The Point Is To Change It

Previous posts and my post ‘Lest We Forget’ discuss the complete destabilisation of Bangor University by Dafydd’s gang and their associates from 2003 onwards, the witch-hunt to which my PhD supervisor and his wife were subjected and the plan to completely shaft the then VC, Merfyn Jones, because I had gained a PhD, was undertaking post-doc work and Brown and I had begun publishing about the excesses of the mental health services. Many paedophiles’ friends who were at each other’s throats united with a common purpose because the criminality that they had all been involved with for years was just so serious. The leader of the pack was Prof Fergus Lowe of the School of Psychology, who had built his career and his power base on overthrowing Dafydd’s influence in the University in the late 1980s and replacing it with his own equally toxic influence (see previous posts eg. ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’ and ‘Feet In Chains’.)

As described in ‘Lest We Forget’, I realised that things were getting very nasty when I received a message from someone who’s daughter had died in the care of the mental health services in Powys telling me that a TV journo wanted to make a documentary on the appalling state of mental health care in the UK and they were interested in my story, yet the day before filming was due to begin the journo asked me to smear the VC when I was interviewed. When I refused I was told that filming could go ahead when I changed my mind. I heard no more, but I had previously been asked by an Angel who worked at Bangor University to place damaging untrue stories in the press about Merfyn after this Angel read an interview that I had given to a newspaper regarding the mental health services in Gwynedd…

Other gems were me being told that Professor Dylan Jones-Evans, an adviser to the Tory Party, intended to ‘blacken Merfyn’s name’ but he was going to wait until Merfyn’s wife had died before doing so, because it ‘will look bad’ if he did it while Nerys was terminally ill. Why was Nerys dying?? Just the little matter of the Top Docs at the Walton Centre finding that there was ‘nothing that they could do’ with regard to Nerys’s brain tumour. Of course some people do die from brain tumours, but Nerys died at a most convenient time for all those people who had stated that ‘we will get rid of him [Merfyn]’ before Nerys ever became ill. Dafydd’s gang ran the Walton Centre (see previous posts). Nerys had crossed the path of the gang herself in the early 1990s, which had resulted in fallacious allegations being made in ‘The Guardian’ about a senior sociologist at Bangor and Nerys was never forgiven (see post ‘Badlands’). Years later she married Merfyn and when he was appointed VC it was just too much for those we know and love to cope with.

At about the same time that Nerys died, a social worker who had been a colleague of Dafydd’s gang, along with her husband, was singing the praises of the Walton Centre who had successfully treated her for a brain tumour and now she was even back at work!

Ah the doctors they were wonderful!

Nerys and Merfyn were/are not neurosurgeons. How would they have ever known if the Top Docs – Dafydd’s associates – had told a few porkies about Nerys’s condition? Neither could they have relied on the second opinion of any other Top Docs; as experience has shown with me, Brown and two other witnesses, cross the paths of Dafydd and the gang and you will not get effective treatment no matter how ill you are and no Top Doctor at all will admit the truth, even if they keep a civil tongue in their head, a smile on their face and indulge in their very best ‘ooh don’t worry, we’ll look after you dear’. I have 30 years worth of documentation which demonstrates that.

At the same time that Dylan was waiting for Nerys to die so that he could blacken Merfyn’s name, another group of paedophiles’ friends were boasting about their plans to frame Merfyn for a crime.

Just before Nerys died, Fungus was telling Bangor University staff that they could forget about Merfyn now, he was finished and Fungus was in control. Dylan however was seriously pissed off because Merfyn ‘had been on his last legs but because he’s had compassionate leave he’s looking a bit better’.

It was widely known in the University that these things were happening, it was openly discussed. I was told that the RAE results were going to be terrible because so many people had co-ordinated to ensure a poor outcome to embarrass Merfyn, because his strategy was to build Bangor into a university with a solid research base. When Merfyn addressed the staff of the School of Education in his capacity as VC, I watched as, at 3-30 pm, the alarms of the watches of nearly everyone in the room went off simultaneously and they all walked out together, leaving Merfyn, my PhD supervisor and one Professor alone in the room with the post-lecture buffet. Many of those who staged the walk-out had previously worked as teachers in Gwynedd when that paedophile gang caused havoc, particularly among SEN kids. Brown and I had a lovely time with that buffet but if I’d been Merfyn I’d have sacked every one of those bastards. The associates of a gang of paedophiles on £40-50k pa who bugger off home at 3-30 pm and make a point of doing so when the VC has arrived to discuss the future of the University…

After the paedophiles’ friends walked out, an e mail was circulated to everyone in the School of Education from an ex-PE teacher inviting all to a meeting to discuss the very big threat that Merfyn posed to them what with his dangerous ideas of building up the research base of the University. My PhD supervisor turned up to find out what was going on only to find himself barred from entry. Paedophiles’ friends only!!!

Other joys at Bangor University at the time were the Finance Clerks Who Say Ni, who modelled themselves on the Knight Who Say Ni in ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail’. None Shall Pass…

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When we were writing big research grant bids which needed to be accompanied by spreadsheets detailing projected staff costs, materials, everything down to the last penny – which takes days and was the job of the finance dept – some of the finance clerks (not all, but enough of them to cause chaos) would simply say ‘you fill in the spreadsheet’ when they were presented with the documentation. They didn’t just do this to post-docs, I saw the delightful Gareth Who Said Ni flatly refuse to complete the spreadsheet needed by a senior Professor. The Finance Clerks Who Said Ni however did manage to fill in the spreadsheets required by Fungus and the Psychologists and Fungus didn’t even have to chop down a tree with a herring or give the Finance Clerks Who Said Ni a shrubbery. Faced with the Finance Clerks Who Said Ni, I completed my own spreadsheets. The procedure was that the bids had to then be signed off by the Chief Accountant. So I went over to his office, only to find that he was ‘in a meeting with the Psychology Dept and will not be available until next week’. By which time the deadline for submitting the bid would have passed. So the Chief Accountant Said Ni as well.

After the Finance Clerks Who Said Ni successfully caused serious problems, the Translators Said Ni. Because Bangor University is bilingual, all public lectures have to be accompanied with Welsh-English translation facilities and I and my colleagues used to do that for our seminars as well. As the paedophiles’ friends became angrier and angrier, we noticed that translators who had been booked weeks in advance either didn’t turn up to the events or turned up so late that we were unable to hold the lecture or seminar. We couldn’t go ahead without the Translators Who Said Ni because it would contravene the bilingual policy.

The Translators didn’t just Say Ni to small seminars held by my colleagues and I. The Translators Said Ni to Merfyn as well and they did it in spectacular style. At one major public lecture given by the VC which had been very heavily advertised and was fairly crucial, all the translating equipment was checked at the start of the lecture, as usual. It was working. Merfyn began giving the lecture – in Welsh – so all the English speakers put their headphones on. My headphones failed first. I signalled to the translator; I was ignored. Then other people’s headphones failed; they were ignored… Then our headphones came back on again, as Merfyn continued speaking. Then, through everyone’s headphones, loud and clear, came the sound of someone having a pee in the bogs next door. There is no way that was an accident, a Translator Who Said Ni took a microphone into the bog with them and ensured that the sound of them piddling was transmitted into everyone’s headphones. Merfyn had no idea what was happening but he noticed the expressions on the faces of those in the lecture and knew that something was going on. Everyone was far too polite to tell him what the Translators Who Said Ni had done, so after the lecture I told him: They recorded themselves pissing in the loos and made sure that the whole audience heard.

A mole has told me that the Translators Who Said Ni staged these happenings particularly when I was at the events. As usual, the desire of the paedophiles’ friends to cause problems for me screwed things up for a lot of other people as well.

OK Finance Clerks and Translators Who Said Ni, now I’m going to tell my readers where this spiteful campaign against me, my PhD supervisor and Merfyn ended up and I look forward to you trying to justify what you all resorted to.

 

Towards the end of his term as VC, Merfyn was appointed as a member of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. The excesses of the NW Wales NHS Trust, the mortality rate, the litigation and the downright criminality of that Trust (see previous posts) had become so excruciatingly embarrassing that even the Welsh Gov’t could take no more and Edwina Hart, the then Health Minister, dissolved the Trust, along with the other two lethal, disastrous Trusts in north Wales and replaced them with the Betsi.

We cracked open the champagne, literally, foolishly believing that the services of the bunch of crooks and conmen – all associates of Dafydd – who had caused such destruction in the NHS in north Wales would now be dispensed with. Sadly not. Edwina’s past as a trade unionist and politician who had ignored so much criminality on the part of those we know and love meant that she was deeply compromised and couldn’t deal with them. There was a ‘no redundancies’ agreement with the NHS unions and almost every single one of those lying crooked bastards was recycled into the Betsi Board at their previous salary level, although I had given Edwina Hart enough documentary evidence to have had some of them arrested and charged, particularly Martin Jones, the CEO and Elfed Roberts, the Chairman. See previous posts.

Elfed was the only one who was not recycled into the new Betsi; he was given a seat on the Board of the Welsh Ambulance Trust instead. Martin had a job created for him, as the Director of the Workforce. There were ructions, people in north Wales were outraged at these crooks who had overseen such suffering and chaos just being transferred over to the new organisation. The outcome was that they were surrounding Merfyn, who was a new face in the NHS and the new CEO of the Betsi, Mary Burrows.

I and someone who made a witness statement about the threats and harassment to which he had seen me subjected were told repeatedly that ‘they won’t win’ and ‘when they lose, your life won’t be worth living’. Mary received death threats and I was told by a charming character that ‘we’ll take her out’. NHS union reps turned up to Board meetings and discussed threatening tactics outside in the corridor before the meetings got underway. Martin Jones began a blog, ‘The Workforce Director’s Blog’, which was no more than a vehicle for undermining Mary Burrows; every post was full of veiled insults and threats that were understandable to those of us who knew what was happening behind the scenes. Lies were spread about Mary in the locality and there was race hatred whipped up, Mary being American. I sat in meetings and heard racist insults and abuse directed at Mary.

After some months of sitting as a Betsi Board member, Merfyn resigned as VC. This was because he had been appointed as a SPAD to Leighton Andrews, the Welsh Gov’ts Education Minister and it would have been a conflict of interest for Merfyn to have held both positions. A rumour was sent around the University by the paedophiles’ friends that Merfyn had been embezzling the University funds and that was why he resigned.

After a year of Mary and the Betsi Board doing their best to reign the paedophiles’ friends in, an even bigger mushroom cloud went up when Merfyn was appointed Chairman of the Betsi. What followed was a wonder to behold.

Elfed Roberts began a campaign of terror against Mary and Merfyn when the Menai Deli, a sandwich shop which supplied the WRVS cafe in Ysbyty Gwynedd, lost the contract to Ginsters, a company based in Leicester. Not that is was anything to do with Mary and Merfyn, it was a decision made by WRVS HQ. Elfed’s campaign was based on the alleged ‘discrimination against a small Welsh business’. The small Welsh business in question being the Menai Deli, which happened to be owned by Elfed’s mates. Furthermore, its only contract was with the WRVS cafe in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Elfed’s wife was a leading light in the WRVS in north Wales. The Menai Deli was nothing more than a sub-contractor with regard to the cafe and it had bagged the contract through nepotism, it was not a ‘small Welsh business’, it was a scam. ‘Butty Wars’ was all over the ‘Daily Post’ for weeks and got as far as the London-based newspapers. WRVS HQ were subjected to hate mail and threats and the whole business affected their fund raising. See previous posts. Butty Wars succeeded in making north Wales look dreadful, just a bunch of racist, anti-English neanderthals.

The image of Wales was further tarnished at about the same time when Peter Hain’s house was surrounded by pro-hunting protesters and them telling journalists that Peter Hain ‘isn’t even Welsh, he’s fucking South African’. (I think that he’s Kenyan actually.) By the way liberators, Peter Hain’s mates were blown up and killed when he was in South Africa because he and his friends fought a bunch of racist bastards; Peter Hain was a braver man than you wankers. He came to the UK because he would have been killed if he’d stayed in South Africa. Furthermore, because he still insisted upon defending the rights of black people in South Africa when he was in the UK, someone tried to fit him up for a bank robbery and even after he was cleared, the old git of a Presiding judge insulted him. That judge was Sir Alan King-Hamilton, a friend of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse, Sir Ronnie being the man who concealed the VIP paedophile ring run by Dafydd and the gang.

Oh so you’re going to protest outside Peter Hain’s house because he’s not Welsh?? Why don’t you take a few corrupt judges who assisted a gang of paedophiles along with you, I’d recommend Huw Daniel myself, Huw’s Welsh as well, his dad was one of the founders of Plaid (see post ‘Tan yn Llyn’). Huw Daniel has spent his whole life kicking Welsh people who aren’t as privileged as him in the teeth. Is that to your liking? After you’ve invited a few corrupt Welsh judges to join you outside Peter Hain’s house in your protest re his racial origins, go and get your DNA analysed. No, it won’t show that you are related to the ancient Welsh Princes, no matter what Dafydd Iwan thinks, but you will find that you share over 90% of your DNA with vegetable matter, as does every other human being on the planet. DNA’s like that, it’s not very helpful to racist idiots.

I remember the dear old NF slogan well: ‘Racial purity means national security.’ Unfortunately for the NF, the Brits are one of the most mixed ‘races’ on earth…

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After the cause of Butty Wars was sadly lost, there was an attempt at a repeat performance when a lovely little Welsh company owned by Welsh people in the heart of Wales called Blas ar Fwyd lost its contract to supply the patients’ snacks trolley in Ysbyty Gwynedd with cakes containing even more sugar than Mr Kripling’s cakes. Who owns Blas ar Fwyd?? Dafydd’s son, Deiniol ap Dafydd.

Calon Lan!

Elfed and Dafydd only wanted the best for the patients of Ysbyty Gwynedd, which was why they ignored the sky high mortality rates and flogged the patients butties and snacks produced by businesses owned by their friends and relatives.

I knew someone who kept Elfed under observation during Butty Wars, while Elfed was picketing Ysbyty Gwynedd. Not only did Elfed use his time on the picket line to try to find tenants for one of the bungaloids that he owns, but he went in for making a few new friends on Facebook. However the silly old bugger was new to Facebook and he didn’t put any privacy settings up, so one could network among Elfed’s Facebook friends. Hilarious, there were retired coppers from forces known to have had problems with police corruption and the Chief Accountant of Bangor University was a Facebook friend of one of Elfed’s Facebook friends no less…

When Elfed was Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust, he had me repeatedly arrested, on one occasion for having pink hair and calling his car a penismobile. On another occasion Elfed had me arrested for ‘harassment’, the harassment being sending the Trust ‘reams and reams of e mails’. Which I did, I was trying to follow up a complaint that I had made after I’d been refused treatment and threatened by Angels and had been subjected to an attempt to frame me for a crime when I tried to access medical help . If somebody had investigated my complaint I would not have needed to have sent reams and reams of e mails. On that occasion, I was interviewed by a DC Steve Power, who admitted in front of the lawyer who accompanied me to the station, that Elfed had ordered my arrest because he was ‘fed up’ with me. Steve Power then told us that he was retiring in a matter of days anyway and that none of this was to do with him. I was released without charge. See post ‘After The Attempt To Frame Me…’.

I recognised DC Steve Power. He was the officer who some years previously had flatly refused to take down my complaint regarding an Angel and three healthcare assistants who had assaulted and injured me. The lawyer who witnessed DC Power’s taped confession re Elfed ordering my arrest because he was fed up with me was Frances Jones. I asked her to send me copies of Power’s taped confession but I heard no more from her. Frances Jones’s name appears on documents that my lawyers only sent me some three years ago. Frances was one of the lawyers involved in one of the attempts to frame and imprison me on the basis of the perjury of Gwynedd Social Services and Tony Francis et al back in the late 1980s/90s. See previous posts.

I saw Frances Jones again a few months after my arrest. She was sitting behind me at the memorial service for Prof Duncan Tanner, the Director of Research for Bangor University. Duncan died suddenly and unexpectedly in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd, during a routine procedure that is not considered at all risky. Unless you’re in the hands of Ysbyty Gwynedd of course. At Duncan’s memorial service, a number of people insulted Merfyn. As Frances Jones sat behind me I heard her telling other people that the huge problems in Bangor University were a result of the VC.

No Frances, the problems were the result of the associates of a paedophile gang, who, including you, are a bunch of lying, multifaceted crooked bastards.

One of my friends in north Wales told me that Frances Jones is considered to be an excellent lawyer who is much in favour with ‘the villains of Anglesey’, ‘she gets them off every time’.

Anglesey County Council – located at Llangefni – has been famed for its corruption for many years and children in care on Anglesey were abused. Some Anglesey County Councillors went to prison and returned to their roles as Councillors when they were released.

Regular readers will know that Elfed was previously Acting Deputy Chief Constable of the North Wales Police and was obliged to leave the force under a cloud smelling strongly of corruption (see previous posts). Back in the Good Old Days, Elfed was the Sergeant at Llangefni Police Station on Anglesey. Elfed was one of those coppers at Llangefni who was mates with Dafydd, Dafydd living about four miles away from Llangefni. A veteran of Welsh language protests told me that she and her mates were assaulted by Elfed when they were campaigning.

After Dafydd’s charidee CAIS began providing ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales, the heroin problem in the region exploded. Particularly in Llangefni. No-one could work out why, Llangefni is a just a small rural market town!

 

One of the senior managers at Ysbyty Gwynedd who colluded to undermine Mary and Merfyn was Trystan Pritchard. Trystan told someone known to me that he really liked Elfed because Elfed had done so much for the Welsh language. Trystan is a Bangor graduate who, before joining the NHS as a corrupt manager, was a journo. I watched Trystan having a very chummy meetings with a journo days before yet another bad news story about Merfyn hit the local papers. Trystan is a Freemason who is relatively young for the sort of boring corrupt old fart who dresses up in silly gear.

 

After war was waged with tasty morsels baked by friends and relations of Dafydd, the forces of hell were unleashed upon Mary and Merfyn. Patients were told by Top Doctors to write to their MPs to ‘complain about them’; the appointments system was sabotaged which meant that cancer patients only received urgent appointments through the post AFTER the date of their appointment had passed; the pathology lab test results were screwed up, consistently placing patients in danger and resulting in numerous complaints; rumours were spread around Bangor that Mary and Merfyn had mismanaged the Board’s finances so badly that they were responsible for the Board’s debt (no, the previous Financial Director of the NW Wales NHS Trust stuffed Elfed and Martin over before the Trust was dissolved and the funds disappeared with her); medical records disappeared when Mary tried to investigate serious complaints and staff lied to protect abusive colleagues; and lies were told by the Top Docs, Angels and middle managers about every aspect of patient care and safety, so Mary and Merfyn couldn’t take preventative measures because the info needed was actively witheld from them.

When Mary and Merfyn organised a patients’ consultation day with regard to the mental health services, Alun Davies the former manager of the Hergest Unit turned up along with a bunch of henchmen and tried to influence the outcome. The North Wales Community Health Council, ‘the patients voice’, was colonised by Top Doctors and Christine Evans, a retired surgeon, took over as Chair while admitting on her blog that she had taken the position to keep her former surgeon colleagues at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd out of trouble after the Royal College of Surgeons had written a damning report about their misconduct. See previous posts.

