Sleeping With The Fishes

I’ve received e mails over the past week containing a few gems of information and leads for me to follow up. I can’t publish everything that I’ve received because some of the information could lead to the identification of my informants if it appears on this blog so I’m using that info for correlation purposes, but there is info that I can publish without compromising my informants.

I have been told by someone who describes themselves as a ‘lapsed Quaker’ that Dame Judi Dench joined the Quakers quite late in life. Regular readers will know that I have featured Judi here because she is the Patron of the St James’s Singers, a rather upmarket choir to which Professor Robert Bluglass and his wife belong. Since I named Bluglass as being one of those who concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles – Bluglass also concealed serious crimes at Ashworth Hospital and on his own patch in Birmingham – Judi has made a great many media appearances for one who is losing her sight and had stepped out of the limelight. My correspondent has told me that from what they understand about the Quakers, Judi should have consulted the Elders in the light of what she now knows about Bluglass. I have been asked if I know of any abuse occurring within the Quakers.

I am not aware of any examples of Quakers personally abusing people, but I do know that one of the Quakers in Bangor, Dr Paul Nickson, was a GP in Bethesda who knew about children and psych patients being abused and that he also failed to respond to a report of child abuse. I do not know if the other Quakers were aware of what Paul Nickson was concealing, but after Paul Nickson left north Wales – he relocated to a practice in Liverpool some years ago – I found out about two worrying events involving Quakers.

One of the key targets of the paedophiles’ friends from north Wales who was a good friend of mine acquired a girlfriend who lived in Cumbria. My friend was experiencing so much grief at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends that he spent much of his time in Cumbria. He experienced an episode of quite severe mental distress up there a few summers ago and had a very bad experience with a Top Doctor who was a neighbour of his girlfriend. The Top Doctor threatened him with violence – I know of such cases in north Wales, it is not as unusual as people might think. My friend’s partner – who is well-known and well-liked in that part of Cumbria – called the police and of course the Top Doctor lied, used his status as a Top Doctor to influence the police and it was my friend who was arrested.

Now so far, this anecdote could be an Everyday Story Of Service User Folk. However there was more. The charges against my friend were dropped and it seemed that the Top Doctor then used his network of influence to harass and intimidate my friend and his partner for many months. What was particularly surprising was that the Top Doctor concerned was a Quaker and well-known among Quakers in Cumbria. My friend – like me – had always had quite a high opinion of the Quakers and was horrified to find out that the network was being used in this way.

I was still in north Wales when all this happened and my friend would periodically pop back from Cumbria and give me updates. I did a bit of googling to see what I could find out about this GP in Cumbria. I didn’t find anything about him online, but I did find a big article in a Quakers newsletter – written by one Dr Dafydd Alun Jones.

Dafydd loves religious congregations, he really, really loves them. For decades in north Wales he has made appearances at Church of Wales gatherings, at the Welsh Baptists Union and he is very well networked among the Welsh Methodist churches. He regularly addresses such audiences about the problems of drugs and mental illness. I have friends who are Anglicans, Baptists and Methodists so I know that not everyone has been duped, but some of my friends who hold office in various churches have told me that predators target congregations to access vulnerable people and it is a big problem. Churches are now supposed to have safeguarding officers – one of my friends holds this role in her Methodist Church – and their training is rigorous if it is done properly.

Why are we not surprised that Dafydd is breaking into new circles – the Quakers – now that people are so well aware of his previous?

I was never given any evidence that my friend’s terrible experiences with Quakers in Cumbria were related to Dafydd’s activities, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they were. Like me, my friend goes back a long way in north Wales, he witnessed a lot, he knows names, he remembers suspicious deaths and he was framed, ended up in Walton Prison and then in one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’. Dafydd is part of an organised criminal network – if I couldn’t escape their reach in Leicester and London 25 years ago, who knows how far Dafydd’s tentacles stretch now?

If Dafydd’s gang don’t manage to isolate people by spreading vicious lies about them, people will find that if they employ or befriend someone who is being targeted by the gang, or if they rent a house to them or do business with them, they will receive a visit from the boys who will frighten the living daylights out of them. I was told that this was happening by some of those who received a visit – people who had been friends with me or employed me were in tears as they told me that they had no problem with me but now they were very frightened…

 

Another e mail that I have received dealt with similar matters. It was from someone who some years ago was an undergrad and then a postgraduate student at the School of Psychology in Bangor University and who had a terrible time whilst he was there. I have received a detailed account of his experiences and the names of those involved and it is all very familiar. The person who wrote to me cannot understand why he was targeted, his theory is that there is something dreadfully wrong with Bangor University. His experiences have all the hallmarks of one who has fallen foul of the paedophiles’ friends. He may well have known about or witnessed something that he does not realise the significance of.

I was told how constant rumours – often contradicting each other – were spread around about him. For example that he was gay. Then that he was homophobic. Then that he was a ruthless sexual exploiter of women. Then that he was so dysfunctional that he had no friendships or relationships at all. Then that he was not ‘loving enough’ because he didn’t sleep around. He told me that tutors in the School of Psychology shunned him, that staff people in shops reacted negatively, that other students refused to have anything to do with him. Anyone who has not had the Paedophiles’ Friends Experience in north Wales might read such an account and believe that it was the belief system of a very anxious or paranoid person. It won’t be. This sort of thing happened to me and to other people whom I knew. A vicious whispering campaign, carefully planned and dripped into the ears of selected people who are known to be sensitive to the allegations being made.

Yes, the allegations will have been contradictory and ludicrous. I was variously a man-eater, a bisexual swinger, a lesbian and a sad lonely old cow who had no friends. The basis of such allegations was my refusal to enter into discussions with the disgusting Dafydd et al re matters sex so the imaginations of Dafydd et al ran riot.

Every time that a court case collapsed against me, apologists for the paedophiles’ friends would give me various reasons as to why the perjurers had been so ‘frightened’ of me that they had lied to the police. Some of the reasons given were: that I was wearing hiking boots; that I was carrying a rucksack; that I was wearing an Afghan hat; that I was wearing Doc Martens; that I had a loud voice; that I  had not said anything for a couple of hours; that I smiled at someone and walked away; that I waved at someone from a distance; that I laughed at someone; that I looked at someone but I didn’t say anything; that I was carrying a rolled up newspaper; that I had pink hair.

The only running theme that I could identify was that a bunch of completely mad people who were running a paedophile gang wanted to imprison me and would make up any old bollocks to try and make that happen. I could have spent my entire life dressed from head to toe in the most boring outfit from Next and sported a Lady Di hairstyle and those factors too would have been written down in triplicate and used as evidence as to why I was going to murder someone imminently.

 

The problems at Bangor University are rooted in the fact that until not so long ago the entire institution was run by Dafydd and the paedophiles. Not everyone at Bangor is Of Them – there are some really great people there, but an awful lot of people are on tenterhooks because they know people who have been ruined by the paedophiles’ friends. It had the effect of making a lot of people frightened of their own shadows. Neither are the culprits always those in the most senior positions – I watched really quite junior staff behaving appallingly towards senior staff and those senior people would not say a word for fear of a ‘bullying’ allegation. The University appointed a number of Harassment and Bullying Officers. One of the best ones, a senior lecturer, resigned on principle. The reason? She was being bullied by Prof Fergus Lowe – the toxic psychologist who built his empire on his knowledge of the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles – and Fungus’s mate Professor Lew Hardy.

The HR Dept was run by  Fungus’s minion, the monstrous Lyn Meadows, a reject from the Welsh Ambulance Service. Meadows was a vindictive liar who systematically aligned herself with the paedophiles’ friends – she is now a member of the Betsi Board.

One could see clearly that the biggest problems at Bangor University were among those groups of staff whose history was as people who had facilitated the paedophile gang – the social work tutors, the teacher trainers, the psychologists and the nursing tutors. Not all of them were involved, some of them were definitely trying to uphold standards and good practice but the ones doing that very obviously had to distance themselves from everyone else.

Those we know and love also enjoyed co-ordinating sabotage attempts if there was any indication that there might be an attempt to raise the Titanic. The School of Healthcare Sciences was run by Ruhi Behi, a former North Wales Hospital Denbigh nurse, so no wonder there was trouble there. Again and again new staff were appointed at the School of Healthcare Sciences in a vain attempt to ‘change the culture’. Again and again they were blown out of the water by Dafydd’s old servants. For years, the most conscientious student nurses dutifully reported patient neglect and abuse if they witnessed it, only to find themselves then bullied out of the School.

I witnessed a bizarre spectacle at the School of Education. The newly appointed VC sent an e mail around to say that he was coming to address the crowds and there would be tea and buns afterwards. I thought great, I’ll go. Before the big day, a curious e mail was sent to every member of the School by one of the teacher trainers explaining that there were ‘concerns’ about ‘what the appointment of the new VC means for us’, so everyone was invited to a meeting to a discuss a plan. Well not everyone – the research staff were barred from entry. The invitation was for the teacher trainers only. When the day of the VC’s lecture followed by tea n buns arrived, I was gobsmacked when, at 3-30 pm on the dot, the alarms on the watches of every teacher trainer in the audience went off loudly and the whole lot of them stood up in unison and walked out of the room. Halfway through the VC’s lecture. There were about four people left – me, my PhD supervisor, one Research Professor and the Head of School. So we had a great time with the buns, but all I could think was ‘how fucking rude, if I was the VC I would issue redundancy notices next week and shut the fucking School down’.

Those who walked out had spent glorious years working in local schools whilst the paedophile ring enjoyed themselves and then they bagged jobs as teacher trainers in Bangor.

The School of Education at Bangor University contained many members of staff who had worked at the Bangor Normal College, the teacher training institution which had previously merged with the University. My post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ details the stitching up of a Hergest patient, F – who had knowledge of serious wrongdoing – and the death of a witness. Dafydd Orwig was one of those involved in the fit up – Orwig was a retired lecturer from Bangor Normal College and a Gwynedd County Councillor.

 

There were a number of scenes such as that of the mass rudeness of the teacher trainers of the School of Education and the message was always the same – we’re the paedophiles’ friends, we call the shots and we will bring down anyone who challenges us.

 

I have purchased a book online – at a very low price I stress – written by some of the paedophiles’ friends who have featured on this blog. The book was published in 1994, so I expect that it was written sometime between 1991-93 – the people who wrote it are not known for their speed and productivity. So the idea for this book probably arose just at the time that the North Wales Police launched their first investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales. Now why would the paedophiles’ friends have had an overwhelming urge to write the tome ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ just at that time? The book was produced by CCETSW (Central Council for Education and Training in Social Work), published by the University of Wales Press and is a companion volume to a work on anti-oppressive practice no less. Yes, the paedophiles’ colleagues and friends were keen on the notion of anti-oppressive practice.

The editors of ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ are Rhian Huws Williams, Hywel Williams and Elaine Davies.

Rhian Huws Williams is a former star of this blog. She trained as a social worker at UCNW (Bangor University) in the 1970s when UCNW was completely under the control of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Rhian has spent her whole career in the bosom of the paedophiles. After graduating from UCNW, she did a Master’s degree at Aston University which was an essential requirement for paedophiles’ friends of Rhian’s generation and she then spent many years working among the paedophiles and their colleagues at progressively higher levels.

In 2001 Rhian was appointed CEO of the Care Council for Wales. That was the body entirely composed of paedophiles’ colleagues and friends which was going to transform social work in Wales post-Waterhouse. Rhian remained in that post until 2016.

In Oct 2010, Rhian was appointed as a member of the Independent Commission on Social Services for the Welsh Gov’t. So Rhian is the Welsh Gov’ts idea of ‘independent’. Rhian was appointed by the Minister for Health and Social Care – which will have been Edwina Hart.

Edwina, no wonder your attempts at dealing with the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales didn’t get very far if you appointed Rhian to your ‘Independent’ Commission. But then Edwina was deeply compromised by all those years in the trade unions. Everyone had everyone else over a barrel and they all knew about the bodies out at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

Latterly Rhian has been involved with Welsh language education for adults.

Rhian is a Trustee of the ‘Living Room’ – that’s a Dafydd-venture in Cardiff, associated with CAIS.

Rhian Huws Williams – the woman who epitomises the rot in social work in Wales.

 

Rhian’s co-editor of ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’, Hywel Williams, is of course the MP for Caernarfon. Hywel is the former Director of Social Work at Bangor University and before that he was a psychiatric social worker in north Wales. Hywel has a track record of being very rude to the service users who he is of course keen to empower. The other co-editor of ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ was Elaine Davies. I don’t know Elaine Davies, but she is a Welsh language specialist in the field of health and social care.

The people who wrote contributing chapters include Gwilym Prys Davies, Delyth Morris and Glyn Williams.

Gwilym Prys Davies – Lord Prys-Davies – was one of the best friends that Gwynne, Dafydd and the paedophiles had. A bent lawyer who trained at Aberystwyth, Lord Prys-Davies was a member of the Welsh Hospitals’ Board – as a result of his interest in ‘the welfare of the elderly and mentally ill’ – when Gwynne was lobotomising women who said yes or indeed no to sex with the wrong people and while Dafydd subjected gay men to ‘aversion therapy’ whilst running a paedophile gang which targeted young boys. Prys-Davies was Chairman of the Welsh Hospitals’ Board from 1968 until 1974, when the Board’s responsibilities were taken over by the Welsh Office. When paedophiles’ friend Lord John Morris was appointed Secretary of State for Wales in 1974, Lord Prys-Davies became his special advisor. So guess who continued to conceal the abuses of Gwynne, Dafydd and the paedophiles?

Prys-Davies left John Morris’s staff in 1978 to spend four years on Ecosoc, the European Community’s social and economic committee.

After he was elevated to the Lords in 1982, Lord Prys-Davies was Opposition frontbench spokesman for Health, 1983-87; for N Ireland, 1982-93; and for the Welsh Office, 1987-97. Throughout it all he uttered not one word of explanation for the dead bodies of former kids in care and psych patients that turned up so often in north Wales.

Prys-Davies was, at various times, President of the University of Wales, Swansea and the Honourable Society of Cymmorodorion; Vice President of Coleg Harlech; and Welsh Chairman of the National Playing Fields Association.

Prys-Davies was one of the paedophiles’ friends who sat on the Home Office/Welsh Office working party concerning the establishment of a fourth Welsh language television channel and who twisted old Thatcher’s arm whilst her friend Sir Peter Morrison molested kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere. A mutually convenient arrangement – you get S4C and you bloody well silence all those complaints up in north Wales…

Prys-Davies joined Plaid as a young man but left in 1949 and joined Labour. He was one of the founders of the Welsh Socialist Republican Movement, a Welsh socialist alternative to Plaid which produced pamphlets and the newspaper ‘Y Faner Goch’ (The Red Flag). The comrade continued to maintain  his silence about Peter Morrison and the bodies out at Denbigh.

Prys-Davies was one of the presenters of the BBC Welsh language programme ‘Cenedl Holt’.

Before he went into politics, Prys-Davies was a solicitor in Pontypridd. He knew that George Thomas was a child molester (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

Paedophiles’ colleague Dr Delyth Morris aka Duckula wrote a chapter in ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ with her mentor, the much loathed paedophiles’ friend Glyn Williams (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

The timing of the writing of that book and the people involved speaks volumes.

 

During those years in which ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ was being written and published, the School of Psychology in Bangor University underwent great expansion as Fergus Lowe netted huge amounts of funding from Unilever and other organisations. The Fergus who also knew how many people were concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales and those bodies at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

There is a chapter in ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ written by Wynford Bellin, a social psychologist based in Cardiff.

 

Well suckers, I’ll be interested to hear your explanation for a number of incidents in the School of Psychology that I have been told happened between 2000-10. Here’s an extract from one of the e mails that I have received:

‘I only vaguely knew Fergus Lowe: He appeared only once to give a lecture during my time as a student. However, I had heard he was not a nice person. I had a friend who had tried to tell him of being bullied but got very short shrift. I also had another friend studying a PhD who said Fergus was over competitive because during staff football matches he would regularly kick all of the opposing team in the shins. It is interesting to read of Ed Ingram. Ed would write books for publication that publishers wouldn’t accept. One of these was an illustrated children’s story which featured a young girl losing all of her clothes. The same PhD student friend saw the book and said it was bizarre and that no publisher would ever go near it. Ed Ingram was given some protection by Alun Waddon, who I think had been a lecturer in the Psychology department since before Fergus Lowe arrived. Waddon would make strange sexual comments during lectures. For instance, during one lecture he made oddly lewd comments about the sexual behaviour of students at halls of residence. Then at another lecture he explained to a lecture hall of mostly young women that he would do odd jobs around the house or in the garden in exchange for sex with his wife. The students were very disapproving. Comments like this seemed fairly regular but were not really an issue. Then in his final year before retirement at the end of 2002, he delivered a lecture on child abuse, at the end of which he told a lecture theatre of about 85 students that they could all go downstairs into the computer lab and look at images of the sexual abuse of children on the internet. This is not an exaggeration or distortion. I witnessed all of these events and know that they occurred as I am describing them. The students were in shock but Waddon seemed unconcerned. I am still incredulous that this ever happened. I just cannot get my head around what he was thinking to make this seem like a good idea. He must have known this sort of behaviour was illegal. Alun Waddon took early retirement in summer 2003. The story that I heard was that his wife, a clinical psychologist, found that he was having an affair with a student and gave him an ultimatum of retiring or she would leave him. After what happened to me I am wary of believing any stories circulating in Bangor and am prepared to keep an open mind. However, the story does seem consistent with his behaviour. Waddon died from cancer around the end of 2008 and the university then named a lecture theatre after him: The same lecture theatre where he had told students they could look at images of the sexual abuse of children.’

 

Ed Ingram has featured on this blog before – he lived in Bethesda and was known even among the hippies as ‘Filthy Ed’, because he was, literally physically filthy (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah – He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). Ed spent most of his life completely out of his brain on recreational chemicals and was married to a long suffering woman called Jane, who had starred in hard core porn films. Jane was actually a very nice person and most of Bethesda felt very sorry for her – she died of cancer when not that old a few years ago. I witnessed Ed herding schoolgirls – young schoolgirls as well, not 15 or 16 year olds – into taxis in Bangor and driving off with them.

Ed was notorious but like the Anglesey heroin addict described in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’, he faced no challenges at all despite his very obvious unacceptable conduct. Fergus employed him as a statistics tutor for the psychology students for years despite many concerns raised about Ed being let loose on 18 year old undergrads. Even years after Ed was no longer employed by the University he could be seen in the library, going in and out of lecture theatres etc. In the end Ed went very conspicuously mad – he was also obviously suffering from quite serious malnutrition and lived out of bin liners. But still he’d be sitting in the University library and not a word was said. He died some years ago but I don’t know the circumstances.

I think that the Hergest Unit were aware of Ed Ingram – if only because he spent many evenings at the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda along with Dr Bob Tresman, a psychiatrist who worked at Hergest. The landlord of the Douglas, Geoff, was a magistrate who was friendly with a number of bent coppers (see post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’).

 

Alun Waddon was for a long while the admissions tutor for the School of Psychology. Alun Waddon was also the warden for Neuadd Rathbone, the then girls’ hall of residence. A well-known psychiatric patient called Trevor Tunstall – another target of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘There’s Going To Be A Hog Roast…’) – who was friends with many of the students, was constantly thrown out of Rathbone by Waddon when the students invited Trevor to go up and see them. Trevor used to tell me that Waddon was a mate of Dafydd’s and was harassing him. To my regret I didn’t ask more – I had no idea when Trevor used to grumble about Waddon’s alleged activities that there was a link between Dafydd and Waddon.

The School of Psychology employed Prof Mark Williams, the man behind the Mindfulness research fraud (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’); Dr Neil Cheshire; Prof Bob Woods; Prof Richard Bentall; Dr Mike Jackson; Dr Peter Higson; Bruce Napier. They have all been involved with ‘treating’ mental health patients in north Wales. Mark Williams and Richard Bentall are very big names internationally and Peter Higson is the Chair of the Betsi. They all knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang.

Perhaps one of them could tell me more about Waddon’s generous offer to students to view child abuse images…

There was another big name who made his reputation at the School of Psychology in Bangor – the dyslexia expert Prof Tim Miles. A lot of people really liked Prof Miles – indeed I liked Prof Miles, he had a lovely manner – but after Prof Miles died, I found out that Prof Miles carried out his groundbreaking work re dyslexia among special needs children on Anglesey. They were some of the children who were abused by the paedophile gang. Tim must have at least suspected what was happening to some of those kids – his colleague Anne Cook must have had some idea as well.

‘We didn’t know.’ You did, you absolutely did. You might not have all known the extent of it or the details, but you all knew that terrible things were happening to some young people. Because it was ignored, by the late 1980s it had snowballed into serious organised crime with international links and grasses were being found dead. Which was when people simply became far too frightened to speak out.

Of course there was one thing about Dafydd that some local people knew about and remarked upon – his links with the IRA. When I was first told about this, I didn’t believe it. Years later I found out that it was indeed true (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’).

 

I know that I am very rude about the Mafia of Drips who have feathered the nests of themselves and their families by colluding with Dafydd and the gang, but in terms of the normal, decent people who just wanted to live quietly, get on with their jobs and enjoy family life, yes I can see why they didn’t take on a gang of paedophiles with links to gangsters and the IRA…

Backed up by Thatcher’s Gov’t and the whole of the legal and medical establishment.

 

Previous posts have mentioned that back in the 1980s, the Student Health Centre at UCNW (Bangor University) was staffed by Dafydd’s mates who were actively assisting the sex trafficking ring. My posts ‘Disability Support’ and ‘Just A Language Divide?’ described how all branches of ‘student support’ at Bangor for decades have been run by the paedophiles’ friends. I mentioned that whilst in north Wales there is an abusive mental health service that flatly refuses to treat many people, an organisation called Medra provides free counselling sessions for staff of Bangor University and the public services (see post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’) in north Wales. Bangor University also has a counselling service for students – many students use it because the mental health services are so crap.

However, those targeted by the paedophiles’ friends were also refused assistance from the counselling service. I tried the counselling service when I was doing teacher training and explained to them that I was now being refused all mental health services, despite the best efforts of my lawyers. I had a very odd experience with the counsellor, a woman called Linda. The minute I that mentioned the Hergest Unit, she told me that I could not use her service because I was a client of the mental health services. I repeated that I was not, I had been unlawfully refused treatment. Linda gave a patronising smile and told me that she could not give me a ‘service’.

I now have a copy of a letter that Linda wrote to Dr Sadie Francis – without informing me – the day after that I went to see Linda. Linda told Sadie that I had been to see her and she understood that Sadie knew me. Linda then wrote that it would be good ‘to do lunch’ with Sadie to ‘catch up’. I’d love to know what the ladies who lunched discussed when they did catch up…

But then Linda was doing some strange things in that counselling room. I knew another student who went to see Linda and found Linda profoundly unhelpful. This student had been sexually abused when she was 12 years old by James Wharram, who offered ‘work experience’ to numerous school kids at his dolphin centre in the West Country. She told me that Wharram was abusing ALL the girls who went to stay there. She told me that after she confided in Linda, Linda made her feel so uncomfortable that she did not go back for another appointment.

I had heard of James Wharram years before. One of my friends went down to work at his dolphin sanctuary just after she graduated from Bangor in marine biology in 1984. He sexually harassed her and she made a complaint to another member of Wharram’s empire. They told her that the problem had been resolved. Interestingly enough, when Wharram was confronted he told them that he had ’emotional problems’ and that my friend had ‘exploited them’.

Linda – my friend was 21 when she was bothered by James Wharram, but your client was 12 when Wharram molested her. He molested hundreds of kids over a period of years. What did you do after you found out about it? Send a letter to him asking him if he could do lunch with you?

I can only imagine how many accounts of criminality and abuse that Linda listened to before she closed down the conversation and made sure that the witness did not return.

By the way Linda, James Wharram is still alive and is now based in Cornwall. Look at his website – he offers sailing adventures in catamarans and explains that he ‘is a legend’. Well I certainly never forgot hearing about him. James’s website bangs on about his adventures in Polynesia. He used accounts of those adventures to excuse his sexual activities with girls of 12 and 13. He told them that in Polynesia, it was normal for an ‘older man’ – like him of course – to have relationships with younger women to induct them into the mysteries of sex…

Linda was told about James Wharram in 2001. She might have heard about him before then for all I know, but she definitely knew what he was doing in 2001.

 

After Sadie Francis retired as a psychiatrist from the Hergest Unit, she enrolled for a creative writing course at the School of Lifelong Learning at Bangor University. The Head of School at the time was Meri Huws, who in the 1980s was employed as a social worker by Gwynedd Social Services on the Maesgeirchan estate in Bangor when the kids at the Ty’r Felin children’s home on Maesgeirchan were abused by the paedophile gang. The School of Lifelong Learning had close links with Student Services and the counselling service. Meri Huws used to work at Bangor Normal College.

Just how vile are you lot?

 

The e mail that I received regarding the School of Psychology mentions a number of other people in that School who my correspondent felt were doing some worrying things. Unlike Ed Ingram and Alun Whaddon, I have no knowledge of the people named in this next extract:

‘There was a small religious contingent within the Psychology department who were amongst the nastiest people that I met during my time at Bangor. They were extremely judgemental and ready to attack others. Terese and John Bird were from the US and both worked in the Psychology department, as a manager of the computer labs and a junior teacher respectively. They had been involved for years with the religious cult the Moonies while in the US and then fled to the UK. However, although they superficially appeared normal there thinking was disturbed. They meant well but they were heavily involved with gossip. Terese once suggested that I was a paedophile after I inadvertently played a CD by a pioneer of electronic music, Aphex Twin, as it contained a brief moment of swearing. My mother laughed when I told her this, but these people were so demented that it was worrying. The worst of all was Mike Beverley, who still works at Bangor. He was a religious minded bigot who looked for people to attack because it made him feel more righteous. He had a habit of telling students who visited him for pastoral care that they should just put their hands together and pray. Unfortunately, by her own admission my supervisor believed absolutely anything he said’.

 

I know that there are Mormons in Gwynedd, one Mormon who works at Bangor University is a former social worker. There was also a group of Mormons who used to visit patients in the Hergest Unit. The staff were hostile to the Mormons but weren’t allowed to refuse them entry if the patients wanted to see them. I took the view that the Mormons were probably not as damaging to the patients as a lot of the mental health professionals were.

 

Mormons are often viewed with suspicion because they are a minority faith – other minority faiths encounter the same problem – but in Bangor there was unpleasantness at the heart of the Church in Wales. Bangor Cathedral was so seriously dysfunctional – or in the words of a friend ‘a cold and heartless place’ – that a number of clergy moved away, unable to withstand the battering.

I imagine that once more, the problems at the Cathedral will be rooted in the activities of Dafydd et al. Gwilym Williams, the former Bishop of Bangor and Archbishop of Wales – who was also a theology lecturer at UCNW – knew about the paedophile gang and concealed their crimes (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

 

I have previously mentioned those we know and love who cluttered up the School of Theology at Bangor for so long and made so many people’s lives so miserable (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’). I have been told that the School of Theology had a long and glorious tradition of employing senior members of staff who treated people dreadfully. So imagine my surprise when I found out that one of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse’s oldest and closest friends was Professor J. Gwynne Williams, the Professor of Welsh History and Vice-Principal at UCNW. J. Gwynne Williams was the person who wrote the first history of UCNW. Ronnie Waterhouse went to school with him and they remained close friends. J. Gwynne Williams became Chairman of University of Wales Press and President of the National Library of Wales, positions favoured by paedophiles’ friends. J.Gwynne Williams’s wife tutored many local people in Gwynedd who when they were older occupied key roles in academia, education etc…

I am wondering if J. Gwynne Williams was a relation of T. Gwynne Williams, the lobotomist. North Wales was dominated by a number of influential local families, with tentacles everywhere. According to Ronnie Waterhouse’s autobiography, J. Gwynne Williams was at school with him in Flintshire and I think that T. Gwynne Williams grew up in Llandudno, but they could well have been cousins or related to each other in another way.

