh institutions or Eisteddfodau hobnobs together, because I’m quite interested in those things as well so I can understand that there will be certain places and institutions to which people with such interests will gravitate towards. However, the sort of inner circle from which Ronnie and Armon Ellis and Niclas have emanated is very cliquey. The one thing that those outside the circle notice is that there is definitely a preservation of the influential positions for the offspring of those within the circle. (This phenomenon is written all over Niclas’s biography.) I know an excellent sociologist of Wales who spent forty years studying this and he once observed that these people were actually Tories. They’d never identify as such because they identify as Welsh, but their values are Tory and the biggest clue of all is that it will be their children who will take over the positions of power from them. Thus Niclas ends up as a solicitor advocate defending a scumbag who grossly abused people from backgrounds far less fortunate than Niclas’s or Ronnie’s or Armon Ellis’s et al. And the whole lot of them did a really big favour for a Tory Gov’t who would have done just about anything to keep the lid on a major scandal that had been allowed to get completely out of control under Margaret Thatcher’s administration.

Of course Niclas didn’t remain a solicitor advocate. Like all the other people involved with the Waterhouse Inquiry, he ended up with a nice little number for himself. He became a judge on the Wales Circuit and sits in the Crown Court, mostly in north Wales. He has also been a member of the S4C authority and is of course well-known for being a commentator on Welsh football. I knew someone a few years ago who told me that Niclas has a reputation in Court for being very grandiose and pompous. I’m not sure that anyone who, as a career move, defended a man who buggered, molested and violently assaulted scores of children over a period of many years – and almost certainly did far worse as well even if Ronnie wouldn’t admit it – has anything to be grandiose or pompous about.

The rather more rational judge involved in the action against the ‘Outlaws’ bikers club also starred at the Waterhouse Inquiry, Merfyn Hughes QC. Merfyn was counsel for the six Local Authorities that succeeded Gwynedd and Clwyd County Councils (Gwynedd and Clwyd Councils were conveniently dissolved in a reorganisation in 1996 just as the sheer scale of the child abuse that had gone on started to dawn on everyone). The solicitor representing those six successor authorities who instructed Merfyn was the crooked solicitor Ron Evans, who had previously been County Secretary and Solicitor for Gwynedd County Council. Ron’s name is all over the documents that I have relating to the many attempts that Gwynedd Social Services made to land me in hot water, which involved their staff perjuring themselves on every occasion. It is very clear from the documents that I have that Lucille Hughes had a hotline to Ron Evans and Ron was fully aware of the scale of the wrongdoing – my documents suggest that Ron was actually the Brains behind the whole lot of Lucille’s gang. I have provided full details of Ron Evans’s involvement in the posts that describe my legal battles with Gwynedd Social Services. Merfyn was another who rose to the top in the years following Waterhouse. In 2010 he was appointed Resident Judge for North Wales. He retired in 2014 and was replaced by Rhys Rowlands. Rhys was, a long time ago, the prosecuting solicitor for the North Wales Police. He was called to the Bar in 1986 and worked from chambers in Chester. So he’ll have been working for the North Wales Police when they were quietly ignoring the presence of a paedophile ring on their patch and arresting youngsters for ludicrous offences who happened to have complained about being molested; when the police were returning injured children to the homes where they had been molested after they had run away, without asking any questions; when Gordon Anglesea, a senior policeman, was abusing children himself; when Mary Wynch and others were being unlawfully arrested and detained in the North Wales Hospital. Rhys will have known about all of it. Then he’ll have seen the end result when he was a barrister and judge – he sat at Crown Courts in Caernarfon and Mold – the people that lot stitched up appearing in Court and often going to prison. Merfyn himself was the judge who presided over the notorious Ched Evans rape case at Caernarfon Crown Court in 2012. Evans always protested his innocence – he did fess up that it was all a bit sordid, a drunken gang bang with people whom he didn’t know – but he robustly maintained that he did not rape anyone. His conviction was quashed in 2016, a retrial was held in Cardiff and he was subsequently found not guilty. Merfyn is another lawyer who was born into a family with legal connections. In 2014 there was a gathering at Mold County Court for a special eulogy in honour of a retired judge who had recently died, David Morgan Hughes QC. The tributes were led by one Mrs Justice Nicola Davies and Merfyn was in attendance – the dead judge was his uncle.

Ron Evans instructed another QC to act for the six successor Local Authorities as well – from April 1998 Joan Butler acted for them. Joan became a QC in 1999, whilst she was working on the Inquiry – just like Patricia Scotland became a Baroness whilst she was acting for the Welsh Office at the Inquiry! Also in 1999 Joan was appointed  as a legal member of the restricted patients panel (Mental Health Review Tribunal). A lot of those restricted patients will have been people who were abused as children in care, perhaps some of whom were abused whilst in care in north Wales. Joan became a Circuit Judge in 2002 and was the designated family judge for Nottingham in 2003. She retired as a circuit judge in Feb 2017.