The BMA joined in the fun. They mobilised the wider BMA in Wales and also busied themselves locally. A local BMA group specific to North East Wales was formed with a grandiose name; it was actually Philip Banfield and his mates. Philip Banfield is an obstetrician at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd who knows all about Dafydd’s gang, Banfield has been in north Wales for years.

On another occasion the BMA held a meeting in one of the north Wales hospitals with regard to an election which contravened all proper procedures in the run-up to an election. Mary and Merfyn told the BMA that they could not hold such a meeting on NHS premises at a time of ‘purdah’. The BMA got arsey and decamped to an hotel down the road and held their procedure-breaching meeting there.

Unlike Elfed and Martin at the NW Wales NHS Trust, Mary did investigate patients’ complaints. She was up against it because many of the staff of the complaints dept had been inherited from the NW Wales NHS Trust and they continued to insult patients and ignore Mary’s instructions to investigate complaints. The NHS unions continued to protect abusive staff.

On Mary and Merfyn’s watch, Alan Roberts, a senior Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd, was prosecuted and convicted when he threw a lady in her 80s across the ward and injured her. Roberts mounted a campaign in his defence which was backed by other Angels as well as union reps and student nurses were bullied into supporting him. He took his case to appeal, backed by his union (which I think was the RCN) and won. Roberts didn’t win because he didn’t assault the old lady, he won because it could not be proved that her injuries had resulted from him throwing her across the ward. The old lady wasn’t there to give evidence because she had died. Roberts had also impersonated a police officer which was never addressed.

Roberts ‘the gentle giant’ received much press coverage and after he won his appeal, he told the media that he would be returning to work as an Angel. Roberts’s wife was an intensive care Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd and She Stood By Him, as did his son, who was a student Angel.

After one of his court hearings, Alan Roberts shook his fist at me as he left. Why did I attend court? Because when the NW Wales NHS Trust was run by Martin and Elfed, Alan Roberts refused to treat me, threatened me and accused me of ‘impersonating a GP’. My subsequent complaint about him was never investigated and Martin told me that it was me who been ‘threatening and aggressive’ to Roberts. So Martin and Elfed ensured that Roberts remained in his job as an Angel, in a senior role, where he later threw an elderly lady patient across the room and injured her. See post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’.

 

After public protests and much ranting in the press over Mary and Merfyn’s alleged plans for the NHS in north Wales – no plans had been finalised, but the paedophiles’ friends spread panic across the region by telling bare-faced lies – Mary and Merfyn held a public meeting, at which they strove to be as honest and transparent as possible. They were met with a baying mob who threatened them with physical violence, in front of the journos, TV cameras and politicians who also attended the meeting. Not one person called for calm and the threats of violence towards Mary and Merfyn were not reported in any media outlet. What was reported was that the whole of north Wales were livid over that dreadful Mary and Merfyn who Weren’t Listening To The People.

I don’t know who the baying mob were, but I don’t think that they constituted The People. I had arrived for the public meeting early and I saw that baying mob disembark from a series of coaches, only to be greeted by a man with an NHS lanyard around his neck yelling cheerfully that ‘this is the day that Mary Burrows gets her P45’ and that today will be the day that they get the bitch out.

After threatening Mary and Merfyn, the baying mob walked out waving their fists and the meeting was closed shortly after. As people filed out of the door, the man who had greeted the coaches went absolutely apeshit. He started screaming at Mary that there would be blood and throwing chairs around the room. He was tended to by someone else who had an NHS lanyard around her neck who dispensed kind words in his moment of trauma. If that man had been an Empowered Service User he would have been arrested, charged and probably remanded in custody.

 

So who was the problem? A bunch of lying thugs who had facilitated a paedophile gang for years? Of course not, it was Mary and Merfyn as any fule kno. They listed to patients, they investigated complaints, they held public consultations, OF COURSE THEY HAD TO GO!!!

 

In June 2013, Merfyn and Mary hit the headlines of the London-based media as well as the north Wales media when they resigned after the publication of a damning report about patient care and safety at the Betsi. The report was compiled in the wake of a C difficile outbreak in which patients had died. Merfyn gave interviews and some of them are still available on BBC News Wales archive clips. He reflected on the report which had stated that there had been a breakdown between ‘ward and Board’ at the Betsi and that he and Mary had not been aware of what had been happening at ward level. Merfyn stated that he had to accept that was indeed true, they had not been aware of a number of matters of which they should have been aware. He told the BBC that he had not been able to effect change and he had therefore offered his resignation to the Health Minister Mark Drakeford and Drakeford had accepted it.

Merfyn did not tell the media that there had been a conspiracy to keep crucial information from the Board. He did not tell them that Mary and he had received hate mail and death threats. He did not tell them that I and other people who had complained about the NW Wales NHS Trust had been threatened, assaulted, repeatedly wrongly arrested and unlawfully refused all NHS treatment. Merfyn did not tell them that I had given Drakeford’s predecessor Edwina Hart enough evidence to have Elfed, Martin and a number of Top Docs and Angels arrested and that Edwina had simply refused to act. Neither did Merfyn tell the BBC that when he had been VC of Bangor University, a post-doc was asked to smear him in a documentary about the mental health services and two PhD students who were friends with that post-doc had been followed around University premises by off duty police officers and intimidated.

Perhaps Merfyn should have just said ‘I’m dealing with the associates of a fucking paedophile gang here who have deliberately let patients die in order to force my resignation’, but the BBC probably wouldn’t have broadcast that because Jimmy Savile had been a visitor to Bryn Estyn and one boy alleged that he had been gang-raped while Savile looked on.

 

 

The report that condemned Merfyn and Mary was compiled by the WAO (Welsh Audit Office) and HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales).

At the time of the report, the Auditor General for Wales was Huw Vaughan Thomas. Huw Vaughan Thomas was Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council, 1991-96. Huw was Chief Exec of Gwynedd CC while the paedophile gang were active in Gwynedd’s children’s homes and while employees of Gwynedd Social Services lied about me and other patients to the police and on oath in attempts to secure convictions against us. Huw Vaughan Thomas was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council when Patient F was denied access to his own baby on the basis of unproven allegations that he was a ‘risk’ to the baby. The baby was brought up in the care of a family with two adult male sex offenders in the household. F and other people raised concerns about one of these offenders and Gwynedd Social Services admitted that he had confessed to indecently assaulting two 10 year old boys. No action was taken against him, not even when he and his friend subsequently offered their services as babysitters and yet more complaints were made about them. F was never given access to his own child and the family whom Gwynedd placed F’s baby with later left the area. F never saw his child again and did not know where he was. See previous posts.

Huw Vaughan Thomas was appointed as Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council in the middle of the North Wales Police’s investigation into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Chester. The investigation was closed in 1992 and the police stated that no evidence of any ring had been found.

The child protection officer who denied F access to his child and who refused to even hold a case conference when F raised concerns that his baby could be at risk from the sex offenders in the household where his baby was being raised was Jo Bott. Jo Bott was a former police officer who was subsequently employed by Gwynedd Social Services.

Jo Bott alleged that F’s new wife had been ‘harassing’ the mother of F’s baby and ordered F’s wife to ‘leave her alone’. F’s wife had had no contact with the mother of F’s child since the baby was about two weeks old. The contact then was a visit to deliver clothes and a present for the baby. Because as Jo Bott knew damn well, F’s new wife had been friends with F and his stepchildren for a number of years and had paid for meals and lent the family money when they needed it. Hadn’t she Bott??? In fact the reason that she got to know F was that he found out about the attempts to imprison her on the part of Gwynedd Social Services and the Top Doctors and having been wrongfully imprisoned himself by the same people, F offered advice. F also offered other Empowered Service Users who were being abused and neglected by Jo Bott’s colleagues advice, which was why so many people used to congregate at his house in Bethesda…

Then there was the visit that F received from armed men when he put his house up for sale. No of course he didn’t tell Bott et al, but all the Empowered Service Users knew about it.

 

After Bott told F’s new wife to leave the mother of F’s baby alone, F’s new wife received nearly £1000 worth of bills from F’s former partner which had been run up in F’s name, along with a demand that she pay them. Then a few weeks later came a demand for some baby equipment. Oh then after that F and his new wife were offered baby photos of the baby that F was not allowed to visit – accompanied by a demand for more money of course…

Leave her alone??? F and his new wife wished that the malicious cow had moved to Jupiter but it really was quite difficult to escape her as the baby was wheeled past their house at regular intervals.

Then there was Martin, a young man who had witnessed everything re F’s baby, who was found dead in the road near Bethesda, at about the time that Huw Vaughan Thomas took up his job as Auditor General for Wales. Martin had witnessed rather more as well, because he was the father of the baby of F’s former partner’s daughter’s baby. Martin applied for custody when he discovered that the mother of his baby was battering the living daylights out of the baby. Gwynedd Social Services told Martin that they would be awarding custody to his former partner if she turned up to the hearing. Fortunately for Martin and his daughter, Mandy couldn’t even be arsed to go to the hearing so Martin was able to bring up his little girl. Until he was found dead that was.

So Huw Vaughan Thomas, who presided over this nightmare, had the final say on Merfyn’s performance as Chair of the Betsi Board!!!

For the full background on Huw Vaughan Thomas and his long list of public appointments – Huw has also been Chief Executive of Denbighshire County Council and a member of the Parole Board, among many other things – see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’.

Huw: presided over a murderous paedophile gang:

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Why was there was vacancy as the Auditor General for Wales for Huw to step into? The vacancy arose when Jeremy Colman, the former Auditor General for Wales, resigned and was in 2010 jailed for the possession of child porn (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’).

 

Huw Vaughan Thomas wasn’t the only person who was responsible for those harsh words about Merfyn, I must be fair here. After all, HIW compiled the report in partnership with Huw Vaughan Thomas. The Chief Executive of HIW was Dr Peter Higson. Peter Higson had previously been a clinical psychologist at the North Wales Hospital; the manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and the manager of the mental health services across the whole of north Wales. Peter Higson was a colleague of Dafydd’s and a good friend of Fergus Lowe.

Peter Higson had a little break away from his multiple roles in the NHS as a facilitator of Dafydd’s gang. In the early years of the millennium, Higson was the interim Chief Executive of ELWa, a Welsh quango responsible for education and training. The Chair of ELWa was Enid Rowlands. Who is married to Huw Vaughan Thomas. Enid is a psychology graduate who comes from north Wales! Just like Peter! There was a bit of a row in 2003 when Enid was Chair of ELWa because £2 million found its way into the pockets of a company called Avanti and no-one could explain where the money had gone after that. Enid refused to resign, even when it was revealed that accounting procedures had not been followed and that conflicts of interest had not been declared when Peter was appointed as interim Chief Exec of ELWa, even though Peter was a Director of the North Wales Health Authority and Enid Chaired that Authority!

Enid has clocked up nearly as many public appointments as her husband has. Among other things, Enid was/is Chair of the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority; was a member of the GMC for eight years; was UK Chair of Victim Support; was a member of the North Wales Police Authority; was/is a member of the S4C Authority; was/is a member of BUPA Council. See previous posts, including ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’.

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ELWa eventually disappeared in disgrace although sadly Enid didn’t and Peter Higson was appointed as the Chief Executive of the newly created HIW. In that role, Peter Higson refused to investigate all of my very serious complaints about the North West Wales NHS Trust. But then Peter had, years previously, refused to investigate all of my complaints about Dafydd et al and Gwynedd Social Services.

 

So, after Merfyn was set up and blown out as Chair of the Betsi, a new Chair was appointed. It was Dr Peter Higson. After Higson took up the Chair of the Betsi Board, HIW was declared to be in such a sorry state that it was ‘not fit for purpose’. Peter Higson was the only Chief Executive that HIW had ever had and he had been there from its creation.

Do any readers know if the creation of HIW might have been the idea of a man called Peter Higson or one of his friends or relatives?

When Peter Higson was appointed Chair of the Betsi Board, Margaret Hanson was appointed as his Vice-Chair. Margaret had previously worked as a children’s and family social work team leader for Cheshire Social Services. Dafydd’s gang operated in Cheshire as well as in north Wales, through the social services. Margaret was also a Councillor in Cheshire. Margaret Hanson is married to David Hanson, the Labour MP for Delyn in north east Wales. David was also a Councillor in Cheshire; Davies was appointed as Miranda’s PPS in 2001, when all those people were yelling in the aftermath of the publication of the Waterhouse Report that Waterhouse had been a huge cover-up. See previous posts for further info about the Hansons.

When Peter and Margaret took over at the Betsi, Margaret commented to the media that she was appalled at the state of the Betsi and she really didn’t know what those previously at the helm had been thinking of.

It is now more than five years since Merfyn and Mary resigned from the Betsi. Mary sadly died of cancer a few years ago, but not before the ‘Daily Mail’ published an article about her, denouncing ‘her shameful legacy’. There has been scandal after scandal after scandal at the Betsi since Mary and Merfyn resigned. There have been allegations of severe staff bullying and an Angel who blew the whistle on the Tawel Fan Scandal, the biggest EMI patient abuse scandal in the history of the UK, received death threats and was sacked by the Board. Not one of the Angels who were filmed undercover swearing at patients who were crawling around naked on floors covered in faeces and urine was disciplined. The Angels gave interviews to the ‘Daily Post’ stating that there was nothing wrong with the care in Tawel Fan ward and that the relatives who complained were ‘troublemakers’. Some of the same Angels were subsequently caught abusing patients in the ward to which they had been transferred after Tawel Fan closed down. None of them have been disciplined.

The obstetric service at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd was found to be so dangerous that a hit squad was sent in from the Welsh Gov’t to ‘turn it around’. There were accusations that the behaviour of one obstetrician was so crazed and intimidating that it had caused meltdown in the service. Phil Banfield is the senior obstetrician at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. The Board was placed in special measures and the first goal of the hit squad was to ‘achieve normality’ in the maternity service. The Board remains in special measures all these years later because normality has still not been achieved.

The abnormality of the obstetric service at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd had obviously been missed by Huw Vaughan Thomas’s wife Enid, who was Chair of the North Wales Health Authority long before Mary and Merfyn got near the Betsi. But Peter Higson, being a Director of the North Wales Health Authority had missed the abnormality along with Enid. But then Peter’s mate Prof Bob Woods from the School of Psychology at Bangor University has been north Wales’s expert in dementia care for decades now, so he must have been something to do with the abnormality at Tawel Fan. Another of Peter’s many roles was that of a lecturer on the clinical psychology course at Bangor University. Bob Woods was Director of that course and before the North Wales Hospital was closed down, clin psy students did their ‘training’ placements under the lecherous eye – and hands – of Dafydd.

Peter Higson is also a member of the Council at Bangor University. After Peter was appointed to the Council, Bangor University awarded Peter’s sister, Dr Ruth Hussey, an honorary degree. Ruth was Chief Medical Officer for Wales, 2012-16. Ruth was CMO for Wales when the Betsi was failing to achieve normality, in spite of the best efforts of the hit squad from the Welsh Gov’t. See post ‘Topsy and Tim’ for further details of Peter And Ruth’s biographies.

 

Well after Merfyn and Mary resigned, the Betsi Board effectively went bankrupt and the Welsh Gov’t bailed it out. Several times. But still the Board couldn’t manage. The Board has a recruitment crisis in every aspect of its work, no-one wants to work for the NHS in north Wales in any capacity. Litigation against the Board is soaring and the Public Services Ombudsman for Wales has spoken out repeatedly about the worrying number of complaints that he is dealing with about the Betsi. The mortality and suicide rates for north Wales are some of the worst in Europe and have got worse since Mary and Merfyn departed.

Since Mary and Merfyn resigned, the Betsi’s performance, on every measure, has plummeted and the Board has sunk so deeply into the red that it doesn’t make sense for the Welsh Gov’t to talk about giving the Betsi a bail out to enable it to balance the books. The Board is bankrupt, has been for quite some time and it is sinking deeper and deeper and deeper.

 

The Tory AM Mark Isherwood some months ago made a speech in the Senedd in despair at the state of the Betsi and the patient harm and deaths, ending it with ‘this cannot be allowed to continue’. Vaughan Gething, the Welsh Gov’ts Minister for Health told Mark to stop talking down the NHS.

As for those politicians who sat in silence in that public meeting some six years ago while an organised mob hurled threats and abuse at Merfyn and Mary, they are still in office. One was Darren Millar, the Tory AM for Clwyd West. To be fair to Darren, he is the only politician who in recent years has called for prosecutions with regard to the abuse of patients at the Betsi.

Another of the politicians was Plaid’s Llyr Huws Gruffydd. I had met Llyr before I saw him sit in silence at that meeting. I had previously e mailed him and given him full details of the extended neglect and abuse of a friend of mine at the hands of the mental health services in north Wales. Llyr wrote me a very nice e mail back saying that this sounded shocking. When the mental health services heard that I was writing to politicians, they admitted my, by then, very very ill, suicidal friend to a psych ward in Wrexham Maelor Hospital. Llyr turned up and the Angel in charge told him that there were no problems at all re my friend. Llyr told me that my friend was in safe hands. My friend was discharged the next day and, once more, unlawfully refused NHS care. He became destitute and nearly died some months later. I never heard from Llyr again, although I did e mail him and tell him what was happening to my friend.

The third politician who sat in silence at the public meeting was the Labour AM for the Vale of Clwyd, Ann Jones. Ann Jones regularly comments on her support for the NHS and its wonderful staff. She has never said a word about the escalating horror prevailing at the Betsi since Mary and Merfyn’s departure. But then Ann Jones never said a word about the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal despite being on the scene throughout it all. Jones was born and educated in Rhyl, was a Rhyl Town Councillor and a Denbighshire County Councillor. Ann Jones is Deputy Presiding Officer of the Welsh Assembly. I am still on the mailing list for many of the things which I was involved when I was still in Wales and a few days ago I was invited to a Wimmins Event with Ann as a guest speaker. I’ll give that one a miss, I don’t want to be told that Ann is my role model. Even if I did feel in need of a role model, I would not choose Ann.

 

A third person resigned along with Merfyn and Mary, that was Dr Lyndon Miles, the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Board. I always found Lyndon very pleasant and approachable and after the threats and abuse at the public meeting, I bumped into him in a cafe and he told me that the Board were getting a very bad time but they were determined to see this through. Two weeks later Lyndon resigned and I think that he resigned before Mary and Merfyn.

Lyndon wasn’t crazed and threatening like the other Top Doctors, but he definitely knew what they were doing and had known for years. Lyndon is a GP and arrived in Bangor in about 1984, when the gang called for reinforcements. The reinforcements were all like Lyndon, they weren’t obviously mad a la Dafydd et al but they colluded with Dafydd and the gang. Lyndon was a GP in the Student Health Centre in UCNW, he worked with Dr D.G.E. Wood, Liz Stables and Gwynne the lobotomist who were facilitating the trafficking ring. Lyndon was the GP of my housemate Anne Vernon when she was killed by the gang. Lyndon was also the GP of the young female psych patient who was used for sex by the junior gynaecologists of Ysbyty Gwynedd, made pregnant twice by them and then coerced into abortions which they had arranged. She was subsequently refused all NHS treatment and told that if she wanted to access care she’d have to move to England. See post ‘Another Case Of Not Knowing?’