Ronnie mentions that J. Gwynne Williams’s father was a Nonconformist Minister, which would have made him very influential in the region.

 

The toxic influence of the paedophiles’ friends probably explains some of what I and my friends witnessed when we were undergrads at UCNW in the 1980s but couldn’t understand. There was a lot of bad feeling in the science depts between the technicians and the academics. There were some truly pompous old farts who treated the technicians dreadfully, so one could understand the resentment, but certain technicians not only wielded much power but behaved terribly themselves.

A notorious man called Bill Neville who was employed as a photographic technician for the biological sciences turned down all requests to take any photos for anyone. We discovered that not only did Bill Neville rarely come into work but the rest of the staff knew about this. They dealt with it by simply not asking Bill Neville to do anything. A zoology technician called Emyr was nakedly racist and refused to help overseas students/visiting academics. Emyr was loathed but he wasn’t challenged. A technician in the School of Plant Biology called Idris did come into work but took delight in claiming that he was ‘closed’ whenever anyone went to him with a request. Emyr’s boss Peter Brindley was a real charmer. Brindley accused me of theft when I was a student. I proved my innocence. Did I get an apology? Of course not. He just walked away pompousing. Many years later when the paedophiles’ friends were doing their best to unseat the VC who was not Of Them, I was told that Brindley was one of those leading the charge.

In 1985 there was a crisis in the Zoology Dept. They needed a new IT system and only one technician had the knowledge to develop it. He refused to lift a finger unless he was paid £7000. So the University paid up. I and my friends were baffled. How could he just refuse to do the crucial job for which he was paid, demand an extra £7k and actually receive it?

I and my friends experienced a taste of Technician Power when we were students in 1983. A girl moved into our shared house on Anglesey who was on a Manpower Services Scheme placement with the technicians at UCNW. We found out within weeks that she was a nightmare. She stole from us, lied constantly, refused to contribute to bills and didn’t pay her rent. She made a false rape allegation against a young man in Bangor after she’d been out drinking one night and general chaos broke out. She then disappeared with some of my clothes, owing us a considerable amount of money. We realised that we probably weren’t going to see our property and dosh again, so we decided that at least we’d have a laugh out of it.

We made some spoof ‘wanted’ posters and put them up around the University. We got into a great deal of trouble. There were threats to throw us out of the University – one of our friends was threatened with expulsion from the Zoology Dept although he wasn’t involved in any way and didn’t even know that we’d put the posters up. The over-reaction was seriously weird – it was known that the girl owed us money and her supervisor knew that she had made a false allegation regarding a serious crime. Furthermore, we found out that she’d been in trouble at work. She had lied about giving the research animals food and water and some of them had died. She had also gone out one lunchtime, purchased booze, got completely bladdered in the Zoology Dept and had to be carried out of the building by workmen because she couldn’t walk. As undergrads we thought that all this was uproariously funny, but as a middle aged woman I now wonder what was going on in terms of staff management in UCNW.

The only connection that I can think of between this girl and the vengeance that was wreaked upon us, was that during the short time that she lived in our house we discovered that she was being treated very negligently – such that her life was being put at risk – by one of the Top Doctors, Dr P.W.White of Menai Bridge. I was so worried that I told the Student Health Centre what was going on. It was the worst thing that I could have done. I had no idea that a cartel of Top Doctors operated in north Wales, but I now know that P.W. White was a good mate of Dr D.G.E. Wood and the pair of them were as corrupt as they come.

So chew on this P.W. White et al. I know that when P.W. White’s son was imprisoned for drug dealing, the ‘letter of reference’ testifying to his good character which was given to the judge ‘from a local doctor’ was written by none other than his own father – Dr P.W. White.

Subsequent to his son being jailed, P.W. White appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ stating that obese children should be taken into care on the grounds of neglect.

P.W. White is one of the fattest doctors in north Wales.

You want more Dr P.W.White? I also know that Dr K. Shah, who was involved in my unlawful arrest and imprisonment along with Dafydd (see post ‘Hippocratic Oath Or Hypocritic Oaf?’), was a partner in your practice for years.

Dr K. Shah had another business as well – he owned Brig-y-Nant, a very mediocre old folks home in Bethesda. His wife Mrs Shah – I don’t think that she had a first name – ran it. My friend worked there as a care assistant and witnessed Mrs Shah screaming at an old lady that she’d ‘put her in a cold bath’ if she didn’t shut up. Then there was the old lady who was injured but wasn’t taken to hospital. She did receive medical attention and it was recorded in the incident book that she was ‘seen by a doctor’. You’ve guessed it – that doctor was Dr K. Shah. He probably completed the death certificates as well.

The locals in Bethesda used to warn people not to put their old folks in Brig-y-Nant.

 

The Shahs lived in a particularly grand house on the Menai Straits in so-called Millionaire’s Row between Menai Bridge and Beaumaris. Shah used to go boozing in The Gazelle Hotel and one night he saw a group of young women students in there and one of them was wearing a long floaty dress with Doc Martens. Shah told everyone that she’d obviously bought a lovely dress but couldn’t afford the shoes to go with it.

We really howled with laughter at that one.

I did not howl with laughter some years ago when someone told me that Shah had been accused of a serious sexual assault but that nothing had ever been proved against him.

 

In terms of nursing homes, there was also St Tysilio, a big dementia home that was built at Llanfairpwll and owned by one of the Top Docs at Ysbyty Gwynedd. It came highly recommended – well the Top Doc owned it didn’t he. Until tales began emerging of the bad care and neglect of patients…

 

There was an old folks home in Menai Bridge, opposite Tony and Sadie Francis’s house. It was eventually converted into a Chinese Restaurant which was the best thing that could have happened to it. The owner was an alcoholic and the Matron – a woman who called herself Wendy but was really called something else – was a former nurse from the C&A Hospital in Bangor. Wendy’s career at the C&A had come to an abrupt end when she was caught having sex with a male patient in his bed on the ward. That was too much even for the C&A Hospital. So Wendy got a job running the old folks home for the alkie in Menai Bridge. Where Dr D.G.E. Wood had some patients. Not that he’d ever out his own parents in there, he told his colleagues that. Wendy and the alkie were only good enough for other people’s relatives.

At the Bangor end of the Menai Suspension Bridge, there was another old folks home, Ceris. I worked in Ceris for a couple of terrible days in the early 1990s. The Matron was a Sister Bean. Sister Bean knew what she was doing because she was Qualified. Sister Bean was a Registered Angel, whereas the woman who owned the home – Mrs Murphy – was only an Enrolled Angel, so Sister Bean ruled the roost. It was Sister Bean’s idea that there should be a Confused Room. The Confused Room contained four elderly ladies who were in various stages of dementia. One of the elderly ladies had virtually paralysed limbs and a serious problem with eating and swallowing. She should probably have been fed by tube or at least liquids. Sister Bean handed me a plate of sandwiches and told me to give them to her. I realised that this was going to be difficult so I explained to Sister Bean that the old lady couldn’t chew and couldn’t swallow. Sister Bean cheerily told me to just force the sandwiches into the old lady’s mouth and she’d soon swallow. Not wanting to choke a member of the Confused Room to death, I declined to do this. So Sister Bean did it instead. Christ Almighty.

The irony was that the old lady who was being put at risk of choking to death on a daily basis was the former Mayoress of Bangor. Many of the other residents were local big wigs as well. I discovered that the former Headmaster of Friars School was being neglected at a dreadful nursing home on Anglesey and Bryn Mel Manor, where Lady Janet Douglas Pennant ended her days, would not have been used as a place of rest by anyone who knew some of what was going on there.

Surely the paedophiles’ friends must have realised by now that by running the whole of north Wales as their personal fiefdom and systematically hounding out all competent people puts them at very high risk of abuse when they hit old age and find themselves frail and vulnerable…

 

I lasted two whole days at Ceris before I got the hell out of there. I heard about the aftermath though, because one of my mates was still working there. Sister Bean gave her verdict on me. I was ‘rather strange’. Well yeh, I wasn’t going to choke an old lady to death by force-feeding her sandwiches. My friend soon left as well, being rather strange herself. By that time Sister Bean had found a suitably non-strange member of staff, Jenny Messenger. Jenny was a Registered Angel and a mature student at Bangor University, working with the paedophiles’ friends the social work tutors. Jenny Messenger told everyone that Mrs Murphy didn’t know what she was doing, only being Enrolled, but Sister Bean was Registered and was ‘excellent’.

Jenny Messenger then moved to Rachub and joined in the harassment of me by the paedophiles’ friends. She married a man who held yoga workshops and who caused a number of women a degree of anxiety as a result of his constant offers to give them massages, but after less than a year Jenny and he split up. I don’t know whether that was anything to do with massaging other women.

Ceris is now called Ceris Newydd and is part of the empire owned by the shark Mark Bailey – it featured in my post ‘Are There Dark Forces At Work – Again?’. I’ve not heard of any attempts at Death By Sandwich at Ceris Newydd, but there have been complaints of poor care, the employment of unsuitable staff and Mark Bailey not paying people. I’m surprised that Mark has got away with it all, because there is a barrister who lives – or lived – in Menai Bridge who knew what was happening at Mark Bailey’s establishment. The barrister is called Jonathan – I don’t know his surname – but his auntie was in Ceris and Jonathan witnessed the lot. Or could Mark’s relationship with Jonathan be the very reason why Mark’s business has expanded and expanded recently to the surprise of people who worked for him fifteen years ago and who knew that the builders had walked off the site because they hadn’t been paid and that there were threats to cut the utilities off because Mark hadn’t paid them either?

 

To return to the Technician Power at UCNW. I can only assume that all the scams were somehow linked to Dafydd and the paedophiles. I suspect that the technicians had knowledge of what was being concealed and because no-one was particularly pleasant to them they went to war.

 

There is a point that it is worth making re the network of abusers in north Wales. There is much ‘awareness raising’ at the moment – both on a global level and locally in Wales – about misogyny and the sexual harassment and abuse of girls and women. There is a great deal of #Me Too happening. Whilst I am glad to see that there are efforts being made to challenge appalling attitudes and conduct towards women, the key targets of Dafydd’s gang were boys. John Allen’s Bryn Alyn Community produced boy prostitutes en masse and exported them to England and to Europe. Girls and young women were abused and exploited as well, but the big money and big business was in the rent boys.

I am fairly sure that no matter how much we young women were all revolted by Gwynne, Dafydd et al, it was easier for us to deal with than those boys. I and my friends rolled around laughing at Dafydd’s hopes, but things will have been very much harder for the 13 and 14 year old boys who were being beaten and gang raped by John Allen et al. Boys of that age are massively sensitive to ‘gay’ behaviour anyway – particularly in the 1970s and 80s when homophobia was the order of the day. I very much doubt if there was much taking the piss out of John Allen et al. The boys just ran away constantly to escape the buggery and the beatings – and were then returned by the police, some of whom were members of the paedophile gang.

As for naive notions that the boys had kindly women to confide in ie. the house mothers of the homes – the house mothers were usually married to the men who were abusing the boys. Then there were the other female Angels whose very presence was used to demonstrated that there were Caring People about – such as one of the most senior Angels in Clwyd Health Authority, Irene Train, who knew exactly what was going on, who sat on internal investigations and who concealed the serious abuse of children (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’).

It was the Mrs Trains who were the Matrons whom people dream of re-introducing to NHS hospitals on the grounds that they knew how to do a good hospital corner on a bed and kept everyone in line. In reality, if there was malpractice and corruption in hospitals, the matrons were part of it. Someone I knew who was a student nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd in the early 1990s told me that the cadre of senior nurses there were appalling, bullying corrupt idiots who were complicit with patient abuse and neglect. However they always made sure that they wore their hats – my friend used to call them ‘trifle-heads’ because the hats were so ludicrous – and never allowed anyone to call them by their first names. Mrs Train would have been proud of them.

Meanwhile Dafydd was left alone in side rooms with young women patients whom he’d taken a shine to after they had been unlawfully arrested and detained…

 

Until very recently there was absolutely no provision in north Wales for boys or men who had sexual problems or who had been abused. No-one would have dared make such provision for fear of what would have emerged.

The boys targeted by the paedophile gang had no-one, absolutely no-one. They ended up in Risley Remand Centre or Walton Prison where many of them killed themselves.

 

The man who has e mailed me about coming under fire whilst he was a student in the School of Psychology commented that most people turned their backs on him when he sought help or protection. Yes, they will have. Targets of the Dafydd and the paedophiles’ are ignored when they tell anyone of the extreme harassment that they are receiving; if they demonstrate that lies were told in an attempt to have them imprisoned they will be told that it was a ‘misunderstanding’ or a ‘different perception’; if they are explicitly threatened that is simply ignored as well and when people try to break into their houses or cars try to run them over they are told that they must calm down because they are stressed. Some of the people saying this are Of The Paedophiles’ Friends, but a minority of these people are actually nice people but very frightened because they know damn well who will be behind the hate campaign.

 

So at how much risk to the great and good put themselves when dealing with people who murder other people? Not much. Ronnie Waterhouse’s autobiography describes a trial over which he presided in the 1990s. It involved murder charges against members of a Hell’s Angels chapter and there was a fear that someone might take a pop at old Ronnie before he passed sentence. Ronnie goes into quite some detail regarding the security measures. There were police snipers positioned on the roof of the court and security everywhere. Fortunately for old Ronnie no-one did try to kill him, but no-one was going to take any chances.

A few years ago the international gangster Nicholas Hoogstraten was going to be put on trial in the UK for tax evasion. The trial was abandoned because the probability of the judge being assassinated if the trial went ahead was considered so high that it was decided that the risk could not be taken. Hoogstraten never stood trial and later emigrated to Zimbabwe where he worked as an advisor to Robert Mugabe.

Hoogstraten owned huge swathes of Brighton. The building in Brighton which was firebombed and resulted in the deaths of five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’) was said to be owned by Hoogstraten.

 

When Ronnie Waterhouse Chaired the Waterhouse Inquiry at Ewloe, there were no police snipers on the roof. Named witnesses gave evidence in public against a bunch of murdering gangsters whilst being called liars by Ronnie and the numerous lawyers who represented Dafydd’s mates. Witnesses collapsed whilst giving evidence and other witnesses were so distressed that they had to be helped out of the building. A Helpline – run by colleagues of the paedophile gang – had been set up and one person who availed themselves of help from the Helpline was found dead.

But old Ronnie wasn’t in any danger so there were no police snipers.

No wonder nobody ever saw anything, heard anything or knew anything about a paedophile ring in north Wales.

 

There is a Hell’s Angels chapter near Colwyn Bay. Local are terrified of them and wonder why they have felt able to establish their clubhouse just down the road from the HQ of the North Wales Police. The Hell’s Angels probably don’t feel that they have anything in the slightest to worry about. And if someone gets shot and needs a sawbones to patch them up who can be relied upon not to squeal to the police, there’s Dafydd not a million miles away.

 

North Wales is a region blighted by decades of organised crime with which the most unlikely people are involved.

 

The ‘Daily Post’ has reported that a member of the North Wales Economic Ambition Board, the body behind the North Wales Growth Bid, has stated that north Wales ‘must stand on its own two feet’ and ‘take responsibility for itself’. So who is the man who is sending out this rather Top Doctoresque message to a region which has been wrecked by the paedophiles’ friends? A successful local businessman who is expanding and providing opportunities for local people perhaps? No. Of course it isn’t. It is Iwan Trefor Jones, Corporate Director at Gwynedd County Council.

Iwan Trefor Jones certainly has a lot to answer for. In 2010 Wales Online reported that he had been appointed as Vice Chair of Agored Cymru, the organisation ‘which develops qualifications to meet the needs and priorities of all learners in Wales’.

Iwan was already Gwynedd County Council’s Director for Children and Young People; Chair of the Children and Young People’s Partnership in Gwynedd; Chair of the Children’s Safeguarding Board for Gwynedd and Môn; Chair of the Gwynedd and Môn Skills Group; and Director of the Careers Wales North West Wales Board.

You haven’t been that successful in your many roles have you Iwan?

With a record of failure this great, Iwan Trefor Jones could only have been of course a member of the Welsh Government’s Wales Employment and Skills Board.

I heard much about Iwan Trefor Jones some twelve years ago. I knew someone in Bangor University who had received a smallish grant to establish a programme to encourage local young people in Gwynedd to set up their own businesses. This young woman worked very, very hard and had considerable success with her project. The outcomes were excellent by every measure, but Iwan Trefor Jones and one of his mates on Gwynedd County Council, a Dewi, had a very big problem with this young woman and her project. As a result of his role in Gwynedd County Council, Iwan had considerable power over the project that this young woman was running. She was harassed, undermined and bullied by Iwan Trefor and Dewi in every way possible. Then the funding for her project was stopped. Because her contract of employment was held by Bangor University, her employment continued but the execution order had been given by Iwan Trefor – she Had To Go. She was transferred to the School of Lifelong Learning where she was isolated and undermined. She became pregnant and was unlawfully dismissed whilst she was on maternity leave. She later successfully sued Bangor University. Another case of misogyny in the workplace by a sexist old dinosaur with testicles? Not really. The Head of School of Education who unlawfully dismissed her was Janet Pritchard, who was most definitely female. I was told that Janet was confronted regarding the chaos over which she presided and responded by stating that she was retiring in a few weeks so didn’t care anyway.

Janet Pritchard spent many years as a school teacher on Anglesey. She must have known something about the activities of the paedophiles’ friends.

I never found out exactly why Iwan Trefor demanded the execution of a young woman who was actually very successful at what Iwan Trefor claimed to want to encourage, but I understand that it was related to Iwan Trefor not liking her family. When her life was being made impossible by Iwan Trefor Jones, this young woman told me ‘my dad’s told me that we can’t do anything about Iwan Trefor, he virtually runs Gwynedd County Council’.

So having destroyed the region, Iwan Trefor is now telling the people whom he has kicked in the chops for years to stand on their own two feet.

Shortly after Iwan Trefor destroyed this young woman’s career, he was embroiled in a scandal. A huge amount of money from Gwynedd County Council had found its way into an enterprise in Porthmadog which had imploded weeks later and no-one could explain where the money had gone. Iwan Trefor had signed the cheque.

As for Iwan’s mate Dewi who had also been involved in the sabotaging of my colleague’s career – Dewi went to prison not long after for embezzling thousands of pounds from the Post Office that he ran near Porthmadog.

If any readers know how the scumbag that is Iwan Trefor Jones gained so much power in Gwynedd County Council, please do let me know. It will undoubtedly be as a result of his family connections. Who’s your dad then Iwan Trefor?

 

 

The squealing from Alder Hey continues and although the Top Docs there stress that they need police protection, I note that ‘The Guardian’ is reporting that somewhat irregular activities have been uncovered at Alder Hey. It is reported that ‘unauthorised doctors’ have been found to be working in the hospital and misbehaving themselves. It is stated that the ‘unauthorised doctors’ are from ‘Europe’ – I think ‘The Guardian’ will find that Alder Hey itself is located in ‘Europe’ – and a number of other foreign countries.

Alder Hey is not the only hospital which has been employing Top Doctors who are not what they claim to be. Some years ago – on one occasion when I actually received treatment at the A&E in Ysbyty Gwynedd – I was treated by a cheery young junior doctor who was unusual in that he had a strong north Wales accent. (Most of the Top Docs at YG are overseas Docs because UK graduates won’t work there, such is its reputation.) The young man’s name was Dyfrig. Some months later I managed to access my medical notes and I had quite a surprise when I saw that the full name of that young doctor was Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd. Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd is Dafydd’s son. I breathed a sigh of relief that Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd obviously did not realise who I was. But then I found a photo of Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd – there’s a photo of him on the CAIS website. He is not the young man who treated me. The young man who treated me had blonde hair and distinctive rosy red cheeks. Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd has dark hair and is quite a bit older than the young man who saw me in YG.

Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd is not a name like Dr John Smith. There will not be two of them.

So who was the young man who was masquerading as Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd in YG? At the time Martin Jones was the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust and Elfed Roberts was Chairman. I knew that Martin was not carrying out CRB checks on staff and I also knew that he was employing staff who had convictions for violent offences. I was also told that Martin was being blackmailed by staff who had found out about the extent of some of his wrongdoing.

So were you also employing people who were using fake ID or indeed other people’s ID then Martin?

Professor Robert Owen worked at Alder Hey for years. Professor Robert Owen concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’).

 

The Godfather written on a black background in stylized white lettering, above it a hand holds puppet strings

 

 

The Old Devils

Every time that I think that I must have exhausted my blogging potential in terms of uncovering people who played key roles in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles, I discover a few more.

One man who knew Dafydd et al well was Dr Jim Higgins. Higgins was a forensic psychiatrist who graduated from Glasgow University in 1967 and also passed through Birmingham University, presumably for postgraduate training. So Higgins will have known Dafydd’s mate and protector, Professor Robert Bluglass. Higgins worked as a consultant forensic psychiatrist in Mersey Regional Forensic Psychiatry Service from 1975 until he retired from clinical practice in 1999. So Higgins was in post throughout the years in which victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were banged up in Moss Side, Park Lane and Ashworth Hospitals. Higgins will have known all about the sexual assaults and beatings at Ashworth, as well as the children who were taken into the hospital to be sexually abused and the murders of patients. He will have known that whilst the Top Doctors fitted up innocent people and locked them up indefinitely, the Angels – who were members of the POA – were involved in National Front activity and were at war with the Top Docs and clinical psychologists and that car tyres were being slashed and death threats sent. See my post ‘Security, Security’ for details of the joys of Moss Side, Park Lane and Ashworth.

Not that Higgins was finished in 1999 when he retired. He continued to work as a forensic psychiatry adviser to Secure Psychiatric Services Commissioning. Jim Higgins had a ‘longstanding interest in postgraduate medical education’. He was regional speciality adviser for many years, Chairman of STEC (Psychiatry) and joint founder of the regional rotational training scheme for junior doctors in psychiatry. Higgins held numerous posts in the Royal College of Psychiatrists, including that of sub-dean. In the late 1980s Higgins became Associate Postgraduate Dean with particular responsibility for SHOs in all specialities.He was responsible for the assessment and appraisal of SHOs and their posts.

Who better to lead the training of junior doctors than someone who kept quiet about patients being beaten to death by Angels?

Jim Higgins was also involved in the Deanery processes to assist ‘Doctors in Difficulty’ – doctors such as Dafydd perhaps, who had been caught with their trousers down (or indeed with their trousers off) and who suddenly found that they were suffering from a medical condition that explained every bit of their misconduct.

Jim Higgins contributed a chapter to the 1984 volume ‘Mentally Abnormal Offenders’, edited by Michael Craft and Ann Craft. The book had forewords by Robyn David and Dafydd’s old mate and umbrella Professor Kenneth Rawnsley from Cardiff University (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’).

 

Dr Michael Craft was a Top Doctor who specialised in the psychiatry of the mentally handicapped – the most vulnerable patient group that there is. Craft died in 2004. An obituary written by Dr Julian Boulnois described Craft as ‘an eccentric capable of both whimsy and of injecting a certain amount of naughtiness into debate, particularly if the going was getting tough’. Craft initially trained at Guy’s Hospital Medical School, then trained in neurology at Edinburgh and according to Boulnois ‘his colleagues would have considered him absolutely crazy, potty, nuts for wasting his qualifications, for psychiatry at that time was considered a place in medicine where graduates who could not hack it in main stream medicine would be able to work out their time in some back water or other’.

Which is why vile nutters like Dafydd and Gwynne were allowed to spend decades illegally imprisoning anyone who had crossed their path in a dungeon, lobotomising them and lying on oath if necessary. Being the dregs of the medical profession, it obviously made sense to give Dafydd and Gwynne complete power over distressed people and never to investigate serious complaints about them.

Craft did of course ‘train’ at the Maudsley, just like Dafydd, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and most of those who concealed their crimes. Although Boulnois was clearly under no illusions about the calibre of people entering psychiatry, he nonetheless described the Maudsley an ‘another centre of excellence in the world of medicine’. For details of the excellence of some of those to be found at the Maudsley who did Dafydd et al so many favours, see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’.

Craft chose to ‘care for the mentally handicapped with interests beyond into the area of juvenile delinquency and psychopathy’. So none of his patients were going to be listened to if they raised concerns about the eccentric, whimsical, naughty Dr Craft.

Boulnois reassures readers that there would be no Harley Street practice for Michael Craft – that will have been because the mentally handicapped and juvenile delinquents would not have had the money to buy the services of Michael Craft and would probably never have chosen to see him anyway, so he worked for the NHS and sectioned them. Craft’s obituary intriguingly mentions that he ‘was no stranger to controversy, particularly during his time in Wales’.

We are not told by Craft’s obituarist exactly what it was that Dr Craft did in Wales that was so controversial or indeed in which part of Wales that he did it. Craft went to Queensland in 1983 but we are not told why – Craft’s obituary suggests that he was living in Australia when he died.

Michael Craft’s co-editor of ‘Mentally Abnormal Offenders’ was his wife Ann. Ann Craft died in 1997 and the Indie published an obituary for her written by Ann’s colleague Hilary Brown.

 

Ann Craft was born Ann Burkimsher in Aldershot, Hampshire, where she was educated, although she was in Egypt for a short while ‘which gave her a taste for travel and a certain air of indomitability’. Ann worked abroad for the World Council of Churches for a time in her 20s but later studied at Swansea University. She qualified as a social worker in the early 1970s. Ann Craft then worked at Bryn-y-Neuadd Hospital, Llanfairfechan, Gwynedd, ‘where she began to articulate the needs of residents for sex education and support in their relationships’.

Bryn-y-Neuadd was a version of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for the learning disabled and it was grim. It was still grim in the 1990s as it was wound down before closure but it was seriously grim in the 1970s. It was run by the same bunch of gangsters and paedophiles’ friends that the rest of the NHS in north Wales was. One of those responsible for Bryn-y-Neuadd was Cledwyn Williams, who sits on the Board of Dafydd’s charity CAIS. Other senior managers for the mental handicap service – as it was called then – were named in the Waterhouse Report. There was absolutely no way that the residents of Bryn-y-Neuadd were having their ‘needs’ in terms of ‘sex education and support in their relationships’ articulated by anyone. I knew people with learning disabled adult children who were doing everything that they could to keep them out of the clutches of Bryn-y-Neuadd.

Ann Craft ‘believed passionately that service users deserved to be given the information they needed to make sense of their own lives and personal options.’

If Ann wasn’t dead she might have been able to explain why, when I applied for a job as an advocate for the residents of Bryn-y-Neuadd in 1991, I was told by one of the senior managers that many of the patients were ‘cabbages’ and ‘vegetables’. At my interview. The people running that place were so bad that they did not know how bad they were.

Now what sort of ‘sex education’ do readers think that the cabbages might have been receiving from those who were running a sex trafficking gang?

Like Dafydd, Ann found support from the highest levels in her quest to give the cabbages a bit of sex education. Ann’s work was funded by the Health Education Council, who paid her to ‘develop sex education programmes which are still widely used’.