The insurance company Municipal Mutual were represented at the Inquiry. They were of course right in the thick of it, having been Clwyd County Council’s insurers who threatened to refuse to stump up the compensation to the kids who had been abused if the Jillings Report was ever made public and stated that they would pass liability onto the Councillors themselves, raising the spectre of the Councillors being made bankrupt and losing their homes. It was also Municipal Mutual who wanted Councillor Malcolm King sacked if he revealed the contents of the Report, Malcolm King having already made a nuisance of himself by asking rather a lot of questions about all these kids who claimed to have been abused and the staff who ended up in prison for offences against children. From April 1998 Kathryn Thirlwall QC was counsel for Municipal Mutual. Kathryn is described as a ‘specialist in abuse litigation’. I have found details of two cases that Kathryn has been involved in and as with her work with Waterhouse, Kathryn was not using her expertise to represent people who had been abused, she was acting for organisations responsible for children who had employed paedophiles. That’s the way to advance though. Whilst working on the Inquiry in 1998 Kathryn was appointed an assistant recorder and in April 2010 she was appointed a High Court Judge, Lady Justice Thirlwall! She was appointed to the Court of Appeal for England and Wales in Feb 2017.

Just a few lines about a couple of other names that jumped out at me as I was reading the Waterhouse Report. The North Wales Police were represented by Andrew Moran QC who was instructed by Peter Cowan. Peter Cowan describes himself as a specialist in ‘professional negligence’ and ‘ actions involving the police’. The North Wales Police obviously felt a bit culpable then.

I have mentioned in previous posts how children from all over the UK were placed by Local Authorities in north Wales, many of them from the London boroughs. I suspect that Tower Hamlets in particular must have sent a lot, because they thought it worth their while sending a solicitor and counsel to the Inquiry. The counsel who acted for Tower Hamlets was Bryan McGuire, who is now dead. McGuire’s obituary describes him as being ‘instrumental in many of the changes and developments in public law in recent years, particularly in the fields of…children’s services’…’he sought to improve Local Authority services for the vulnerable’. Of course, that’s why he turned up at the Inquiry to act for a council which had sent the children in it’s care into the embrace of a brutal paedophile gang. McGuire became a QC in 2010. I did wonder whether there were any high profile Councillors responsible for this fuckwitted decision in Tower Hamlets who later became big names, in the way that Margaret Hodge, Tessa Jowell and Ken Livingstone were involved in some rather shameful things earlier in their careers. My co-researcher has sent me the list of Tower Hamlets Councillors  dating back to the 60s and I don’t recognise any of the names on there from the 70s, 80s and early 90s, which will have been the years when children were sent into danger. However, it’s noticeable that there were frequently Councillors representing the National Front or BNP and they often polled a lot of votes, in one election topping the poll. In later years there are of course references to Councillors who were disqualified as a result of electoral fraud – Tower Hamlets was a Council that saw a number of such scandals and was of course host to the notorious Latfur Rahman. So it was a troubled and of course a very, very poor borough, for many years the poorest in the UK. I did recognise the names of the MPs for the area though – Ian Mikardo and Peter Shore, both Labour. Mikardo was on the left of the party and Shore was a maverick. Shore was a member of Wilson’s Gov’t between 1974-76 and Callaghan’s Gov’t between 1976-79. Both of these administrations – substantially through the Welsh Office – concealed some terrible things in the children’s services and mental health services in north Wales. In later years the dreadful Oona King was elected and then defeated by the even more dreadful George Galloway. I can’t see any connections between anyone down there and those we know and love in north Wales however. I do wonder if kids from Tower Hamlets who had been abused would even have got as far as their MP – they may not even have felt able to do that. Tower Hamlet’s has had some child abuse scandals of it’s own. It managed the St Leonards Home in Essex which was closed down in the 1990s after a number of staff were imprisoned for abusing children. In 2014 there were also allegations that Jimmy Savile had frequented facilities managed by Tower Hamlets. There was one other interesting feature about Tower Hamlets – it was a stronghold of certain Top Doctors. The Royal London Hospital was there, as was Barts. I am absolutely certain that those we know and love will have had a contact down there – if anyone can give me any information, do drop me a line. The only one tentative link that touches on the contents of this blog is that Ian Mikardo and his wife died in Cheshire, where I can only assume they had retired. The tentacles of the north Wales paedophile ring did of course reach out into Cheshire – John Allen set up a branch of the Bryn Alyn Community there and dear old Lucille Hughes was a senior manager in Cheshire Social Services before she returned to Gwynedd to facilitate the paedophile ring on her home turf. It’s a long shot, but you never know…

 

When I told someone earlier who I would be blogging about in this post I received an e mail saying ‘jolly good, that lot are undoubtedly part of the equation of injustice and criminality spanning decades in north Wales’.

As for all these proud patriots who love the Welsh language and Welsh culture and showed their commitment to these things by concealing a network of vicious criminals who were serving up children to members of the British establishment, I only need point to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. Who once stood for Plaid, who shamelessly traded on his credentials as a Welsh speaker from north Wales and who at one point was telling English people that if they wanted mental health care they should go back to England. Yet at the same time, Dafydd was travelling to England to hold private clinics for English people and charging them a lot of money for doing this – whilst he was being paid to hold NHS clinics in Ysbyty Gwynedd for which he simply never turned up. He also has probably imported more people with drug problems and mental health problems from English metropolitan areas in order to pile them high in his ‘nursing homes’ or use his ‘substance abuse services’ than any other person in Wales. Whilst at the same time helping his mistress Lucille Hughes conceal the paedophile ring that she knew was in operation when she was Director of Gwynedd Social Services. No doubt when Dafydd finally turns his toes up, his fellow patriots will all be flying the Ddraig Goch at half mast. Whilst the rest of Wales cracks open the champagne.