Lyndon worked as a GP in north Wales throughout the worst of Dafydd’s gang; he was there during the rapes of the kids in care, the unlawful denial of access to NHS abortions anywhere in north Wales thus forcing women into the hands of the dangerous ‘private’ abortionist in Chester, the framing of victims of the gang, the banging them up in high security hospitals, the constant suspicious deaths and suicides, the forging of records and throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry, Lyndon knew about it all and he has never said a word. He also knew what happened to me. Lyndon also spent years as Vice-Chair of the Gwynedd Local Health Board. Lyndon knows all about the murdering criminal bastards.

Lyndon is now Chair of St David’s Hospice, an institution run entirely by Dafydd’s gang. Alun Davies became Chief Exec of St David’s Hospice when the deaths and suicides of patients and staff at the Hergest Unit meant that even Davies was too embarrassed to remain as the Director of the mental health services for the NW Wales NHS Trust any longer. When Davies retired from St David’s Hospice just a few years ago, Trystan Pritchard was appointed Chief Executive. See post ‘The CEOs of St David’s Hospice’.

 

It is clear that Dafydd’s gang and their associates did indeed precipitate a situation in which patients died at the Betsi in order to cover Merfyn with crap and force him to resign as Chair.

Perhaps someone needs to hold the following people to account:

The Director of the Pathology labs who knew that infection was raging throughout the hospitals managed by the Board but did not control the situation or keep Merfyn and Mary informed. That person is Dr Avril Wayte. Avril is a member of the Board of Dafydd’s charidee CAIS.

Avril is married to Dr Donald Wayte, a retired pathologist. For years, Donald Wayte was the senior pathologist for north Wales. Highlights of Don’s career included accusing parents, in public, who’s children had died of SIDS of having murdered them on the basis of absolutely no evidence at all and taking the 15 yr old son of a friend of his into the hospital to work with him without gaining permission or ethical clearance from anyone. The teenager had a lovely time, he saw the dead bodies, the lot, thanks to dear old Don.

Don played a key role in many a Nasty Case and an ‘Orrible Murder, what with ruling the roost over the whole of north Wales for many of the years that Dafydd’s gang ran riot, years in which north Wales became famous for its corruption in medico-legal circles, the fitting up of innocent people and the ludicrous explanations for the suspicious deaths of so many victims of and witnesses to the crimes of Dafydd’s gang. People were found hanging, found dead from overdoses, they were hit by cars, they fell out of windows, down embankments, out of trains going at speed, they were killed in fires, there was no end to the untimely and unfortunate deaths of so many in north Wales who had encountered Dafydd et al. The coroner or judge presiding over the trial often relied on the evidence of Dafydd’s mate Don.

Don was the pathologist who gave evidence at the July 1996 trial of Howard Hughes. Hughes was found guilty of the 1995 rape and murder of a little girl called Sophie Hook, who disappeared from a tent in a garden in Llandudno and who’s body was later recovered from the sea. Howard was a wrong ‘un, everyone knew that, especially the police. Howard had a chromosome abnormality which caused him to grow very tall, he is getting on for 7 foot high. Howard also has learning disabilities and cannot read and write, so he could not read the statement that he made to the police. Howard has always denied knowing anything at all about Sophie’s disappearance. He came under suspicion because he was seen on a footpath near the garden from where Sophie disappeared. But nowhere near the time that Sophie disappeared. Furthermore, the garden where Sophie was camping is in a suburban part of Llandudno, so a lot of people were on that path.

The police seemed to know that they were looking for a big man with learning difficulties because they told the world that they were looking for a big brute. They found one shortly after saying that and arrested Howard. They had to release him again because there was absolutely no evidence linking him with the crime. While Howard was out, the police raided his house and most conveniently found child porn. So he was re-arrested. Howard was remanded in custody and when he was in prison on remand, another prisoner, a convicted child sex offender maintained that Howard had confessed to Sophie’s rape and murder. The account that this prisoner gave of Howard’s confession sounded rather like the fantasy of a child sex offender. That statement was the only evidence linking Howard to the Sophie’s disappearance. Everything else was pure speculation, including the allegation of ‘he was seen carrying her dead body’. No he wasn’t. Someone said that they thought that they saw someone who might have been Howard carrying a sack with something in it late one night. But there was no evidence that the person was Howard, if indeed such a person was seen and who knows what was in the sack, if there was a sack, which was far from certain. There was absolutely no evidence against Howard except for the confession of a convicted sex offender who also admitted that sometimes he did make things up but he hadn’t on this occasion.

Dafydd’s mate Don gave an account of the terrible injuries that had been inflicted on Sophie’s body, but true to form, Don didn’t just confine himself to that. Don explained exactly what Howard had done to Sophie. How Don knew this I don’t know, because much of his evidence could not have been extrapolated from the injuries postmortem on a body recovered from the sea, but Don Knew. See previous posts for further details.

When Howard Hughes was sentenced, the world heard the details of his previous, which was terrible, I would be wary of someone with a criminal record like Howard’s. Indeed, I nearly was someone with a criminal record like Howard’s. If every attempt that Dafydd and the gang had made to fit me up had been successful, I would have a criminal record like Howard Hughes. And it would all be a load of cobblers.

Howard was arrested, convicted and imprisoned at the time that Dafydd’s gang repeatedly tried to fit me up for serious offences by planting evidence, committing perjury and I am told, paying people to lie about me. The gang became very busy after 1994, because Brown had sent them yet more evidence of Dafydd trying to bribe me into dropping my complaint about him and I and another patient also had a meeting with two members of the Mental Health Act Commission and told then that serious complaints about Dafydd were not being investigated, including that of him sexually exploiting patients. Our complaints were still not investigated, but we were arrested.

The reason why I am so cautious before screaming for Howard’s knackers on a platter, is that from quite a young age, everyone responsible for Howard’s diagnoses, care and ‘assessments’ were associates of Dafydd and the gang. Howard had also been in Bryn Estyn, where he maintained that he was abused. Howard’s claim for compensation re Bryn Estyn was rejected on the grounds that he had serious criminal convictions. But then most of the boys from Bryn Estyn did, because if they weren’t brutalised and driven mad by being beaten and gang raped, they were fitted up by Dafydd’s gang to discredit them. Howard had also spent time in Garth Angharad, the ‘hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’ near Dolgellau. Except that it wasn’t a hospital at all, it was an isolated building hidden away which was owned by a solicitor who was later struck off for stealing his clients’ money. Before that occurred, the struck off solicitor had owned and managed children’s homes and schools, where the kids had been abused. Even Ronnie Waterhouse didn’t have a good word to say about the owner of Garth Angharad, Paul Hett. See previous posts.

I didn’t know of the existence of Garth Angharad until a few years ago when I received my own files. In the late 1980s, when I was sitting in a London medical school as a postgrad student, a case conference had been held about me in Garth Angharad, without my knowledge, by a man of whom I had never heard, who took evidence about me from people of whom I had never heard. The conclusion was that I was extremely dangerous, capable of murder and should be banged up in a high security hospital as soon as poss. See post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’. The reason why the case conference about me was held in Garth Angharad was that the man who held it, Dr Chris Hunter, of whom I had never heard, was visiting Garth Angharad to see one of his patients there. Hunter was a mate of Dafydd’s gang which was why Tony Francis and Dafydd had asked him to hold a case conference about me. Chris Hunter also had patients in Ashworth Hospital – where patients were raped and beaten by Angels, one patient being battered to death – in Whitchurch Hospital and in the Caswell Clinic in Bridgend. All of these places were receptacles for the victims of Dafydd’s gang who complained about him. They were hospitals in name only.

 

The Top Doctor who used to sit on the Betsi Board as the Top Docs’ representative at the time of Merfyn’s resignation has more than a few questions to answer. I can’t remember his name, but he was rude, awkward as fuck and highly defensive. He refused to co-operate with anything that Merfyn and Mary suggested re improvements in patient care and he took an entrenched position on absolutely everything.

 

The Health Minister who so willingly accepted Merfyn’s resignation and smugly announced that he would be appointing a replacement, which was Peter Higson was of course this blog’s old friend Mark Drakeford. Drakeford worked as a social worker for Dyfed Social Services when a paedophile gang operated in Dyfed Social Services which had links to Dafydd’s gang. Drakeford served as Rhodri Morgan’s SPAD for years while the slaughter continued apace in north Wales and when serious complaints went uninvestigated. When Drakeford was Health Minister, bombs went off under him constantly, NHS deaths, scandals, corrupt practices, the lot. He refused to accept responsibility for any of it. During that time, I wrote to Drakeford and gave him full details of a medical research fraud that I had witnessed. I did not receive a reply and some three weeks later, Drakeford appeared with members of the team who perpetrated the fraud at a media PR event, promoting the fraud.

Just a few weeks ago, Mark Drakeford’s 31 year old son was sentenced to eight years in prison for the prolonged violent rape of a young woman. Drakeford junior was also charged with grooming a child.

 

Martin Jones, the Director of the Workforce at the Betsi who hated Merfyn and Mary, was one of the leaders of the lynch mob and after all those scandals at the Betsi was appointed Director of Investigations for NHS Wales. Martin is now the ultimate man for investigating complaints in Wales’s NHS…

 

The PM when Merfyn was forced out by a bunch of psychopaths who conspired to allow patients die to make him look bad was Lord Snooty the Third. Health is a devolved responsibility, so the Betsi was nothing to do with Lord Snooty the Third, but as previous posts (eg. Lord Snooty The Third) explained, Lord Snooty had a great deal to do with what was going on in north Wales. As indeed did Cherie, Miranda, Gordon Brown and Ed Miliband (see post ‘Lest We Forget’).

 

The Torygraph, the newspaper most supportive of Lord Snooty the Third, some 10 years ago, ran a flattering report about an Angel from Ysbyty Gwynedd, Stephen Gallagher, who was in the TA and while on duty in Afghanistan, had ‘saved a boy’s life’. The story was substantially untrue, breached confidence and put the lives of the boy and his family at risk. I had made a complaint about Gallagher some months previously, after he had refused to treat me and threatened me. Martin Jones destroyed the CCTV that showed Gallagher doing this. I was told that the senior managers of the NW Wales NHS Trust had given the story about Major Gallagher the War Hero to the Torygraph. I was also told that before he had threatened me, there was already a note on Gallagher’s HR file saying that his competence and integrity could not be relied upon, after a Top Doctor made a complaint about him. Some time after Gallagher appeared in the Torygraph, he threatened me again and two witnesses made a statement detailing what they had seen. One of the witnesses worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd and then Gallagher threatened her. She was subsequently accused of conspiring with me to ‘get’ the Trust Board. There was no investigation into any of the complaints that arose from any of this. See post ‘Two Dangerous, Very Dishonest Nurses’.

 

For crying out loud, get it into your heads everyone, Dafydd’s gang don’t have and never did have any limits. They fitted complainants up and had them imprisoned for years or banged up in high security hospitals and they murdered witnesses. They have ruled north Wales for decades and what a legacy there is. I thought that they were pretty bloody stupid coming after a young woman with a postgrad degree in medical sciences, but they stop at nothing, nothing at all. They made statements claiming that I had attempted to stab someone. Then admitted that no, I had done no such thing. They made statements saying that I had tried to throttle someone. Then admitted that no, I had done no such thing. They made statements saying that I was known to carry and use weapons. They were not able to show evidence of this. Or of their allegation that I had held an Angel hostage. Or that I have been in prison for attacking someone with a knife. Or that I had sexually assaulted a psychiatrist. Yet no-one would take action against this lot, no-one.

Then in 2013 they let a load of patients die because they wanted to force out a man who had been a VC and Governor of the BBC and who’s wife had died at their hands. I recommend that Merfyn hires a lawyer and obtains copies of his medical records. They probably explain that it was really him who raped that young woman, not Mark Drakeford’s son at all, but what with his wicked ways, Merfyn blamed it all on Drakeford junior.

Just for the record: Merfyn was my ultimate boss for a number of years when I worked at Bangor University. I never ever witnessed him raise his voice to anyone, swear at anyone, lose his temper or even be rude to someone else. I saw him look really fucking exasperated as the paedophiles’ friends insulted him, shouted at him in public and refused to do the jobs for which they were so generously paid while treating staff and students appallingly. He should have broken his code of conduct and fucking well flattened the lot of them.

Now, all the names of those worthless bastards who assisted in the deaths of those patients to force Merfyn to resign please, to me at this blog or via my e mail address and I’ll name every one of them…

 

Here he is in his well-dressed man disguise, you can tell he’s a wrong ‘un:

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Someone else who’s attempted a well-dressed man disguise:

‘There is no evidence that Dr Jones ever behaved unprofessionally or in any way that was not in the best interests of his patients.’

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

The Wretched Of The Earth

When the Forces Of Oppression at Bangor University – in the form of Professor Fergus Lowe, Lyn Meadows and Stephanie Marriott  (see previous posts) – became particularly intolerable, one of my colleagues symbolically borrowed a copy of Frantz Fanon’s volume ‘The Wretched Of The Earth’ from the University library. This man’s life was indeed being made wretched by the aforementioned oppressors, but like me, he was on good terms with a few Empowered Service Users and knew that their lives were even more wretched.

There are a few ends that need to be tied up following recent posts re details of the lives of the wretched and the names of those who made their lives so wretched, so in this post I’ll cover a few such matters and people.

Previous posts eg. ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’ discussed how in the 1980s, Thatch was only ever persuaded to allow the public health campaign re HIV/AIDS when one of Dafydd’s umbrellas, the then Chief Medical Officer Sir Donald Acheson, explained very clearly to Thatch and her Ministers that AIDS was incurable, affected gay men in particular and that some of her Ministers and associates who were having promiscuous gay sex (eg. Peter Morrison) were going to die from this along with the rent boys if they did not change their behaviour. It was then that dear old Norman Fowler, the Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1981-87, who was also concealing the activities of Dafydd and the gang, got on board with the ‘Don’t Die Of Ignorance’ campaign and agreed to one of those leaflets being shoved through the letterbox of every household in the Britain.

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Previous posts eg. ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Under Canary Wharf’ explained that the political class knew that many of the young men who died from AIDS in the 1980s and 90s were rent boys who had been forced into sex work as kids in care, often while in children’s homes in north Wales. That is why there was so much attention paid to ‘confidentiality’ and not identifying those patients when Princess Di went to visit them; those young men were witnesses to a huge scandal and them effectively dying in conditions of secrecy was just another part of the cover-up. Top Docs knew the score, as did all the Angels, counsellors and other people who worked with AIDS patients, including Top Docs Professor Michael Adler and Tony Pinching, as well as Adler’s wife Baroness Margaret Jay, who was the daughter of Jim Callaghan and was appointed as a Health Minister by Miranda in May 1997 (see post ‘Holding The Country To Ransom – Part I’).

The first NHS wards for the treatment of AIDS patients were at the Middlesex Hospital; it was to those wards that Di made her much publicised visit in 1987 to Fight The Stigma. It did not escape my notice that Gwynne the lobotomist trained at the Middlesex and enjoyed lifelong protection from the alumni network of that institution. However, I missed something obvious that, as ever, suggested that the conspiracy and mutual back-scratching may have been worse than I thought.

The Middlesex was shut down in 2005 and was subsequently demolished, but it was located just down the road from Soho. The district served by the Middlesex was Bloomsbury. It was Sir Clough Williams-Ellis’s friends from the Bloomsbury Set who were the visiting bohemians to Croesor in north Wales in the summers throughout the middle years of the 20th century who hung out with Bertrand Russell et al, some of whom made use of Gwynne and later on Dafydd to deal with awkward customers (see previous posts). Clough married Amabel Strachey, the daughter of John St Loe Strachey, the Editor of ‘The Spectator’, for which Amabel wrote (see previous posts). Amabel’s brother John – Evelyn John St Loe Strachey – was a Labour politician, serving as Minister for Food and then Secretary of State for War under Clement Attlee (see previous posts). At Oxford, John Strachey was friends with Lord Bob Boothby, who later became known for being a bisexual Tory who used rent boys and was mates with some unsavoury people, including the Krays (see previous posts). The Stracheys’ extended network spanned a whole spectrum of influential people; fascists, communists, pacifists, members of the Tory, Labour and Liberal Parties, psychoanalysts, Top Doctors, writers, artists, radicals, suffragettes etc. People tangled with them at their peril and many of the extended network spent time in the Croesor area. They weren’t at the mercy of Gwynne and Dafydd, but the people who pissed them off were, as of course were local people.

 

In 1987 ‘AIDS Britain 1987’ a film about the various Gov’t funded programmes which were being set up in the UK to combat the spread of HIV and AIDS was made; this film is now part of the London Screen Archives collection. The initiatives featured in the film included counselling, specialist hospital wards, a public education strategy, charity work and a clean needle programme for drug users. Experts in each field were interviewed about their work. The Middlesex Hospital featured, as did Professor Michael Adler, who explained how HIV is contracted and passed on, as well as how it cannot be passed on. Adler stated that a national strategy was needed and that the NHS and social services need to be aware of what was required of them. Tony Newton, Minister of State for Heath, 1986-88, explained what the Gov’t was doing in terms of public education. Alison Taylor wrote to Tony Newton in Feb 1988, describing a brutal assault that she had witnessed. Thatch then appointed Newton as Secretary of State for Social Security in 1989 and he remained in the post until 1992. Tony Newton was Lord President of the Council, 1992-97. One of the roles of Lord President of the Council is to serve as the visitor for UCNW (Bangor University). So Newton was in that post during the frantic years when the demands for a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales became louder and louder, when the Jillings Investigation took place and when the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry was planned and launched. Throughout these years, former kids in care and psych patients were found dead constantly and five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Newton could be relied upon to keep quiet and not investigate any of it, that had been demonstrated after Alison wrote to him.

Baron Newton of Braintree; handsomely rewarded for ignoring serious organised crime:

Tony Newton, Baron Newton of Braintree

 

 

Someone else starring in ‘AIDS Britain 1987’ was Professor Robin Weiss, who was interviewed about how research into HIV and AIDS was progressing and in what directions it needed to progress.

Robert Anthony “Robin” Weiss was Professor of Viral Oncology at UCL and a member of the Nuffield Council on Bioethics. His research has focused on retroviruses, initially as a means of understanding T-cell leukaemia and other cancers. His breakthrough discovery was in 1971 and involved demonstrating that the retroviral genome in chickens follows the rules of Mendelian inheritance. Because HIV/AIDS only came to prominence in the west in the 1980s, Weiss, like all the other researchers who became well-known for their work on HIV, didn’t have previous experience of HIV per se, although HIV is a retrovirus.

So what was Robin Weiss doing before his work on HIV? He was the Director of the Institute of Cancer Research at the Royal Marsden Hospital no less, 1980-98. So Weiss was at the Institute of Cancer Research/Royal Marsden at the time of the research fraud perpetrated by the Institute of Cancer Research/Royal Marsden that was exposed in 1990, involving Dr Tony Francis’s former colleague Peter Macguire and which resulted in the death – presumed to be suicide – of Professor Tim McElwain (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’). When Peter Macguire, a psychiatrist from Manchester, suddenly decided to become a cancer researcher and obtained funding from the Cancer Research Campaign to do this, I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign at the University of Surrey in a team led by Professor Vincent Marks, brother of the President of the BMA Dr John Marks. See previous posts.