 

I think that I might have met someone who was using one of Ann’s sex education programmes in about 2002. I was lodging with a lady and her young adult learning disabled daughter in a village near Caernarfon when I was told by the young woman that a particularly unsavoury neighbour had told her mum that the young woman needed sex education lessons and he was the one to do it. This man was an alcoholic and his wife had stolen from the home of the young woman and her mum – the alkie and his wife had also been doing the shopping for the vulnerable mother and daughter but forgot to hand the change over. I was sufficiently concerned about the prospect of the sex education lessons – particularly as the young woman had told me that the potential sex educator was a ‘mochyn dwrg’ (Welsh for ‘bad pig’) and that she hated him – to challenge the sex educator and his wife. The lady and her daughter with whom I was lodging were both clients of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. After I challenged the Mochyn Drwg and his wife, they rang the Arfon Team – who had only months previously forced out of my teaching job (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’). The Arfon team then contacted the aunties of the young woman and told them that a dangerous psychiatric patient had moved into the house with their niece.

Yes, a case conference was held – not because of the Mochyn Drwg’s intentions towards the young woman, but because of the ‘risk’ that I presented to her. I discovered that the ring leader was a particularly poisonous social worker called Julie Evans. I did not know who Julie Evans was, but she managed to tell half of Caernarfon that I was a ‘danger to kids’. Dear old Julie was finally sacked some years later for the serious neglect of clients. So Julie then found herself a job in a GP’s surgery as a counsellor.

At the case conference, the young woman repeated very clearly that she liked me but was frightened of the Mochyn Drwg. The Hergest whistleblower attended the case conference and reminded everyone that there had been  no allegations at all of any wrongdoing on my part. The Arfon Team then told the lady and her daughter that they would not receive any ‘services’ as long as I lived at their house.

The young woman had been the subject of an untoward sexual incident previously. When she had been a patient in the Hergest Unit.

Some months later, the Mochyn Drwg’s wife and daughter appeared in the local paper. There was a grade A row because the Mochyn Drwg’s wife and daughter had accused the ex-husband of the Mochyn Drwg’s wife of molesting his daughter years previously. As a result he had been forced out of his home by vigilante action. His side of the story was that his ex-wife and daughter were unscrupulous and had made false allegations against him as well as other people.

So imagine my surprise when some years later, the Mochyn Drwg’s wife appeared once more in the ‘Daily Post’, this time as headline news. She was telling a tale of a medical miracle which had taken place at Ysbyty Gwynedd. The Mochyn Drwg’s wife had experienced heart failure and had been brought back to life at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Not just once but many, many times. She lay on the floor and a heroic cardiologist put the jump leads on her chest and again and again she was resurrected, Lazarus-like, as she repeatedly died. The whole scene had been witnessed by her daughter, who told the ‘Daily Post’ of the gruesome scene with was accompanied by screams ringing out through the hospital. The cardiologist’s heroics were such that he had even presented the case of the Mochyn Drwg’s wife at a conference in Manchester.

This well-publicised miracle happened at a most convenient time for the cardiology dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd, because they were in a spot of trouble after the death of Professor Duncan Tanner that had occurred there just a few weeks previously. Duncan Tanner was an historian at Bangor University who had undergone heart surgery in Manchester. Duncan survived the surgery undertaken at Manchester that was considered to be risky and had been booked into Ysbyty Gwynedd for an entirely routine, low risk procedure. He died in Ysbyty Gwynedd and no-one was able to explain why. Duncan was 51 yrs old.

Bangor University were pole-axed by Duncan’s death because he was one of the most senior members of staff and was helping to run the place. The senior management of Bangor University didn’t have much luck at the hands of the NHS – Duncan’s colleague, the VC – another historian – had lost his wife not that long before Duncan’s death. The VC’s wife failed to survive treatment for a brain tumour at the Walton Centre in Liverpool. That’s the Walton Centre that was run by the paedophiles’ friends, who managed to successfully treat another member of staff at Bangor University who had a brain tumour at pretty much the same time as the VC’s wife. Who was the member of staff who made a full recovery? She was a lecturer in social work who had previously worked as a social worker in north Wales and was a colleague of the paedophiles. Her husband was also a social worker in north Wales who was a colleague of the paedophiles. They were both good friends of the legendary crooked Councillors of Anglesey County Council.

It is of course possible that the VC’s wife was unlucky and had a tumour with a poor prognosis and that for some inexplicable reason Duncan died as a result of a routine very low risk procedure. But when the NHS is run by those who ran a paedophile ring and had interests in serious organised crime, one cannot believe anything that is said by Top Doctors. One can also see for oneself that the paedophiles’ colleagues and friends have rather better experiences and outcomes at the hands of the NHS than those who have challenged Dafydd and the gang or are closely associated with anyone who has.

So perhaps the Mochyn Drwg and his wife, Ann and Dave, of Waunfawr, Caernarfon, would like to come forward and give us the lowdown on the sex education that Dave had planned for his young neighbour as well as the reason behind that dreadful publicity concerning Ann’s ex-husband and give us some solid clinical evidence to back up that ludicrous story about Ann returning from the dead repeatedly when the cardiologists at Ysbyty Gwynedd were in need of good PR after Duncan died at their hands for no good reason.

Well Dave, were you using Ann Craft’s sex education programme for the vulnerable, as developed by the sex trafficking gang in the 1970s? Or had you updated and adapted it yourself?

 

Ann and Dave were not the only people who were impressed by Ann Craft’s pedagogic skills. After that ground-breaking work with the paedophile gang in north Wales, in 1987 Ann was given a research post at Nottingham University. She was appointed to a lecturing post the following year and in 1996 became a Reader in Learning Disabilities in 1996, conducting work with Caroline Downes on ‘the sexuality needs of people with profound learning disabilities’. Ann died in 1997 – presumably she wasn’t within spitting distance of any Top Docs from Ysbyty Gwynedd who had experience in raising the deceased.

Gwynne the lobotomist died towards the end of 1986. Nottingham University found a home for Ann in 1987 – the year in which Professor Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s Medical School, was released from prison on appeal by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane. Lane likened Brooke’s vast collection of child porn to a collection of cigarette cards. My granny used to collect the cards that used to be given away free in the PG tips boxes – she even went to the trouble of sticking them in the special little books that were provided. I should have suggested that she had a go with child porn.

Oliver Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring.

In Jan 1987 Alison Taylor contacted Margaret Thatcher and told her that she had witnessed abuse of children in care in north Wales – in Nov 1987 Alison was sacked by Gwynedd County Council. By 1987 Mary Wynch had begun legal action against Dafydd, Risley Remand Centre and Clwyd Health Authority after gaining permission to go ahead from Lord Donaldson, the Master of the Rolls  (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). During the early months of 1987, I made representation about the serious criminality of Dafydd et al to the Mental Health Act Commission and to the relevant NHS authorities.

The paedophile ring of which Brooke was a member of in south London had contacts with Dafydd and the gang in north Wales (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

In June 1987, Rhodri Morgan was elected as Labour MP for Cardiff West, George Thomas’s former constituency. Rhodri Morgan’s father was an academic who held very senior posts in Swansea University and the University of Wales. Rhodri’s wife Julie was a social worker.

In 1987 the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal occurred, which provided a very useful distraction to the concerns being raised by Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and me (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’).

In Feb 1988, the year in which Nottingham University raised Ann Craft to the position of lecturer, Alison Taylor wrote to the Health Minister Tony Newton and described a brutal assault that she had witnessed.

During the months of May-June 1988, the allegations which led to the Nottingham Satanic Abuse Scandal began to emerge.

July 1988 saw the publication of the Report written by Lord Elizabeth Butler-Sloss that concealed the Cleveland Scandal. There were links between the gang in the north east of England and Dafydd’s gang in north Wales (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). In 1988 I was working at the University of Surrey for the Cancer Research Campaign and unbeknown to me, my colleagues were busy with Dr Tony Francis’s former colleague Dr Peter Mcguire and also stole my data which was given to Professor Nicola Curtin, at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Medical School who published it under her own name (see posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’).

 

In 1989, Ann Craft, along with Hilary Brown, convened the first national conference on the sexual abuse of adults with learning disabilities. Brown tells us in Ann’s obituary that there was ‘much work to do to ensure that the odds that such abuse would occur was lowered’ and ‘to support and protect people who had been abused’.

In the summer of 1989 Professor Robert Owen, Professor Robert Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry concealed serious criminality on the part of Dafydd, Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services, Gwynedd Health Authority, Clwyd Health Authority and the North Wales Police whilst ‘investigating’ my complaint (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

In June 1989 Yorkshire Television approached Alison Taylor regarding a documentary about the abuse of kids in north Wales and filmed her extensively in Sept 1989.

In 1989 Gwynedd Health Authority tried to obtain a High Court injunction against me preventing me from even writing to them in my attempts to pursue my complaint as well as preventing me from entering any of their premises. They also held a case conference, along with Gwynedd Social Services, without my knowledge, led by a man of whom I had never even heard, which concluded by declaring me to be very dangerous and in need of banging up in a secure hospital (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

 

In 1992 – mid-way through the police investigation into the possibility of a ‘VIP’ paedophile ring in Cheshire and north Wales – Ann Craft established and became the Director of NAPSAC – the National Association for the Protection from Sexual Abuse of Adults and Children with Learning Disabilities. NAPSAC was an organisation within Nottingham University.

Hilary Brown explained that Ann Craft became ‘a regional authority’ on the sexual abuse of adults with learning disabilities. Ann certainly knew a great deal about such matters. She was consulted by the DoH, the Association of Directors of Social Services, ACPO and the All Party Parliamentary Group on Sexual Abuse and Learning Disabilities.

Ann Craft was the first social worker to be admitted to the Royal College of Medicine’s learning disabilities committee in 1993. I bet they loved her, she probably came with a personal recommendation from Dafydd. In 1993 the North Wales Police announced that they had found no evidence of a paedophile ring.

In Oct 1993 Ron Davies was appointed as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales.

 

In 1996, Ann was asked to convene a ‘sexuality group’ for the International Association for the Scientific Study of Intellectual Disability. Of course she was, that was the year in which the Jillings Report was submitted to Clwyd County Council and was immediately completely suppressed on the advice of Cherie and Tony’s mate Michael Beloff QC (see post ‘The Banality of Evil’) and in which William Hague subsequently announced the Waterhouse Inquiry. There was havoc in north Wales.

Practitioners ‘flocked’ to Ann’s workshops – she worked and spoke in Hong Kong, Japan, Belgium, Australia, America, Italy, Iceland and Israel.

NAPSAC was the ‘leading organisation for promoting sexuality and independence and created a new way of thinking for practitioners and organisations around the needs of the people they supported. NAPSAC introduced sex education and safeguarding policies for services across Nottinghamshire and nationally became a champion for the rights of people with learning disabilities’.

In 1997, Pam Cooke was appointed Director of NAPSAC. In 1998 NAPSAC was relaunched as the Ann Craft Trust (ACT) in recognition of ‘the enormous impact of Dr Ann Craft’s work in the field and to reflect the broadening of ACT’s remit to include safeguarding from all types of abuse’.

Pam developed ACT to become ‘nationally renowned as a safeguarding expert and an advocate for equality and the rights of children with disabilities and adults at risk’.

Throughout 1997, the former residents of children’s homes in north Wales were called liars as they told the Waterhouse Inquiry how they had been starved, gang-raped, beaten and injured whilst in care.

In 1997 the mental health services in north Wales went to great lengths to frame me and another patient in order to have us imprisoned (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’).

 

The Ann Craft Trust works ‘to minimise the risk of abuse of disabled children and adults at risk’. It has worked with the Gov’ts Forced Marriage Unit, the Dept of Health and others on forced marriage, child sexual exploitation, domestic abuse, financial abuse and disability hate crime. The ACT ran a whistleblowing project.

 

Deborah Kitson is currently the CEO of ACT. Between 1977-1992, Deborah worked as a social worker with children and adults with learning disabilities, then for Nottinghamshire Social Services and Health Authority as Implementation Officer where she assisted in the production of guidelines and their implementation and revision. Deborah was also a consultant for other agencies developing policies and guidelines on sexuality and the protection of people with learning disabilities.

Deborah was the Co-ordinator of ACT, 1998-2002. So Deborah was in post when the Waterhouse Report was published.

Deborah has continued to facilitate training on a wide range of associated issues and regularly presents at national conferences. She represents the ACT on a number of Gov’t bodies and contributes to the planning and implementation of new national initiatives. She was also a member of the Steering Group of ‘No Secrets’ and is the external representative on a number of Adult Safeguarding Boards.

If there’s going to be No Secrets Deborah, please do tell the full story behind the Nottingham Satanic Panic in which the most extraordinary allegations were made against innocent people by social workers, allegations which were found to be completely baseless.

 

Glanville Owen did a postgrad course at Nottingham University, I think during the 1970s. Glanville was the senior manager employed by Gwynedd Social Services who was responsible for children’s homes whilst the paedophile gang busied themselves in those homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

 

The ghost of Ann Craft and Bryn-y-Neuadd haunted north Wales for years, long after Bryn-y-Neuadd had been re-invented as the administrative HQ for Gwynedd Community Health Trust and a medium secure unit for Dangerous Loonies.

One of the Angels who used to work at Bryn-y-Neuadd alongside Ann who was also member of Cabbages Lib, a man called Brian, became a nurse tutor and when Bangor University began running a nursing degree he metamorphosed into a lecturer in the School of Healthcare Sciences. Years later, I was co-supervising a PhD in that School and one day after going over there for a supervision session, the PhD student told me that after I left the building, Brian walked up to the School’s receptionist, demanded to know what I was doing in there and told her that I was dangerous and ‘attacked people with knives’. The receptionist was not Of The Paedophiles’ Friends and observed to the PhD student that Brian had always been a bit weird, but he must have gone really bonkers now.

By then I really was fed up with members of the paedophile gang who knew nothing about me except that I was the person who had written to Ministers about Dafydd et al thus it was open season, so I made a complaint to the University authorities. The dreadful Brian disappeared from the University a few weeks later without explanation. Sadly his mates remained – Seren Roberts, Gwerfyl Roberts, Louise Ingham, Ruhi Behi etc. A bunch of third rate morons who had all worked alongside a gang of paedophiles and were now reconstructed as academics and given responsibility for training the next generation of Angels.

 

Hilary Brown ended her obituary of Ann Craft by reminiscing about a trip to Australia that they went on and how Ann, ‘an intrepid eater of sea food’ – sat opposite her in when Ann ‘devoured, undeterred, something that looked like an extra from a horror film’. I wonder why the liberator of the oppressed Hilary chose that particular expression?

In 1990, Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the occupational physician at St George’s Hospital Medical School, told me that when she was a medical student she was on placement at a hospital for learning disabled people and she witnessed an Angel ‘feeding a creature pieces of chocolate as the creature smiled and drooled’. Nicky was so repulsed by the ‘drooling creature’ that she related this anecdote after I told her of the criminality that I had witnessed in the mental health services in north Wales to give me an example of how dedicated some Angels were.

Nicky trained as a psychiatrist and she now has a private psychotherapy practice, as does her husband. Nicky enjoys ski-ing and going to the opera! No getting gang-banged in a hell-hole for Nicky, that was just for the cabbages/vegetables/drooling creatures, whilst Ann Craft helped them explore their sexuality and protected them from abusers.

Members of the London elite employed as Top Doctors are not the only people who have problems with drooling creatures. The heiress to the Llanrug Post Office fortune – they had a penismobile parked on the bit of concrete outside their PO to let everyone know how superior to the rest of the village they were – was seriously worried some six years ago when she became pregnant, lest she gave birth to a Mong. I’m not sure exactly what a Mong is, I suspect that it might be similar to a cabbage, a vegetable or a drooling creature, but the reason why the heiress was so concerned was that she feared divine retribution because she had hated Mongs all of her life and admitted that she had been very unpleasant to Mongs. But then the heiress hated a lot of things and indeed people, including her job and all of her colleagues. She was a school teacher, a Head of Dept in a Welsh-medium school near Welshpool.

Keith Fearns – I think that there might be an unsuitable person employed in teaching who seems to have slipped through your net (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’)…

 

The en mass sexual abuse of learning disabled people in north Wales continued after Ann Craft turned her toes up in 1997. My post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’ described Prestwood Homes – company slogan ‘Special Homes For Special People’ – which was a sex trafficking organisation targeting people with learning disabilities and mental health problems. It really is quite simple to avoid scrutiny whilst sexually abusing vulnerable people. All one has to do is bang on about ’empowerment’, ‘special people’, ‘support’ and print a photo on your promotional material of two pairs of hands entwined and splash the phrase ‘Positive About Disabled People’ everywhere and you’re away. Should anybody ever raise any concerns about your activities, you just accuse them of being a paedophile and state that they have mental health problems and there will be an investigation into them not you. Dafydd had this down to a fine art years ago, he led the field and even now on the CAIS website, there is a photo of Dafydd doing his best to look like a nice old gentleman – someone’s given him a the bath and some clean clothes for the purposes of the photo shoot – and caring hands have been laid upon his as he holds his walking stick. You’d never believe that he ran a paedophile gang.

 

Another old devil from yesteryear was Dr John Hamilton, who was appointed Medical Director of Broadmoor in 1983. John Hamilton was in post during the Savile Years and he knew that Savile was sexually abusing patients. But then John Hamilton knew that many of the female patients in particular at Broadmoor were there only because they had accused health and social care staff of abusing them. It was John Hamilton who found space in Broadmoor to accommodate June and Jennifer Gibbons from Pembrokeshire whilst they were still teenagers after they started telling people that they were prostitutes (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). There are no recent references on the internet to Hamilton, I suspect that like a few other leading lights at Broadmoor he disappeared in a puff of smoke when the horrible truth about Savile was made public.

In 1986 Hamilton appeared as an expert witness in a murder case. The circumstances of the murder were open to question and a couple had been accused of carrying it out together, one having allegedly influenced the other. There was little firm evidence, nearly everything hinged on Hamilton’s opinion. I have found a copy of the psychiatric report that Hamilton submitted to the Court. He uses the very same phrases and the very same sentence construction that a number of ‘experts’ used when writing reports about me in the late 80s and early 90s. The experts in question – including Bluglass – were friends and colleagues of Hamilton.

I have mentioned previously that I suspect that Dafydd’s affidavits about me – or at least parts of them – may have been drafted by John Stalker, the Greater Manchester Police officer who had links to north Wales and who was investigated for corruption, because the styles of writing are so unusual yet so similar. Dafydd and Stalker were educated in different countries, to different levels and don’t even speak the same first language, so I wouldn’t expert them to use exactly the same style of writing. Hamilton et al had all been educated in the same tradition by the same people, so I do not think that one of them was necessarily drafting all the ‘expert reports’. I think that they were using a stock set of phrases and terms and indeed diagnoses in whatever way suited them. Meaningful assessments of patients’ conditions did not come into it. They spouted the same old drivel no matter whom they were writing about, whether it was Dennis Nilsen, a lesser fiend, or me. Which would explain how people whom I did not even know existed ‘assessed’ me and offered to provide reports for courts – even when I wasn’t facing charges (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’). There were only a small number of forensic psychiatrists providing such reports, they all knew each other and they were all concealing serious organised crime in the health and welfare services, including that of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

 

My post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services in the 1980s’ mentioned the sorry state of the UK’s mental health services at that time and some of the very unsuitable people employed at the top of the system. Edwina Currie, Ken Clarke and Trumpers were employed as Health Ministers and Savile and his mate Alan Franey were running Broadmoor – and Ashworth and Rampton were run by almost equally unsuitable people. The Under-Secretary responsible for Mental Health in 1987 was Brian McGinnis, who was later banned from working with children and vulnerable people.

There was another person of interest as well – Cliff Graham, the Under-Secretary responsible for Mental Health who succeeded Brian McGinnis.

Clifford Graham died in 1994 and his obituary explained that he was ‘one of the people who made things happen in the NHS’. Graham worked with Sir Roy Griffiths and introduced ‘general management’ in the NHS; he collaborated with the Louis Blom-Cooper QC in ‘tackling problems in mental health’ and he was Chairman of Newpin, ‘an organisation concerned with disadvantage and abuse in the family’. Graham epitomised ‘imaginative management’ and ‘would not be distracted’ from pursuing action on policies that he thought to be right. Graham was said to take ‘pleasure in exploring unconventional pathways to a proper end’.

Blom-Cooper pretended to be deeply shocked at the state of special hospitals when the scandals became so big that they could no longer be denied. Blom-Cooper was part of the problem – he was Chairman of the Mental Health Act Commission whilst the MHAC colluded and concealed the serious criminality (see post ‘Security, Security’). It was whilst Blom-Cooper Chaired the MHAC that Graham worked with him – Graham will have known that Blom-Cooper was concealing organised sexual abuse, the framing of innocent people and the murders of witnesses.

Presumably Clifford’s ‘imaginative management’ and ‘unconventional pathways’ from which he would not be distracted, included giving white collar gangsters running international sex trafficking rings complete domain over the mental health services. Clifford Graham could not have done that by accident, Dafydd and Savile could not have been passed off as even remotely suitable people for their jobs.

Cliff Graham met Jimmy Savile and it was Graham who established the Special Health Authority for secure hospitals – an organisation that was the root of such serious problems that it was abolished in 1996.

Cliff Graham grew up in Liverpool and qualified as a barrister in 1969 through qualifications gained at night school . He began his career in the civil service as a Clerical Officer in the Admiralty, 1954-59. Others who were involved with the concealing of the criminality of Dafydd et al including Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and Jim Callaghan passed through the Admiralty.

Cliff Graham joined the Ministry of Health in 1965 and remained in that Ministry for the rest of his civil service career, spending many years during the 1970s and 80s at very senior levels. Graham will have known about Dafydd and Gwynne for years before he became Under-Secretary. In the early 80s Cliff Graham worked with Sir Roy Griffiths on the NHS Management Inquiry. Graham was promoted to Under-Secretary in 1983 to see through the introduction of general management in the NHS.

Graham worked with Lord Derek Rayner, the Chairman and Chief Exec of Marks and Spencer. Rayner worked with Ted Heath’s Gov’t on MoD procurement and then advised Thatch’s administrations. Rayner died in 1997, ‘a bachelor who left no survivors’. Marks and Spencer seems to have done rather more than flogging not very exciting clothes. It was M&S who footed the bill for the purchase of a grandiose building to house the newly created Royal College of Psychiatrists, when it didn’t have two pennies to rub together and was a laughing stock among other medical specialities (see post The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). Why was M&S so keen to support people who concealed organised sexual abuse?

Cliff Graham then spent a sabbatical year at the LSE working with Brian Abel-Smith. Abel-Smith was an economist and political advisor who was massively influential in shaping health and social welfare policies post-WW II.

Abel-Smith was a Spad to a number of Labour Gov’t Ministers – Richard Crossman, Barbara Castle and David Ennals, all of whom concealed the abuse and deaths of vulnerable people at the hands of the NHS and welfare services. Abel-Smith set up the Black Inquiry into Health Inequalities. He steered the development of health services in over 50 countries and advised the WHO and the EEC.

Abel-Smith graduated from Clare College, Cambridge – he was a member of the Cambridge Union and the University Labour Club. His doctoral research in the early 50s was on the cost of the NHS and concluded that the NHS was very good value for money and needed further investment. He spent the rest of his career at the LSE. Abel-Smith worked with the sociologist Peter Townsend – who had connections to the paedophiles’ friends but the relevant info has magically disappeared from the internet recently. Abel-Smith and Townsend’s 1965 book ‘The Poor and the Poorest’ was used to launch the Child Poverty Action Group, with which Abel-Smith remained closely associated for the rest of his life.

During the 1960s, Abel-Smith was a Governor of several regional NHS Boards and London hospital management committees, including St Thomas’s. Tommy’s does not serve and is certainly not staffed by the poor and the poorest. It is the Tommy’s contingent who are most likely to have Harley Street practices and furthermore some of Dafydd’s mates worked there. But then man of the people Abel-Smith was from an aristocratic family and distantly related to HM the Queen – a lot of people from that sort of background seem to believe that Tommy’s Serves The Poor.

By the 1990s, Abel-Smith had moved away from his commitment to state-funded services and was promoting the idea of user charges.

Abel-Smith was offered a safe Labour seat in 1957 but rejected the idea of becoming an MP because he feared that his homosexuality would become public and cause his family embarrassment. However he did take a leading role in the Fabian Society for over 30 years.

Abel-Smith helped set up the inquiry into the Ely Hospital Scandal in 1969. Abel-Smith and the comrades must have known how dreadful the abuse and neglect was in institutions like Ely Hospital – furthermore, in the defence of the horrors presiding at Ely, it was pointed out that other places such as the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh were much worse…

Whilst Abel-Smith was working for Barbara Castle in the early 1970s, Castle also appointed Jack Straw as an advisor, commenting that she had appointed Straw for his ‘low cunning’. In 1978, frustrated by the war between the Top Doctors and the Gov’t, Abel-Smith accepted a post advising Peter Shore MP on housing and urban planning issues.

After Labour were defeated at the 1979 General Election, Abel-Smith advised a number of health policy think tanks such as the King’s Fund and the Nuffield Trust to advise on reforming British healthcare. Abel-Smith also served on CAB advice committees. Lucille Hughes and other paedophiles’ friends were involved with the management of the CAB.

So Abel-Smith knew for years that the good value NHS was the most fantastic pig trough for the consultants of the London hospitals who picked up a substantial NHS salary whilst moonlighting at Harley Street and he also knew that kids in care and people with disabilities both mental and physical were being abused and were dying of total neglect and that this was concealed by successive Gov’ts. He then got so sick of the excellent value Top Docs who never stopped demanding more – even after Abel-Smith had so helpfully written so much arguing that they should be given more dosh – that he was up and off to work for paedophiles’ friend Peter Shore, who was MP for a constituency in which disadvantaged kids were being sent en mass to children’s homes in north Wales (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’). Abel-Smith will have known about that, because he was involved with housing and planning.

Abel-Smith worked for the International Labour Organisation and the World Bank. Between 1959-61, along with Richard Titmuss, Abel-Smith advised the Gov’t of Mauritius on ‘a family planning programme’. I haven’t had time to research this, but if I know anything about ‘family planning programmes’ for British colonies at the time, it could well have involved things that people would prefer to forget about – such as forced sterilisation of the natives…

In 1976 Abel-Smith advised the EEC with regard to the cost of pharmaceuticals in particular. In the 1980s, Abel-Smith advised WHO (World Health Organisation).

Abel-Smith’s partner John Sarbutt was an actor and landscape gardener. They lived between their homes in London and Kent and founded an upmarket menswear business together which went international. Abel-Smith and Sarbutt made regular trips to Italy to buy the latest styles. Customers included The Rolling Stones, Joan Collins and Warren Beatty.

Abel-Smith died in 1996 of carcinoma of the pancreas, which suggests that he might have been a heavy drinker.

Like so many of the post-WW II socialists who sculpted the NHS and welfare services, Abel-Smith knew how dreadful the parts of the system dealing with the most vulnerable were and ignored it. He wasn’t going to end up in Dafydd’s dungeon himself, he was instead flogging expensive clothes to the stars whom Dafydd’s network were cultivating and to whom they were supplying young people for sex.

 

 

A ‘chance encounter’ led to Clifford Graham becoming a Trustee and then Chairman of Newpin, ‘an organisation concerned with disadvantage and abuse in the family’, which began in south London and spread across Britain. Newpin seems to have been established in the early 90s – the original Newpin  underwent a merger with the Family Welfare Association and was then declared insolvent, although its descendant, the Newpin Family Centre, still exists. The Newpin Family Centre is supported by Marylebone Rotary Club, BBC Children in Need, the Abel Charitable Trust, the City of Westminster and the John Lyon’s Charity.

Cliff Graham was Director of the Institute for Health at King’s College, 1990-94.

Graham undertook several commissions on a wide variety of topics such as health services in Jordan, managed care in the United States and initiatives on alternative medicines and therapies.