John Marks was in an all-out war with Ken Clarke at the time, they really loathed each other, but the priority was to keep a lid on Dafydd et al. Not only were the BMA providing Tony Francis and the other self-styled ‘BMA psychiatrists’ in north Wales with free advice in terms of how to have me framed and banged up without trial in a secure unit (see eg. posts ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’ and ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’) but I was told by Vincent Marks et al in Surrey after a year that there was no more funding for my post to continue. It was only a few months ago that I discovered that while I was still working at Surrey, my data was given to Nicola Curtin at Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, who published it under her name without my knowledge (see previous posts). Curtin’s funding did continue – partly as a result of my work – and Curtin is now Professor Nicola Curtin. Curtin was not part of our team at Surrey nor one of our research partners and I had never heard of her until I found that paper with my name on it along with hers, some months ago.

In the 1970s, Robin Weiss worked for the Imperial Cancer Research Fund. The ICRF were also involved with the research fraud starring Peter Macguire which ended in the death of Tim McElwain.

Readers might also remember that other laughable bit of cancer research conducted by Dafydd’s mates at Ysbyty Gwynedd and UCNW and published in the ‘British Journal of Cancer’ in Dec 1990, which was hailed as a scientific first in the world’s media but had to be quietly forgotten about days later, when it was pointed out that the research was flawed (see post ‘They Think It’s All Over – It Is Now’). Deeply flawed – it was based on a control sample of three and one of the controls did not have the illness under investigation. It is worth noting here that the published paper stated that it had originally been submitted to the journal in 1988 but was returned for redrafting. As I explained in previous posts, Dafydd’s gang were in desperate need of good PR in 1987-88, so it is quite possible that they did decide to construct themselves as World Leading Cancer Researchers at that time. However, Dec 1990 was a very busy month for Dafydd and the gang. I had just about been forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School – I now know as a result of me refusing to keep quiet about Dafydd et al – and in Dec 1990 Drs Tony and Sadie Francis tried to have me imprisoned on the basis of their perjury.

That article in the ‘British Journal of Cancer’ appeared at a very convenient time for Dafydd and the paedophile gang. Everyone involved was so dishonest that it wouldn’t be beyond probability if that paper had not been drafted in 1988 at all, but had been a quick effort timed to appear when I was marched off to the slammer and if I protested it would then have been my word against the word of World Leading Cancer Researchers. That would certainly explain why such a shoddy effort at fabricating research appeared to have escaped the attention of the peer reviewers who ‘advised on the redrafting’.

It was around 1990 that fireworks began to go off in the School of Social Sciences as well, which resulted in a hate campaign against a senior sociologist and an article in ‘The Guardian’ falsely accusing him of discriminating against Welsh people when making appointing staff (see previous posts eg. ‘Badlands’). The whole thing was cooked up by Dafydd’s gang as a distraction in the wake of the North Wales Police beginning their investigation into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire.

 

Who was Editor-in-Chief of the British Journal of Cancer until 2005? Robin Weiss. His successor, A. L. Harris, stated that Weiss showed “clear vision in developing the British Journal of Cancer into [a] multidisciplinary journal with a focus on research that aims to deliver benefits to cancer patients.” Presumably by publishing crap written by the colleagues of a gang of traffickers. Who is A.L. Harris? None other than Professor Adrian Harris of Oxford University, who was mates with Vincent Marks et al at Surrey and unlike Nicola Curtin, was one of the partners on the project that I was working on (see previous posts).

The ‘British Journal of Cancer’ might well have a vested interest in publishing crap written by people who have been involved in research frauds funded by the Cancer Research Campaign; the journal was owned by the CRC (now known as CR UK).

For details of more fraudulent research conducted by people funded by/associated with the CRC and CR UK, see previous posts eg. ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’.

San and Tray’s friend Baz:

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San and Tray and Professor Robin Weiss:

 

A few Interesting Facts:

My immediate boss at Surrey, Dr Wynne Aherne, came from the Carmarthen area and in 1988 still had friends and family there. One of my colleagues at Surrey, Wynne’s friend, was Anthea Hardcastle, who was originally Anthea Jones and came from Cricieth. Anthea also had friends and family still in north Wales and two of her closest friends was at that time was the Principal Biochemist at Ysbyty Gwynedd and his wife 

Tony Francis knew the Windbag, who in 1988 still had delusions that he was going to be the next PM, despite this scene in June 1987:

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Although traditionally there were plenty of Tory Top Doctors, by 1988 the Top Docs generally and of course the BMA in particular had fallen out with the Tories big time (Ken Clarke believed that John Marks was ‘very left wing’), as a result of Thatcher’s contempt and hostility towards the professions and even more saliently because of the new management structure which Thatch was imposing on the NHS. In the late 1980s, Top Doctors were gravitating towards the SDP – Dr Death, who personally knew some of the facilitators of the trafficking ring in north Wales, was the big pulling factor – or, particularly in Wales, the Labour Party. I never saw much evidence of any great commitment to socialism on the part of the majority of Top Doctors, but they did know that the Windbag would do whatever they told him, in the way that the BMA love Mark Drakeford because he takes orders from Top Doctors and gives them money when they ask for it. A case of a well-heeled Oliver (Brooke) who wants some more. The Labour Party has always enjoyed support from the Socialist Health Association and the Top Doctors who have doubled up as Labour MPs are usually members of this organisation.

Could the Windbag let us know if he has any info about this mass outbreak of research fraud in the late 1980s/1990 on the part of associates of Dafydd and the gang who also had links with people who worked with me?

 

Robin Weiss is now described as a molecular biologist, but his first degree was in Zoology from UCL in 1961 and then he was awarded his PhD in 1969. So Weiss could well have known some of the Zoologists at, or associated with, UCNW during the years that Dafydd’s gang ran UCNW.

In the 1970s, Weiss spent some time working with Peter K Vogt in the USA. Vogt discovered oncogenes that play important roles in human cancers and has has received numerous awards, including the Bristol-Myers Squibb Award (1989), the Charles S. Mott Prize (1991), the Szent-Gyorgyi Prize for Progress in Cancer Research (2010), the Pezcoller Foundation-AACR International Award for Cancer Research (2013), the IHV Lifetime Achievement Award for Scientific Contributions (2016) and the AICF Prize for Scientific Excellence in Medicine (2017). Vogt has been elected to several academies, including the National Academy of Sciences USA, the American Philosophical Society, the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, the German National Academy of Arts and Sciences Leopoldina and the American Academy of Microbiology. Vogt has served on several scientific advisory and editorial boards, e.g., the National Foundation for Cancer Research and the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, USA (since 2000). 

 

In 1977, Robin Weiss was elected a member of the European Molecular Biology Organisation. In 1997, the year that the Waterhouse Inquiry began, Weiss became a Fellow of the Royal Society. Robin Weiss returned to work at UCL in 1999 and in the same year became an Honorary Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians. In November 2001, the Royal Netherlands Academy of Arts and Sciences awarded Weiss the M. W. Beijerinck Prize for Virology, noting especially his work on retroviruses. In the same year, Weiss delivered the Leeuwenhoek lecture. Weiss was elected to the American Philosophical Society in 2018.

Professor Weiss has pioneered aspects of our understanding of HIV and AIDS, particularly on the identification of CD4 as the HIV receptor and on the analysis of neutralizing antibodies. He has also conducted research on AIDS-associated malignancies and on pig viruses in relation to xenotransplantation. He has been President of the British Association for Cancer Research and he is currently President of the Society for General Microbiology.

In 2007 Professor Weiss was awarded the prestigious Ernst Chain Award by Imperial College, in recognition of his pioneering work on HIV/AIDS. Robin Weiss is currently leading a $25 million international research consortium, funded by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, in HIV vaccine discovery.

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An interview with Robin Weiss which shed further light on his greatness can be found on the i-Sense EPSRC IRC Early-Warning Sensing Systems for Infectious Disease website. i-Sense started in October 2013 as a five-year, £11 million Interdisciplinary Research Collaboration (IRC), funded by the Engineering and Physical Sciences Research Council (EPSRC). i-Sense describes its objective as ‘to build a new generation of digital sensing systems to identify and prevent outbreaks of infectious disease and antimicrobial resistance, much earlier than ever before. Early detection and accurate diagnosis is key to helping patients gain faster access to care and protecting populations from disease. Our mission strongly aligns to the United Nation’s Sustainable Development Goals and the Global Challenge Research Fund. We work in partnership with end users in low and middle-income countries, to build innovative digital technologies that meet their needs.’

The i-Sense website states that:

‘Professor Robin Weiss is a leading researcher whose discoveries transformed our understanding of HIV during its early years in the 1980s. This work paved the way for changes in HIV testing and treatment that saved lives. Robin has been a key collaborator and mentor of i-sense researchers working on the development of HIV diagnostics. During this interview, Robin shares with us his remarkable career spanning 50 years; working on various retroviruses before applying his vast knowledge to HIV, and how his research is now being applied across several pathogenic infectious diseases like Ebola. Robin reminds us how far we’ve come, but also the obstacles we still face, in reaching the ultimate goal of eradicating HIV and AIDS.’

According to Robin: ‘I have spent almost all of my research career working with retroviruses, particularly HIV. For the first 18 years, I was working with retroviruses that cause cancer in chickens, and then in 1980, the first human retrovirus was discovered by Robert Gallo in the US, which causes a form of leukaemia. It was then that I switched to human retroviruses and a few years later HIV was discovered.

At the time of the HIV discovery, I was Director of the Institute of Cancer Research (ICR) and we were one of the few labs in the UK with genuine expertise in retroviruses. We dived right in, were able to obtain the virus in 1984, and found we could grow it to high titre. With Richard Tedder, clinical virologist at UCL, we developed the first really good diagnostic test. This test detected antibodies produced by the body in reaction to the virus. It was based on a radio-immunoassay and was converted into the then novel ELISA method. The test went into blood donor screening in 1985, across most countries in the British Commonwealth.

Radioimmunoassay was the specialism of the team led by Vincent Marks at the University of Surrey. Wynne Aherne in particular developed radio-immunoassays for many purposes; my job at Surrey was developing a radioimmunoassay. I don’t know Robin Weiss, but I do remember a woman who worked in Vincent Marks’s team in 1988 who was working on HIV. Because Thatcher’s Gov’t – and the Top Docs – were in such a panic over HIV/AIDS and it was known that it was going to devastate some African nations, Thatch’s Gov’t had ordered everyone working on HIV to co-ordinate and work WITH each other, not AGAINST each other, which is what so often happens in science. The woman at Surrey used to rave about how great it was that funding was secure and that people therefore shared their results with each other and that collaboration was the order of the day. The only dissenter was an Australian scientists who pissed everyone off by claiming that HIV did not cause AIDS and he offered to inject himself with HIV to demonstrate this.

Robin Weiss will have known that researcher at Surrey and although collaboration was allegedly the order of the day, because Weiss was the senior researcher, he will have been credited with being the Man Who Discovered Things. So Weiss knew Vincent Marks et al who, at least by 1988, were concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales…

The i-Sense interview with Weiss continues:

also in 1985 – You made an even bigger scientific discovery that same year, one that many feel is one of the most significant breakthroughs in our understanding of HIV. Can you tell us a little more about it?

Yes, we identified the cell surface receptor that HIV uses to dock onto human cells, known as CD4. I think that’s what I’m best known for. In 1986, we published a paper reporting that while the CD4 antigen is a component of the HIV receptor, it was not sufficient by itself for the virus to enter cells; it needed an extra unknown factor. It took another 10 years before the second factor was identified as a chemokine co-receptor was discovered by Ed Berger at NIH. With hindsight, our predictions were quite smart!’

In 1986, I was still a postgrad at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital; Dafydd et al were busy sticking the knife into me via their contacts there, but I didn’t realise that at the time. I did however find out about a great deal of wrongdoing and questionable research (see posts eg. ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ and ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). So whatever Weiss published in 1986 won’t have been anything to do with me being a witness to Dafydd et al’s crimes. But Weiss didn’t actually set the world on fire in 1986; Weiss claims to have PREDICTED something that somebody else discovered 10 years later; then claims the credit for being Mystic Meg. Weiss and the bodies for which he was working and which funded him had in the meantime been exposed as frauds and liars. A member of the team had even committed suicide – at least that’s what his death had been attributed to – as a result of the disgrace. Can we believe anything that was said by Weiss et al, especially predictions of discoveries made by other people ten years later? It’s not as if anyone was going to contradict Weiss over these claims; he was riding high by then, had a Chair at UCL and Waterhouse was on the horizon, no-one was going to rock that boat, no matter how pissed off with him they might have been. Up in north Wales, Dafydd, Tony Francis et al were in the final stages of yet another more plan to fit me up and lock me up.

 

A pioneering breakthrough and very ahead of its time! How was it you came to discover this?

Our retrovirus lab collaborated with a very good immunology lab at UCL led by Peter Beverley and he had all the monoclonal antibodies known in 1984 to T-cell surface antigens that we needed. We screened all 160 of them all blind and picked out 14 that blocked HIV infection.  When we deciphered the code each of those 14 was an anti-CD4 antibody –  a clear-cut result!

What was it like in the early days of HIV research?

It was exciting and a little bit frightening! We didn’t know how to handle this virus in the lab. Every six weeks we would screen everyone in the lab with our provisional diagnostic test as we didn’t want to become infected or give it to our partners; it was always a nervous day when the results came out. We couldn’t send it off or receive results anonymously – there were only five of us and we were the only ones with the test.’

I remember it well. No-one knew anything about HIV, everyone was equally in the dark and many researchers refused to work with the virus such was the anxiety. So Weiss and his four colleagues were the only ones who knew what was going on in their lab…

‘Yet scientifically it was exciting. The CD4 discovery came quickly, the following year we published on neutralising antibodies (ones that block infection) and proved that although people living with HIV showed high levels of antibodies, they only have very low levels of protective antibodies, which was very different to other human retroviruses we knew about. This still remains a major challenge in vaccine development.

There was also a lot of fear and we had a role in trying to inform behavioural understanding. As some of the only spokespeople in the UK for HIV, we received a lot of queries.’ 

Told you so. Robin Weiss was the word of God. There was no-one to question him or his results.

‘My most recent work before my lab closed a few years ago was applying all the work I had learned about HIV envelopes to other viruses: Rabies, SARS, H5N1 influenza, and two of my former postdocs have done this with Ebola. It is useful for high throughput and because the pseudotypes themselves do not require high containment.’

Weiss could churn them out…

‘This might be quite difficult to pin down, but what for you has been your greatest accomplishment?

For me, my biggest discovery was actually one I made when I was still a PhD student at UCL, when I was able to deduce that some retroviruses are inherited in as viral genomes integrated into host chromosomal DNA. Now we know that ~8% of the human genome derives from ‘fossil’ retroviruses. I was the first to see this and it was my first ever virus paper published in 1967, so last year we celebrated 50 years since this discovery! Working together with a chicken geneticist, Jim Payne, we later proved through crosses between two breeds of chicken that the endogenous retroviruses are inherited as individual Mendelian loci.’

So for some reason Weiss is not credited with earth-shattering breakthroughs with HIV.

 

Robin Weiss’s family show the same pattern of inheritance as Colin Blakemore offspring in that Weiss’s children have inherited the gene for being Famous Scientists as well.

‘For example, during the Ebola epidemic my daughter, who is an epidemiologist at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, went to Sierra Leone where people were doing contact tracing with bits of paper to try and track who was likely to develop the virus. She went there and converted this process to mobile phones’.

That will be the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine who offered me a place to do an MSc in Medical Microbiology which was suddenly, inexplicably and unlawfully withdrawn after Dr D.G.E. Wood found out about the offer. Wood had contacts at the LSHTM. See previous posts. It was the withdrawal of the place at the LSHTM that was the reason why I did the MSc at Hammersmith instead. The traffickers of north Wales didn’t know that I had that place, so they couldn’t throw a spanner in the works until they found out that I was actually on the course. So while I was on the course, Dafydd had me unlawfully arrested and imprisoned.

 

Robin Weiss is a devoted dad and granddad:

‘Without a doubt, my most rewarding role has been acting as a mentor to young scientists. I am very proud of my scientific children and grandchildren, so to speak. To see young scientists come up and do well is a great feeling.’

Particularly when they’re members of your own family Robin!

Robin continues:

‘I was Director of the Institute of Cancer Research in London, with 600+ employees for 10 years. I think I did a pretty good job, so that is also satisfying.’

600+ employees. Involved in research fraud. Their careers all continued in spite of the 1990 scandal which led to the death of Tim McElwain. Terrifying isn’t it.

The scandal didn’t hold Robin back:

Since retiring from laboratory research, I’ve served on international advisory committees, such as the chairing the International AIDS Vaccine Initiative and being a founder member on the Board of the new Africa Health Research Institute (AHRI). While I still possess my mental marbles it’s rewarding to be able to offer advice and expertise on research and management, especially in Africa, where TB and HIV epidemics are most alarming. Currently, I advise the Indian HIV Translational Antibody Research laboratory and I’m a member of the Nuffield Council on Bioethics. Not least, I enjoy being affiliated to i-Sense owing to my expertise on llama single-chain antibodies, sometimes called nanobodies.’

Ralph Oxley, one of the lecturers in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW who was a colleague of D.G.E. Wood’s wife Chris Wood and who was married to Isobel Hargreaves, a Gwynedd social worker who worked with Dafydd’s gang, kept llamas. This lot are so bloody incestuous that I wouldn’t be surprised if Ralph and Isobel supplied the llamas for Weiss’s research. Ralph and Isobel kept their llamas at their home in Tregarth which also doubled up as a tourist attraction called ‘The Joys of Life’. There were lots of fascinating anecdotes circulating about life chez Oxley. On one occasion Isobel got so angry when the alarm clock woke her up that she threw it through the window. The Oxleys also became famous for having their electricity disconnected because they didn’t pay the bill and the llamas caused much complaint because they spat at people. None of these matters constituted serious offences and I take a liberal view of such chaos, but had one of Isobel’s Empowered Service User clients (many of whom were destitute) been the subject of such tales, it would have been documented everywhere that they were ‘chaotic and personality disordered’. Ralph and Isobel however, being in receipt of two salaries which at the time made them affluent by Gwynedd standards, were just pleasantly eccentric.

The Oxleys eventually moved to Menai Bridge and Ralph died of a heart attack some years ago. I presume that this was not yet another suspicious death, although Ralph was Someone Who Knew who pegged out just as Operational Pallial was launched and when it was clear that a Review of the Waterhouse Inquiry would be taking place. Everyone was very sad because the Oxleys were ready for a glorious retirement, having purchased a castle in Spain which they were renovating.

Incredible isn’t it. Everyone who worked with that gang did really, really well for themselves even in the face of extreme fuckwittery. Which for Ralph began when he was young. The reason that Ralph didn’t have a PhD was because he left his thesis on a bus before the viva and he didn’t have a second copy. Not that it ever held him back…

 

The i-Sense website is emblazoned with the logos of the i-Sense partnership: EPSRC; UCL; Imperial College; London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine; Newcastle University; University of Surrey; and Public Health England. That’s the Public Health England which have just persuaded Theresa May’s Gov’t to add folic acid to all the flour for consumption in the UK on the basis of some not overwhelmingly convincing evidence (see comments following my post ‘Slaves, Perfect Slaves’).

Other bodies which the i-Sense website boasts that i-Sense works with are:

Academic partners: London Centre for Nanotechnology; UVRI (Uganda Virus Research Institute); IDH 5G innovation centre. Clinical partners: NHS; National Institute for Health Research; AHRI (Africa Health Research Institute); UCL Partners; Avacta; Bloomsbury Research Institute; Newcastle-upon-Tyne NHS Foundation Trust; Farr (The Farr Institute of Health Informatics Research); flusurvey.org.uk. Industry partners: Google; microsoft; mologic; BD; FIND; OJBIO; Telefonica; TwistDx; Cambridge Life Sciences; microdrop technologies; Cepheid.

 

I am not the only person who is less than convinced by the claims of Robin Weiss. There is an extensive account available on the web, denouncing Weiss as ‘Professor of Virology, Doctor of Spin’, which is ‘Edward Hooper’s response to Robin Weiss’s “Concluding remarks” at the 2001 Lincei conference on “Origin of HIV and Emerging Persistent Viruses”. It is explained that ‘This article is part of a collection of material on Polio vaccines and the origins of AIDS which in turn is part of Brian Martin’s website on suppression of dissent’ and ‘In his concluding speech at the Lincei conference of September 2001, later published under the title ‘Emerging Persistent Infections: Family Heirlooms and New Acquisitions’ [Weiss, 2003], Professor Robin Weiss devoted a section to the origins of AIDS debate. However, like his other interventions in this debate at the Royal Society conference on “Origins of HIV and the AIDS epidemic” and in the pages of Nature, this paper contained many observations that were flawed, misleading, or simply untrue.’

After this introduction, there follows a complete destruction of some of Robin Weiss’s work.

 

Robin Weiss mentions in his interview that two of his colleagues who were part of the Story Of HIV were Richard Tedder and Peter Beverly.

Richard Tedder was Head of the Department of Virology at the UCL Medical School and he now works as virologist at Public Health England.

Richard Tedder is the youngest son of Marshal of the Royal Air Force, Lord Arthur Tedder.

Arthur Tedder was a pilot and squadron commander in the Royal Flying Corps in WWI and he went on to serve as a senior officer in the RAF during the inter-war years when he served in Turkey, Great Britain and the Far East.

At the outbreak of WWII in 1939, Tedder’s department was transferred to the newly created Ministry of Aircraft Production, but Tedder was unable to form a good working relationship with the Minister, Lord Beaverbrook and consequently with PM Churchill; on 29 November 1940, Tedder became Deputy Air Officer Commanding in Chief, RAF Middle East Command with the acting rank of Air Marshal. Tedder directed air operations in the Mediterranean and North Africa, including the evacuation of Crete and Operation Crusader in North Africa. His bombing tactics became known as the “Tedder Carpet”. Later in the war Tedder took command of Mediterranean Air Command and in that role was closely involved in the planning of the Allied invasion of Sicily and then the Allied invasion of Italy. When Operation Overlord  – the invasion of France -came to be planned, Tedder was appointed Deputy Supreme Commander at Supreme HQ Allied Expeditionary Force under General Eisenhower.

However Tedder developed an antipathy towards the British General Montgomery and during the Battle of Normandy and later, he was a critic of Montgomery’s performance and advocated Montgomery’s removal from command. In the last year of the war, Tedder was sent to the Soviet Union to seek assistance as the Western Front came under pressure during the Battle of the Bulge. When the unconditional surrender of the Germans came in May 1945 Tedder signed on behalf of General Eisenhower. He was promoted to the substantive rank of Air Chief Marshal on 6 June 1945. Tedder was awarded the Soviet Order of Kutuzov (1st class) on 28 August 1945 and promoted to Marshal of the Royal Air Force on 12 September 1945.

Arthur Tedder (centre) at the ceremony of the German unconditional surrender (May 1945). Standing is Soviet Marshal Zhukov reading the act of the surrender.
I was about 10 yrs old when I realised that parts of the history of WWII were politely not discussed any longer. I discovered this when I read an old book for children that I found in my grandpa’s house called ‘The Empire Youth Annual’ which had been published after WWII to ‘celebrate victory’; grandpa had purchased a copy for my father and uncle. There were a series of photos inside of ‘The Heroes Who Helped Us Win The War’, one photo of which was of course of Stalin. Who was a very popular man in Britain immediately after WWII.
Tedder’s ally Jolly Joe Stalin:
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Tedder took over from as Chief of the Air Staff on 1 January 1946. In that role he advocated increased recruiting in the face of many airmen leaving the service, doubled the size of Fighter Command and implemented arrangements for the Berlin Airlift in 1948.
Tedder was granted a peerage as Baron Tedder of Glenguin on 8 February 1946 and received the American Distinguished Service Medal on 14 June 1946. He become Chairman, British Joint Services Mission in Washington in January 1950 before retiring in May 1951. In 1951 Tedder accepted an invitation to Chair the Royal Commission on University Education in Dundee which ultimately led to the creation of the Queen’s College Dundee as a college of the University of St Andrews. Tedder’s son John, Richard’s brother, would later be a Professor at both the University of Dundee (as Queen’s College eventually became) and at St Andrews.
Dafydd’s mate/umbrella/partner-in-crime Professor Robert Bluglass (see previous posts) studied medicine at St Andrews, remained part of its alumni network and will have known Prof – later Lord – John Tedder and probably knew the other Tedders as well, Bluglass being someone who shamelessly ingratiated himself to useful people.

Lord Arthur Tedder served as Chancellor of the University of Cambridge, 1950-67. His election to that office was after a huge scrap and much bad feeling. Tedder was considered to be the ‘establishment candidate’ and a group of others entitled to vote – including Bertrand Russell, R.A.B. Butler, E.M. Forster and Lord Louis Mountbatten – supported the name put forward by another group of dons, Pandit Nehru, then India’s PM. The atmosphere became so unpleasant that eventually Nehru asked to be nominated. In the end, just under 200 people voted, during drizzling rain. After half an hour of voting, the Senior Proctor announced that Tedder had been duly elected, without giving any figures. Who knows, around the back of the sheds there could have been a litter bin with the contents smouldering away…

Lord Tedder also served as Chairman of the Standard Motor Company, 1954-60 and as Vice-Chairman of the Board of Governors of the BBC.

 

Arthur Tedder’s seniority and activities during WWII meant that he undoubtedly knew about the shenanigans in High Places, including Royal Places, described in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’. Tedder would also have known people like Admiral Sir Alec Bingley, who was also party to those shenanigans and who’s wife Lady Juliet and son William spent the rest of their careers in MIND – and in William’s case as Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission as well – concealing those shenanigans and on into the next generation re Those Who Knew ie. Dafydd et al. The fact that Tedder fell out with people like Churchill and Montgomery and lived to fight another day and pick up a peerage as well suggests that he was wielding a great deal of power over the highest levels of Gov’t and the Military for some reason…

No wonder Cambridge University had to ensure that Tedder became Chancellor.

Arthur Tedder died in 1967. So he was around long enough to help Dafydd early in his career as well as Gwynne the lobotomist. After that of course Arthur Tedder’s sons were there to keep the flag flying…

 

One of the best ever cartoon strips in ‘Private Eye’ was ‘Battle for Britain’, part of their ‘War Picture Library’ collection. It was a satirical presentation of the struggles of the Labour Party opposition led by the Windbag against the Tory Gov’t led by Thatch.

 

In a tank Herr Thatchler leads the charge; Jock Steel and Doc “Killer” Owen are helplessly entrenched; and “Fatty” Heffer looks cynically on as “Taffy” Kinnock leads the retreat.

 

 

Arthur Tedder’s youngest son Richard Tedder was educated at Dauntsey’s School, Cambridge University and the Middlesex Hospital. Tedder was Research Assistant to Professor Richard Harrison at the London Hospital Medical School and then worked with Dr J. D. H. Slater at the Middlesex Hospital, 1973-74. Following that, Tedder worked with Sir Anthony Grabham at Kettering General Hospital for a year. Tony Grabham was one of the Top Doctors leaders whom Ken Clarke did battle with and loathed when Clarke was in the DoH. Well Ken, Brown and I and a few others had evidence which could have jailed some of the BMA bastards but you were prioritising Sir Peter Morrison’s career and liberty weren’t you.

Grabham was a surgeon and a British Army officer, who was active in medical politics. He was Chairman of the BMA in the late 1970s to early 1980s and was a member of the GMC for twenty years.

Grabham was born in 1930 in Newcastle-upon-Tyne and his father was a police inspector. Born into the heart of those who concealed the longstanding abuse gang in the north east who had strong links with Dafydd et al by the late 1960s then…

Grabham qualified from the Royal Victoria Infirmary, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, so he will have known Dafydd’s other big mate, the Bastard of Newcastle, Lord John Walton, who also cluttered up the BMA and GMC during the 1980s (see previous posts).

In 1954, Grabham served with the RAMC, 1954-56 and was then transferred to the TA. He ended his military service in 1957. Grabham wrote on medico-politics for the BMJ.  

Grabham was given a K in the New Years Honours of 1988. That will have been some sort of reward for keeping the lid on the heap of dung which was Dafydd et al in north Wales; in 1988, Dafydd and Tony Francis’s mates were in the middle of those research frauds with the CRC and ICRF…

Grabham’s 2015 obituary – yes, he was here until recently, nailing lids firmly shut – in the Indie told us a few interesting things:

Frustrated at the BMA’s poor performance, Grabham decided to do something about it. He was elected Chairman of the Central Committee for Hospital Medical Services in 1975, the Council of the BMA in 1979 and the Joint Consultants Committee (JCC) in 1984. The JCC is made up of representatives of the BMA and the Medical Royal Colleges and negotiates with the Government on all hospital matters, except pay and terms and conditions of service. The committee had always been chaired by someone from the royal colleges; Grabham was the first BMA person to fill the role.’

The JCC also appointed the ‘Independent’ Top Doctors who Chaired Professional Reviews in the wake of serious NHS complaints. It was the JCC who appointed Dafydd’s mate Bluglass and the also fully-on-board-with Dafydd Dr Colin Berry as ‘Independent’ opinions to investigate my complaint about Dafydd et al in 1989 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). Thanks Grabham!

 

A major highlight of his career came in 1975. Harold Wilson’s government published a consultative document on the separation of private practice from the NHS. The BMA described this as “perhaps the greatest threat to the independence of the medical profession since the controversy associated with the introduction of the NHS 30 years ago.”

But their hearts lie with the NHS!

Grabham helped to put together an alliance of the BMA and 15 other medical and dental organisations. They hired Lord Goodman, who arranged a meeting with the Prime Minister.

Lord Arnold Goodman was Harold Wilson’s solicitor. Goodman was widely suspected of being a crook. Lord Goodman represented Jeremy Thorpe for the first part of Thorpe’s case when Thorpe was charged with incitement to murder Norman Scott (see previous posts). So Grabham went straight to the top for help to fight his corner then.

Lord Goodman advised that although Grabham was the junior member of the alliance only he should speak at the meeting. A compromise, known as the Goodman proposals, was reached: private beds would not be phased out of NHS hospitals where there were no adequate private facilities close by. Threatened sanctions and industrial action were averted.

Barbara Castle said that negotiating with Grabham was like being “shot at with silver bullets” and that, although he was greedy and arrogant, he was “the best negotiator I have ever dealt with and a huge force in committee meetings.” In her diary she wrote. “Grabham made all the running. He is by far the ablest (and toughest) negotiator they have got.”

Babs meant that Grabham had the shit on all of them and made it clear that he would use it. Brave Battling Babs the Flame Haired Fearless Socialist didn’t grab Grabham by the knackers and say ‘do your jobs you callous pompous bastards’ because there was that little matter of George Thomas… and Greville… and so many more… And of course Babs Who Hated Private Medicine had Gone Private herself for her fertility treatment and what would have happened to Babs’s credibility if anyone had found out about that?

When they sat next to each other at a dinner 10 years later she said, “You’re the Tony Grabham?” When he agreed that he was, she retorted, “You were a bugger.”

I’d have kneed him in the groin so hard that he’d have needed the assistance of his colleagues.

Barbara Castle was not the only minister to cross swords with Grabham. When the Conservative government planned to radically reform the NHS in 1990 some members of the House of Lords feared the reforms might harm patient care. So the Health Secretary, Kenneth Clarke, set up the Clinical Standards Advisory Group to explore alternatives, but he specified that the group should not include the BMA, particularly the JCC chairman, whom he regarded as “one of the cleverest and most difficult negotiator he had ever come across.” But the President of the Royal College of Surgeons, Sir Terence English, refused to take part unless the BMA was involved.’

It just goes on and on doesn’t it. Stupid vain politicians who are so compromised that they are repeatedly blackmailed by greedy equally compromised Top Doctors in a battle of who blinks first. The politicians know what the ultimate manoeuvre will be: a Top Doctors’ strike and in the events of the first patient to die, the Gov’t will fall. So a criminal gang ran north Wales unhindered.

A second highlight came in 1979 when Grabham was persuaded by leading general practitioners to stand as chairman of the BMA council against the incumbent, James Cameron, another general practitioner. He won at a time when the membership of the association had fallen to about 50 per cent of British doctors.’

Even the other Top Doctors were sick of the grandiose old masons who were running medicine and bullying the junior doctors into the ground. In 1978, Dafydd Wigley had asked Shirl, Callaghan’s Education Secretary, to hold a Public Inquiry into Sir Charles Evans’s management of UCNW, such was the havoc. There was no Inquiry, which I think was just as well for Dafydd Wigley’s sake actually, because everyone knew what the problem was: Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the gang, whom no-one would reign in. See previous posts eg. ‘Slaves, Perfect Slaves’. In 1979, Dafydd had Mary Wynch unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then in Denbigh. Grabham said and did nothing. He just took over the BMA.

Under his leadership the BMA introduced regional services and industrial relations officers to help doctors in their disputes with employers. Membership increased to 75-80 per cent of doctors, and the largest increase in membership of the association came while Grabham was council chairman.

So the decent Top Docs who were becoming disillusioned and concerned were sunk and outnumbered by the greedy bastards encouraged by Grabham.

He illustrated his financial acumen by starting BMA Services, which helped members with their financial affairs. This tied in members, who lost the services if they resigned. BMA Services was eventually sold for £500m. He was a business leader manqué.

But our hearts are with the NHS! All we are concerned about is patient care… Ooh I was a young doctor before the advent of the NHS and I remember Typhoid Mary well… And Florence Nightingale… Do you know my nephew Ed, he wants to be PM…

Grabham was a member of the General Medical Council for 20 years, running twice unsuccessfully for President.

So Grabham was one of those batting all the complaints about Dafydd re sexual impropriety, illegal imprisonment and patient deaths into the long grass. An even bigger bastard will have been elected President.

In 1993 he became Chairman of the journal committee of the BMJ Publishing Group. Thanks in part to his business knowledge the group’s turnover rose from £12m in 1991 to £55m in 2004.

But our hearts are with the NHS! (shurely shome mistake – Ed)

In 2002 he was elected president of the BMA. In his presidential address he said that he was “a child of the NHS”, but criticised the service’s chronic underfunding.

I told you – Typhoid Mary, Florence etc etc, he remembered it well. The only problem all those centuries later was that the Top Docs didn’t have enough money, despite those figures quoted in previous paragraphs. In 2002, Miranda was PM and Miranda was known for throwing billions at the Top Doctors in return for complete suppression of whistleblowers eg. Mid-Staffs, North Wales…

He said that a third of the NHS was of the highest quality, a third reasonably good, and a third verging on Third World medicine.

Thanks to Dafydd et al receiving complete protection from Tony Grabham and his mates…

Although he knew that it was against BMA policy he suggested looking at other healthcare systems rather than relying on a tax-based healthcare system.

But our hearts are in the NHS!

Grabham loved foreign travel, particularly to Egypt and the Caribbean. He was interested in antiques and enjoyed good food.

Somehow I thought that he would. Empowered Service Users lived rough, even some in Bethesda, let alone in big metropolitan centres.

Some colleagues and opponents found him arrogant and ruthless,

Never???

but he was always polite and dignified.

So was Bluglass actually, but just look at what he was doing…

He and his wife, Pam, who was a staunch supporter throughout his medical and political careers, were kind and thoughtful.

Bless!

Their first child, Sarah, who has Down’s Syndrome, always came first when they were making travel or social arrangements.

Yes, Grabham will have looked after his own. While thousands of other Down’s syndrome people were systematically neglected by the NHS, resulting in them having an average life-span some 25 years shorter than other people. In Bryn-y-Neuadd, Gwynedd, people like Grabham’s daughter were Helped To Explore Their Sexual Needs and Supported In Their Sexual Relationships by Dafydd’s colleagues…

‘Even after he developed spindle cell sarcoma last year they found time to send me flowers after I had had an operation.’

Grabham bothered to sent flowers to the writer of this obituary (Linda Beecham) because she was worth knowing. I’d like to have seen the details of his flowers orders; I can predict who will have been on the receiving end of those flowers.

 

Now here’s a few extracts from Grabham’s Torygraph obit:

‘The Association was then at a low ebb, almost moribund in the view of some doctors. Its image was still bruised by its opposition to the introduction of the NHS, and many doctors saw its only priority as increasing the pay of GPs. One senior physician was heard to remark: “The BMA is just about one four letter word: CASH.” As a result only about half of doctors belonged to the organisation and hospital doctors were obviously discontented. The Association’s problems were compounded by demoralised staff and a lacklustre team of chief officers.

Then, in 1979, the exception to this, Jim Cameron, the chairman of the BMA Council and a popular and successful GP negotiator, reneged on a promise to serve for only three years despite the fact that, given his age (74) and his preoccupation with general practice, many regarded him as unfit to continue. In a dramatic turn of events some GPs lobbied Grabham to oppose him and he was overwhelmingly successful in the subsequent election.

Fortunately Grabham’s start as chairman coincided with the election of new chief officer colleagues of a different calibre. The new-look Association began by concentrating on serving the whole of the profession as well as taking a public stance on scientific and ethical questions. As a result the membership of the BMA reached its highest level ever under Grabham’s chairmanship, while its image was polished by a revamped public relations department.

Some of the increase in membership may have reflected his introduction of BMA Services, an attractive scheme of benefits for members which Grabham copied from Canada. He became its director, as he did of Private Patients Plan, which the BMA adopted two years later.

Grabham retired from the BMA chairmanship in 1984 but his experience as a negotiator continued to serve him well in the final phase of his career. This included a year as president of the BMA and the chairmanship, from 1995, of the British Medical Journal Group, masterminding its transition into an independent body, though linked to the BMA. Its new status freed the BMJ of the need to report the humdrum detail of BMA activities and allowed it to enhance its reputation as a professional journal of international importance. The group itself developed electronic publication and expanded its range of specialty journals, with both financial turnover and profitability increasing to levels that justified Grabham’s hands-on approach.

Grabham’s devotion to his patients and his profession meant that he neglected to develop other interests, preferring instead to go for long holidays in the sun and buying bibelots after prolonged bargaining which could verge on the embarrassing. He always carried a hand lens to detect flaws with which he cajoled many a jeweller to slash the asking price .

He was a private man whose immediate courtesy and charm concealed the ambition and even ruthlessness in some of his political and business dealings. But his real nature came out in his deep devotion to his family.