Clifford Graham lived near Shepton Mallet in Somerset. Prof Robert Owen – who did such a valiant job concealing serious crime in north Wales and Liverpool for so many years (see post ‘In Memoriam -Professor Robert Owen’) – had a daughter who lived at Shapwick, a village on the Somerset levels not a million miles away from Shepton Mallet.

I’d like to know who it was who made the decision to appoint Cliff Graham as the highest ranking mandarin in the Division of Mental Health replacing the very questionable Brian McGinnis- as with the appointment of Bing Spear to the role of Chief Inspector of the Home Office Drugs Branch (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’), whoever did so did it with the knowledge that Clifford Graham was a deeply corrupt man who systematically ensured that the mental health services were run by and for sex traffickers.

Many of my appearances in the High Court as a result of the perjury on the parts of the Top Docs and staff of Gwynedd Social Services occurred on the watch of Cliff Graham.

 

 

In my post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’ I described how in 2002 Gwynedd Social Services flatly refused to investigate a complaint against Keith Fearns, a social worker who broke confidentiality, lied and threatened my former employer in order to force me out of my job. The Director of Gwynedd Social Services at the time was Non Williams – full name Eleri Non Williams – whose own husband Martin Davidson had been appointed as Director of Mental Health for Gwynedd Social Services and received a handsome pay rise negotiated by Non. I discussed in the same post how very inappropriate people who were paedophiles’ friends were running and staffing Rape Crisis in north Wales.

I have discovered that one Eleri Non Williams, Director of Gwynedd Social Services, was a Director of the Rape and Sexual Abuse Support Centre for North Wales. Another Director of the Rape and Sexual Abuse Centre was Jody Mardula. Jody Mardula is a Mindfulness practitioner who works at the Centre for Mindfulness Research and Practice at Bangor University. The whole Mindfulness bandwagon was established by Professor Mark Williams after he conducted a research fraud with the paedophile gang and their associates in the late 1980s when he was working as a clinical psychologist in north Wales, alongside Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

Yesterday BBC News Wales ran a feature on how school children in Wales were benefiting from practising Mindfulness. A teacher stated that it helps them connect. Connect with what was not made clear – a research fraud perpetrated by the associates of a paedophile gang one presumes.

With Rape Crisis and health and social care generally in north Wales, I noticed that the best people were systematically forced out of the field by the paedophiles’ friends and that this happened with Mindfulness as well. No-one in north Wales witnessed the miracles as a result of Mindfulness that Mark Williams published, but I did know a very small number of people who found it helpful and all three of these people embraced it to such an extent that they developed a very deep interest in Buddhism.

Only one of these people was a mental health patient – he would have been an excellent advert for Mindfulness and he would have made a very good facilitator for the numerous sessions that were being run across north Wales. One day I asked him if he’d ever thought of going to work with the Mindfulness Centre in Bangor. It transpired that he had approached them a number of times but had been very firmly told that there was no possibility of him working with them. He observed that one had to be part of Mark Williams’s clique to get work there. I knew that the Centre had a reputation as somewhere which was crawling with paedophiles’ friends who had landed their jobs as a result of cronyism, but then it occurred to me why this man was never going to be allowed across the threshold. He wasn’t a whistleblower, but he had witnessed far, far too much. He had been shockingly neglected by the GPs surgery in Llanberis and the ‘medication’ prescribed for his depression had sent him psychotic. He was left to rot and find his own way back to the land of the compos mentis. But far more damning was that he was a very good mate of someone who knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles, who had been unlawfully imprisoned after complaining about the Hergest Unit and who had experienced one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’. There was no way that Mark Williams’s empire were going to give someone who had that much crap on Williams’s colleagues a job.

 

Non Williams had another sideline as well as Rape and Sexual Abuse Support. Non was also a Director for the British Association for Adoption and Fostering. So Non will be able to shed light on the supply of Chinese babies to Anglesey around the millennium. Healthy Chinese babies as well, available for adoption via Anglesey County Council. It was really great, people didn’t have to wait long for a Chinese baby, it was a remarkably speedy process and all sorts of people were able to get one. It was an expensive process, but if you had the dosh I was told that the lady from Anglesey County Council was most helpful – a lady called Jean, she told people that rules were there to get around. She certainly did get around the rules, it was incredible.

If Non can explain how the crooks and incompetents running Anglesey County Council – who could not run even the most basic of ‘services’ for the local people and one of whom was imprisoned – managed to negotiate a supply of Chinese babies for adoption with very few questions asked I’d like to hear about it. Non will definitely know about the Chinese babies, because Non lived in Menai Bridge and one of her neighbours got a Chinese baby. In 2000 to be precise Non, I heard all about it and met the baby.

Perhaps Ieuan Wyn Jones knew something about the Chinese babies, Ieuan was both the AM and MP for Ynys Mon when the babies were arriving. Ieuan is a lawyer so I am sure that he would have raised concerns if those Chinese babies were being procured by a process that was in any way questionable.

 

The good burghers of Menai Bridge certainly know where the action is. One of them definitely knew that there was organised sexual abuse on Anglesey in the late 1980s because they told me. They named a pupil at Ysgol David Hughes whom they stated was known to be ‘completely barmy’ and told me that for years she had been abused by a male family member and passed around to older men in the area for sex. Not that this person was that concerned, they didn’t like the family and warned everyone not to have anything to do with the Nutter. The person who told me this was a close relative of a local star from Menai Bridge, Dr Melanie Abas. Melanie went to Ysgol David Hughes herself, then to Birmingham University where she qualified as a Top Doctor. Melanie has completed a Masters degree at London University in Depression, a Masters degree in Epidemiology at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine and a Doctorate in Psychiatric Epidemiology at the University of Auckland. Melanie is currently employed as a consultant psychiatrist at the South London and Maudsley NHS Foundation Trust and also holds the position of Reader in Global Mental Health at King’s College, London. Melanie is involved in teaching Johnny Foreigner in developing countries how to run their mental health services. According to her Linked In profile, the causes that Melanie cares about are ‘education, health and poverty alleviation’.

I know for a fact that Melanie knows a great deal about Dafydd.

Melanie, as one who is concerned with global health and poverty alleviation, why did you and those close to you drip with contempt for the victims of the paedophile gang? You have been waving your Top Doctor credentials about for a very long time now and you were already working as a psychiatrist when the Waterhouse Report was published. You have not said a word concerning your knowledge of Dafydd. Or did you use your knowledge of Dafydd – an alumnus of the institution which employs you – to gain your current position?

Melanie married another Top Doctor, like herself a psychiatrist – Dr Jeremy Broadhead. Jeremy also trained and worked at the Maudsley. He now works in south east London and Kent and works closely with the Priory Hospital at Hayes Grove near Bromley. Jeremy has held the post as Director of the Priory Group. He has worked in ‘centres of excellence’ in London, Baltimore and Auckland. What with marrying Melanie, I am sure that he found out about Dafydd as well.

Melanie’s dad Jan knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles too. Jan Abas was an academic at Bangor University whilst Gwynne the lobotomist and Dr DGE Wood were facilitating the sex trafficking gang via the Student Health Centre. Not that Jan was Of Them – Jan Abas really loathed Top Doctors and was bitterly disappointed when Melanie applied to do medicine as opposed to another science. The Top Docs hated Jan Abas in return – DGE Wood was rude about him on the grounds that Jan Abas was having affairs with his students. Whereas Wood was assisting a paedophile gang.

 

The Top Doctors and their associates are becoming increasingly desperate. Yesterday, Lords Darzi and Prior – the news reports stressed their peerages and of course Darzi’s status as an ’eminent surgeon’ – told the world that the NHS needed £50 billion more by 2030 to avoid disaster.
Darzi is a Top Doctor who in 2006 advised New Labour on the plan for London’s healthcare for the next five to ten years. It was Darzi who dreamt up the idea of polyclinics – they haven’t been very successful have they Lord Darzi? Gordon gave Darzi a peerage and Darzi was also given a job as a Minister. Darzi wielded massive influence over health policy for quite some time. ‘The Guardian’ loved him and stressed that unlike his predecessors, he was not ‘waging war on medics’. No, Darzi is Of The Top Doctors and he has now done what the Top Docs always do when their ideas don’t work – he had demanded a great deal of money and has blamed NHS failure on those sodding patients who do insist on getting ill.
Why anyone is surprised that the NHS is now so obviously falling apart after Lord Darzi ‘improved morale’ and ‘public standing’ I do not know. Just look at Lord Darzi’s previous. In 1991 he was appointed as a consultant to the Central Middlesex Hospital. That hospital serves Brent and knew about the lethal social services on their patch which resulted in the death of Jasmine Beckford (see post ‘Mary Turner – An Appreciation’). Darzi moved to St Mary’s Hospital Paddington in 1994 – two years after that institution had participated in the lies and elaborate deception surrounding the circumstances of Sally Mugabe’s death (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). In 1996 Darzi became Professor of Surgery at Imperial College and the Institute of Cancer Research and he is an honorary consultant at the Royal Marsden. He is a colleague of those who were involved in the serious research frauds described in previous posts, including ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ and ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).
Surgeons are very good at knowing about very serious shit, doing nothing about it and then allowing themselves to be wheeled out as the heroic face of the NHS, the cream of the profession, to reassure the public that all is basically well in a way that would not be half so convincing if Dafydd were to be adopted as the public face of the medical establishment.
Darzi is best known among lay people for his work on surgical robots. His work in that field may well be of the highest quality and if you’ve had a successful operation done by a robot, understandably you’ll be very grateful to Lord Darzi. However Lord Darzi has done bugger all for the many more thousands of people who have been neglected and mistreated by the NHS because they are elderly, learning disabled, children from disadvantaged backgrounds, people with mental health problems or simply have developed health problems because they are very poor. Lord Darzi likes machines which go ping and that is why he wants £50 billion. Meanwhile elderly or disabled people are denied home carers to help them get to the bog in the morning because that is too expensive.
Lord Darzi has gone global but I notice that his advice is sought by the oil rich Middle Eastern states rather than the people living in the Solomon Islands. I have a friend who spent a while working in the Solomon Islands improving welfare. He is someone who works on the ecology/social science interface and comes a lot cheaper than Lord Darzi. His work didn’t go tits up a few years later and he doesn’t want another £50 billion.
Lord Darzi’s partner in crime demanding £50 billion is Lord David Prior. David Prior went to school at Charterhouse and then read law at Pembroke College, Cambridge. He was Chairman of the Cambridge University Conservative Association and was an officer of Cambridge University Students’ Union.
Prior qualified as a barrister in 1976, but immediately moved into investment banking. From 1977–80, he worked for the investment banks Lehman Brothers – now where do I remember that name from?? – and Lazard Freres in New York. Prior was seconded to the British Steel Corporation to work with Thatcher’s henchman Sir Ian MacGregor. The one who, along with his wife, stated that the striking miners who had lost everything were ‘paying the price for insubordination’.
Pass the truffles and lobster darling, I could do with a fifth course. More champagne Lord Darzi? Meanwhile down in Methyr Tydfil they just will not eat their five a day…
Prior was appointed MD of British Steel Service Centres Ltd and later Commercial Director of British Steel, establishing joint ventures in China, Turkey, Europe and North America. After British Steel, Prior managed a number of private steel and manufacturing businesses.
Isn’t the British steel industry now completely buggered??? I’m sure that I remember hearing about a crisis at Port Talbot not so long ago and a problem caused by China dumping subsidised steel onto the UK market. Three weeks later Lilibet welcomed a man from China who implemented that particular policy to a banquet at Buck House. Chinese dissidents who dared protest were carefully hidden from his view. Then George Osborne begged him to run the UK’s nuclear power industry.
David Prior was elected as the Tory MP for North Norfolk in 1997 and became Chief Exec of the Tory Party, Deputy Chairman and then in 2001, acting Chairman.
So that covers the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry and publication of the Report.
In 2001 the Lib Dem Norman Lamb succeeded Prior’s seat. Prior soon found himself a new toy to play with – in 2002 he became Chairman of Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital NHS Trust. In Nov 2006 Prior resigned as Chairman. Days later Prior was arrested, as well as others, by Norfolk Constabulary who were investigating allegations of financial irregularities at Cawston Park Hospital (previously known as Cawston College), a private psychiatric hospital in Cawston, Norfolk, where Prior was non-executive Chairman.
Prior was cleared of involvement in the alleged fraud in Feb 2007 and subsequently reappointed as Chairman of the Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital NHS Trust. In 2009, Prior was invited to be Chairman of Ormiston Victory Academy in Norwich. He founded and Chairs two free schools, the Jane Austen College and Sir Isaac Newton Free School. Prior is also the Chairman of Norwich Primary Academy. In 2012, he became a Trustee of the Inspiration Trust. From 2005-2009 Prior was Chairman of Friends of Families House.
In recent years, a number of private hospitals for the learning disabled and people with mental health problems have sprung up in the Norfolk region. There has been a number of scandals with allegations of abuse. People have been placed in these establishments against the wishes of them and their families on the advice of Top Docs and social workers. Some of those being transported had no understanding of where they were going. At least two people from north Wales suffered this fate, one of them being a man with learning disabilities from Anglesey who had lived in north Wales for all of his life and who had difficulty understanding English. The decision was challenged in Court in London by a lawyer known to me who is one of those who has challenged the paedophiles’ friends. The placement was recommended by the appalling Top Doc Marie Savage, formerly of the Hergest Unit. Marie has a long track record of insulting patients, swearing at them and has been the subject of numerous complaints. The judge gave the lawyer a bollocking for challenging the decision of a caring Top Doc who only had the best interests of her patient at heart.
Some years ago I was told that a number of people were concerned about the welfare of Marie Savage’s children but being Marie Savage, no-one was daring to raise concerns through any official channels. As someone who was buying sandwiches in Tesco one lunchtime who found Marie Savage at my shoulder snarling down my ear ‘if you do anything to me I’ll call the police’, only to then watch Marie running out of the store cackling, I can testify that Marie is not a rational being. My lawyer did subsequently write to Marie and the NW Wales NHS Trust to request an explanation re Marie’s unfathomable conduct but she never received a reply.
I later met someone who’s young adult mentally ill son had been placed in a private psychiatric hospital in England – owned by the Cambian Group – against the wishes of him and his family on the advice of Marie Savage. He ‘absconded’ and was returned  to the hospital by the police. He told his mum that he ran away because he had been assaulted by the staff. His mum had been a patient in the North Wales Hospital many years previously and Marie’s reason for ignoring her concerns about her son’s welfare was recorded in the young man’s medical records – ‘mother schizophrenic’.
What no-one at the time knew was that when my medical records were finally handed over to me after a High Court order was served on the NW Wales NHS Trust, there were other people’s records muddled up with mine. Including the records of that young man’s mum. She had made a complaint of assault against an Angel years previously when she had been a patient at Denbigh. Documents in my possession demonstrate that the complaint was never investigated – intentionally.
A case of the sins of the mother perhaps Marie?
The bill for the places in private hospitals such as those owned by Cambian are footed by the NHS and/or social services. The places are usually priced at well over £1000/week as a result of the ‘needs’ of the poor sods incarcerated within, who would much rather be living with or near their families and friends. The companies owning such establishments are often venture capitalists or US healthcare companies. One such company is Cygnet Healthcare. Their Medical Director is one Dr Robert Francis Kehoe. Kehoe was one of those who lied about me – and Brown –  in an ‘expert witness’ report (see post ‘An Expert In Resistant Service Users’).
Perhaps Lord Prior, the barrister turned investment banker who is now an expert on healthcare, might know why so many of these shadowy institutions have sprung up in his part of the world.

On 28 Jan 2013 David Prior was appointed as Chairman of the CQC. In April 2014 he had a hip replacement operation paid for by private insurance but was treated in a public ward at the Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital NHS Trust.

In March 2015 Prior told a conference that ‘the role of the market is hugely limited in health and social care, in part because many of the people who need care the most – as many homeless people are – are often unheard; they have no power. The market requires people with power, people who can choose [in order to bring improvement]. In healthcare that’s not the case.’

Robert Kehoe’s employers Cygnet specialise in hospitals for ‘resistant service users’. They award a prize for the ‘service user of the year’.

On 14 May 2015 David Prior was appointed a junior Health Minister by Cameron. Prior bagged his peerage in May 2015.

On 21 Dec 2016, Prior was appointed as a junior Minister at the Dept for Business, Energy and Industrial Strategy and he is also currently Chairman of UCH, a place of nepotism and questionable research, as previously featured on this blog.

 

David Prior inherited the tendency to become a Tory peer, from his dad Lord Jim Prior. Jim Prior was the Tory MP for Lowestoft, then Waveney, in Suffolk, 1959-87. He was PPS to Ted Heath whilst Heath was Leader of the Opposition, then Minister for MAFF in Ted Heath’s Govt, 1970-72. Prior was then Leader of the Commons until Heath lost the General Election in 1974. When Thatch was elected, Prior was appointed Secretary of State for Employment, a position he retained until 1981. As unemployment rocketed and industry collapsed, Gentleman Jim wobbled dangerously and ended up being mocked as a wet. (Dr DGE Wood described a suicidal student as being ‘wet’. She was wet and I was dangerous, there’s no pleasing some people.) As a booby prize, Thatch gave Jim Prior N Ireland to play with and he remained as Secretary of State for N Ireland until 1984. He never returned to Gov’t and was seen as a critic of Thatch. But Gentleman Jim never told anyone what was going on at Kinora Boys’ Home and he certainly never blew the whistle on Sir Peter Morrison or Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Not that Jim twiddled his thumbs after he left Gov’t. Within days he became Chairman of GEC and ‘whilst travelling the world for GEC’, just happened to accept a number of positions on the Boards of Allders, East Anglian Radio, Barclays International, Barclays Bank, United Biscuits and J Sainsbury. Prior also served on the Boards of various educational, industrial and charitable organisations. Now I wonder which they would have been.

Whilst writing this blog and coming across so many CVs like Jim’s I was initially struck by how little meaningful contribution such folk could possibly have made when they sat on so many Boards. They cannot have had the time to actually do any work in those roles, it had to be a matter of cash for access. I’m also wondering how the hell they spent all the dosh that they were raking in. Even if they were greedy materialistic gits, surely there was a limit as to how much they and their nearest and dearest could actually spend, even when Sunday closing came to an end and it was 24 hour shopping all week long.

In 1986 Prior collaborated with John Cassels and Pauline Perry to creat the Council for Industry and Higher Education, which in 2013 became the National Centre for Universities and Business. (Note that the word ‘education’ is being erased from the titles of organisations that have doings with universities.)

Jim Prior was Chairman and Vice-President of the Rural Housing Trust.

Like David, Jim Prior went to Charterhouse and Pembroke College,  so that’s an inherited trait in the Prior family as well. Presumably, Lord David Prior is also carrying the dominant allele for concealing organised child abuse. He can’t help it poor bugger, it’s in his genes. However, I do think that future generations of Priors ought to be offered genetic counselling so that they fully understand the implications of this trait that will affect their children. Perhaps Lord Darzi could campaign to make the funding available for the screening.

After David Prior was arrested as part of that fraud investigation at Cawston Park Hospital, he spoke about the trauma of being wrongly arrested. We knew all about that in north Wales thanks to your dad David. Your dad who kept quiet about the murderous network of gangsters running a paedophile ring – who enjoyed Gov’t backing – which stretched between N Ireland, north Wales and involved the North Wales Police, the  Greater Manchester Police and other corrupt Top Cops (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’).

The media continue to give the general population positively dangerous advice after having sent everyone into a blue funk re the danger posed by paedophiles. I was in the opticians yesterday and they had a TV for the customers to watch whilst they were waiting so I watched a bit of Victoria Derbyshire.
Victoria was presenting a show on the problems of children who sexually abuse other children. Some examples given were serious, such as the nine year old boy who was attempting to persuade younger boys to let him have anal sex with them. Nine year olds don’t usually think of doing this spontaneously, it is highly likely that someone had shown that boy how to do this, so yes that is a matter for serious concern. However as ever, examples of the sort of curious play that young children do indulge in was conflated with problematic behaviour. One woman sent a message to Victoria telling her that a seven year old girl ‘touched’ her own daughter whilst they were lying in the sun. Victoria recommended speaking to a social worker. No Victoria, that is the worst possible option. Seven year olds do indeed ‘touch’ each other, it’s been happening for generations and is known as child development. It is social workers who have been colluding with organised abuse not seven year old girls. There was much talk of something called the pants rule. What can this possibly be – not to remove one’s underwear unless asked by a Top Doc or social worker probably.
I used to read a comic called ‘Bunty’ because it was full of stories about girls in boarding schools having adventures and doubling up as detectives which appealed to me. ‘Bunty’ took girls’ safety seriously and at the top of the pages there were slogans printed, one of which was ‘remember girls – never get into a car with a stranger’. I’m sure that ‘Bunty’ meant well, but they’d have been better off warning the girls about people employed as Top Doctors who did nothing but try to talk to former ‘Bunty’ readers about sex. ‘Remember girls – Dafydd and co are running a sex trafficking ring, the security services and just about everybody else knows about it but no-one is stopping him or indeed warning those being targeted’.
Some years ago one of the lecturers at Bangor University went on a ski-ing holiday during which he fell over and injured himself frequently. He quipped that if a social worker saw his bottom they’d take him into care. I reminded him that we were in north Wales, if his bottom had sustained injuries it will have been a social worker who was responsible.
This blog must have really angered a few people because ‘The Guardian’ is reporting yet more discoveries which will lead to cures for depression and cancer. I didn’t bother to read the articles because reports like this cannot be believed and there are several of them appearing on a daily basis at present, but I expect that the miracles have been performed at UCH or Imperial, that’s usually where it all happens. UCH/UCL and Imperial mop up such a large proportion of the UK’s research budget that they need to keep telling people that they’ve found a cure for something and it’ll be in the clinic within three years. Furthermore, Sarah-Jane Blakemore works at UCL and her dad is Colin Blakemore who is the former head of the MRC which won’t be doing Sarah-Jane and her colleagues any harm. Imperial was and is heaving with well-connected folk including Lord Robert Winston, so they can’t be seen to be slacking either.
A Top Doctor has accused the Home Office of blocking the visa applications of Indian doctors who could contribute so much to the UK NHS. Yes, some of them do and to be honest they face such a high degree of institutionalised racism from the medical establishment that I’m staggered that they continue to apply for jobs in UK hospitals. However the current havoc in the NHS cannot be explained entirely by the lack of Indian doctors or indeed the other reason that I saw given the other day – good old Brexit and its deleterious effect on job applications from Angels in Europe.
Havoc continues at Alder Hey re baby Alfie and such is the aggro that staff have now been advised to remove their ID badges when off hospital premises so people do not know that they work at that hospital. Jan Moir’s column in the ‘Mail Online’ is spitting blood at people who are challenging the notion that Top Docs and Angels ever do anything other than act in their patients’ best interests. I’ve got news for you Jan and I’ve spent many more years in medical schools, hospitals and healthcare settings than anyone who writes for the ‘Daily Mail’, except of course for Dr Max the Mind Doctor – but Dr Max does not always tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth; Dr Max is quite selective when imparting his insider’s knowledge.
The fuckwittery surrounding the forthcoming nightmare of the succession to Carwyn Jones as Wales’s FM continues. The Baroness of Ely aka Eluned Morgan has stated that in the interests of diversity there needs to be a woman candidate. Who should that woman be? The Baroness of course. In the interests of the future of Wales, there really needs to be a candidate who is not a paedophiles’ friend and at present there is not.
There was of course one high profile politician who did make much of how, by dint of being female and being in possession of feminine skills like knowing the price of butter, she could do a better job than those in possession of testicles – it was a woman called Margaret Thatcher. Thatch wrecked Wales and it has not recovered. One area of Wales did do very well as a result of Thatch however – Cardiff Bay. Cardiff Bay resulted from the redevelopment of the old docklands and involved the transfer of many millions of pounds of taxpayers money into the pockets of the developers who were already rich men. The details of the scams and rigged contracts that were essential to the development of Cardiff Bay can be read in my post ‘Corruption Bay Special’.
One of the central figures involved was Nicholas Edwards, the Secretary of State for Wales who implemented the scheme in his capacity as a Cabinet Minister, then resigned and joined the Board of one of the companies who picked up the contracts – Edwards made a fortune and ended up in the Lords (see post ‘Old Nick Bites The Dust’). Eluned probably sat next to him slumbering on the benches or dined on the table opposite him in the subsidised restaurant in the Upper House.
The Councillors of South Glamorgan County Council were party to Old Nick’s scam and had they not colluded with it, it would not have happened. The Labour leader of that Council was a man called the Rev Bob Morgan. He was the Baroness’s dad. The Rev Bob and his family fared rather better than most of Wales did during the long years of Tory rule. The Baroness went to one of Wales’s most elite public schools, Atlantic College – a reader of this blog told me that the Baroness received a South Glamorgan County Council scholarship to Atlantic College. Thus the young Baroness was bussed out of Ely, where the Rev Bob was a clergyman. In Sept 1991 the residents of Ely were so pissed off that they held a riot. The Baroness’s dad gave them a bollocking for ‘shitting on their own doorsteps’. They weren’t escaping to Atlantic College and the House of Lords like the Rev Bob’s daughter, so perhaps they took a different world view.
The Rev Bob was a leading light in the south Wales Labour Party and the Baroness inherited that tendency – the Baroness joined the Labour Party shortly after she was out of nappies and blow me if she wasn’t a leading light and then an MEP before most of Wales had noticed what was happening. Then she became a Baroness, although HOW, no-one could quite fathom.
What worries me about the Baroness becoming Wales’s FM is her lack of brain and lack of honesty. I encountered the Baroness at a conference some years ago where she told everyone how successful Tony Blair’s widening participation policy was. I had written a PhD and co-authored a book on why the policy wasn’t working and everyone working in universities knew that ‘widening participation’ was unravelling. I challenged the Baroness had told her that the policy wasn’t working as Blair expected and was having a seriously deleterious effect on HE. The Baroness looked straight past me and repeated that the policy was a success. It has now been admitted – even by Lord Adonis who was substantially responsible for it – that the policy has backfired and many unexpected problems have resulted.
The Baroness then talked to the audience about the knowledge economy that would soon be bringing highly paid jobs to Wales and would need lots of young people with degrees in IT. I laughed out loud and the Baroness glared at me and continued to talk about the knowledge economy.
That conference was held about eight years ago. If the Baroness knows where in Wales the knowledge economy is hiding, perhaps she could let me know. Because what I saw in urban areas were jobs in coffee shops and nail bars and in rural Wales jobs as care assistants, support workers and cleaners/caterers during the summer months. £9/hour if you’re lucky and if you do have an IT degree, it will be ignored because it doesn’t have any relevance to those jobs.
Now if the Baroness is either too stupid or too arrogant to speak honestly to an audience of academics about HE and the knowledge economy, somehow I don’t think that the Baroness is going to be very effective at dealing with Wales’s rapidly collapsing NHS or indeed resurrecting the mental health and social services which are now well and truly broken. The Baroness is married to a GP so her silence regarding the NHS in Wales is puzzling. If you become FM Baroness, the Rev Bob’s ability to buy you a better quality of life via a scholarship or fast track you into the higher echelons of the Labour Party won’t be any help. As FM, the problems are yours to sort out and you won’t be able to do it and as your husband’s colleagues have added to the NHS’s problems by their demands for higher and higher salaries, you won’t be pointed in the right direction by them either.
Is your husband a member of the BMA Eluned? I bet that he is. The BMA were central to concealing the criminality involved in the paedophile gang in north Wales.
The Baroness’s dad knew about George Thomas molesting children – but nonetheless they assisted each other in various fund-raising enterprises – and I bet that the Baroness did as well. Of course she did, the Baroness has worked as a researcher for S4C and the BBC. Who kept schtum about the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, George Thomas and Jimmy Savile… Why didn’t you broadcast it then Eluned? I had many meetings with an S4C journo who wanted to make a documentary about events in north Wales, but she was stamped on by a higher authority and the plug was pulled on the documentary.
While the Baroness was at Atlantic College, kids in care in north Wales were raped, buggered, beaten and fitted up in court if they complained. No doubt if one of the survivors told the Baroness this, that arrogant little face with its soulless eyes would stare straight past them and spout crap about diversity.
The Baroness has Chaired the Cardiff Business Partnership and served on the Council of Atlantic College, such is her commitment to the common man.