 

A few extracts from the BMJ’s obit to shed yet more light on this misunderstood Top Doctor who was all heart:

Barbara Castle, who was secretary of state for health, was proposing to phase out private practice from NHS hospitals and change the consultant contract to favour full timers over part timers. Consultants opposed this strongly as they felt it betrayed the contract they’d agreed with Aneurin Bevan at the start of the NHS.

At the time Grabham was the chair of the Central Committee for Hospital Medical Services (CCHMS, the “consultants’ committee” of the BMA), and he put together a “grand alliance” of the BMA, the royal colleges, BUPA, and a member of the Hospital Consultants Association (HCA), a body that then threatened the BMA’s pre-eminence in representing consultants. For £20 000 (about £90 000 now) the alliance hired Lord Goodman, a friend of Wilson and the fixer of his day. He arranged a meeting of the group with Wilson and with a single phone call ensured an editorial supporting the consultants in a leading newspaper.

Goodman’s advice was that only Grabham speak in the meeting despite him being the most junior. Grabham expected Wilson to be a “rough diamond,” but he was dressed smartly and smoking a big cigar when the doctors arrived. Surrounded by older and grander men, including the presidents of the royal colleges, Grabham put the consultants’ case in what we can be sure was his clear, precise, polite, but firm manner. Wilson asked the then president of the Royal College of Surgeons what he thought, but, following Goodman’s advice, the president said that only Grabham would answer for the profession. The meeting was a success in that a compromise was found..’

Tony Grabham was given his knighthood for ‘his work in Chairing the JCC’. That 1988 knighthood. My complaint about Dafydd et al took so long to meander through the system and was subject to so many delays that although Bluglass didn’t perform the cover-up until the summer of 1989, my original complaint was made early in 1987. I have documentation demonstrating the numerous lies that were told to me, the number of documents that were forged/amended/post-dated etc. Tony Grabham was almost certainly still Chairing the JCC or very heavily influencing it when someone decided that Bluglass and Berry would need to be mobilised.

Grabham married, in 1960, Pamela Rudd, who survives him with their two sons and two daughters; two of his children are doctors.

Sir Anthony Grabham, born July 19 1930, died February 21 2015; 

A Truly Malignant Influence.

Surgeon who defeated Labour plans to abolish private hospital beds and led the BMA into an era of growth

Sir Anthony Grabham

 

BMA into an era of growth

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Official portrait of Owen Smith crop 2.jpg

 

Dr John Anthony Grabham is listed as a Director of various companies including Surrey and Sussex Colorectal Ltd; Surrey and Sussex Consultant Partnership Ltd.

 

 

After his stint learning the ropes at the knee of Sir Anthony Grabham, Richard Tedder was appointed as Assistant Lecturer/Senior Registrar at the Middlesex Hospital Medical School, 1975-76. From 1977 to 1979 he was Wellcome Research Fellow at Middlesex in the Department of Medical Microbiology and a Lecturer in the same department, 1980-81. Tedder was appointed a Senior Lecturer at UCL Medical School in 1981; was Head of the Division of Virology, 1982-95, in 1991 being appointed Professor of Medical Virology. He became Head of the Department of Virology in 1995.

Tedder’s first published work was on Hep B, with later work on the diagnostic development and treatment of HIV and Hep C. He also has interests in chronic viral infections of the liver. Tedder is a consultant virologist to the National Blood Service and a member of several DoH, Royal College of Pathologists and Strategic Health Authorities working parties and groups in the fields of virology and pathology. 

Richard Tedder is also:

  • Honorary Consultant, Department of Microbiological Reagents, Public Health Laboratory Service, Colindale, 1981-
  • Short term external Consultant, Global Project on AIDS, World Health Organisation, Geneva, Switzerland, 1987-
  • Director of Virology Service, UCL Hospitals 1991 onwards
  • Honorary Consultant Microbiologist, North London Blood Transfusion Centre, Colindale, 1981 onwards
  • Department of Health Advisory Group on Hepatitis
  • Consultant Virologist to the National Blood Service, 1995 onwards
  • Head of Blood Borne Virus Unit at the Centre for Infections, Health Protection Agency, Colindale
  • Standing Advisory Committee on Transfusion Transmitted Infections
  • Advisory Committee on the Safety of Blood, Tissues and Organs (SaBTO)
  • Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians
  • Fellow of the Royal College of Pathologists and Council Member
  • Society for General Microbiology
  • European Association for the Study of the Liver
  • European Rapid Viral Diagnosis Group

 

Richard Tedder’s older brother, Lord John Tedder, spent 15 years lecturing in chemistry at Birmingham University and then was appointed to the Roscoe Chair in Chemistry at the University of Dundee. Tedder became Purdie Professor of Chemistry at St. Andrews University in 1969, and held the post until 1989. He then served as Emeritus Professor, 1989–94.

Bluglass was not only an alumni of St Andrews, but he held the Chair in Forensic Psychiatry at Birmingham University for many years as well.

Tedder succeeded his father as Baron Tedder and served in the Lords. Although he was apparently reluctant to perpetuate the title, he was persuaded by colleagues that the peerage system could benefit by the presence of a scientist and educator. He served on the House of Lords Committee on Hazardous Waste, and contributed to discussions in the House about matters of science and tertiary education. He was also honoured by his election to a Fellowship of the Royal Society of Edinburgh.

In 1981, Tedder became a founding member of the World Cultural Council.

One of Lord John Tedder’s ‘time-consuming and abiding interests’ was the development of the Open University. The OU was a Harold Wilson initiative, the development of which Harold left to Jennie Lee and Lord Arnold Goodman to play with. Many paedophiles’ friends of an earlier generation were involved with the OU in its early days (see previous posts).

 

Richard and John Tedder’s grandfather, Sir Arthur Tedder, spent a life in the financial service of the Crown. He was Chief Inspector from 1906 to 1911 of Customs and Excise and above all others was the official responsible for the organisation of the machinery of the first old-age pension scheme in the world. Working directly for both Asquith and Lloyd George as Chancellor, Sir Arthur Tedder was an imaginative innovator who became one of Lloyd George’s favourite senior officials. Arthur Tedder occupied the key post of Commissioner of Customs and Excise from the watershed budget of 1909 with its tax on property until the end of the WWI.

So famille Tedder have been telling people in Gov’t what to do for generations.

 

There is very little trace of Robin Wesiss’s colleague Peter Beverley on the internet, although Beverley’s name occasionally crops up here and there. He can be found on the ResearchGate website, listed as an Emeritus Professor at Imperial College. Here’s his mugshot:

 

Peter Beverley

 

Beverley’s qualifications indicate that he was a Top Doctor as well as a scientist. Beverley also gets a mention in the biography of Professor Mala Maini, Professor of Viral Immunology in the Division of Infection & Immunity, Faculty of Medical Sciences, UCL:

‘I am Professor of Viral Immunology in the Division of Infection and Immunity at University College London, also working as a Consultant Physician in a viral hepatitis clinic. My research has always been closely informed by the patients I see in my clinics and the samples they generously donate for our work.

I obtained my specialist medical accreditation in 1995 and my PhD, funded by an MRC Clinical Training Fellowship, in the lab of Peter Beverley (ICRF, London) in 1998. A unifying theme in my research training has been the T cell immunology of persistent viral infections in humans (from EBV to HIV and then HBV). Whilst funded by the Edward Jenner Institute to work on HIV-2, I joined forces with Antonio Bertoletti and became increasingly focused on HBV immunopathogenesis, starting my own group in this field in 2002. After an MRC/Academy of Medical Sciences Clinical Scientist Fellowship, I moved into a tenured position at UCL and a personal chair in 2009. In 2013 I obtained a Wellcome Trust Senior Investigator Award.

Other positions I currently hold:

  • Deputy Head of the Department of Immunology
  • Chair of the Athena Swan team, Division of Infection and Immunity
  • Deputy Post-graduate tutor, Division of Infection and Immunity
  • UCLP Theme Leader for Immunity/Immunotherapy of Chronic Infection
Research Themes
Cancer
Infection, Immunology & Inflammation
Personalised Medicine

 

 Research Summary
  • Our research programme is focused on dissecting the immune correlates of viral persistence and liver damage in order to allow the development of novel immunotherapeutic strategies for hepatitis B virus (HBV).
  • As well as being of great medical importance in its own right, HBV provides a useful model to provide insights into liver immunology, which has relevance for other hepatotropic infections and malignancies, liver transplantation and autoimmunity.
  • We have become fascinated by how the liver utilises multiple specialised cell types and pathways to maintain a uniquely tolerant immunological environment. Defining the mechanisms of hepatic tolerance is critical to understanding how three of the most prevalent and devastating human pathogens, HBV, hepatitis C virus and malaria, take advantage of this niche in which to replicate and/or persist.
  • We are also interested in how hepatic immune responses mediate and regulate the liver damage that drives fibrosis, ultimately leading to the complications of liver cirrhosis and hepatocellular carcinoma (HCC) that still kill an estimated 600,000 people a year with chronic HBV infection. This is of particular interest in patients co-infected with HBV and HIV who have ongoing high mortality from accelerated liver fibrosis.
  • Existing therapies are rarely able to cure HBV or complications like HCC so our goal is to develop tailored boosting of antiviral immunity. The rationale for this approach is based on the fact that many adults control HBV through their natural immune response without overwhelming liver damage. 
Teaching Summary

I have made substantial contributions to various teaching programmes over the years and have acquired extensive experience in teaching through seminars, interactive tutorials, and one on one in the lab or clinic. I have taught medical students and junior doctors, BSc and MSc students, nurses and physiotherapists, and post-graduates on an Advanced Immunology course. 
Currently I teach on the Immunology BSc and Virology BSc courses and supervise undergraduate and postgraduate students in the laboratory.

Academic Background
2009 FRCP Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians – Medicine Royal College of Physicians
1998 PhD Doctor of Philosophy – Immunology University of London
1991 MRCP Member of the Royal College of Physicians – Clinical Medicine Royal College of Physicians
1990 Dip. Diploma London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine
1986 MBBS Bachelor of Medicine/Bachelor of Surgery – Clinical Medicine University of London

 

Here’s Mala, who’s PhD was supervised by a cheat and a liar who remained silent even when one of his colleagues was found dead:

 

The Bloomberg website tells us that Peter Beverley ‘serves as Professor at Jenner Institute for Vaccine Research. Prof. Beverley served as head of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund’s Tumour Immunology until 1995. He served as Scientific Head of the Jenner Institute for Vaccine Research. His research interests include tumour immunology and the understanding of the memory T-cells of the immune system. He serves as Member of the Scientific Advisory Board at MNLpharma Ltd. Prof. Beverley has served on numerous UK Government research committees and has published over 150 scientific papers in the field of immunology.’

So Beverley held a senior role at ICRF, when the ICRF was one of the bodies at the centre of the 1990 research scandal which resulted in the death of Tim McElwain. Could that be the reason why Peter Beverley has largely disappeared from the internet? Furthermore, just look at the address provided for Beverley in his capacity as a Member of the Advisory Board for MNLpharma Ltd:

Corporate Headquarters

Plas Gogerddan
Aberystwyth, Dyfed SY23 3EBUnited Kingdom

Phone: 44 1970 823 201

Now there’s a surprise.

Plas Goggerdan is the address of IBERS (the Institute of Biological, Environmental and Rural Sciences) at Abersytwyth University.

It was claimed that:

MNLpharma (‘MNL’) is a private UK drug discovery and development company focused on the exploitation of imino sugar therapeutics for the prevention and treatment of disease. The company’s in-house programmes focus on cancer, and infectious diseases. MNLpharma has discovery and development programmes in the areas of immunomodulation and direct acting antivirals with a number of compounds showing promise against several key viral pathogens where effective treatments are currently lacking.

MNLpharma’s lead compound (MNLP462a) is an imino sugar immunomodulator which has demonstrated impressive protective and therapeutic effects in in vivo cancer models. As a broad spectrum immunotherapeutic MNLP462a is anticipated to be developed for use in a wide range of diseases including infection and as such has great commercial value and potential. This candidate will enter the clinic in 2006.

Whether that candidate did enter the clinic in 2006 or whether that was just another load of spin by some chancers with links to Dafydd et al I do not know.

In addition to imino sugars, the company has a unique chemistry platform of pure, novel, drug-like natural compounds called Phytopure. This collection is being exploited in a limited number of highly targeted collaborations. Whilst its own imino sugar therapeutics are being developed in-house, MNLpharma seeks to exploit Phytopure through a limited number of alliances with companies that are leaders in specific fields.

Phytopure wasn’t the only thing that was being exploited.

‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t get us.’

 

Phytopure led the the establishment of a company called PhytoQuest, also located at IBERS at Aberystwyth and which is very much still alive.

PhytoQuest’s website – which carries the logo of Aberystwyth University – tells us that PhytoQuest ‘owns science to innovate natural ingredients and compounds in the high-margin healthy-living products emerging from the convergence of food, pharmaceuticals, and cosmetics. PhytoQuest traces its history back to 1999 when Prof. Robert Nash founded MolecularNature Limited (MNL) as a spin-off of the UK’s Institute of Grassland and Environmental Research (IGER). In 2006, MNL was bought by Summit Plc and in 2009 an MBO allowed for the formation of PhytoQuest Ltd.

Director
Dr. Nash leads PhytoQuest and is a global leader in the field of phytochemistry. He spent the first decade of his post-doctoral work focused “on anti-viral agents with the Medical Research Council AIDS-Directed Programme” at King’s College London and the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew. He then moved to IGER as the head of its chemistry group, and was a founding director of MNL and founded its holding company, MNL Pharmaceuticals Ltd. Dr Nash has published over 200 scientific publications and patents, and he was awarded the 1st Pierre-Fabre Award of the Phytochemical Society of Europe in 2001. Robert gives many international conference presentations and media interviews.’
The other staff of PhytoQuest are: Dr Barbara Bartholomew, Biochemist.
Dr. Bartholomew is an experienced biochemist and is responsible for bioassays and project management. Dr Jackie Hollinshead, Organic Chemist.
Dr. Hollinshead is a synthetic chemist by training and expert in structural elucidation and purifications. Hazel Sharp, Natural Products Chemist. Hazel has extensive commercial experience in compound purification and IT data management. Yana Penkova, Business Development. Yana is an agronomist who specialised in herbal medicines and food plants. She has long business experience in the chemical industry utilising her masters in Organic Chemistry.
PhyoQuest’s website’s ‘news’ section tells us that ‘PhytoQuest is conducting a number of clinical studies to support the health benefits of iminosugars in new retail products. Some new molecules are being pursued as novel pharmaceuticals for glucose control and reducing inflammation. PhytoQuest receives Biotechnology award as Global Leader in Phytochemistry from AI Global Media.’
PhytoQuest have worked with BEACON, who spoke most highly of PhytoQuest, which is not surprising, because BEACON is another Aberystwyth University-associated company, the Biorefining Centre of Excellence:

‘The BEACON Biorefining Centre of Excellence is a partnership between Aberystwyth, Bangor and Swansea Universities, working in the field of conversion of biomass into biobased products.  Led by Aberystwyth University, it is backed with nearly £8 million from the European Regional Development Fund through the Welsh Government. BEACON helps Welsh businesses develop new ways of converting feedstocks (e.g. rye grass, oats, miscanthus) and waste streams into products which have applications in the pharmaceutical, chemicals, fuel and cosmetic industries.

BEACON will build on research already underway at Aberystwyth University’s Institute of Biological Environmental and Rural Sciences (IBERS) to produce fuels from energy crops such as high-sugar grasses like rye. It will also enable Swansea University to focus on developing their expertise in using bacteria and fungi to digest, or ferment, plant matter within the bio-refining process.

Bangor University will build on work to develop new materials from plants which can be used to develop innovative products, having recently discovered that compounds found in some local plants can be used to control problems like potato blight.

We are seeking to:

  • Establish links between the business community and academia within Wales
  • Develop new products and processes that will support economic growth
  • Create highly skilled jobs in the area of green biotech
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BEACON offers businesses with interests in the biorefining sector access to the research, expertise and knowledge base of universities in Wales.
We can help:

  • Companies in the construction, packaging and manufacturing industries by developing new biocomposite materials
  • The bioscience industry – for example, developing new microbial or enzyme systems and technologies for the processing of biomass
  • The chemical industry by providing new sources of ‘green’ chemicals
  • Fuel producers by offering ‘green’ fuels, impacting on the Renewable Transport Fuel Obligation (RTFO) and reducing carbon emissions
  • Rural communities by applying biorefinery technology to the processing of non-food crops

This encompasses a huge range of businesses in areas as diverse as: Agrochemicals, Bio Fuels, Coatings and Adhesives, Cosmetics and Personal, Essential Oils, Lubricants, Nutraceuticals, Pharmaceuticals, Speciality Polymers, Surfactants, Water and Effluent Treatment, for example.

The BEACON partners can undertake:

  • Formulation of new biocomposites
  • Extrusion / bioplastics
  • Novel chemistries / applications
  • Metabolic engineering of yeasts
  • Protein modelling such as new enzymes, e.g. for food industry or bioprocessing
The Institutes with which Robert Nash is associated at Aberystwyth University are part of the Agricultural Sciences/Plant Biology bits of Aber. One of the plant biology academics at Aber is the son of ‘Davey Crockett’, an Angel who spent many years working at the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh, manning Dafydd’s Dungeon. Davey Crockett’s real name was I’m fairly sure Jones, so his son will be one of the academics called Jones featured on the IBERS webpages. Davey Crockett’s daughter is a social worker who ended up with a job as a senior social worker in the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales. See previous posts. They all loathed Dafydd but were very frightened of him and called for his assistance in the event of emergencies. Not that Dafydd always delivered…
The Agri Sciences/Plant Biology bits of Aberystwyth were closely linked to the same Depts at UCNW (Bangor). Both the Plant Biology and the Agri Dept at UCNW were very closely associated with Dafydd and his gang. Mary Wynch was working as a secretary in the Agri Dept when Dafydd had her unlawfully arrested and imprisoned and not one of her colleagues raised a concern. The Agri Dept was massively dysfunctional (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’) and I believe that Mary discovered something appalling there, which was why she was targeted by Dafydd. Whatever Mary discovered I suspect had something to do with Lord Lloyd Kenyon, who was President of UCNW for many years and who’s adult son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was caught sexually abusing a boy in the care of the social services in the late 1970s. Thomas made a complaint of theft against the boy – among the items which the boy was alleged to have stolen were pornographic Polaroid photos of him and Thomas together – and the boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no charges. Lord Kenyon’s special interests were agriculture and health. He held many appointments, including with the North Wales Police Authority and Clwyd Health Authority. Lord Kenyon sat as a magistrate, was a Director of Lloyds Bank and the most senior Freemason in Wales and much else besides (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).
Professor Richard Howath, an agricultural economist at UCNW, somehow ended up as one of Thatch’s advisers during the 1980s, despite the standing joke which was the Agri Dept. Howarth was a man of right wing and anti-European sentiment who disappeared off the face of the earth during the mid-1990s. He was last heard of running a B&B. See previous posts.
A paedophiles’ friend who was a student and then a member of staff in the Agric Dept at UCNW was Dr John Perkins, who later became the Academic Registrar at UCNW. John Perkins did all that he possibly could to stop me from getting a PhD. Firstly he pushed the boat out so far in terms of not registering me when I first began my PhD but failing to tell me this that I had already written my first journal article when my PhD supervisor received a phone call from the University authorities telling him that I hadn’t registered so obviously I would be withdrawing from my PhD. My supervisor explained that I was sitting at the desk next to him, I had written my first chapter and drafted a journal article and I had registered weeks ago. In the end it took a series of visits and phone calls to Perkins and an order from my supervisor to register me. It was even more fun when I finished my PhD and passed my viva. Perkins just could not find it in him to sign the bit of paper necessary to send to the Registry at the University of Wales HQ to enable me to actually receive my PhD. Phone calls and visits from my supervisor and I were ignored. After weeks of this I paid yet another visit to Perkins’s office only to be told that he wasn’t there. I found him in a corridor and told the bastard that if that piece of paper wasn’t signed within the next couple of days I’d begin legal action against the University. I received my PhD within two days.
Lest readers think that I spend all my time threatening to take legal action against people, no, I honestly do not. I had however learned from decades of bitter experience that it was the only thing that will sometimes shift the paedophiles’ friends. It isn’t always successful even then, because they’re a load of perjuring bastards with an extensive network of bent lawyers and the whole lot of them break the law with impunity constantly.
I have received an e mail from someone today who’s mother died at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends and after smelling what she thought was a small rat, she investigated and uncovered a mountain of corruption leading to the doorway of Dr Brian Gibbons, former Welsh Gov’t Health Minister. It didn’t surprise me. My correspondent observed that perhaps she had been very silly being so open and transparent with that lot. No she hadn’t. They are such a bunch of maggots that being more honest than they are is about the only thing that will save you. They always interpret honesty as naivety or stupidity or that you are someone who can be easily intimidated, because the concept of fair play is just completely alien to them. Honest = idiot in their eyes. They spend their entire time knifing each other and only unite in the face of the Enemy ie. those who are Not Of Dafydd’s Gang. The glue that binds them together is their own serious criminality; they blackmail each other with their own wrongdoing constantly to get what they want. If you are not a serious criminal they can’t do that to you.
I spent decades having that lot face me with allegations of ludicrous crimes: ‘ooh you swore at Dr DA’, ‘ooh you shouted at an Angel’, ‘ooh that social worker was terrified, she thought that she was going to be murdered’, all the way through to stupid, fantastical allegations about me being a potential mass murderer and a danger to children and God knows what and they told absolutely everybody else that I was as well. I now have 10,000 documents, demonstrating the most dreadful crimes on the part of the whole lot of them, all the way up to High Court judges. People have spent years ‘discussing’ matters with them, sending in task forces and management consultants and turnaround senior managers, holding inquiries and investigations and asking them if they would do things differently faced with the same situation. Of course they wouldn’t, they were and are a gang of criminals and they should have been dealt with in 1979 when they wrecked Mary Wynch’s life. I have now kicked them hard and there is more to come. Those bastards have had this coming for a very long time. People have been good enough to send me e mails thanking me. They don’t need to and contrary to some comments I am not ‘brave’ either. I just got fucking sick of them and sick of no-one dealing with them as the bodies mounted up.
You shouldn’t have done it tossers, not to me or anyone else. You had this coming to you. You have killed my friends, killed my friend’s baby, harassed and threatened me, swindled me, lied about me, tried to kill Brown, tried to have me imprisoned repeatedly, paid people to lie about me, terrorised people who supported me and had me sacked from nearly every job that I have ever had, yet plagiarised my work to gain further funding because you couldn’t do it yourselves. You are completely incapable of responding to anything positive at all, you just can’t do it. So I’ve gone public on the whole lot because I know how many other people you have done this to who have just quietly been destroyed by you.
I’ll remind the caring Angels of the Hergest Unit of the lady with heart problems whom they dragged out of her bad, naked, while she was having a heart attack, screaming at her that she was a fat lazy bitch. Not very nice was it Angels? It nearly fucking killed her as well, a Top Doctor was eventually called and she ended up in intensive care. Loads of people knew about that incident but no-one, no-one blew the whistle. That patient has been too frightened ever to return to Ysbyty Gwynedd.
Just carry on planting a few more Good News PR stories in the media Angels and Top Doctors, because there are more blog posts to come.
By the way, a BBC journalist knew about the lady who had a heart attack while lying naked on the floor with the dulcet tones of Angels swearing at her ringing in her ears, but no, we never heard anything about it did we… Just the usual, ‘Ah The Doctors They Were Wonderful’…
As for those assisting with the Empowered Service Users Group at the North West Wales NHS Trust, one was Ann Perkins, wife of John Perkins. Ann is involved with the church in Menai Bridge. She uttered not a word about the serious abuse of patients and the deaths. Her colleague on the same Empowered Service Users Group was the Rev Wynne Roberts, a former Church in Wales vicar who was sacked for shagging one of his parishioners – they were both married to other people at the time – and then given the job of the Chaplain in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Wynne witnessed the abuse and deaths of psych patients and said nothing. He served the NW Wales NHS Trust so well that he was given a job in senior management with them and he also sat on the Ethics Committee. Wynne’s son is an Angel who trained at Bangor University while his dad was sitting on the Ethics Committee and part of the Trust management. Wynne took a special interest in mental health and ended up sitting on Mental Health Review Tribunals. In recent years, Wynne has been raising the spirits of the Empowered Service Users and indeed raising money for the NHS by dressing up and impersonating Elvis. If readers unfamiliar with the North Wales NHS cannot believe that it really does employ a singing Elvis-impersonating vicar who shags his parishioners, read more in my post ‘Music Therapy Anyone?’.
 There has been excitement at Aberystwyth University over the past couple of weeks as a result of the new Bovine TB Institute that either has opened or will soon be opening there soon. Wales’s Chief Veterinary Officer Professor Christianne Glossop was on hand to say a few words. Christianne Glossop was appointed Wales’s first CVO in 2005. She might have found that she has a task on her hands.
Think that a gang of paedophiles and people traffickers could not possibly have domain over vets? Think again. Empowered Service Users who dared complain about Dafydd and the gang subsequently found it very hard to get treatment for their pets. Even customers of the vets who had been known to the practices for years and had always paid their bills, after Challenging The Paedophiles’ Friends, would find that somehow their pets would not be treated. If you took your pet in as an emergency, there would be a row about payment before your pet was treated and then whatever the situation, a refusal to treat the pet, even if it was in agony. I witnessed Peter Jones of Treborth vets refuse to treat the pet dog of a customer whom he had known for a good 15 years who had always paid, after the Word From Dafydd had been sent out. When I watched the scene I just thought that Peter Jones must be a really nasty piece of work, which was confirmed when I heard two other people allege that he had injured their pets while treating them. A few years later, I discovered that Peter Jones was in the same Bible study group (yes it’s unbelievable isn’t it) as a Top Doctor who had worked at Hergest and who was the Chair of the BMA young GPs group…
There is another vet in Bangor called Evelyn to whom no-one would go because he was so unpleasant, although Evelyn seemed to be offensive to everyone, not just to Empowered Service Users. Evelyn’s finest hour came when a terrier was hit by a car in Tregarth and his owners took him to Evelyn. The terrier’s owners were new to the village and went to Evelyn because they had seen the massive ‘Veterinary Surgery’ notice outside of his house. As they were walking up his path with their bleeding injured terrier in their arms, Evelyn was just about to close the surgery. They asked ‘our dog’s been run over, can you treat him?’ and Evelyn replied ‘if you’re asking me if it’s surgery hours no it isn’t, I’ve just finished.’ So the terrier’s owners replied that they weren’t asking him if it was surgery hours, they were asking him if he’d treat their dog. After an argument, Evelyn finally agreed.
Then there was Hubbards vets in Caernarfon. The vets in Hubbards were very nice, so to compensate they employed Bethan the Fat Spotty Cow on reception, who took a leaf out of Peter Jones’s book. Long-standing customer who always paid bills on time? Ill or injured pet in pain in an emergency? Fuck off. In the case of the Fat Spotty Cow, I was told that it was definitely personal to Enemies Of The Paedophiles, including me. I used to have five dogs and for a long time the nearest vets to my place was Hubbards. I gave up with Hubbards when for the third time that I took in an ill or dying dog the Fat Spotty Cow screamed at me in front of the whole waiting room that what with it being me, That Dog Will Not Be Treated Until You’ve Paid. I challenged the Fat Spotty Cow on each occasion, pointing out that I had never not paid, so what exactly was the point of the Public Warning? Each time the Fat Spotty Cow very quietly admitted that yes I had always paid and of course the vets would treat my dog. The last straw came when my dog with cancer was on painkillers to make things easier for him for his last two weeks before I and the vet had agreed that he’d be put down and as I went to pick up the tablets – which the vet had OK’d an hour previously – the Fat Spotty Cow placed them high on a shelf behind her with the 100 decibel Public Warning ‘Not Until They’ve Been Paid For In Advance’. At that point Hubbards lost my custom. I never understood why they didn’t just sack Bethan the Fat Spotty Cow on the spot, she must have cost them a fortune in lost custom. But then Mrs Hubbard the Senior Vet was a close friend of Dr Lynda Dykes, the A&E Top Doc in Ysbyty Gwynedd; they would go riding together through my village…
The A&E in which Angels regularly threatened me and other Empowered Service Users and refused point blank to treat us.
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In the face of the Psychopathic Vets, Empowered Service Users were very grateful when a wonderful vet was discovered in Llanfairfechan, Dr Katz. Word got round that Dr Katz was a really nice man and for the Empowered Service Users who couldn’t afford bills, he trusted them enough to wait until they’d saved up or he would let them pay by instalments. Dr Katz soon found himself in great demand. I think that his wife taught at St Gerard’s School in Bangor. One day Dr Katz was gone. I was told by someone a few years later that he had been faced with a shameful hate campaign and his life had been made so unbearable that he had left north Wales. This person thought that it was racism, Dr Katz being Polish. Another source told me that it was our old friends Dafydd’s gang. It had been discovered that Dr Katz had broken the Mafia Code and had been treating the pets of the Enemies Of The Paedophiles for which Dr Katz paid dearly.
Dr Katz would have been particularly vulnerable in Llanfairfechan, it is a stronghold of Paedophiles’ Friends. Bryn-y-Neuadd Hospital was in Llanfairfechan, which was for years the hospital for the ‘mentally handicapped’ where Dafydd and Dr Michael Craft carried out their ‘research’ into ‘incestuous families’ while Ann Craft helped the patients Explore Their Sexual Needs and Supported Them In Their Sexual Relationships (see post ‘The Old Devils’). At the same time, the senior managers of Bryn-y-Neuadd referred to those Exploring Their Sexual Needs with Ann as ‘vegetables’ and ‘cabbages’. Perhaps it was events at Bryn-y-Neuadd which led to Esther Rantzen of ChildLine and Mental Health Campaigning Fame taking such an interest in root vegetables shaped like genitalia.
Ann Craft ended up with a senior academic post at Nottingham University and was a leading light in the charidee world.
Dafydd and Lucille’s mate Cledwyn Williams Led the Services for the Mentally Handicapped when they Explored Their Sexual Needs with Ann:
Cledwyn Williams
 From 1983 to 1996 Cledwyn was Assistant Director of Social Services, responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. He was responsible for developing services for people with learning disabilities for the education, health & social services group. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy. Cledwyn is now Vice-Chair of Dafydd’s charidee, CAIS.
Don’t worry world; children, the mentally ill and learning disabled, they were all preyed upon by the trafficking gang. Everybody knew it, including the Top Doctors, Angels, Social Services, North Wales Police, Magistrates, Lawyers, Judges etc, but if you’re a vet who treats the animals of someone who’s complained about it all, you’ll be run out of town.
The Angels of Bryn-y-Neuadd – and some of the Angels of Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon – used to insist on being called ‘Mr’, at least by the vegetables who could talk. The unqualified or at best semi-qualified thugs were called Mr by the people whom they battered and sexually assaulted. Everyone knew that this was happening.
Ah The Doctors And Nurses They were Wonderful!
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One of the Angels from Bryn-y-Neuadd ended up as a Senior Lecturer at the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University. He told one of the receptionists not to let me into the building because I was a dangerous loony who attacked people with knives. It certainly baffled her because as far as she was concerned I was someone’s PhD supervisor.

 

Two Angels from Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon also became Academics in the School of Healthcare Sciences. One was Ruhi Behi, ‘Mr Behi’ – he thought that he still worked at Denbigh – who ended up as Head of the School and the other is now grand-sounding Dr Seren Roberts:
Seren Roberts small
‘I am a registered mental health nurse and health services researcher. Following clinical nurse training, I studied psychology to PhD and later studied for a Masters in Public Health and Health Promotion at Bangor University. I am a Lecturer in Mental Health in the School of Healthcare Sciences, Bangor University, and have honorary research roles within the School of Medicine in Swansea University and Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. My role includes working closely with two research networks across Wales; Mental Health Research Network Cymru (MHRNC) and Wales Dementia and Neurodegenerative Diseases Research Network (NEURODEM Cymru). I have a broad interest in mental health research with active involvement with several research projects, often as chief or principal investigator. To date my research activity has largely focused on two main themes; treatment for depression and physical health of people on antipsychotic medication. I am a Principal Investigator for a large NIHR HTA funded multicentre trial of antidepressant treatment, I convene a Wales-wide research development group (ATHRAM), funded by MHRNC which aims to generate research ideas and proposals on the physical health of people taking antipsychotic medication. I am actively involved with and sit on a range of local and national committees including the Wales Mental Health in Primary Care Network.’
Slob Ingham, the drunken thug of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team who’s favourite ‘client’ dealt in drugs in the Royal Oak in Rachub – ‘anything, I can get you anything you want’ – lived in Llanfairfechan as did the harridan of a Top Doctor Marie Savage.
After Bryn-y-Neuadd was emptied of vegetables exploring their sexual needs in the 1990s, it served for a time as the administrative HQ of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust. The corrupt manager Alun Davies had his office there, along with his equally corrupt side-kick Sandra Phillips. It was a convenient arrangement, because most of the Empowered Service Users didn’t drive and it was very difficult for most of Gwynedd to get to Llanfairfechan on the bus, so Davies and Phillips setting up shop there certainly cut down the options for complaining about the ‘service’. Some of the Empowered lived some forty miles away from the Complaints Office and it was a two day bus journey to get there as a result of the bus timetables. But then there were patients on the north of Anglesey who also faced a two day bus journey to get to Ysbyty Gwynedd for a twenty minute appointment.
Thank God Professor Mark Williams organised all those three day Mindfulness retreats for the mental health staff down in that nice Trigonos centre, by the lake in Nantlle. Duw It’s Hard.
‘Retreat at Trigonos, Snowdonia’

‘I’ve just spent a restorative week on retreat at the Trigonos centre in Nantlle, North Wales. The natural scenery and wildlife were stunning. For me, the highlight was an early morning practice on the lakeside as the sun rose from behind Snowdon. The mountain (in the centre of the picture)2016-04-09 19.05.13 was a constant presence during the retreat. I had the luxury of time to notice how, from minute to minute, the landscape was subtly or sometimes dramatically transformed by the ever-changing light and weather.

The retreat was organised by the Mindfulness Network CIC especially for mindfulness teachers. I’m grateful for the support and guidance of the highly skilled facilitators, Trish, Bartley and Elaine Young. I learned so much from the experience and I’m incorporating these insights and approaches into my own practice and teaching.’

I always wondered if the mental health staff claimed for aromatherapy massages on expenses or those foot spa things that are coloured pink and swirl people’s feet with hot water. Or they could have gone on an away day to Chester, where there was one of those establishments where people had their feet nibbled by fish.
Here’s Mark, all spiritual and living in the moment:

Mark Williams

Mark Williams set up a collaborative project with Professor Sarah-Jayne Blakemore, who like Robin Weiss, works at UCL. Dafydd’s gang has links going back years with UCL. Professor Pauline Horne, Fungus Lowe’s side-kick in the School of Psychology at Bangor was in a previous life an MSc student at UCL (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) and in the 1990s, Dr Tony Francis referred a patient of his to an endocrinologist at UCL for ‘specialist help’. I heard a lot about this endocrinologist and she sounded quite bonkers. She also very obviously made the condition of the Hergest patient much worse.
Another part of Bryn-y-Neuadd was developed into Ty Llewellyn, a medium secure psychiatric unit. It still contains some of those who were fitted up by Dafydd and the gang nearly thirty years ago, including a man who when he was 15 yrs old was sentenced for the ‘unprovoked murder’ of the vicar of Llanberis. The official story is that the vicar was a kindly man who spent his time helping local boys and that this psycho repaid him by murdering him with intent to rob. The boy’s story has always been that the vicar tried to sexually assault him and that he did not mean to kill him but was fighting him off. I didn’t know either the vicar or the boy, but when I asked a local person about the case years later, the first thing that I was told was ‘oh that vicar was a paedophile’.
Who could ever tell where the truth lay.

 

Someone who became a Champion of CR UK and promoted its work after her own life was touched by cancer was the agony aunt Claire Rayner, who began advertising the wonders of these research fraudsters in 2002. I don’t know whether Claire Rayner knew of the details of the frauds with which CR UK had been involved, although of the many celeb supporters of CR UK, Claire would be in a better position than most to acquire knowledge of and see through the scams.

Rayner was from a London Jewish family and was educated at the City of London School for Girls. In 2003, Rayner discussed a childhood of physical cruelty and sexual abuse at the hands of her parents. Her family emigrated to Canada and following that, in 1945, Claire was placed in a psychiatric hospital by her parents. Claire Rayner received much credit for Speaking Out and she was frank that she had endured a very hard time. Claire Spoke Out after quite a few other people had begun Speaking Out, but before the en masse Speaking Out.

All I could think was why hadn’t Claire Spoken Out about a few other things? When I began working in biomedical research in the late 1980s, Claire had long since established her reputation as an agony aunt and an expert on matters Angels and the NHS and would be invited onto ‘serious’ TV programmes as well as lighthearted quiz shows. On one occasion I was watching a lighthearted show starring Claire in which the guests had the chance of Living Out Their Dearest Fantasy. One old lech stated that he wanted to be given a bed bath by ‘three dolly nurses’. Everyone in the studio was bowled over by this Carry On notion and there were many Babs Windsor-esque jokes; to Claire’s credit she did make a comment to the effect that nurses are ‘not there for that’. But that was the only comment that she did make. The old lech was duly prepared for his bed bath on screen and then three butch male Angels arrived on stage. We pissed ourselves laughing in our house because we presumed that was the punchline. It wasn’t. After all the grimacing and mock horror, the male Angels left the stage and three absolute Barbara Windsors were paraded on, complete with ludicrous hats, mini-dresses and suspenders and gave the old lech his bed bath.

Claire joined in the fun and there were no more comments about Angels’ roles in real hospitals.

I don’t want to come over all Milli Tant here, but there was – and is – quite a serious problem with Angels being sexually harassed at work. This blog has documented cases of Angels running prostitution rackets in hospitals and shagging their way up the promotion ladder like there’s no tomorrow, but I have also been friends with Angels who have told me that because there is so much of that going on, life for Angels who are not involved can be very difficult. One Angel went as far as to tell me ‘sometimes I can understand why nurses are seen as such slags because many are and it means the rest of us aren’t taken seriously at work’. The same Angel made some very insightful comments about gender roles and gender stereotyping in the healthcare and why such a toxic situation had arisen. These matters were being discussed by Angels at the time yet Claire Rayner, while pretending to be the sort of Thinking Angel who took an interest in such debates, would join in the fuckwittery with only a quick passing comment.