Whilst an MEP, the Baroness was the Labour Party’s European spokesperson on Energy, Industry and Science. She was responsible for drafting the European Parliament’s response to the Energy Green Paper and also took the lead role in negotiating on behalf of the Parliament the revision of the Electricity Directive. The Baroness stood down as an MEP in 2009. Upon standing down, the Baroness took up the post of Director of SWALEC, where she was responsible for establishing the SWALEC Smart Energy Centre in Treforest. Not only does the Baroness not understand the sociology of HE or the IT industry but she obviously doesn’t know the meaning of the phrases ‘conflict of interest’ and ‘snout in the trough’ either.

As well as being a GP, the Baroness’s husband Dr Rhys Jenkins is a non-stipendary priest in the Church in Wales. So he knows that there has been a problem with the abuse of children which was concealed by the Church.
The Baroness’s family came from Pembrokeshire. Ah – can they let us know whether the incarceration in Broadmoor of June and Jennifer Gibbons from Pembrokeshire whilst they were still teenagers after they told people that they were prostitutes was anything to do with the paedophile gang which was active down there (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). It’s a worthy case Eluned – the twins were black, female and had special needs, just think how many Brownie points you’ll gain by defending two people like that!
The Baroness is being supported in her ambitions to become FM by Nia Griffith, paedophiles’ friend and the Labour MP for Llanelli (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’). There is a news story today about a GP who is thought to have embezzled £400k from the NHS and fled to Cape Verde in Africa, where he shot his girlfriend and then himself. The GP is originally from Llanelli.

An Appalling Vista

Previous posts such as ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’ gave examples of the constant lies, the forging of documents and the perjury used to secure convictions against patients who had made serious complaints about Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and their colleagues – complaints which routinely went uninvestigated but were then documented as having been thoroughly investigated but found to be groundless. Some patients who were deemed to pose a particular challenge to Dafydd and the paedophiles were completely ruined by all the ‘help’ that they received from the Top Doctors.

My post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ introduced the story of F, a mental health patient from north Wales who was a witness to serious wrongdoing and was fitted up, assaulted by the police, wrongfully arrested, left to rot in the North Wales Hospital for a year and then fleeced of his property and denied all contact with his child. Someone who witnessed much of this was later found dead.

I can understand that people unacquainted with the practices of Dafydd et al would find accounts of what mental health patients and kids in care in north Wales had experienced and witnessed hard to believe. It was certainly easier for everyone if those relating serious criminal conduct on the part of Top Doctors with the collusion of Angels, social workers, NHS managers, the police, certain lawyers, magistrates and members of the judiciary could be dismissed as being mad, malicious or making up horror stories to gain compensation. Those involved in the criminality were everyone’s neighbours, the parents of their children’s friends and the people whom they socialised with locally.

I have mentioned before that Lord Denning, the Master of the Rolls, 1962-82, took the view that it was better that the Birmingham Six remain in prison rather than anyone admit to the enormity of the miscarriage of justice to which they had been subject. When the Birmingham Six first appealed in 1979, Lord Denning famously stated that: ‘If the six men win, it will mean that the police are guilty of perjury, that they are guilty of violence and threats, that the confessions were invented and improperly admitted in evidence and the convictions were erroneous… This is such an appalling vista that every sensible person in the land would say that it cannot be right that these actions should go any further.’

The Birmingham Six were cleared in 1991.

The medical establishment undoubtedly operated on a Lord Denning world view of ‘it is far better that we continue to maintain that there are no serious problems in the medical profession because the reality of what has been allowed to continue in north Wales alone for decades is so dreadful that the fall-out would be unmanageable if anything approaching the truth were to be admitted’.

In my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ about F and the possibility that he had information about serious crimes committed before he ever arrived in north Wales in 1979 – including the death of Jimi Hendrix as a result of criminal negligence – and that being the possible reason why Dafydd and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) destroyed him, I promised to write a further post with more details re F and the stitch-up and provide details of more celeb deaths with a link to those Top Doctors who were linked to the death of Hendrix.

I mentioned that it was Top Doctor’s wife Kathy Etchingham, a former girlfriend of Hendrix, who was sufficiently outraged by the claims of another girlfriend of Hendrix, Monika Dannemann, that Hendrix had died as a result of serious medical negligence that Kathy had attempted to have Monika imprisoned and gave multiple interviews to the press trashing Monika. After Monika was found dead, Kathy simply used this as yet more evidence that Monika was a mad, lying cow. Throughout it all F maintained that Hendrix had been killed by Top Doctors and that a cover-up at a high level had followed.

Despite F seeming to know some of the circumstances concerning Hendrix’s death, F was not at all au fait with the workings of the NHS. However, I am and I noticed that when Hendrix was found in a coma – Monika always claimed that Hendrix was still alive when the paramedics arrived –  he was taken to St Mary Abbot’s Hospital. St Mary Abbot’s was located nearby, but I suspect that Top Doctors themselves would not use that hospital or allow anyone that they cared about to use it. Hendrix died in Sept 1970 and at that time St Mary Abbot’s still had an A&E/acute dept and it was there that Hendrix was pronounced dead.

By 1972 St Mary Abbot’s had lost its A&E/acute dept and was only a geriatric and psychiatric hospital. There is a great deal of snobbery in medicine and geriatrics and psychiatry are considered the pits and they were back in 1970 as well. No hospital ever wants to lose its A&E/acute services and it is when those services are threatened that Top Doctors tell patients that they will all die if the service shuts, that people write to their MPs and protest in town centres and that the BMA sends a clear message to the local MP that they will lose the next election if the closure goes ahead. If a hospital loses its A&E/acute dept, it loses kudos, funding and the best staff. It is often the first step to the long rundown to complete closure.

If St Mary Abbot’s A&E had gone by 1972 it suggests that there were very big problems in that dept because no-one was able to save it. Hospital depts don’t disappear overnight – it is preceded by years of discussion and gradual disinvestment and once word gets out that a dept is on the way out, doctors stop applying for jobs there because they know how grim the atmosphere will be and it won’t do anything for their CV either. In 1971 the transformation of St Mary Abbot’s into a dumping ground began – a psychiatry ward was added.

In the way that Top Doctors in Gwynedd had an arrangement to ensure that their own children were never taken to Ysbyty Gwynedd because paediatrics there was alleged to be so dangerous and that no relative of a Top Doc ever ended up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, I bet that Top Docs in London didn’t depend on the A&E in St Mary Abbot’s in 1970. It will have been for other people, particularly people who didn’t matter. Lest anyone believe that Top Docs don’t think like this, I’m happy to tell you that they do. If they think that no-one is listening, some of them will make this crystal clear. Dear old Dafydd once managed to say to me ‘you don’t matter’. What Dafydd didn’t realise was that someone else was listening to that call. (The security services were as well, but that’s because they had Brown and me under surveillance rather than Dafydd.) Hey ho Dafydd, you’re not very nice but you’re not very bright either.

Hendrix fell into a coma within spitting distance of some of the grandest, most elite teaching hospitals in London. He was taken to St Mary Abbot’s where, according to Monika, he died. When years later Monika made her allegations of serious negligence public, Kathy Ethingham and her Top Doc husband Nicholas Page didn’t inform the police, they contacted the staff who had treated – or failed to treat – Hendrix and then had a meeting with them. Where it was agreed that the witch should not be permitted to make such allegations and someone at least suggested that Monika had been responsible for Hendrix’s death herself.

 

By the 1990s Kathy Etchingham repeatedly stressed that her 1960s past was long ago and far away, but she had obviously remained in touch with at least one friend from those days, because in 1997 she invited him to the party that was held when Kathy – who had forgotten all about those days -succeeded in having an English Heritage Blue Plaque erected on the wall of the Mayfair flat that she had once shared with Hendrix. That old friend was Pete Townshend, who owned – and might still own – a house in Churt in Surrey. Kathy and the Top Doc lived in Churt.

 

In a 1989 radio interview Townshend acknowledged his bisexuality. He had recorded a song which he stated was an ‘acknowledgement of the fact that I’d had a gay life, and that I understood what gay sex was about’. However, in a 1994 interview for ‘Playboy’ Townsend said ‘in the interview I also talked about my “gay life,” which – I meant – was actually about the friends I’ve had who are gay’. Townshend later wrote in his 2012 autobiography that he at one point felt as if he was ‘probably bisexual’. Townshend also stated jokingly that he once felt sexually attracted to Mick Jagger. 

In Jan 2003 Townshend was arrested by British police in a child porn investigation. However, he was given a tip-off that the police were going to raid his home three days before they arrived. Towshend’s credit card usage to access a child porn site was traced to him through Operation Ore, the British counterpart of the US Operation Avalanche. When confronted by the police, Townshend admitted using his credit card to access a child pornography website. Townshend claimed he had accessed the child porn website for the purposes of researching a book. He has not as yet written that book. On another occasion he claimed he was researching child porn to protect his son.

Because Townshend confessed to accessing the child porn website, he received a caution and avoided a trial. Bob McLachlan, the former head of Scotland Yard’s paedophile unit, described the caution as ‘totally inappropriate’. He asked ‘Why is this rock star being given such lenient treatment when he has accepted a caution and therefore admits his guilt?’ His admission to using his credit card to access a child porn website and that he had viewed child pornography images was the central component of his guilty plea.

Townshend had access to his lawyers at all times. He avoided charges beyond a caution, as the police did not detect any images of child rape on his 14 computers. Townshend was never cleared of his offence and remained on the Sex Offender Register for five years, 2003 –08. He had to give a DNA sample, check in with the British police regularly and inform them of his movements during his Sex Offender registration. Townshend will have a lifelong criminal record for the caution.

On June 22, 2006 it was reported that Townshend had withdrawn an ‘ill-advised’ story from his blog, which depicted graphic teen sex. He told the Daily Mail: ‘I’ve taken down my story. I want to make it clear that I respect the requirements of the Sex Offenders Register without condition.’

Confusion was introduced into the Townshend case by British investigative journalist Duncan Campbell in an article he wrote for ‘The Guardian’ in which he stated: ‘(Operation) Ore has dragged big names into the spotlight – such as the musicians Pete Townshend…falsely accused of accessing child pornography.’ Campbell knew that Townshend had admitted to breaking the law and had accepted the consequences.

Duncan Campbell’s arguments against Operation Ore – initially well received – were cast under a shadow when the computer expert he used, Jim Bates of Computer Investigations, was convicted in March 2008 of falsifying his qualifications and given a six-month suspended prison sentence. As a ‘pioneer of forensic computer analysis’, Bates had until his conviction been used widely by police and prosecutors. He is no longer used as an expert witness by prosecutors.

I presume that this Duncan Campbell is the Duncan Campbell who used to write for the ‘New Statesman’. He did write some good exposes but on one occasion there were complaints from readers when a copy of the ‘New Statesman’ was published with a photo of Duncan Campbell on the cover sporting a visible nasty injury to his face accompanied by words along the lines of ‘What happened when Duncan Campbell met Scotland Yard’ [or the phrase might have been ‘The Met’]. It transpired that Campbell had not been thumped by the police, he had fallen off of his bike after he left the station.

I read the ‘New Statesman’ for years until Brown and I noticed that it was getting light on intellectual content and heavy on features advising one on the sort of wine one should have with one’s meals. When I did used to read ‘New Statesman’, I noticed that there was never a word about the abuse of kids in care or mental health patients of which I had become acutely aware by then, although the plight of a number of other cohorts having a hard time was publicised. Neither was there any admission of certain problems in the NHS which were well-known to everyone who worked within it.

Richard Webster wrote the book ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’, which maintained that there was no serious problem of abuse of kids in care in north Wales and that the bellyaching in north Wales was the result of hysteria, a witch hunt and Alison Taylor telling porkies. The ‘New Statesman’ published a libellous article about Alison in the wake of the Waterhouse Report which was written by Richard Webster, ‘Can A Whistleblower Be Wrong?’ Alison sued – she represented herself – and won. It was admitted by the ‘New Statesman’ that they published the article on the grounds that Alison would not be able to afford to sue them. Alison accepted a settlement.

When that article was published, ‘New Statesman’ was owned by New Labour big wig and millionaire Geoffrey Robertson.

 

It was reported in the ‘Mail Online’ that Townshend also claimed to have been sexually abused himself and gave this as a possible reason for his interest in child porn: ‘I believe I was sexually abused between the age of five and six and a half when in the care of my maternal grandmother who was mentally ill at the time. I cannot remember clearly what happened, but my creative work tends to throw up nasty shadows – particularly in ‘Tommy”.

So Townshend didn’t encounter sexual abuse throughout his long career and friendships with people who used rent boys and sexually exploited vulnerable people – it happened as a result of a mentally ill grandmother…

The reference to ‘Tommy’ will have been the Uncle Ernie scene, in which Uncle Ernie, a stereotypical dirty old man dressed in a flasher’s mac, molests a ‘deaf, dumb and blind’ boy whilst singing ‘You won’t shout as I fiddle about’. Kids with sensory disabilities are often targeted by people who sexually assault them, but their assailants are as likely to be health and welfare professionals as the Uncle Ernies of the world – Uncle Ernies don’t usually have unsupervised access to disabled kids, but Top Docs, Angels, social workers, carers, teachers and others do.

The Torygraph published an article in which Townshend maintained that he had only accessed the child porn site to demonstrate that British banks were channelling child porn profits. Which they may well be, but I’m not sure that using your credit card to access the sites yourself and join in the fun is quite the way to expose what the banks are doing. Townsend stated that ‘I felt I had an understanding, and I could help’. Which is exactly what Dr Dafydd Alun Jones said on every occasion that he was challenged after being caught doing something unacceptable.

Townshend was also quoted in the Torygraph as saying that he suffered from ‘White Knight Syndrome’. I have never heard of such a condition, but according to Townshend, it afflicts those ‘who like to be seen to be helping’. I don’t know if White Knight Syndrome will be appearing in DSM soon, but Dafydd is clearly a fellow sufferer. During every investigation into Dafydd, his explanation for whatever serious malpractice he was involved has been ‘I was only trying to help’. He even went on TV and said that after Mary Wynch won her case and accompanied it with the comment ‘I found myself in this bizarre situation’. Then bugger me if Dafydd didn’t say exactly the same thing to Robert Bluglass after I complained about him – ‘Well I found myself in this bizarre situation and I was only trying to help’.

Dafydd – take it from me, if you do not threaten women and then have them unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in psychiatric hospitals when they fail to succumb to your threats, you will find yourself in far fewer bizarre situations and you will not need to help quite so often. It’ll save you a lot of bother and it will be far cheaper for whichever organisation is stupid enough to employ you, because legal fees do mount up when Top Docs find themselves in bizarre situations and try to help in this manner.

 

Townshend was also quoted in one press report as saying that he had been accused of being a paedophile because he had a big nose. Not only is Peter Townshend’s nose not that big, but I rather suspect that the reason for the cloud of suspicion was his accessing a child porn website rather than his nose. As was said in Monty Python’s Life of Brian, ‘blessed are the big noses’ – a film which was co-authored by and starred Graham Chapman, a man who enjoyed sex with underaged boys (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Chapman didn’t claim to be undertaking research when he was questioned by the police, he just told them to take a running jump because he was a Top Doctor. Chapman qualified at Bart’s, which was where Dafydd’s protector Prof Linford Rees worked for years (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Townshend’s wiki entry doesn’t mention that caution for child porn and the five years on the sex offenders register, but it does have a great deal about his charidee work and explains that in 1974 Pete played a benefit show which was organised to raise funds for the Camden Square Community Play Centre.

The earliest public example of Townshend’s charidee work was in 1968, when he donated the use of his former Wardour Street apartment to the Meher Baba Association. The following year, the Association was moved to another Townshend-owned apartment in Eccleston Square. Townshend sat on a committee which oversaw the operation and finances of the centre.

In 1969 and 1972, Townshend produced two limited-release albums, Happy Birthday and I Am, for the London-based Baba Association. This led to 1972’s Who Came First, 15 percent of the revenue of which went to the Baba Association. In 1976 there was a further release, With Love. A boxed set of all three limited releases on CD, Avatar, was released in 2000, with all profits going to the Avatar Meher Baba Trust in India, which provided funds to a dispensary, school, hospital and pilgrimage centre.

In July 1976, Townshend opened Meher Baba Oceanic, a London activity centre for Baba followers, which featured film dubbing and editing facilities, a cinema and a recording studio. The centre also served as a regular meeting place for Baba followers. Townshend offered very economical lodging for American followers who needed an overnight stay on their pilgrimages to India. Townshend wrote in a 1977 Rolling Stone article:

Townshend also embarked on a MEFA, the Meher Baba European Film Archive, project dedicated to the collection, restoration and maintenance of Meher Baba-related films.

Townshend has been a champion of children’s charities. The debut of Pete Townshend’s stage version of ‘Tommy’ in San Diego’s in July 1992 was earmarked as a benefit for the London-based Nordoff-Robbins Music Therapy Foundation, an organisation which helps children with autism and intellectual disability.

Townshend performed at a 1995 benefit organised by Paul Simon at Madison Square Garden’s Paramount Theatre for the Children’s Health Fund. The following year, Townshend performed at a benefit for the annual Bridge School Benefit, a California facility for children with severe speech and physical impairments, with concerts organised by Neil and Pegi Young. In 1997, Townshend established a relationship with Maryville Academy, a Chicago area children’s charity. Between 1997-02, Townshend played five benefit shows for Maryville Academy, raising at least $1,600,000. His 1998 album ‘A Benefit for Maryville Academy’ was made to support their activities and proceeds from the sales of his release were donated to them.

As a member of ‘The Who’, Townshend has also performed a series of concerts, beginning in 2000, to benefit the Teenage Cancer Trust in the UK, which raised several million pounds. In 2005, Townshend performed at New York’s Gotham Hall for Samsung’s ‘Four Seasons of Hope’, an annual children’s charity fundraiser. In the same year, he donated a smashed guitar to the Pediatric Epilepsy Project.

On 4 Nov 2011, Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend launched the Daltrey/Townshend Teen and Young Adult Cancer Program at the Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles, to be funded by The Who’s charity ‘Who Cares’. The launch, followed on 5 November by a fund-raising event, was also attended by Robert Plant and Dave Grohl. 

Townshend has also advocated for drug rehabilitation. In a 1985 radio interview, he said:

You’ll be delighted to know Pete that Dafydd comes highly recommended by class A drug users. As one said to me – after he’d served a prison sentence for armed robbery – ‘DA’s great, he’ll give you anything that you want, anything that you ask for. And he’ll always give you a  good for court report’.

The ‘large clinic’ to which Townshend was referring to was a plan he and drug rehabilitation experimenter Meg Patterson had devised to open a drug treatment facility in London; however, the plan failed to come to fruition. Two early 1979 concerts by ‘The Who’ raised £20,000 for Patterson’s Pharmakon Clinic in Sussex.

Further examples of Townshend’s drug rehabilitation activism took place in the form of a 1984 benefit concert, an article he wrote a few days later for the ‘Mail on Sunday’ urging better care for the nation’s addicts and the formation of a charitable organisation, Double-O Charities, to raise funds for the causes he’d championed. Townshend also sold fund-raising anti-heroin T-shirts at a series of UK Bruce Springsteen concerts and reportedly financed a trip for former Clash drummer Topper Headon to undergo drug rehabilitation treatment. Townshend’s 1985–86 band, ‘Deep End’, played two benefits at Brixton Academy in 1985 for Double-O.

In 1979 Townshend donated his services to Amnesty when he performed three songs for its benefit show ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’. That was of course the event at which Peter Cook performed his wonderful satire ‘Entirely a Matter For You’ in which he sent up the summing up of the judge who presided over Jeremy Thorpe’s trial. Cook’s performance included memorable lines about the  hitman not even being able to carry out a simple murder plot without cocking the whole thing up and a man with a criminal past but no criminal future…

Why am I reminded of Huw Daniel every time that I watch ‘Entirely a Matter For You?’

Townshend had been invited to perform for Amnesty by Martin Lewis, the producer of ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’, who stated later that Townshend’s participation had been the key to his securing the subsequent participation for Amnesty (in the 1981 sequel show) of Sting, Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, Phil Collins and Bob Geldof.

 

Townshend’s band mate Keith Moon was an old flame of Kathy Ethingham’s. I won’t recite in detail the highlights of Moon the Loon’s life here – readers will no doubt be aware of the Rolls Royce in the swimming pool,  the wrecked hotel rooms, the TVs chucked out of the window because the hotel staff were not up to Moon’s exacting requirements, the explosions in the bogs etc, but there are a few aspects of Moon’s life and death that are worth mentioning.

Keith Moon had a very serious drug and alcohol problem which by the end of his life was said by his friends to have sent him quite mad – Moon’s mates might have been describing an amphetamine-induced psychosis. Moon died in Sept 1978 of an overdose of Heminevrin, a drug prescribed to combat alcohol abuse. Heminevrin was routinely prescribed to people withdrawing from alcohol – although I’m not sure whether that is still the case. The problem with Heminevrin is – like so many drugs prescribed to people who are prone to not being particularly stable – that Heminevrin is lethal if not used properly.

By the time that Moon was given a massive quantity of Heminevrin to take home and play with, his excesses were very well known and had been the subject of much media coverage. Some very nasty things had also happened to some of the people associated with Keith Moon.

On 4 Jan 1970 Moon accidentally killed his friend, driver and bodyguard, Neil Boland, outside the Red Lion pub in Hatfield. Pub patrons had begun to attack his Bentley and Moon, drunk, began driving to escape them. During the fracas, he hit Boland. After an investigation, the coroner ruled Boland’s death an accident and Moon received an absolute discharge after being charged with a number of offences. Those close to Moon said that he was haunted by Boland’s death for the rest of his life and Moon had nightmares about the incident and said he had no right to be alive.

I’d be interested to find out how on earth Keith Moon got out of that one, even if he did feel terrible about it afterwards. As someone who was fined £60 for staring at a colleague of a paedophile gang who had unlawfully imprisoned me after encountering her in a supermarket (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’), I am confident that if I had run over and killed someone whilst pissed, I would receive a little more that an absolute discharge.

In 1973 Moon’s wife Kim, convinced that neither she nor anyone else could moderate Keith’s behaviour, left Moon and took their daughter. Kim sued for divorce in 1975. Moon’s friends stated that Moon ‘couldn’t handle’ Kim leaving him and that she was ‘the only woman he loved’. So obviously to show how much he loved her, Moon harassed Kim with phone calls and on one occasion before Kim sued for divorce, sent several heavies in pursuit of her, forcing Kim to hide in a walk-in closet after the thugs broke into her home. Kim died in a car accident in Texas in Aug 2006.

In 1975 Moon began a relationship with model Annette Walter-Lax. She begged Malibu neighbour Larry Hagman (JR of ‘Who shot JR?’ fame) to check Moon into a clinic to dry out (as he had attempted to do before), but when doctors recorded Moon’s chemical intake at breakfast – a bottle of champagne, Courvoisier and amphetamines – they concluded that there was no hope for his rehabilitation.

Hagman had a long and successful TV career in the US and in the UK. He knew many of those who hung out with Dafydd’s umbrella Linford Rees’s actress daughter Angharad Rees and her husband Christopher Cazenove (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Early in The Who’s career, Moon got to know The Beatles. He would join them at clubs, forming a particularly close friendship with Ringo Starr. The Ringo who was a neighbour of one of F’s friends…Moon later became friends with Viv Stanshall, a man who was networked with Graham Chapman et al and who died in odd circumstances in March 1995, before there was any chance of him blabbing in the wake of the Waterhouse Report (see post ‘ The International Language Of Screaming’). In the early 1970s Moon helped Stanshall with his ‘Radio Flashes’ radio show for BBC Radio 1, filling in for the vacationing John Peel. Subsequently, in 1973, Moon himself filled in for John Peel in ‘A Touch of the Moon’. The John Peel who went to school in Deganwy in north Wales and who was later so helpful in creating rock stars out of the offspring of the paedophiles’ friends in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry and the publication of the Waterhouse Report (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’).

In 1974, Moon struck up a friendship with the drunken git Oliver Reed of ‘I’ve got a tattoo on my penis, would you ladies like to see it?’ fame. The Ollie who wrestled naked in mud with other men, lest anyone might suspect him of having homophilic tendencies.  

Keith Moon was mates with Graham Chapman who, as well as regularly visiting north Wales with his 13 year old ‘adopted son’, used to dip his penis – presumably untattooed – in folk’s drinks in pubs near his house in Belsize Park. He didn’t receive a kick in the carregs because he wasn’t in Wetherspoons in Caernarfon, he was a zany Python within spitting distance of Hamptead, so it was OK.

In mid-1978 Moon moved into a flat in Curzon Place, Mayfair, renting from singer Harry Nilsson. (The wiki entry for Nilsson states that he died of a heart attack in 1994 at 52 years of age – which is a bit weird because I can remember when he was found dead and I seem to remember that the media reports stated that it was thought that he’d killed himself. Nilsson was a close friend of Ringo.) The singer Cass Elliot had died in the same flat four years earlier, at the age of 32. Cass’s wiki entry states that she too died of a heart attack. Curiouser and curiouser – Cass Elliot definitely choked to death, on, I understand, a ham sandwich. I wonder if someone has been busy amending wiki? Nilsson was concerned about letting the flat to Moon, believing it was cursed. Townshend disagreed, assuring him that ‘lightning wouldn’t strike the same place twice’.

After moving in, Moon began a prescribed course of Heminevrin. He wanted to get sober, but he had a fear of psychiatric hospitals – very wise – so he wanted to detox at home. Heminevrin is discouraged for unsupervised detox  because of its addictive potential, its tendency to induce tolerance and the risk of death when mixed with alcohol. The pills were prescribed by Dr Geoffrey Dymond, a Top Doctor from Harley Street. Dymond prescribed a bottle of 100 pills, instructing Moon to take one pill when he felt a craving for alcohol but not more than three pills per day.

On 6 Sept 1978 Moon and Annette dined with the McCartneys in Covent Garden, after a party. David Frost was a guest at the party – the Frost who conveniently pegged out on a cruise in Aug 2013 in the midst of Operation Pallial and the Macur Review and who’s death was followed by the sudden death of his 31 year old Miles not long afterwards (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). Moon watched a film – ‘The Abominable Dr Phibes’ no less – and asked Annette to cook him steak and eggs. When she objected, Moon replied, ‘If you don’t like it, you can fuck off’. He then took 32 Heminevrin tablets. When Annette checked on Moon the following afternoon, she found him dead.

Police determined that there were 32 Heminevrin pills in Moon’s system. Six were digested, sufficient to cause his death; the other 26 were undigested when he died. Max Glatt – one of many Top Docs who has previously starred on this blog (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) – wrote in The Sunday Times that Moon should never have been given the drug.

When Moon’s friends discovered how lethal Heminevrin is in overdose they were all baffled as to why the Abominable Dr Dymond prescribed so many for him. The Abominable Dr Dymond maintained that he was ‘unaware’ of Moon’s lifestyle.

In 1978 I was a school girl in Somerset. Even I knew about Keith Moon’s lifestyle, as did my friends and I had never been to London in my life, so how the Rolls Royces in the swimming pools etc escaped Geoffrey Dymond’s notice I don’t know.

Interviews with Moon’s mates suggest that they put a great deal of trust in Dymond and his abilities to ‘look after’ Keith Moon and just assumed that the Top Doctor had made an inexplicable error. I am happy to tell Moon’s surviving friends that a lot of Top Docs detest patients a lot less twattish than Keith Moon – and by the time that he died, Moon really was a twat of the highest order who had pissed off a great many people. Whilst working in medical research and in my capacity as a patient I have heard Top Docs and their associates express such callous attitudes towards patients and follow this up with criminally negligent conduct of such a magnitude that the general public would not believe that it ever happens.  Take it from me, they help people on their way. I have heard the most shocking comments made by Top Doctors after distressed colleagues – let alone patients – of theirs have killed themselves and I know of at least three suicides of mental health patients which could have been avoided with very little effort but that effort was quite deliberately not made. When faced with someone like Keith Moon, a lot of Top Doctors really could not give a fuck.

How are you Dafydd and Keith Fearns? Is it not ironic that it was Tony Francis who committed suicide rather than me? You didn’t expect that did you? Christ almighty, all I did was complain about Gwynne the lobotomist and catch Tony Francis out on a lie and WW III was declared. To paraphrase Morrissey : ‘They bear more grudges/Than lonely High Court judges’…

 

F repeatedly told me, whilst he related anecdotes from his youth in the bosom of Ringo et al, that ‘they hated us’.

 

Another bedfellow of Kathy Etchingham’s was Brian Jones, the original leader of the Rolling Stones. F always maintained that Brian Jones was murdered. Jones died in July 1969 – he was found motionless at the bottom of his pool at Cotchford Farm. His girlfriend Anna Wohlin maintained that Jones was still alive when he was taken out of the pool but Top Doctors arrived at the scene ‘too late’ and pronounced him dead. The verdict was of death by misadventure. It was Sussex Police who stood accused of failing to investigate the allegations that Jones was murdered or to have even concealed a murder.

Brian Jones was someone else who developed drug and alcohol problems and was identifiably quite seriously mentally ill by the time that he died.

Brian Jones seems to have been treated very callously by many of those around him. When asked if he felt guilty about Jones’ death, Mick Jagger told ‘Rolling Stone’ in 1995: ‘No, I don’t really. I do feel that I behaved in a very childish way, but we were very young and in some ways we picked on him. But, unfortunately, he made himself a target for it; he was very, very jealous, very difficult, very manipulative and if you do that in this kind of a group of people you get back as good as you give, to be honest. I wasn’t understanding enough about his drug addiction.’ 

Ah well Brian Jones was manipulative unlike Mr Clean Mick, so who gives a stuff that he was treated badly and found dead in suspicious circumstances. Mick is now what Viz magazine calls a ‘shag relative’ of Rupert Murdoch ie. Mick has shagged someone that Murdoch has shagged. Or at least married. So I doubt that we’ll be reading much about any interpretation of Jones’s character other than that he was ‘manipulative’ and people ‘didn’t understand’.

 

Kathy also had a relationship with Georgie Fame. Georgie is still alive but his wife Nicolette, the Marchioness of Londonderry, isn’t. Her body was found beneath the Clifton Suspension Bridge in Aug 1993 and it was assumed that she had jumped. At the time, it was reported that Nicolette was seen on the bridge, approached someone, gave them her name and asked them to ‘raise the alarm’. Whether they did or not I don’t know – Nicolette’s body was found later. A statement was given to the media explaining that Nicolette had been under the care of an expensive Top Doctor because she was distraught at the menopause and by her children leaving the nest. As someone who has now had a menopause, I can confirm that there is no need to even bother to read the volumes of rubbish that are published by the likes of Miriam Stoppard to ‘guide one through it’, let alone chuck oneself off the Clifton Suspension Bridge, it really is not that much of a big deal if you keep away from Top Doctors recommending unnecessary things like HRT. Some people do feel bereft when their children leave home, but women are no longer put in the dustbin when that happens and a lot of them have a great time, particularly if they’re a Marchioness. I cannot help suspecting that there might have been something far more serious worrying Nicolette than the menopause and the kids moving out.

Georgie Fame’s first job was at Butlins in Pwllheli. Like Kathy Etchingham, he went to London and the age of 16 and hit the music scene.

August 1993. Just before the North Wales Police wound up their investigation into the possible existence of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales and declared that there was no evidence of any such thing.

 

The coroner who carried out the inquest into the death of Jimi Hendrix was Lt Col Gavin Thurston. Thurston was educated at Dulwich College and Guy’s Hospital Medical School. He served in the RAMC from 1939-45 in India and NW Europe. Thurston was called to the Bar in 1952 but never practised.

Thurston came under the influence of an older Guy’s man, Percy Barnard Skeels, a solicitor of the City firm of Hoddinott & Skeels, then HM coroner to metropolitan Essex. Thurston was appointed as Skeels’s deputy in 1949. He was appointed as Westminster coroner in 1956 and occupied this post until his death in 1980. Thurston served as Treasurer, Secretary and President to the Coroner’s Society and was President of the Medico-Legal Society in 1969. He was a member of the British Academy of Forensic Sciences and for a short period a lecturer at the West London Medical School. Thurston sat on the Council of the MDU, 1960-80.

Thurston lived in Sussex and was married to Janet, another Top Doctor who specialised in community medicine. Janet accompanied Thurston to medico-legal and forensic meetings. After Thurston died, in 1982 Janet married a colleague of Thurston’s, the pathologist Professor Keith Simpson, who also spent a career investigating suspicious deaths that could prove difficult for high profile people. More details about Keith Simpson can be found in my post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’.

Thurston had a son, John, who was also a Top Doctor. A Dr John Thurston, an A&E Top Doctor at Joyce Green Hospital, Dartford, contributed to one of those regular BBC News Online reports regarding How Fucking Daft All The Patients Are. Top Doc Thurston was able to tell the BBC that ‘people really can be stupid’. The Top Docs are often somewhat conflicted over the intelligence of patients. Top Doctor Devakumar, one of the paedophiles’ friends who was employed at the Hergest Unit for many years, once yelled at me ‘you are stupid’ because I did insist on complaining about Dafydd. Yet Devakumar was also a signatory to the documents detailed in previous blog posts in which the BMA, MDU and many other people were told that I was a wicked genius who needed to be banged up in a secure unit asap. Perhaps I should consider myself fortunate – in one ward round Devakumar rolled up his sleeves and told a male patient that he’d fight him whenever he wanted.

‘As experienced psychiatrists we are used to patients who are aggressive to us and have training in de-escalation techniques’ wrote Dr Sadie Francis in one letter to Hempsons, detailing the problem that was me, after Hempsons had written to her and Tony Francis and them that they were ‘over-reacting’ and strongly advised them not to pursue litigation against me.

De-escalation techniques – ‘SCRAAAAP’…

 

At the time of writing, ‘The Guardian’ website features yet another article about Dangerous Psychiatric Patients attacking Top Doctors and Angels. It is a ‘global problem’ according to ‘The Guardian’.

 

Gavin Thurston was certainly Coroner to the Stars. His cases included Keith Moon, Cass Elliot, Stephen Ward (the scapegoat of the Profumo Affair – see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’), Judy Garland, Professor Gordon Fairley, Airey Neave, Sandra Rivett (Lord Lucan’s nanny) and Georgi Markov.

 

 

The Top Doctor who carried out the autopsy on Hendrix was pathologist Dr Donald Teare. Teare was from the Isle of Man and his father was a newspaper proprietor who also became a member of the House of Keys. Teare was educated at King William’s College on the Isle of Man and Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge. He trained at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Teare began his career as a lecturer in forensic medicine at Bart’s Hospital Medical College. He was Reader and then Professor of Forensic Medicine at Charing Cross Hospital Medical School, 1963-75. Teare was also a lecturer at the Metropolitan Police College, Hendon. He served as President of the MDU and President of the British Association of Forensic Medicine; President of the Association of Forensic Pathologists; President of the Medico-Legal Society, 1965-66. Teare was given a personal Chair in the University of London in 1968.

Donald Teare worked on many celebrity corpses and his famous cases included the murder of Beryl Evans and her baby Geraldine – for which Timothy Evans was hanged only to be posthumously cleared – and Podola (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’). Together with Prof Keith Simpson and Prof Francis Camps, Teare was one of the ‘Three Musketeers’, who dealt with almost all the suspicious deaths in the London area. Teare retired in 1975 and in Jan 1979 on the Isle of Man, at the age of 67.

Teare’s wife Kathleen was a magistrate in London.

The Royal College of Physicians website ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ section informs us that Donald Teare was ‘much respected and loved – a combination not always achieved by men of distinction in medicine’. Someone’s been telling porkies then, because a read through the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ reveals numerous distinguished Top Docs who were outstandingly brilliant, wonderful with patients, revered by everyone and had hearts of gold. In the cases of Top Doctors who were so obnoxious that even the Royal College of Physicians can’t pass them off as being lovely, it is stressed that they were really just very shy and no-one knew that within the complete bastard was a cuddly fluffy bunny. It was a CK Simpson who wrote Teare’s ‘Lives of the Fellows’ entry, who I suspect was Keith Simpson, Teare’s mate.

Thurston and Teare were both Top Docs to Scotland Yard and the Royal Family. Thurston was Deputy Coroner to the Royal Household.

 

I really am looking forward to reading Dafydd’s obituaries. A friend has already instructed me to pay a special tribute to Dafydd on this blog when he finally turns his toes up. When Lucille pegs out I could write a little piece along the lines of ‘together in heaven for ever’…

 

Professor Francis Camps was the son of Dr Percy William Leopold Camps, a GP and surgeon. Camps was educated at Marlborough College, followed by Guy’s Hospital. He went on to postgraduate studies at the Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine and the Neuchâtel University, Switzerland. Camps took up the post of pathologist at the Chelmsford and Essex Hospital. He was Reader and then Professor of Forensic Medicine at the London Hospital Medical School; President of the International Association of Forensic Scientists; President of the British Association and Secretary General, British Academy of Forensic Sciences.

Camps worked on, amongst others, the Dr John Bodkin Adams case in 1956 where he identified 163 suspicious deaths and was an expert witness in the trial the following year. However, Adams was acquitted of murdering one of his patients, owing to lack of evidence of motive, among other uncertainties. Harriet Harman’s father Dr John  Harman gave evidence supportive of Bodkin Adams, although Harman had very little experience in the matters on which he gave ‘expert evidence’.

Camps gave evidence during the trial of John Christie in 1953, having produced a detailed and comprehensive report on the many bodies found at 10 Rillington Place. The bodies were well preserved and so much relevant information could be gleaned from their condition. His report showed a consistent pattern of attack by Christie, most of the intact victims having been sexually molested and strangled. Beryl and Geraldine Evans had alone been strangled and their bodies were exhumed to be re-examined for Christie’s trial – by then Timothy Evans had already been convicted of their murders and hanged.

The skeletal remains of Christie’s older victims buried in the back garden at Rillington Place provided less information, although it proved possible to identify the women involved. There could be little doubt that Christie had murdered them all, that Timothy Evans was innocent and that he had been wrongly executed. The forensic and witness evidence pointed to a serious miscarriage of justice, although it was contested by a series of lawyers and politicians well after the events.

Several authors, including Ludovic Kennedy, pointed out the many contradictions and errors in the Crown’s case and the innocence of Evans is now widely accepted, by the public, experts and by the Crown itself.

 

Thurston and Teare were involved in having the final say regarding a few other suspicious celebrity deaths as well.

Tara Browne died in a car crash in Chelsea in 1966 – she was a friend of Paul McCartney’s. Jane Asher was Paul McCartney’s girlfriend whose dad Dr Richard Asher’s body was found in 1969 in the basement of the family home at Wimpole Street after he had been missing for days. It was deemed that Dr Asher died by suicide. McCartney had previously lived at the Asher’s Wimpole Street home in the mid-60s. Dr Asher was an endocrinologist and haematologist with an interest in the physical fators contributing to mental illness. He was the senior physician responsible for mental observations at the Central Middlesex Hospital but for some reason in 1964 his job was given to a psychiatrist. Asher was so upset by this that he effectively gave up medicine. In my experience this sort of thing is usually a consequence of war being declared upon someone who has fallen foul of their colleagues, rather than bearing any relation to their clinical skills. Dr Asher had possible connections with Profumo via Stephen Ward.

 

Donald Teare also performed the autopsy on Brian Epstein, the manager of ‘The Beatles’ and Cilla Black. Epstein died in Aug 1967, at his home in Kingsley Hill.

Epstein’s homosexuality was not publicly known until some years after his death, although it had been an open secret among his friends and business associates. Whilst Epstein was in the Army, he commissioned a tailor to make an officer’s uniform for him that he wore when cruising the bars of London, but was arrested one night by the Military Police for impersonating an officer. Epstein managed to avoid a court martial by agreeing to see an Army psychiatrist, who learned of Epstein’s sexuality. After 10 months he was discharged from the Army for being ’emotionally and mentally unfit’. 

Epstein spent a year studying acting at RADA, but dropped out shortly after his arrest for ‘persistent importuning’ outside a men’s public toilet in Swiss Cottage. McCartney said that when Epstein started to manage The Beatles they knew that he was homosexual but did not care, because he encouraged them professionally and offered them access to previously ‘off-limits’ social circles. John Lennon was often sarcastic about Epstein’s homosexuality but no-one outside the inner circle was allowed to comment. Ian Sharp, one of Lennon’s art school friends, when talking about Epstein, asked, ‘Which one of you [Beatles] does he fancy?’ Sharp was sent a letter by Epstein’s office within 48 hours that demanded a complete apology. Sharp apologised but received a letter from McCartney directing him to have no contact with any of them in the future. Epstein went on holiday to places such as Amsterdam, Torremolinos and Barcelona or Manchester at weekends, as the attitude to gays there was more tolerant than Liverpool.

In his autobiography, Pete Best, a close associate of The Beatles, stated that one evening Epstein expressed his ‘very fond admiration’. Epstein then supposedly said, ‘Would you find it embarrassing if I ask you to stay in a hotel overnight?’ Best replied that he was not interested and the two never mentioned the incident again. There were reports of a brief sexual encounter between Lennon and Epstein during a four day holiday in Barcelona in April 1963, although Lennon always denied the rumours. Male homosexual activity was not decriminalised in England and Wales until one month after Epstein’s death.

Epstein used stimulants, usually Preludin, which did not require a prescription at the time. Lennon, McCartney, Harrison, and Starr also used it. Epstein developed dependencies on carbromal, a barbiturate-like sedative/hypnotic drug.

In 1964 Epstein was introduced to cannabis by Bob Dylan. Epstein later became heavily involved in the 1960s drug scene. Whilst the Beatles’ album Sgt Pepper was being recorded, Epstein spent his time on holiday, or at the Priory Clinic in Putney, where he tried unsuccessfully to curb his drug use. 

In June 1967, after McCartney had admitted to LSD use, Epstein defended him to the media, stating that he had taken the drug, too.

Epstein attended a traditional shiva in Liverpool after his father died, having just come out of the Priory Clinic where he had been trying to cure his acute insomnia and addiction to amphetamines. On 24 Aug 1967 Epstein asked Peter Brown and Geoffrey Ellis down to Kingsley Hill – Epstein’s country home in Warbleton Sussex – for the weekend. After they arrived, Epstein decided to drive back to London alone because an expected group of rent boys he had invited failed to arrive, although they did turn up after Epstein left. Epstein phoned Brown at 5 pm the next day from his Chapel Street house in London. Brown thought that Epstein sounded ‘very groggy’, and suggested that he take a train back instead of driving under the influence of Tuinals. Epstein replied that he would eat something, read his mail and watch Juke Box Jury before phoning Brown to tell him which train to meet. He never called again.

Epstein died of an overdose of the barbiturate Carbitral in his locked bedroom, on 27 August 1967. He was discovered after his butler had knocked on the door and then hearing no response asked the housekeeper to call the police. Epstein was found on a single bed, dressed in pyjamas, with various correspondence spread over a second single bed. At the inquest his death was ruled an accident, caused by a gradual buildup of Carbitral in his system, combined with alcohol. The Beatles were in Bangor at the time, with the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. Epstein had previously agreed to travel to Bangor after the August Bank Holiday. The second of two shows by Jimi Hendrix at Epstein’s Saville Theatre was cancelled on the evening of his death.

Peter Brown wrote in his memoir that he had once found a suicide note written by Epstein and had spoken with him about it. According to Brown the note read in part, ‘This is all too much and I can’t take it any more’. Brown had also found a will made by Epstein. When confronted with the notes, Epstein told Brown that he would be grateful if Brown did not tell anyone. He explained that when he wrote the note and composed the will he had simply taken one pill too many, and that he had no intention of overdosing, promising to be more careful in the future. Epstein’s doctor, Norman Cowan, was prescribing the drugs. The coroner, Thurston, told the Westminster inquest that Epstein’s death was caused by an overdose of Carbitral, and ruled it as an accidental death. The pathologist, Teare, stated that Epstein had been taking bromide in the form of Carbitral for some time and that the barbiturate level in Epstein’s blood was a ‘low fatal level’.

Bromide was famously used by Top Docs to suppress the sexual urges of men who were suspiciously gay, although Top Docs often deny this.

The Beatles did not attend Epstein’s funeral, both to allow his family some privacy and to avoid attracting fans and the media. Epstein was buried in the Long Lane Jewish Cemetery, Aintree. The service at the graveside was held by Rabbi Dr Norman Solomon, who stated that Epstein was ‘a symbol of the malaise of our generation’.

Whatever Epstein did paled into insignificance when compared to that cartel of Top Doctors.

 

It is worth discussing another Top Doctor who was called upon the investigate many suspicious deaths as well, Professor David Bowen. As Head of Forensic Medicine at Charing Cross Hospital between 1973-89 and Professor of Forensic Medicine at London University from 1977-89, Bowen investigated some 500 cases of murder and suspicious deaths.

In Feb 1983 Det Ch Insp Peter Jay, head of Hornsey CID, arrived at Bowen’s office at Charing Cross and showed him several strips of skin and four small bones which had been recovered from a house in Muswell Hill, where blocked drains had been reported. The strips had a few fine hairs and appeared to have been partially boiled; initially they were thought to have come from the skin of a chicken. But Bowen was certain they were human. Noticing indentations on the surface of the skin, Bowen remarked that it might well have come from someone who had been strangled.

On the strength of Bowen’s advice, the detective returned to north London to await the arrival home from work of Dennis Nilsen, a 37 year old civil servant with the Manpower Services Commission. ‘I’ve come about your drains,’ said Jay.

That evening Bowen was called to make an initial examination of Nilsen’s flat at Cranley Gardens, Muswell Hill and was immediately struck by its unpleasant foetid atmosphere. When he examined two plastic bin bags taken from the wardrobe he found human chest tissue, expertly dissected from the rib cage and an almost complete human torso. He also found the upper half of a second torso with arms but no hands; a decomposed skull; and the freshly decapitated head of Nilsen’s last victim. In total Bowen counted up the major parts of two bodies plus a recently dismembered one which was easily identified by fingerprints. In this case, the head had been parboiled in a stockpot which Nilsen kept on his stove. Nilsen said the other two had died in March and Sept 1982.

At his previous address in Melrose Avenue, Cricklewood, Nilsen had dismembered another 12 victims and buried them under his floorboards. To make way for newcomers as space became tight, he progressively transferred the remains to his garden, burning them on huge bonfires before crushing the residuum with a heavy roller. Bowen and a colleague identified enough bone fragments retrieved from the topsoil to establish that at least six bodies were represented. At Nilsen’s trial, the jury found him guilty on six charges of murder.

At the time, the Nilson case involved the disposal of more bodies by one man than in any other case in British criminal history.

 

I remember the media coverage of the Dennis Nilsen case well. Some of the comments in court regarding Nilsen’s ‘madness’ were very stereotypical and quite farcical and although it was clear that human remains had been found, there was much confusion and speculation over exactly how many people Nilsen was alleged to have killed. Then there was the question that everybody was asking – why were none of the men whom Nilsen was alleged to have killed ever reported missing? The conversation at the time centred around how sad it was that numerous young single homeless men had been murdered by Nilsen and no-one even missed them. Some years after Dennis Nilsen was convicted, I encountered Dr Paul Bowden, one of the ‘experts’ in the Nilsen case. Paul Bowden was one of those called upon the ‘assess’ me when the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales perjured themselves and had me arrested in early 1991. Bowden was one of those who knew about the criminality of Dafydd et al but who said nothing (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Bowden worked at the Maudsley, where Dafydd had ‘trained’ and Bowden had also worked closely with Professor Robert Bluglass, who concealed the criminal conduct of Dafydd, Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services et al in 1989 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Many years ago I found the transcript of a public lecture that Bluglass had given, of a ‘my brilliant career’ type. Bluglass waxed lyrical about murderers that he had known but failed to mention that there was a dearth of evidence in some of the cases that he discussed, there was merely rumour and speculation. Bluglass discussed Dennis Nilsen – the journal in which the lecture was published  was illustrated by photos. Someone had recreated the imagined scene in Dennis Nilsen’s kitchen where he was alleged to have boiled someone’s decapitated head on the stove and for effect there were tufts of hair sticking out from under the saucepan lid. The journal was very complimentary about this touch. Now if one of Bluglass’s patients had done that for a laugh, it would have been recorded in triplicate and used as evidence as to how dangerous that patient was for years to come. In much the same way that Dafydd and Bluglass agreed that I was really quite mad and dangerous because I called Dafydd a wanker, yet Bluglass’s daughter Amanda – who fancies herself as an avant garde artist – can embroider a sampler with ‘Happy Fucking Holidays’ on it and display it on the internet. I don’t mind if Amanda Bluglass wants to do that, but it certainly illustrates that her father was moving goalposts.

Perhaps Dennis Nilsen did invite all those men back to his house, strangle them, have sex with them and then dismember them in the kitchen as alleged. Someone definitely killed someone, there were some human remains found. But beyond that no-one can be sure of anything very much because so many of the ‘experts’ involved were not only out of their depth but endemically corrupt liars as well.

 

Four years after the Nilsen trial, Bowen worked on the Railway Murders, two of which had been carried out by John Duffy and three by his close friend David Mulcahy. In 1988 Duffy had been convicted of two killings but acquitted of a third – that of Anne Lock – because of lack of evidence.

But 10 years into his sentence, Duffy named Mulcahy as his accomplice in some 25 rapes and three murders near suburban railway stations in north London, including the unsolved killing of Mrs Lock. Unlike the other two victims, she had been suffocated by a sock stuffed into her mouth. In Sept 2000 Bowen returned to the Old Bailey to testify about the tape that had bound Mrs Lock’s hands and was cross-examined on exactly how the tape had been fastened to her fingers, corroborating the story that Duffy had given. As a result Mulcahy was convicted of three murders, seven rapes and five counts of conspiracy to rape and given a whole life sentence.

David Bowen was born at Pontycymmer, near Bridgend, south Wales. After Caterham School and Garw Secondary School, Pontycymmer, Bowen completed a medical degree at University College of Wales in Cardiff and took a Master’s at Corpus Christi, Cambridge. He completed his training at Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Bowen was pretty much the same age as Gwynne the lobotomist – who also trained at the Middlesex. Bowen undertook house officer posts at the West Middlesex and London Chest Hospitals and followed them up with two years in the RMAC.

Such is the nepotism among Top Doctors that Bowen will have known Gwynne and Dafydd.

Bowen trained in clinical pathology and histopathology at the Royal Marsden Hospital and in 1957 was appointed as Demonstrator in Forensic Pathology at St George’s Hospital Medical School.

In his memoirs, Bowen recalled how a telephone call and an interview led to a job as ‘bagman’ to Professor Donald Teare. It was a ‘rare chance to gain a foothold in such a specialised sphere’ and Bowen seized it.

Bowen carried out forensic investigations into many notable cases, including the murder of Ross McWhirter who was shot on the doorstep of his north London home by the IRA in 1975; the death of the teacher Blair Peach at an anti-racism demonstration in London in 1979 and the killing of PC Keith Blakelock, hacked to death in the riots on the Broadwater Farm Estate, Tottenham, in 1985. Bowen also conducted autopsies in the wake of the IRA bomb at the Baltic Exchange in London in April 1992.

In 1999 Bowen was asked to provide a report on the case of Roberto Calvi, head of Italy’s Banco Ambrosiano and known as ‘God’s banker’ because of his close ties to the Vatican. Calvi was found hanging below Blackfriars Bridge in 1982. Bowen had been retained by lawyers acting for Italian insurers dealing with a claim by Calvi’s widow on a $4 million life insurance policy. She and her son insisted the banker did not take his own life, as the police had concluded.

Bowen believed that evidence pointed to Calvi having been forcibly taken to the bridge, possibly by boat, and to his having been the victim of foul play. In 2007 five Italians tried for Calvi’s murder were acquitted.

The Roberto Calvi case is yet another one in which no-one knows what to believe because of the very questionable track records of so many who were involved with it.

Another case of Bowen’s cases was the death in Spandau prison in 1987 of Rudolf Hess. A British consultant surgeon, Hugh Thomas, who attended Hess, sought Bowen’s opinion on the cause of Hess’s death. Bowen scrutinised two separate postmortem reports, one prepared on behalf of the Four Powers (Britain, the United States, the Soviet Union and France) and the other drawn up on behalf of Hess’s family.

The Four Powers believed that the prisoner had hanged himself using electrical cord he had found in a shed. But Bowen agreed with Hess’s son that the alleged method of Hess’s hanging left considerable doubt about the truth of the matter. Suicidal hanging, Bowen noted, usually leaves few marks on the neck or internal tissues because of the invariably short drop. In Hess’s case the autopsy had found bruising in the deeper neck tissues. Such bruising, Bowen reasoned, while unlikely to occur in a case of hanging, is, however, a feature of strangulation.

Bruising to the top of the head – again as found in Hess’s case – is also unlikely to occur in hanging. ‘Doubts must remain’, Bowen concluded, ‘on the reliability of the official statement given concerning the death of Rudolf Hess.’

As well as his London appointments, Bowen was examiner in forensic medicine at the Universities of Saudi Arabia and Colombo, Sri Lanka. David Bowen married, in 1950, Joan Davis, with whom he had two sons and a daughter. Following her death in 1973 he married, in 1975, Helen Landcastle.

Bowen will have been part of the Dafydd and Gwynne network, so once more, who would ever know whether his opinion was worth anything at all.

 

I am left with the possibility that the ‘delusions’ of F are probably as reliable as the expert opinions of the tightly knit bunch of crooks who carried out so many of the autopsies and inquests of those 60s and 70s rock stars. They managed to condemn Timothy Evans to hang, although people were told very clearly at the time that the police had forced a confession out of Evans, had written his statement themselves and that the evidence wasn’t convincing.

The other thing worth noting is that Kathy Etchingham ended up as a Top Doctor’s wife, but when she went to London she was a 16 year old runaway with a troubled background. She was also from Derby – where a paedophile ring with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales operated. Hendrix called Kathy his ‘Yoko Ono From Chester’. Did Kathy end up in London via Chester? Chester was a major part of the north Wales sex trafficking network.

 

There is someone who is still very much alive who could fill us all in on many of the mysteries from swinging London who, like Kathy Etchingham, dines out on her status as someone who was at the heart of it all but who experiences brain fades at very convenient moments – Michael Howard’s wife Sandra, who is the former model known as Sandra Paul.

Michael Howard was the Home Secretary who ruined Mary Wynch as she had the temerity to continue her fight after it was admitted that Dafydd did indeed have Mary unlawfully arrested and imprisoned for a year (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

Sandra was the daughter of an RAF Top Doctor and seemed to have been expected to lead a rather pointless life when she was young, so she went to London and ‘became a model’. Sandra boasts of having been photographed by David Bailey and Norman Parkinson. She knew JF Kennedy, Frank Sinatra – aka Ol’ Mafia Connections – and Bob Dylan.

Like Kathy, Sandra stresses that she was never promiscuous, but Sandra did get through quite a few husbands in quite a short time before she married Michael Howard. Sandra’s first husband was the jazz pianist Robin Douglas-Home, nephew of former PM Alec. Sandra and Robin’s divorce occurred at about the same time as Robin was shagging Princess Margaret. Robin killed himself in 1968 after suffering clinical depression. Someone else whom the Top Docs didn’t manage to do much for then. After she divorced Robin, Sandra married publicist David Wynne-Morgan and once she’d finished with him, he moved onto advertising exec Nigel Grandfield. Whilst married to Grandfield, Sandra was at a charity knees up on behalf of the Red Cross when she met Michael Howard, who was at that time still working as a barrister. Howard and Sandra married in 1975.

Michael Howard began life as Michael Hecht. His mum had lived in Wales from the age of six months but his dad was from Romania. What with the UK being populated by so many bigots, Michael’s dad did what many immigrants did and changed his name. Thus Michael was able to rise to the top of a party containing even more racist bastards than the other parties.

Howard was from south west Wales and went to Llanelli Boys’ Grammar School. He then went to Peterhouse College, Cambridge. Whilst a student, Howard was part of the notorious ‘Cambridge mafia’, along with Ken Clarke et al who later filled Thatcher’s Cabinet. Howard was elected as the MP for Folkestone and Hythe in 1983.

Another Tory of that era who came from the Swansea area was Michael Heseltine. Then there was Geoffrey Howe who was born in Port Talbot, the son of a solicitor and coroner. After Bridgend Prep School, Howe went to school in England then went to Trinity Hall where he too became part of the Cambridge mafia. Howe worked as a barrister on the endemically corrupt Wales and Chester Circuit, along with Ronnie Waterhouse and so many others who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and co. Howe investigated the Ely Hospital Scandal in 1969 – conditions at the North Wales Hospital were known to be worse but there was no investigation. Howe was Solicitor General under Heath, 1970-72. Howe served as MP for Bebington on the Wirral, 1964-66, then for Reigate in Surrey, 1970-74, then for East Surrey, 1974-92.

Geoffrey Howe knew about Dafydd and Gwynne (and of course George Thomas) even before Sir Peter Morrison was elected as MP for Chester and began abusing kids in north Wales and Cheshire.

Geoffrey has turned his toes up but his widow Elspeth is still with us. Elspeth is a peer in her own right – Blair made her a People’s Peer, along with all those paedophiles’ friends. Elspeth was Deputy Chairman of the EOC, 1975-79 – so she’ll have known the paedophiles’ friends who log jammed that organisation them – and was Chair of the Broadcasting Standards Commission. Just in case anyone had thought of screening a TV expose of Dafydd et al…

Do you have anything that you wish to declare Elspeth?

Elspeth is a relative of Camilla, as in the Camilla who is married to Prince Charles.

 

Sandra Howard was interviewed by the ‘Express Online’ in 2014, to promote her novel. Sandra stressed although she drew upon her days as a 60s It Girl for her novel, she’ll never write an autobiography. No, she would never dare.

Sandra told the Express that ‘the invitation to the White House came while she was staying with the British ambassador David Ormsby-Gore and his late wife who was godmother to Sandra’s eldest child, Sholto’.

David Ormsby-Gore aka Lord Harlech was later killed in a car crash. After Lord Harlech did that stint as the US Ambassador, Ormsby-Gores have a habit of dying in unfortunate circumstances. Alice Ormsby-Gore was engaged to Eric Clapton – who was a mate of Hendrix’s – and died of a heroin overdose. Eric has since admitted that he introduced Alice to heroin, treated her appallingly, managed to give up heroin himself and left Alice wrecked. One of the Ormsby-Gores shot himself and Francis Ormsby-Gore – who lived near Harlech rather than at the family seat in Shropshire – showed every sign of having come under attack from the paedophiles’ friends. For the full details of the many suspicious deaths among the last two generations of the Ormsby-Gores and the way in which poor Francis found his life falling apart once he’d been helped by the Top Doctors, see post ’95 Glorious Years!’.

Sandra states that she ‘was invited to the White House at a time when the special relationship was extremely special,’ she says.

Sandra met Ol’ Mafia Connections when she was 20, through a friend of her first husband Robin. Sinatra introduced them to Marilyn Monroe. ‘Frank invited us to California to discuss the idea for a book about him and his music. We were with him much of the next three months. Since he was between girlfriends and looking after Marilyn I met her at social events.’

Through Sinatra, Sandra also met Ava Gardner and Ella Fitzgerald. But Marilyn made the biggest impression: ‘Marilyn had to feel loved by all and wanted by every man in the room,’ recalls Sandra of a dinner party where Sinatra insisted everyone was served ‘telly dinners on individual trays’ and she found herself seated next to Marilyn ‘feeling awash with my own inadequacies’.

Never mind Sandra, you might have been green with envy but Marilyn was found dead in questionable circumstances whilst in the care of Top Docs and the down side of Marilyn wanting to feel loved and wanted by every man in the room – or people believing this of her – was that predators like JF Kennedy and Ol’ Mafia Connections moved in on her.

 

I don’t think that F, the Hergest patient whose life was destroyed by Dafydd and the paedophiles as described in my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’, personally witnessed the death of anyone like Hendrix or Brian Jones, but he did know people who may well have been at or near the scene.

From what F told me, his life only seemed to begin unravelling after his father died. F had begun his life of excess before then, but he seemed to have a great ability to evade the sort of consequences which other people would have experienced. On one occasion F’s car was stopped and surrounded by armed police, after a prank that he and his friends had played with a replica gun at an airport. The gun was definitely not a real one, but pretending to be conducting an armed robbery was the sort of thing that would have landed most young men in prison. F wasn’t even charged. I heard many such tales from F and in passing he used to sometimes comment that the police were always OK about it because ‘they knew my dad and everyone liked my dad’. F’s dad was a Freemason. F used to stress to me that he had no knowledge of his dad ever abusing that position, as far as he could see Freemasonry was just a benevolent charitable organisation. When F’s dad was dying, he was cared for by the Royal Masonic Hospital and after he died the Masons helped the family financially.

After F’s dad died, F’s family suffered very badly. The family business – which had been a thriving one – went tits up in a major way and his mum, who had grown up in south Africa, returned to Capetown because there was nothing left for her in Surrey.

F then found himself constantly threatened and arrested by the police in Surrey and again when he moved to north Wales in 1979. F really enjoyed his recreational chemicals so there was plenty that the police could legitimately have pursued him for, but the police did a bit better than that. F was constantly fitted up for ludicrous offences which he had not committed. By the time that I knew him, this was undoubtedly happening to F because he was being targeted by Dafydd and the paedophiles.

There was another factor in F’s life as well, a factor that I believe F had seriously underestimated – his father-in-law, who was a society dentist in Surrey and was networked to Top Docs in Harley Street. F knew that his father-in-law hated him, although F did get on very well with his mother-in-law. After he married his wife, C, C revealed to F that her father had offered to pay her not to marry him. C was quite rebellious, didn’t get on with her father anyway and although she had a very volatile relationship with F, in many ways they were incredibly close – they are now pensioners and long divorced, but they still see each other. C refused to be bribed by her father. C later told F that after they married, her father gave her what he called ‘running away money’, a sizeable sum to leave F ‘when’ she decided to do that.

C didn’t ever utilise the running away money, but there were certainly traumas. F was constantly ending up in psychiatric hospitals and some of his experiences in those in the south of England before he ever reached the clutches of Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were quite extraordinary. He was nearly murdered by another patient in one hospital and although he was deemed to be far too ill to look after himself, he was discharged because the doctor on duty judged that the patient who had attempted to murder him was very probably going to try it again and they couldn’t keep F safe. So he was discharged onto the streets. Which is a good deal more common than the Top Docs ever admit.

What was happening throughout this time was that F’s father-in-law was conducting a very cosy relationship with the Top Doctors who were ‘caring for’ F. F did find out about this on two occasions and had serious bust-ups with the Top Docs concerned, but F seemed to think that it had only happened on those two occasions. I suspect that it was happening systematically. F did not like Top Doctors and certainly didn’t trust them, but he had no idea of the depths of corruption in medicine, the professional loyalty that Top Docs feel towards each other which nearly always takes priority over patients’ welfare and that the Harley Street crowd are the worst of the lot. F used to comment that his father-in-law was such a greedy horrible man that dentistry was a most inappropriate profession for him – but greedy horrible people working in healthcare are not unusual. When F first told me about his ‘evil’ father-in-law, I took the view that a society dentist probably wouldn’t be overjoyed at his daughter marrying someone with F’s lifestyle so a clash was inevitable. Then a couple of people whom I knew from Bethesda met F’s father-in-law when he visited his daughter and both of these people – one of whom was a conservative wife of a local businessman – remarked to me ‘gosh, C’s father is a really unpleasant man, I couldn’t feel at ease with him’.

I never met C’s dad, but I suspect that he was the sort of cold sadistic martinet that Gwynne the lobotomist was.

F’s in-laws lived in Weybridge in Surrey, as did he before he moved to north Wales.

Geoffrey Howe was a Surrey MP and senior member of Thatcher’s Gov’t whilst Thatcher’s friend and another member of that Gov’t, Sir Peter Morrison, abused kids that Dafydd delivered. The MP for Weybridge throughout many of the years that F did battle with his father-in-law and whilst F found himself banged up and harassed by Dafydd and the paedophiles, was Sir Michael Grylls – dad of the Boy Scout Bear – who, along with Sir Peter Morrison, was involved in the lobbying scandal re Ian Greer Associates (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).

 

I know how Dafydd works and it is by using corrupt contacts within a corrupt network. I think it highly likely that F found himself fitted up in Risley Remand Centre because of some sort of deal that was done between F’s father-in-law and Dafydd. I am not going to name C here or her father-in-law, because we are talking serious organised crime and C is a potential witness. But there is someone else who I think might have played a role as well – someone who knew how corrupt Dafydd was, who didn’t like him but who was very aware of how comfortable his own life was and how difficult it would be if he crossed Dafydd’s path.

Step forward Jeff Crowther, the former psychiatric nursing manager at the Hergest Unit. Jeff came from Guildford, just down the road from F’s father-in-law and Jeff’s mother still lived in Surrey when Jeff worked at the Hergest.

Jeff: They killed your fucking wife for God’s sake and sent a thug after you. I am in hiding and none of them have ever stood trial. You might be prepared to take this sort of shit from a bunch of gangsters but I am not. Hand yourself in and fess up and whilst you are about it name everybody else involved. I do not know how any of you can live with yourselves, you knew what they were doing to people. It’s not as if they treated you any better, why do you think that Lil ‘never recovered’ once she ended up in the hands of Ysbyty Gwynedd? Just how bloody weak are you all? People DIED so that you could keep your job as an Angel and go to festivals with Gareth and Penny every summer – where you hung out with the rock star children of the paedophile gang… Was it really worth it?

Just call me The Green Green Grass of Home…

Only I don’t think that I am quite so fucking green as a bunch of dickwits who colluded with serious organised crime and I’ll be naming all of them. There was barely one person working in the NHS in north Wales who did not know something about the deaths, the organised sex abuse, the large scale drug trafficking and the en masse embezzlement of NHS funds. How about another interview with the ‘Daily Post’ then suckers, telling the world about all those vicious attacks that you have to endure from the Dangerous Psychiatric Patients? Somehow I don’t think that it’s going to save your bacon.

Perhaps John Mullen, the former CEO of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust, who allowed his staff to conduct themselves in this manner and who failed to investigate every complaint about them, would like to explain what the ‘special arrangement’ with BT that he and his colleagues had going was. A new telephone sir? Of course. Will that be On The Special Arrangement? No need to talk receipts or invoices, just tell us who wants the phone and we’ll install it – the bill will be going to the Trust, no questions asked. Because they’re all a bunch of crooks in the finance dept as well. Hefin Davies, the Chairman of the Trust, Freemason and friends with the crooks of that parish who knew those involved with the massive theft of slate at Penrhyn Quarry will also have known about the Special Arrangement…

 

 

I am still unclear as to why Capitalist Extraordinaire Martin Sorrell resigned in a hurry the other day. Sorrell began his career with Saatchi and Saatchi who have links to the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), but I’ve found a link between Martin Sorrell’s company WPP and dear old Ronnie Waterhouse as well. I’ve nearly finished reading Waterhouse’s autobiography and gosh Ronnie did have a lot of friends in high places, as well as a personal connection with most of the paedophiles’ friends. No wonder William Hague gave Ronnie a call and told him that he would be Chairing the cover-up. I’m planning a mini-series of Ronnie-related posts, Ronnie’s friends and relations are too numerous to be dealt with in only one post. Meanwhile, here’s a little taster.

 

Among Ronnie’s many friends was Woodrow Wyatt, the most dreadful old bigot who advised Thatch and wrote one of those ‘The View From The Bar Stool’ columns for the ‘News Of The World’, telling the working classes why the millionaire Thatch – whose friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison was raping children from north Wales whom Dafydd had delivered to him – was On Their Side.

Woodrow was the Labour MP for Birmingham Aston, 1945-55 although he was also a friend of HM the Queen Lilibet, Thatch and Rupert Murdoch. In 1959 Wyatt was returned as the MP for Bosworth in Leicestershire where he remained for many years. So he will have known about Greville Janner, Frank Beck and the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal. Whilst out of Parliament, Wyatt worked as a reporter for ‘Panorama’, in which in 1957 he revealed ballot-rigging in the ETU (Electrical Trades Union). It was through the ETU that Waterhouse got to know Wyatt – Waterhouse represented the ETU in court and curiously, although he lost the first big case that he did for them, he mentioned that from then on the ETU passed much work his way. In the mid-80s Wyatt played a role in the negotiations between Murdoch and the electricians’ union, aiding Murdoch’s move to Wapping. Wyatt opposed sanctions against apartheid South Africa. Like Ronnie Waterhouse, Wyatt was a good friend of Roy Jenkins. Jenkins spent years concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al and in later life acted as an adviser to Tony Blair (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’).

Wyatt’s daughter Petronella worked at ‘The Spectator’ and famously had an affair with Boris Johnson.

Woodrow Wyatt also hung out with Bertrand Russell – Wyatt conducted many interviews with Russell. Russell used to go and have tea with Woodrow and friends at Clough Williams-Ellis’s house at Llanfrothen.

 

In the late 1950s, Ronnie Waterhouse – in between dining at the Savoy (yes, even as a struggling young lawyer Ronnie was a regular at the Savoy and at Glyndebourne and of course at the Waldorf, where Ronnie’s dad used to stay when he went down to London to visit Ronnie) – was a member of a group of people who were mostly drawn from the Labour Party who imaginatively called themselves  ‘The Group’. This was to distinguish themselves from the Bow Group, which was comprised of friends of Ronnie et al – although Ronnie was for quite a while active in the Labour Party (before he became a Liberal), he was also mates with many Tories, including Geoffrey Howe.

The Group thought that they tasted success in 1960, when they renamed themselves ‘The Labour Manifesto Group’ and presented their ideas at the Labour Party Conference. Their 1960 effort was co-authored by Tony Crosland and Philip Williams. Crosland was used by Blair’s mate Ernest Armstrong to conceal child sexual abuse in the north east of England on the part of those who had strong links to Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

Ronnie stated in his autobiography that ‘two of the main moving spirits’ in The Group were Bill Rodgers and Dick Taverne. Ronnie’s proud boast is that some members of The Group became the nucleus for the Campaign for Democratic Socialism, which supported Hugh Gaitskill. They also ran off and joined Dr Death in the SDP years later. Ronnie himself left the Labour Party when Wilson became leader. Not because Wilson was a crook, but because he was dangerously left wing for Ronnie’s tastes.

 

Ronnie’s biggest lifelong buddy was of course Sir Robin Day, who was just so appalled when Lord Lambton cheerily fessed up to sharing a bed with some call girls and smoking a joint. If only Lambton been molesting kids in care and killing witnesses.

Waterhouse also knew Lord Aberconway, the 2nd Baron, of Bodnant Gardens fame. As did Bertrand Russell – the Aberconways were another family who hung out at Clough’s place and had tea with Bertrand. The 2nd Baron was one of Ronnie’s lawyer colleagues, but as Ronnie observed, Lord Aberconway was such a hopeless lawyer that the Clerk of the Court had to write the summing up and hand it to Lord Aberconway, who would then read it out.

Ronnie ingratiated himself to another north Wales family, the Pennants, who owned an estate not far from Ronnie’s turf at Holywell. The Pennants were an off-shoot of the slave trading Penrhyns of Penrhyn Castle fame. One of the descendants of the Pennants who lived near Ronnie is Antoinette Sandbach, star of this blog. Antoinette is the Tory MP for Eddisbury. Her dad was the highest ranking Freemason in north Wales throughout those years when the North Wales Police found no evidence of a paedophile gang, when Ronnie’s Public Inquiry found only a few Welsh sheep shaggers to blame and when other witnesses were found dead yet no questions were asked. Antoinette’s family have been doing favours for Dafydd and the paedophiles for years – her grandmother Geraldine was the President of the Denbigh branch of the Royal College of Midwives. Antoinette is a barrister. She won’t have dared become an historian with her ancestry. For more details of Antoinette and her proud family see post ‘News Round Up, 19 January 2018’.

 

Ever the one for keeping his eye open as to who around him it might be worth shamelessly toadying to, Ronnie was acutely aware of the presence of the Mostyn family in north Wales. Ronnie observed that Lord Mostyn was only interested in sheepdog trials – with neighbours like Ronnie I imagine that the sheepdogs would be rather better company – but Ronnie didn’t mention another younger member of the Mostyn family whom he will have known of.

Sir Nicholas Mostyn was born in Lagos, Nigeria. Sir Nicholas is a British High Court judge.

Sir Nicholas’s father was a British American Tobacco executive, thus Mostyn grew up in Nigeria, Venezuala and El Salvador. He was educated at Ampleforth College – alongside Edward Stourton. Mostyn studied law at Bristol University.

Mostyn was called to the bar in 1980 and earned the nickname of ‘Mr Payout’ after winning a number of notable cases including representing the wife of footballer Ray Parlour and winning the 1000 day marriage case for the wife of a leading City of London fund manager where no children where involved. Mostyn was retained by Fiona Shackleton in Paul McCartney’s divorce case with Heather Mills. Mostyn has been highly critical of the CSA and undertook pro bono cases involving the CSA where he thought there was an important issue of law involved. Mostyn has said:

The first CEO of the CSA who presided over so many disasters and injustices – some of which led to suicides – was Ros Hepplewhite. Being let loose at the CSA was her reward for those years of sterling service as the CEO of MIND, 1989-92, during which time Ros concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales as well as elsewhere (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

(F received communication from the CSA in which he was accused of failing to concern himself with the upkeep of the baby whom the paedophiles had stolen from him. Because F had been bled dry, even the CSA didn’t in the end demand money off him. So then they investigated his new wife to see if they could extract any dosh out of her.)

In 2015, Mostyn was removed from a case after he went against a landmark ruling of the Supreme Court concerning the rights of disabled people (namely that they have the same right to ‘physical liberty’ as non-disabled people).

Mostyn’s bonanzas included that which he won on behalf of Sandra, the wife of Martin Sorrell, a sum of £29m. Mostyn represented Di’s brother Charles Spencer – who’s track record towards female partners is not too brilliant. After losing the right to have the case heard in a closed court session, Spencer was upset at the final settlement. Mostyn, a keen farmer, named his latest batch of seven pigs after his thoughts on the case’s High Court judge, Mr Justice James Munby: James, Munby, Self-regarding, Pompous, Publicity, Seeking, Pillock. Earl Spencer later unsuccessfully sued Mostyn.

Mostyn was the presiding judge over the highly controversial decision a few years ago which authorised an NHS Trust to deliver a child by emergency caesarean section, as the mother was judged to have lacked capacity to have consented to the operation herself. The mother was an Italian citizen who was visiting the UK and during her visit she suffered a severe bipolar episode. The child was later the subject of a care application by Essex County Council. The mother was utterly distraught and pointed to her stable home and family in Italy as the reason why to have done all this was outrageous and damaging. There was much talk of Mostyn having read the opinions of Top Docs and social workers before he made his decision. Unfortunately Sir Nicholas, they lie. If they knew what they were doing and were honest, one could come to sensible decisions on the basis of their opinions, but at the moment that cannot happen.

It was Springfield Hospital who pioneered performing Caesarean sections on women who ‘didn’t know their own minds’. Shortly after I left their clutches in the early 1990s, they performed a Caesarean on a silly young thing who worked as a veterinary nurse and who explained that she had a phobia of hospitals and did not think that she would cope with a hospital birth. She was sectioned, detained at Springfield and given a Caesarean at St George’s against her wishes. It was a disaster. She had a breakdown, couldn’t bond with the baby and over the next few months repeatedly attempted suicide. Her baby was taken into care. She sued and was told that the Top Docs had acted entirely in her best interests and lost the case. She gave an interview at a later date and explained very clearly how her life had been completely destroyed by the actions of Springfield Hospital.

From what I saw at St George’s not long before that event, the silly girl’s care on the delivery suite at St George’s would have probably been OK. A lot of the midwives there were very good, as were most of the Top Docs, although there was a lot of snobbery and casual racism among the Top Docs. One (female) Top Doc told a colleague of mine – another medical researcher – that ‘the midwives are all really thick, especially the black ones’. How bright was the researcher who repeated this in my presence, after berating me for being friends with the midwives? Er – well her boyfriend, a police officer with the Met, had just secured them  and their friends tickets to see ‘The Bangles’ in concert. The police officer had bagged tickets for the front row so that, my colleague told me, ‘the lads can look up the girls skirts’.

I say that most of the Top Docs on the delivery suite were good – most of them were and two of them were actually normal, pleasant people among much lunacy. There was however a Top Doc called Joseph who did all he could to get out of work, including declaring himself to be conscientiously against abortions. It was openly discussed by the other Top Docs that Joseph was anti-abortion because it was one less job for him. Then there was another one who was just as lazy as Joseph but more senior. He engaged me in an interesting conversation about how he went to Ronnie Scott’s several times a week and it was really great, I should try it. I was a little worried throughout this conversation because a midwife kept coming up and asking him to help with a birth because the woman had been pushing for a long while and she seemed to be in trouble. He batted the midwife away three or four times. I thought that if I stopped the conversation perhaps he would take a bit more notice of the now frantic midwife, so I went down to the other end of the ward. The jazz fan continued to sit there, chilling out, he read a newspaper and listened to a bit of music. I then noticed all hell break loose – the patient whom this man had refused to help was now in serious distress and a disabled baby was a very real possibility – WHOOPS, emergency caesarean necessary…

The midwife who’s pleas were ignored for over an hour wasn’t even black. Interestingly enough the jazz fan was, he was Nigerian.

So as long as women giving birth at St George’s managed to avoid the small number of lethal Top Docs – not that they would ever have been given any indication at all that the Doc caring for them was lethal, most patients are incredibly trusting and believe that standards in medicine are high and are robustly enforced and Top Docs always reassure patients of this – they would be OK. So I doubt that it would have been the staff on the delivery suite at St George’s who will have destroyed the veterinary nurse who didn’t know what was best for her.

It will have been Springfield. The brutal, drug-dealing, swearing, screaming Angels of Springfield who were the henchmen for the Top Docs who were concealing a sex trafficking gang, who admitted in writing that they knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting the patients but agreed with Dafydd that I really was very dangerous when they found out that I knew at least some of what Dafydd was up to (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

There was another person doing a PhD at St George’s in the late 80s/early 90s who may well have known about Dafydd et al. This man had previously worked as a psychiatric nurse at Prof Robert Bluglass’s empire in Birmingham, the Reaside Clinic. He had not been very complimentary about Bluglass – he told me that there were wards at the Reaside Clinic which were frankly dreadful but Bluglass ensured that no-one ever visited them. Bluglass concealed Dafydd’s crimes and also was called upon to ‘investigate’ the serious problems at Ashworth and blame the murders, violence and sexual abuse there on the patients rather than the staff (see post ‘Security, Security’).

So Dr Mark Roy, how about making a statement about old Bluglass and his crimes and the many other crimes that you will have gained knowledge of at St George’s, then during your stint in the Dept of Psychiatry at Oxford University – home of Prof Tom Burns and Professor Mark Williams who also concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles. After Oxford, Mark Roy bagged himself a job at the Dept of Biobehavioural Health at Pennsylvania State University, but I suspect that Mark left there under a cloud. He is now a senior lecturer in the School of Psychology at the University of Central Lancashire.

 

As for the present Lord Mostyn – he is a young man from Chelsea who owns most of Llandudno.

 

 

The media continue to tell us all that one only has to ‘ask for help’ if one is experiencing mental distress and the fickle finger of suspicion continues to be pointed at men in particular who won’t Talk About It. Even ‘Farming Today’ on Radio 4 a few days ago had an article on male farmers who Won’t Ask For Help.

This is not what I have seen. When I lived in north Wales I knew of men who were desperately begging for help, but as with women, no help would be forthcoming. I am sure that transgender or intersex people would have had no more luck at getting any assistance from the north Wales mental health services. When I was doing my PhD there was a member of staff who worked in Bangor University who was married to a farmer. The farmer became very seriously depressed and both his wife and him begged for help from the Anglesey Community Mental Health Team. He began to talk about killing himself and said that he had thought about how to do this, he would shoot himself. After quite some time of this, the Anglesey CMHT went out to the farm, visited him, offered no help but took away his shotgun. He had another one, as his wife had told them, but they ignored her concerns. Hours later he shot himself dead.

Bridget Lloyd, the Angel who perjured herself in an attempt to have me imprisoned (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), was a member of the Anglesey CMHT at the time.

The suicide was widely discussed at Bangor University and a lot of people who knew the dead man and his widow were very angry. It was agreed by virtually everyone that it had been sheer inexcusable negligence. I was at a university function a couple of days after the farmer’s suicide and one of his friends, another member of staff, was there, fuming volubly about the idiocy of the mental health services and saying that someone should be sued. The dreadful Professor Tom Corns, latterly of the School of English at Bangor, started arguing the toss, trotting out the line that ‘it’s difficult, looking after people like that’. What the dead man’s friend didn’t know about Tom Corns is that he is married to a social worker, Pat Corns. Pat Corns spent many enjoyable years working as a paedophiles’ friend in north Wales and knew all about the unnecessary deaths, wrongful imprisonments and the child abuse. Tom Corns’s son is a Top Doctor.

I knew a number of other men in north Wales who did try and Talk To Their Doctors but who also got nowhere. I knew one man who developed a very serious drink problem and his wife confided in me that he had begun to get violent when he was drunk. She knew why he was drinking, it was because life had now got too much for him – his mum had killed himself when he was six, his dad hadn’t been able to look after him and he had literally scavenged in bins for food. This took place in rural Gwynedd in the 1970s. Most of the villagers in the village where this family lived knew what had happened to him as a child and they also knew about his alcohol problem. Finally he went to Bethesda surgery to ask for help with his ‘nerves’. He was given a prescription for valium and sent on his way.

His drinking continued and one day he arrived at my place completely bladdered and caused trouble, but didn’t actually damage anything or anyone. I rang the police at Bethesda and explained the problem and said that this man was clearly quite desperate. The policeman stated that he knew the ‘fat bastard’ and that if I wanted him arrested he’d do so. I explained that the fat bastard actually had serious problems and so far was a nuisance but not criminal. The police told me that they couldn’t do anything.

A few weeks later I heard that the same man had been the target of a malicious allegation that he’d sexually harassed a young woman. The basis of the young woman’s allegations that he was sexually dodgy was that he was a naturist who went to nude swimming sessions at the local swimming pool. Another local person went to those nudist swimming sessions as well – a local Top Doctor. I bet that no-one called him a fat bastard when he developed mental health problems or accused him of sexual harassment. Some months later the same young woman made allegations of rape against another man. She later admitted that she had made it all up – but not until he’d been arrested and held in custody on bail. One reason that this young woman’s complaints were taken so seriously by the police in the face of no evidence was her close friendships with a number of police officers. Very close friendships indeed with a number of male police officers – who in return for sex were quite happy to fit up anyone whom she cared to point the finger at. Interestingly enough, the people whom she accused had always crossed the path of the paedophiles’ friends…

Perhaps Donna Maria Morgan would like to tell everyone how she managed to have so many deep and meaningful friendships with so many social workers and police officers in north Wales. She might also like to pay me the £500 that she owes me after bouncing a cheque on me and writing me a letter telling me not to go to the police because she’s got mates everywhere ‘who’ll vouch for me’. Presumably the same mates who vouched for her when an innocent man was imprisoned on the basis of her malicious allegations.

Donna was a good mate of Denise Baker aka Denise Baker McClearns, who was for many years married to a children’s social worker employed by the Anglesey team. Prior to that Denise lived with a coke addict, who I was told, also flogged drugs to fund his habit. It was this man – Malcolm Fox – and Denise who were named by Donna as two of those who would ‘vouch for’ her should I contact the police. Denise later embarked on a career working with mentally ill female prisoners as a member of Prof Louis Appleby’s team on his flagship project re suicide. I was told that Denise was dismissed on the grounds that she was a danger to vulnerable people. So she went straight out and landed another job with vulnerable people…

 

I don’t wish to give the impression here that it was only Top Docs, social workers and police officers who abused or exploited vulnerable people in north Wales. A few other people tried their luck as well. F was a talented artist and before Dafydd et al ruined his life, he used to paint big oil paintings on 6ft canvases. When he was living in the south of England he used to sell them for several thousand pounds each. The market was far more difficult in north Wales because there were far fewer people with high disposable incomes, so F ended up with about eleven big canvases stored in his home.

In about 1993, two business graduates from Bangor University set up a cafe in Bangor called The Fat Cat and weeks they later opened another one in Chester. They made a deal with F that they would display his paintings in the Chester cafe – F might make a sale and meanwhile the cafe would have something nice on the walls. The Fat Cat men collected F’s paintings in their van and took them over to Chester. A few weeks later, one of them, Simon, contacted F and explained that there had been a break-in at Chester – the paintings were OK, but Simon and his business partner Matthew were worried that if it happened again and the paintings were damaged or stolen, their insurance wouldn’t cover it. F explained that he didn’t have transport to collect the paintings, so Simon said that he’d return them.

The paintings were delivered to F as arranged – except that one was missing. The most valuable one. Simon stated that it was slightly bigger than the others and wouldn’t fit in the van, but they’d return it soon. F waited and waited. Then he contacted Simon and Matthew and was once more told that the painting would soon be returned. This went on for many months. Then Matthew told F that if he wanted his painting back he’d have to hire a van himself and collect it from Nottingham of all places – where Matthew had a flat. Matthew had taken the painting to his flat ‘for safe-keeping’. F told Matthew that he couldn’t afford to rent a van and collect the painting from Nottingham. Matthew told F that he wasn’t getting the painting back unless he went to Nottingham. The price tag on the painting was £6k.  F went to the police to report the theft. The police told him that it was a civil matter. A very kind local solicitor wrote to Matthew  – and waived his fee – and asked for F’s painting to be returned. Matthew wrote to the solicitor and told him that F should spend his money on a van to collect his painting ‘rather than on expensive solicitors’.

Meanwhile, I had a friend who had been invited to a party at Matthew’s flat in Nottingham. There, hanging as the centrepiece, was the stolen oil painting. Matthew freely told his guests that he liked the painting so he kept it because he knew that the owner of the painting couldn’t afford to retrieve it or indeed take civil action against him.

By the time that my friend found the stolen painting, Matthew and Simon had opened a chain of The Fat Cats across the UK, had won an award for business and had stated their ambition to be create an international chain of The Fat Cats. Up in Bangor there was a stream of former The Fat Cat staff who had been treated abominably and not paid. Then there were the people who had enrolled for The Fat Cat ‘management training programme’ who found that health and safety legislation was being routinely flouted.

A few years ago, The Fat Cat chain of cafe bars appeared in the media. The business was in difficulties and the Director, one Matthew Saunders, was having to close many of his cafes because the bank had called in his overdraft without warning. Saunders gave interviews to the broadsheets about the outrageous behaviour of Lloyds Bank who had ruined the sort of business that this country needs no less.

I had a particularly good laugh at Saunders being stuffed over by the bank, as I’m sure did those waiters and waitresses to whom he owed money. The downside is that Saunders has probably flogged the painting that he stole to keep the wolf from the door whilst he works out another way of fleecing people.

I have begun wondering though. Is it possible that Saunders may have been acquainted with the paedophiles’ friends himself – that painting was stolen just when open season was declared on F…

 

One more conundrum before I finish this post. I have previously mentioned Dafydd’s habit of crashing his car every 50 miles or so and the multiple crashes that Dafydd had whilst he was flying light air craft. Dafydd was very obviously not medically fit enough to hold a driving licence yet alone any sort of pilot’s licence. From what I understand, the criteria for a pilot’s licence are stringent. One has to apply to the Civil Aviation Authority for a Light Aircraft Pilot’s Licence. There is a list of approved medical examiners. Does anyone know who was writing Dafydd’s medical reports, because I think that as ever with Dafydd, rules have been flouted.

 

 

NEWSFLASH – Carwyn announced this afternoon at the Welsh Labour Party conference in Llandudno that he is standing down as FM. Carwyn has never taken the action that he should have over the NHS, but Carwyn is the best of a very bad bunch. Paedophiles’ friend Mark Drakeford has stated that he will be ‘talking to his family’ about standing for election as FM. Now that really is an appalling vista.

Lord Denning

Cottaging At Castle Gate

Previous posts have discussed Ron Davies – the former Labour MP for Caerphilly, 1983-01, Labour AM for Caerphilly, 1999-03 and Secretary of State for Wales, 1997-98 – and how Blair was just about to confirm that Ron would be First Secretary (First Minister) in the soon to be established National Assembly for Wales when Ron was caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie and had to resign as Secretary of State (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). No-one ever quite got to the bottom of what had happened between Ron and Boogie because Alastair Campbell and Blair micromanaged what was made public about the incident. A number of versions of events were in circulation, including claims that Ron had been discovered starkers, or wearing women’s clothes. It was said that Ron had been mugged – yet Boogie the alleged mugger was interviewed by the police and not charged with any offence.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography has quite a lot to say about Ron – Rhodri was a good mate of his. Rhodri claims that Boogie ‘forced’ Ron to go to a cash machine, but kept Ron’s car because Ron forgot his PIN. Rhodri claims that the Boogie business came as a complete shock to him and questioned whether Ron really was someone who would ‘strike up a conversation with a total stranger from the margins of society on the grass verge on the edge of Clapham Common and then agree to go for a meal later that night with the man and his friends’.

Although Rhodri claimed to be completely surprised regarding the Boogie incident, he makes a number of other comments which suggest that he should not have been in the least bit surprised by it.

Rhodri admits that he had heard rumours concerning Ron’s ‘other life’, including information that Ron was frequenting a Turkish bath in Newport. There was rather very much more than a vague rumour about a Turkish bath.

Rhodri tells us that Brian Radford, a journo for ‘The People’, had heard rumours that Ron had driven in a private car up the A 470 and stopped at a public bogs known as a gay meeting place. Furthermore, ‘gay Welsh Tories’ had told Neil Wooding – ‘a prominent gay Welsh Labour figure’ – that Ron was ‘cottaging at Castle Gate’. In the same way that Dafydd Wigley claimed not to know what a paedophile was whilst spending decades as the MP for a constituency in which a paedophile gang operated which was assisted by some members of Wigley’s own party – including Ioan Bowen Rees, one of Wigley’s advisors – who occupied offices just around the corner from Wigley’s constituency office (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’), Rhodri explained in his memoir that he didn’t know what cottaging was when he was first told that Ron was cottaging at Castle Gate.

So how did Rhodri discover what cottaging involved? A ‘Labour activist in Wrexham’ who worked as a medical secretary in Wrexham Maelor Hospital ‘where related issues’ were dealt with, one Lesley Griffiths, enlightened Rhodri. Lesley explained to Rhodri that cottaging was a term for casual sexual encounters between ‘predatory men’ which took place in public bogs. Lesley certainly knew all about it. Accordingly to Lesley, because the police regularly patrolled the bogs which were known to be used for cottaging purposes and shone torches under the doors in order to see if they could count two pairs of feet in a cubicle rather than just one, cottaging men busy in the cubicles would ensure that one of them stood in shopping bags placed on the floor. Thus the police would only spot two feet and some bags of shopping rather than four incriminating feet.

I am certainly impressed with Lesley Griffiths’ knowledge of cottaging. I didn’t know that about the shopping bags until I read Rhodri’s book. Neither did I realise that Lesley Griffiths’ work at Wrexham Maelor involved matters relating to cottaging men – I presumed that she just typed up letters concerning abdominal surgery or some such matter. In 2007, nearly ten years after Ron resigned over his liaison with Boogie, Lesley Griffiths was elected as the AM for Wrexham.

In 2011 Griffiths was promoted to the position of Health Minister and what a bloody wet blanket she was. My post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’ describes how dismal Griffiths’ performance was and how she ignored correspondence from me regarding the harassment and threats that I was receiving from the paedophiles’ friends employed in the north Wales NHS. Griffiths was in post when I had to flee north west Wales after I received a midnight visitor – who was seen off by my dog – and after cars were driven carelessly in my direction at a high speed on a number of occasions. Then there was the incident when someone who had provided a statement about the harassment of me by senior managers of the NW Wales NHS Trust was threatened by a policeman with a gun. A few days later I was trailed through Cricieth and beyond by the same policeman with a gun…

None of this should surprise us. Whilst Lesley was busy being ‘a Labour activist’ she was a Wrexham Councillor. The Wrexham Councillors – with the noble exception of Malcolm King – completely ignored the activities of the paedophile gang on their doorstep. The victims of that paedophile gang were being taken to local GPs and Wrexham Maelor Hospital with non-accidental injuries that were never investigated. One boy with anal injuries was told that he had ‘piles’.

Lesley – if you knew about the intricacies of cottaging and you worked in a dept in the Maelor which dealt with ‘related matters’, presumably you would have been fully aware that teenaged boys don’t tend to have piles and that piles don’t result in anal injury. Although serious sexual assault does. How was it that you knew about the shopping bags but not about the paedophile ring, whereas I – who have never worked in Wrexham Maelor dealing with cottaging-related matters – knew about the paedophile gang on your patch, but not the shopping bags?

Lesley Griffith grew up near Wrexham and has spent her whole life there. How she missed that paedophile gang or the criminal Top Doctors and social workers who have surrounded her for her entire existence I do not know.

I’m not an aficionado like Lesley, but I knew back in 1984 that cottaging was going on in Bangor and furthermore that the particular brand of cottaging happening in the notorious Garth Road public conveniences did not involve consenting adult Ron Davies’s, but rather the propositioning of boys as young as eight by older men. The problem was so bad that a lady magistrate – I can’t remember her name – spoke about it to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’. She observed that it was outrageous that this was going on and she even gave a description of ‘the man in a flashy car’ who had been seen loitering around the bogs in question. The lady magistrate was particularly critical of the police whom she maintained were wilfully ignoring what was happening.

The reason why the business of the molesters in Garth Road public toilets being allowed to go about their business unhindered caused such uproar in Bangor was that Garth Road public toilets were situated directly opposite Bangor Police Station (the Police Station in Bangor relocated more recently). The police could have just looked out of their front window if they wanted to keep an eye on Garth Road public toilets.

Considering how serious the problem was, the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ paid remarkably little attention to it – they reported the concerns of that magistrate and then never returned to the subject. But then the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an interesting choice of articles. There was a vicious paedophile ring associated with serious organised crime operating in the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor but never a word was published about it. There was bugger all coverage of the matter even when the Waterhouse Inquiry was taking place.

What the Bangor and Anglesey did publish however was articles in praise of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – particularly in 1993-95 when Dafydd had become too embarrassing even for the NHS in north Wales and there was pressure on him to retire, pressure that he was doing all that he could to resist (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). The ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ entertained the patients of the Hergest Unit by repeatedly describing Dafydd as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’. Dafydd was not even a forensic psychiatrist let alone Europe’s leading. The Mail also waxed lyrical about the excellent forward thinking North Wales Hospital Denbigh, which according to Dafydd’s interviews with the journos was ‘unique’. Which I suppose was true, mental health care was and still is near-universally appalling in the UK but as far as I know Denbigh was the only institution with a dungeon for the unlawful imprisonment of the victims of a sex trafficking gang.

When I perused my medical files I discovered that the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an even cosier relationship with Dafydd than I realised. In 1988 a friend of mine who had experienced the joys of Dafydd’s idiocy and pomposity thought that it would be entertaining if we sent a completely mad letter to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ under Dafydd’s name, repeating his expressions and his crazy ideas to see if they would publish it. Our letter was remarkably similar to the nonsense that Dafydd came out with when he addressed the Welsh Baptist Union in 1971 and told them that learning Bible verses in Welsh when one is a child can protect against a ‘serious moral collapse’ (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’). We sent the letter off to the Editor but to our disappointment it was not published.

Many years later I found a photocopy of our letter in my medical files. It was attached to a compliments slip from the ‘North Wales Weekly News’ (the larger sister paper of the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’) along with a note saying ‘The attached letter was sent to the Bangor and Anglesey Mail purporting to come from Dr DA Jones. He has asked me to pass it onto you.’ The note was signed ‘Penny Bosworth, reporter’ and Penny had helpfully provided everyone with her phone number – 362747 – should any of the paedophiles’ friends wish to get in touch.

As the comedian Mrs Merton would say, ‘so Penny Bosworth, how did you become so friendly with a man who was running a sex trafficking ring?’

Someone at the Mail obviously did believe that the letter was from Dafydd because it had been prepared for publication – the photocopy showed up the marks that newspaper editors make on pieces before the edition goes off to be printed. I have no idea who on the Mail realised that the letter was too crazy to even be from Dafydd and called in Dafydd’s mate Penny Bosworth.

Our spoof letter was not the only extract from the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ that turned up in my medical records. In 1996 the mental health services manager for north west Wales, Alun Davies, in collaboration with the paedophiles’ friends at even higher levels in the NHS than him, was well on the way to closing down the day centre at the Hergest Unit. The day centre was the only bit of the mental health services in north west Wales which actually worked and was very popular with the patients. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusive and threatened to assault patients in their own homes, the Top Doctors were all mad and constantly had patients arrested for bizarre and trivial reasons, most of the best staff had left the wards as the Unit had gone further and further downhill at the hands of Alun Davies, but the day centre had a number of friendly, more competent staff and was also a place where a lot of patients who were isolated and living in poverty could meet their friends and socialise.

In true ‘service user involvement’ style, the patients were told that the day centre was ‘under review’ and that they were to be ‘consulted’ about the closure. The patients were horrified to hear of the plans to close the day centre and all voted to keep it open. Because the patients had voted the wrong way, more votes and focus groups were held and the patients were told that the day centre was very bad for them and furthermore that it was ‘old fashioned’. The patients continued to vote in favour of the day centre. Then an auditor was sent in – that was a real scream, because the auditor also came up with the wrong answer. He concluded that the day centre was providing an excellent service.

Then individual interviews were held and patients were directly asked why they insisted upon attending the day centre instead of making appointments to see the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. Patients responded with comments such as ‘because one of them said that he would hit me’ but that wasn’t recorded. Instead it was recorded that patients were ‘misusing’ the NHS by visiting the day centre in order to access the coffee facilities and lunches. That was true for some patients, but what wasn’t recorded was that numerous patients were living in such poverty that they couldn’t afford sufficient food. This was because the Arfon Team and Top Doctors had not told most patients about their entitlement to disability benefits, so many patients were living at sub-benefit levels. The day centre staff knew about this, as did the occupational therapy team – but they were told that helping with benefits advice was not their remit.

It is worth noting here on what grounds the Arfon Team and Top Docs refused to help patients with benefit claims or indeed housing. People were refused help if they ‘had upset people’. I and other patients noticed that the patients who were said to have ‘upset people’ were those who had complained about Dafydd and the paedophiles. As one patient said to me more recently ‘so I upset a gang of paedophiles 20 years ago and now I can’t get the help to which I am legally entitled’.

That was the sum of it. The day centre staff had a policy of supplying biscuits and milk and coffee for the patients because they knew that many of them didn’t have those things at home and I know at least two of the occupational therapists brought in old clothes and bits and pieces from their homes in order to supply patients with basics. Patients were also having their teeth extracted when they had toothache because extractions were cheaper than fillings.

‘Oooh it’s never been this bad in the NHS, it’s Carwyn’s cuts’. No it’s not, it’s the bloody paedophile gang wreaking havoc. Retired nurses from Denbigh had yachts moored off Anglesey and second homes in Florida (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), Dafydd was reputed to be a millionaire but the patients couldn’t afford food and toothpaste.

Then Alun Davies announced that the free bus travel which most of the patients relied upon to get to the day centre would be withdrawn. So only the four or five financially well off patients with cars and those within walking distance of the day centre could actually get there. Attendance dropped from over 200 during the week to less than 30.

Alun Davies announced that after ‘extensive consultation with the service users’ it was clear that the day centre was ‘under used’ and that it would therefore be closing. Davies then tried to sack one of the occupational therapists who had been bringing old clothes in to help the patients who couldn’t afford clothes.

Before the day centre closed its doors – the day centre was turned into offices, which is what hospitals should be used for of course – I and other patients wrote letters to newspapers, MPs etc.

In my medical records, the copies of the letters that I wrote to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ in defence of the day centre are lovingly preserved.

 

After the day centre closed down a number of patients became destitute and others were found dead. So many people died that one of my friends started referring to the National Holocaust Service. Other patients just went off the radar and disappeared.

The attack on the day centre began in about 1995. Just as the demands for an investigation into the possibility that a paedophile ring was at work in north Wales could no longer be ignored. By the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway, support – and indeed basic medical care – was being withdrawn from many mental health patients. Before Ronnie Waterhouse had completed that Report the day centre had closed and en masse destitution and deaths had begun.

After the old fashioned day centre was shut down, there was an increased investment in ‘other community services more appropriate to patients needs’. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team blossomed and there were even more of them employed to threaten patients, have them arrested and refuse to provide any services to patients who had upset people. A room above a disused pub in Caernarfon was opened on a Tuesday as a ‘community facility’ for patients in Gwynedd. The room wasn’t heated and there was no coffee provided, so a farmer’s wife from near Caernarfon – who was appalled at what was happening to patients – volunteered to go in every Tuesday and cook a communal meal.  She provided the ingredients herself. There was transport provided though – a minibus did a journey through the hill villages and picked up the few people who fancied spending a Tuesday in a freezing cold room above the disused pub.

The farmer’s wife told me that one week an old man from Penygroes who was in a very bad way was loaded onto the minibus by the driver. The old man had just put his clothes on over his pyjamas, he hadn’t eaten, washed, shaved etc for days and once he got to the room above the disused pub, he just sat there all day unmoving and also wet himself. The farmer’s wife observed that if that had been one of your relatives you’d have taken them straight to A&E. But no-one did, the minibus driver loaded the old man back onto the bus at the end of the day and took him back to Penygroes. The old man wasn’t at the disused pub the next week – he had been found dead in his house.

When I told Brown about this, Brown observed that the North West Wales NHS Trust operated on the same principle as the Nazis did when they transported people to the concentration camps – they counted the bodies onto the trains and counted them again at the other end but didn’t bother to note if anyone had died during the journey.

Alun Davies might as well have installed a gas chamber for the Hergest patients. Davies told so many bloody lies that no-one would have noticed if he had invited people to go into the showers but something other than water was coming out.

 

It was repeatedly alleged that the North Wales Police colluded with the paedophile gang operating in north Wales. The Chief Constable of North Wales, 1982-94 – David Owen  – flatly refused to co-operate with the first major investigation into the possible existence of a paedophile gang in the region. I have mentioned previously that one of the police officers who was constantly ordered by the mental health services to arrest me was Sgt Tim Evans. I was told by a third party that Sgt Evans made it clear that he thought that the whole situation was farcical and was asking why a hospital full of highly paid consultants were summoning the police on an almost daily basis to ‘deal with’ patients who had simply complained – I was one of the highest profile people in this position. At one point Sgt Evans refused to arrest me and I understand that he told the paedophiles’ friends that I had rights too and he just couldn’t arrest me when I had broken absolutely no law.

In response to Tim Evans refusing to wrongfully arrest me, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) wrote to Chief Constable David Owen and complained about Tim Evans. Francis stressed that Tim Evans and his colleagues were merely a bunch of uneducated plods but that the Top Doctors were Experts and knew how dangerous I was. Tim subsequently turned up at my place on every occasion after a ludicrous complaint was made about me to haul me off to the police station, although he did apologise for this, explaining that if he did not do it he was going to be disciplined and could be sacked.

Tim Evans undoubtedly knew what the paedophiles’ friends were up to – he had lived opposite Mary Wynch in Caernarfon for a start and he knew what had happened there (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). I presume that he was one of the many police officers who knew how bad the criminality was but it was prevalent at such a high level in the North Wales Police that he was unable to challenge it.

Sgt Evans may well have been right to have been worried. In the summer of 1987 Sgt Morgan of Bangor Police Station stuck his neck out to protect me in the face of the grand plan of Dafydd et al to frame and imprison me for ‘trying to stab a doctor’ (see post ‘Workers Play Time’). Alun Davies bellowed at me that ‘we’ll be making a complaint about him’. A few months later Sgt Morgan was prosecuted for indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in Bangor Police Station and was sacked. That must have been the first time in the history of north Wales that the word of a 14 year old girl under arrest had been taken above that of a police officer. The indecent assault constituted Sgt Morgan putting his hand in the back pocket of the girl’s jeans whilst searching her – interestingly enough Sgt Morgan claimed to be searching for condoms.

Now Sgt Morgan may well have done what he was accused of doing. Sgt Morgan was famously obsessed with sex and did enjoy discussing it with people under arrest. However, Sgt Morgan’s ‘indecent assault’ on the girl occurred at a time when Dafydd was unlawfully imprisoning people who had suffered serious sexual assault in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital. Why was Sgt Morgan held to account in a way in which no-one else was? Furthermore victims of the paedophile gang were regularly fitted up for serious offences. Interestingly enough, Jeff Crowther, a psychiatric nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty before Sgt Morgan’s trial had taken place.

Sgt Morgan seems to be in the same category as John Grant Jones, the former Clerk to the Magistrates in Bangor, who after a career at the heart of the paedophiles and their friends, was prosecuted for fiddling his pension entitlements and was sacked in 2005 and stripped of his OBE. By the time that the Dept of Constitutional Affairs sacked John Grant Jones, he had become the Justices’ Committee Chief Executive.

I remember John Grant Jones very well, he was rather nicer to the defendants in Bangor Magistrates Court than many other people were and he knew that people were being framed by Dafydd et al. Even if he did fiddle his pension, fiddling the pension really does pale into insignificance in comparison to what else was happening in the criminal justice system in north Wales. John Grant Jones was the first person to be stripped of his OBE in north Wales. All the corrupt senior police officers, NHS managers and Top Docs are still in possession of their gongs, even Elfed Roberts who decided that he was going to leave the North Wales Police when it was noticed that he seemed to be very wealthy and leading a gold-plated existence for a policeman. The Elfed whom I was told was known to be ‘corrupt’ back in the 1970s when he was still just a sergeant in Llangefni.

So who was Lord Chancellor – the person who presided over the Dept for Constitutional Affairs – when Jones Grant Jones was stuffed over yet the paedophiles’ friends were allowed to hang onto their jobs and gongs? It was Charlie Falconer.

Spit it out Charlie – what did John Grant Jones know about who that resulted in him being shot at dawn?

 

Chief Constable David Owen was President of the ACPO in 1990. He came from Gwynedd – he was the son of a police sergeant himself – but served with the Metropolitan Police, Lincolnshire Police, the Merseyside and Dorset forces before returning to North Wales.

Michael Argent succeeded David Owen as Chief Constable of North Wales. Argent didn’t refuse to investigate the organised abuse of children in north Wales, but he refused to allow another Chief Constable to oversee the investigation, although by then part of the remit was to investigate the North Wales Police themselves after allegations had been made that police officers were abusing children.

Former Superintendent Gordon Anglesea received the full support of the Police Federation throughout the years that he was accused of abusing children in care and even after he was convicted and imprisoned in 2016. Anglesea died in prison and at the time of his death was planning an appeal. The Police Federation were supporting him and there had been offers from barristers to represent Anglesea free of charge. The Police Federation turned up in force at Anglesea’s funeral to give him a good send off.

There are quite a few references in my medical records to police who were very obviously colluding with wrongdoing on the part of the paedophiles’ friends. There are of course the references to Superintendent Roberts from Bangor Police Station and the ‘deal’ that he had with Dafydd to wrongfully arrest me, unlawfully deliver me to Bryn Golau – the locked ward – at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh where the nurses were instructed not to let me out by Dr Neil Davies. The nurses told Neil Davies that they were very unhappy at being involved with this ‘deal’ because it was illegal, but Neil Davies explained to them that they weren’t guilty because the deal was between Superintendent Roberts and the Top Doctors – all the nurses had to do was to refuse to let me go (see post ‘How I Arrived At Denbigh’).

There are a number of references to a Chief Inspector Parry of Bangor Police Station who seems to have been very accommodating with regard to the paedophiles’ friends in 1988. In 1988 I was living in Surrey and working at the University of Surrey as a member of the cancer research team led by Professor Vincent Marks, who’s brother John Marks was Chairman of the BMA at the time. The shenanigans behind the scenes – including the plagiarism of my work which was then published by Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University Medical School of whom I had never heard until the other day and the involvement of a colleague of Dr Tony Francis’s in a scandal which resulted in a member of a related cancer research team being found dead – are described in my posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

I was continuing to write to the NHS in north Wales requesting that my complaints should be investigated. I received no replies other than threats to prosecute me on the grounds that I was ‘harassing’ people by my letters and demands that I stop writing to them.

A letter dated 24 Aug 1988 from Dr AH Chadwick of the BMA’s Welsh Office in Cardiff to Dr DJC Davies, the Chief Medical Administrative Officer for Gwynedd Health Authority, refers to their meeting in DJC Davies’s office on 8 July 1988 and expresses ‘extreme concern’ about my ‘antics’. My antics being those letters of complaint which detailed the serious criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. Chadwick wrote that ‘today I have been requested by the four BMA consultant psychiatrists for urgent assistance’ and that he has now received ‘further alarming reports’ about me. The ‘four BMA consultant psychiatrists’ are the paedophiles’ friends Tony Francis, his wife Sadie Francis, Dr M. Devakumar and Dafydd.

On 2 Sep 1988 PM Rees, an administrator for Gwynedd Health Authority, wrote to Chadwick, ref