There was so much that Claire Rayner could have discussed eg. the organised sexual abuse of children and vulnerable patients, the dreadful workplace bullying in the NHS, research fraud and dangerous practice, the culture of simply lying when harm to patients had occurred, the cronyism and nepotism that underpins the whole system. Claire could also have blown the whistle on Jimmy Savile because she bloody well knew about him and I think that she knew about Dafydd and the associated gangs as well.

Not a word.

Rayner did know. She trained as an Angel in the UK in the 1950s at the Royal Northern Hospital and then Guy’s in London. In 1957 Rayner married her husband, the actor Desmond Rayner. She continued nursing in London and worked as a midwife and nursing sister. Rayner knew all about the matters of which I have provided details on this blog. She personally knew some of those who provided a lifelong umbrella for Dafydd. Like everybody else, she kept quiet because Claire wanted to make it big as a Sensible Nurse and she wasn’t going to do that by being honest about the crime and corruption. So it was debates over natural vs caesarean births – but only when that became widely discussed – for Claire and similarly non-controversial but topical subjects.

So how did Claire begin her journo/writing career? By a letter to ‘Nursing Times’ in 1958, on nurses’ pay and conditions. She then began regularly writing to The Torygraph on themes of patient care or nurses’ pay. She began writing novels soon after her marriage and by 1968 had published more than 25 books.

Nurses in the 1950s saw some shocking behaviour on the part of healthcare staff. Rayner didn’t mention the worst excesses.

After the birth of her first child in 1960 Rayner focused on a full-time writing career. Initially writing articles for various magazines and publications, in 1968 she published one of the earliest sex manuals, People in Love, which brought her to national attention. Describing the “explicit content”, the same reviewer commended Rayner on her “down-to-earth approach to the subject”.

But Claire did not write about the organised abuse rings which were then a feature of the welfare system and were concealed by the Top Docs, particularly psychiatrists.

By the 1970s, writing for ‘Woman’s Own’, Rayner had established herself as one of four new and direct “agony aunts”. Her advice in the teenaged girls’ magazine ‘Petticoat’ caused controversy. In 1972 she was accused of “encouraging masturbation and promiscuity in prepubescent girls”. I never read ‘Petticoat’, so whether Rayner did encourage such things I do not know. Although I’d have thought that masturbation was harmless enough and not anyone else’s business.

Rayner’s direct and frank approach led the BBC to ask her to be the first person on British pre-watershed television to demonstrate how to put on a condom and she was one of the first people used by advertisers to promote sanitary towels. I remember it well, it caused my friends and I much entertainment and was also the beginning of Brown’s analysis of the medicalisation of sanitary protection: ‘Dr Whites’, ‘Lil-lets were designed by a doctor’ etc. Lil-lets were probably designed by a greedy old sod who saw a market. As did Claire Rayner.

The BBC’s sex education/Dr Whites’ expert did not mention the elephant /paedophile in the studio/dressing room/caravan at the time:

 

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After beginning to appear on Pebble Mill at One in 1972, Rayner started an agony column in ‘The Sun’ in 1973, but left to join the ‘Sunday Mirror’ in 1980, when she also made her second television series of Claire Rayner’s Casebook. She left the Sunday Mirror shortly after the appointment of Eve Pollard as Editor – did Claire fall out with that particular Glenda? – and joined the ‘Today’ newspaper for three years. Rayner was named medical journalist of the year in 1987.

1987. Peak Dafydd and Savile! Mary Wynch had won the first part of her case and Alison Taylor and I wouldn’t shut up… Savile was also in the process of becoming the General Manager of Broadmoor at that time (see previous posts).

Rayner was probably best known as an agony aunt on TV-am in the late 1980s and early 1990s. She made it her personal aim to reply to every letter she received. This was an unfunded project by the station. So Claire will have been one of the agony aunts of that generation who later admitted receiving letters from the victims of sexual assault who’s letters were never mentioned because the names of some well-known people had been given in some of those letters. By the time that Claire was on TV-am, I had written to Esther about Dafydd et al. Esther did not reply. Esther received at least one letter about Savile which was ignored.

Rayner became President of the Patients Association – which was dominated by Top Doctors rather than patients who were not Top Docs as well – and through her extensive charidee work and writings was awarded an OBE in 1996 for services to wimmin’s health and wellbeing and to health matters. Well that was a nice gift in the year that William Hague announced that the Waterhouse Inquiry would be held.

 

Rayner had a very personal reason for supporting Sense’s Older Person campaign, wearing hearing aids in both ears and also having AMD, a sight loss condition common in older people.

Between 1993 and 2002, Rayner was one of the Patrons of the Herpes Viruses Association and Chaired a Press Briefing in June 1993 aimed at destigmatising genital herpes. When tendering her resignation, Rayner cited the fact that she was Patron of 60 organisations as the reason for trimming the list. I knew a man in Bethesda at that time with herpes. He was so Destigmatising about it that he gave it to quite a few other people, including I suspect those who attended the sex parties along with him in Chester. This man was bisexual but he was very condemning of those who had sex with children; however he was having sex with rent boys and at least one former patient of Dafydd’s and I don’t think that it would ever have occurred to him to ask himself why they were having sex with the likes of him for money…

Rayner was appointed to various UK Gov’t committees on health and was the author of a chapter in The Future of the NHSDespite being President of the Patients Association, Rayner used private health care. She wasn’t going to risk her own neck was she. She was a member of the PM’s Commission on Nursing and the Labour Gov’ts Royal Commission on the Care of the Elderly. In 1999 Rayner was appointed to a committee responsible for reviewing the medical conditions at Holloway Prison, at the direction of Paul Boateng, who was then the Minister for Prisons. The recommendations of this committee ‘led to far reaching changes in the provision of medical care within Holloway.’

Holloway was notorious for housing numerous women who were so severely mentally ill that the other prisoners identified them as being ‘muppets’. The muppets also had a terrifyingly high rate of self-harm and suicide. Most of those muppets had been abused as children in care or in the psychiatric system. The plight of the muppets did eventually receive widespread media coverage and everyone felt a warm glow around their hearts when the muppets were transferred to long-stay secure mental hospitals. Back into the arms of those who had turned them into muppets in the first place…

Paul Boateng would have known a lot about the muppets. Boateng’s wife Janet was a Lambeth social worker and was Chair of Lambeth Social Services when Tyra Henry was murdered in the care of Lambeth in the 1980s. Lambeth had a massive problem with a paedophile ring which had infiltrated its children’s homes and that ring was linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Children in care from Lambeth were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. Esther Rantzen’s sister Priscilla was a social worker for Lambeth and Priscilla’s boss Valerie – now Baroness – Howarth was appointed Chief Exec of ChildLine. Before Paul Boateng was an MP, he was a lawyer working for Birnberg & Co. Who when Boateng worked for Birnberg, acted for Mary Wynch when she sued Dafydd et al. See previous posts.

No wonder Paul Boateng put a safe pair of Savile-friendly hands like Claire Rayner on that Holloway committee.

 

Rayner was a lifelong Labour Party supporter until 2001, when Rayner resigned from the Labour Party and joined the Lib Dems for fear of the changes to the NHS proposed by Miranda. Claire was a prominent supporter of the British republican movement, although admitted her dual standards on accepting her OBE in 1996. Dame Helen Mirren succumbed as well, but her excuse for accepting after a lifetime of saying that she never would was ‘that it was for her parents’. Who I think were dead by then.

Lilibet: It’s OK, you don’t have to worry. When my gong arrives, I really will send it back to you. Thanks for the thought anyway!

 

Rayner was Vice-President (and formerly President) of the British Humanist Association, a Distinguished Supporter of the Humanist Society Scotland and an Honorary Associate of the National Secular Society. In the weeks leading up to her death, Rayner had the following to say about Pope Benedict’s XVI’s state visit to the United Kingdom:

Pots and Kettles Auntie Claire. Furthermore, Savile met Popes and picked up gongs from the Catholic Church.

Rayner, whilst a Patron of the Down’s Syndrome Association, had her position promptly terminated after labelling parents as “selfish” for having a disabled child:

 

We can’t waste valuable NHS resources on useless eaters like that.

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Rayner and her husband had three children together: writer and food critic Jay Rayner; electronics reviewer, angling and motoring journalist Adam Rayner and events manager Amanda Rayner.

Thank God none of them are disabled and they are therefore able to labour for their food and contribute usefully to society by writing about the sort of food that a lot of people cannot afford, expensive hobbies and by managing Events. Claire was no doubt proud of them.

Claire suffered from Grave’s disease.

Anyone for euthanasia, post-Credit Crunch?

 

Rayner never recovered from the emergency intestinal surgery that she received in May 2010 and died in hospital on 11 October 2010. She told her relatives she wanted her last words to be: “Tell David Cameron that if he screws up my beloved NHS I’ll come back and bloody haunt him.”

Ah, Claire she was wonderful! Along with the doctors.

Claire Rayner was a prolific author of fiction and her output was nearly as impressive as that of Barbara Cartland. Some of her titles were:

  • Soho Square (1976)
  • Flapper (1988)
  • Blitz (19
  • First Blood (1993)
  • Second Opinion (1994)
  • London Lodgings (1994)
  • Paying Guests (1995)
  • Lady Mislaid (1968)
  • Death on the Table (1969)
  • The Meddlers (1970)
  • The Running Years (1981)
  • The Enduring Years (1982)
  • The Virus Man (1985)
  • Children’s Ward, the Lonely One, Private Wing (1988)
  • Dangerous Things (1993)
  • The Final Year (1993)
  • The Doctors of Downlands (1994)
  • Children’s Ward (1995)
  • The Private Wing (1996)
  • The Legacy (1997)
  • The Inheritance (1998)
  • The Murdering Old Psychiatrist (unfinished)

Among Claire’s ‘non-fiction’ titles is a volume called ‘What Happens In A Hospital’, although I suspect that should probably have been listed under ‘fiction’.

 

 

The self-promotion in relation to the Welsh Labour leadership campaign continues. Mark Drakeford was ‘delighted’ to receive the support of UNISON, which in the light of Drakeford’s Health and Social Services policy simply consisting of asking the NHS how much money they would like and how often followed by an assurance that there will be no action taken against anyone no matter how great the scandal/wrongdoing/disaster, was nor surprising.

I was sent an article from the ‘Western Mail’ in which the Baroness of Ely styled herself ‘A Socialist For The Digital Age’ and most entertainingly stressed that she is worthy of being FM because she is ‘not an insider’. Full details of the Baroness’s biography and doings can be read in previous posts, but here’s a very brief resume:

The Baroness’s dad was the Rev Bob Morgan, who was Labour leader of South Glamorgan County Council. The Rev Bob was mates with all the Labour big wigs and movers and shakers and was also involved in charidee work with the molester George Thomas, aka Viscount Tonypandy, a long-serving south wales Labour MP and one-time Speaker of the House. The Baroness knew many of these big wigs at a young age and joined the Labour Party when she was barely out of nappies. The Baroness became actively involved in Labour Party politics in her teens and is a friend of the Windbags. When the Baroness was elected as the MEP for mid and west Wales in 1994, she was the youngest MEP to take her seat. I have found out that a few people in the Labour Party in Wales were not too happy with the way in which the Baroness obtained the nomination for that seat. The Baroness served on the Welsh Labour Party Executive for 10 years and was a founding member of the Yes for Wales Cross party group which campaigned for the Welsh Assembly to be established. So the Baroness knows Ron ‘I was looking for badgers’ Davies, former Secretary of State for Wales, very well indeed. As well as everybody else in the Labour party in Wales, in Westminster and in the Lords. What with not being an insider.

In 2003, there was a big row and accusations of cronyism when the Windbag’s former long-serving SPAD Jan Royall was appointed as Head of the European Union’s office in Wales  at a salary of nearly £90k pa. The job was not advertised externally and there were complaints from the Tories, Plaid and politicians from European parties. Hans-Gert Poettering, leader of the European Christian Democrat and Conservative group, raised the matter with Romano Prodi, the then President of the EU Commission, on the grounds that the move was “an inappropriate political appointment.”. The Vice-President of the European Commission at the time was the Windbag, who stated that:

“I was not involved in the appointment in any way since such procedures and posts are not in my portfolio. I understand that there were other applicants for the post and, in accordance with all the proper rules, Jan Royall was appointed on merit.”

Among the melee, there was one person who defended Royall’s appointment: one Eluned Morgan, now the Baroness of Ely. The Baroness said that Royall ‘had been appointed on merit and maintained that an individual’s affiliation to a political party should not be a reason for excluding them from applying for jobs.’

The two main opposition parties in the Assembly, however, were concerned that Ms Royall’s high profile connections with leading Labour politicians, including the Windbags, would be a barrier to impartiality in the job.

They were particularly concerned that it would be a factor in the run up to the following year’s European elections and repeated their demand that Ms Royall should step down immediately.

Ms Royall, who was expected to represent the EU in Wales and Wales in Brussels, refused to respond to the demands for her resignation and turned down all requests for interviews.

Where is Jan Royall now? She’s in the Lords of course, along with both Windbags and the Baroness of Ely. Jan was Secretary General of the British Labour Group in the European Parliament (1979-1985) and Policy Adviser/Personal Assistant to the Windbag as Leader of the Opposition. Jan became a member of the latter’s Cabinet when he was European Commissioner for Transport (1995-1999) and Vice President of the Commission (1999-2002). Jan was then responsible for the Commission’s relationship with the European Parliament before becoming Head of the European Commission Office in Wales (2003-2004). Jan joined the Lords in 2004 and became a member of the Privy Council in 2008. Having served a Government Whip and Government Spokesperson for Health, International Development and Foreign and Commonwealth Office (2005-2008), she became Government Chief Whip in the Lords in 2008.  Jan entered the Cabinet in 2008 as Leader of the Lords (2008-2010) and held the titles of Lord President of the Council (2008-2009) and Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster (2009-2010). She was elected as Leader of the Opposition in the Lords in May 2010 and became a member Ed Miliband’s Shadow Cabinet at the same time.

So Jan Royall was Lord President of the Council, 2008-09 and therefore the visitor to Bangor University during that time. Er, would you know anything about the havoc prevailing at Bangor University then Jan, with that massive effort by the paedophiles’ friends to overthrow the Vice-Chancellor via highly questionable means, including that plan to fit him up for a criminal offence? A plan which was largely orchestrated by one Prof Fergus Lowe, who was as nasty as the other paedophiles’ friends but not so thick and he didn’t knock off at 3-30 pm either as was the habit of so many, so Fungus was rather more capable than most of them. See previous posts…

 

Here’s Tony Francis’s friend, delighted that another one of his cronies has bagged a senior position, while Romano Prodi elbows him out of the way:

Romano Prodi and Neil Kinnock in Wales

 

 

 

 

Someone who is not in any way an insider, but who knows a lot of people who are:

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The ‘Western Mail’ also published the Baroness’s economic policy for Wales. It can be summed up by ‘er, um, er, well, I would increase employment and encourage growth sort of, er, I think’.

How the Baroness will increase employment and encourage growth when all she has ever known is that well-known model of business among Wimmin who tick all the right boxes in the Welsh Labour Party which consists of ‘applying for a pot of money’ she did not explain.

Readers in England who don’t believe me, you have missed out. It was hilarious, wherever you went throughout the 1980s and 90s in Wales there would be a Woman who was Empowering Someone who would explain that they would be applying for a pot of money, which would fund the Co-ordinator and the Support Workers for This Project. Not only would the jobs never be advertised, but when the pot of money was being applied for, there would be an open discussion among the Wimmin with reference to the named Wimmin who’s jobs the pot of money would be funding.

When I finished my PhD, I really thought that I had waved good-bye to the world in which everyone was in hot pursuit of a pot of money. So imagine my surprise when I finally bagged a post-doc job and word got around that I was quite keen on community-things and I began receiving phone calls from Wimmin (who had previously refused to come near me what with me having Complained About The Paedophiles’ Friends) asking me if I had a pot of money that they could apply for. It was funny, but I did draw the conclusion of ‘Christ no wonder we’re all in such a mess’. I even received requests for a pot of money when I was between contracts working for no pay myself. I was friends with a PhD student who knew what was going on and had an excellent sense of the ridiculous, who would also be rolling around with laughter at the notion of the pot of money.

One day a social worker became very angry with me because I did not have access to a pot of money with which to give £300 each to a number of Service User Representatives to enable them to attend a Service Users’ Conference. I explained to the Service User Representatives – who had been told by the social worker that of course there would be a pot of money – that no, I had bugger all money myself, I wasn’t even getting a salary for my work at that time. They snapped at me ‘we really cannot believe that’. My PhD student friend with the sense of humour – who was living in’t shoe box in’t middle of t’road himself – commented that the VC was obviously sitting upstairs in his office lighting his cigars with the £50 notes which had been earmarked for the proverbial pot of money…

Bore da Professor Jones, we’re here to discuss the University’s research strategy…

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Someone should have taken a leaf out of the rocker Bill Drummond’s book and set fire to one million. Jane Hutt would be horrified, that would keep Chwarae Teg going for at least three months.

 

The Baroness raised concerns about the sexist behaviour of one in possession of testicles the other day, namely Sir Roderick Evans. The crime for which the Baroness was castigating Roderick Evans was but very trivial, certainly in comparison to the rest of Sir Roderick’s life’s work, but the Baroness failed to comment on that.

Sir Roderick Evans, or the Honourable Mr Justice Roderick Evans to use his legal title, was called to the Bar in 1970 and was appointed a Queen’s Counsel in 1989. He became a circuit judge in 1992, serving as resident judge for the Merthyr Tydfil Crown Court from 1994 to 1998 and as resident judge for Swansea Crown Court from 1998 to 1999. In 1999 he was appointed a Senior Circuit Judge and Honorary Recorder of Cardiff. Sir Roderick was appointed a High Court Judge of the Queen’s Bench Division in 2001 and between 2004 and 2007 he was Presiding Judge for Wales. He retired from the High Court in April 2013.

Sir Roderick joined Dafydd’s mates as a member of the Gorsedd of Bards in 2002 and since 2011 he has served as a member of the Parole Board. Bluglass and Colin Berry served on the Parole Board. Sir Roderick holds Honorary Fellowships and Awards from Aberystwyth (2003), Swansea (2007) and Bangor (2010) Universities. In 2015, he was elected a Fellow of the Learned Society of Wales.

Sir Roderick Evans is Pro-Chancellor of Swansea University Council and is also a member of the Swansea University Court.

So not only has Sir Roderick worked with the maggots who have crawled all over the criminal justice system in Wales for the last four decades while they concealed a network of organised abuse and associated serious crime, but he was Presiding Judge for Wales when Judge Huw Daniel broke the law in court re my own case in 2004 and when that certificate of indictment was forged stating that I had pleaded guilty to a charge of violent disorder at Caernarfon Crown Court when I had not even been charged with such an offence. Ever.

In 2004 Rhodri Morgan was FM. Who’s friends and family run Swansea University.

Sir Roderick: Do you remember that case in the late 1990s in which Dafydd got a rapist off of a prison sentence by giving evidence that the rapist had PTSD? I think that it was at Swansea Crown Court. Your Court Sir Roderick! The rapist was later revealed to have a string of convictions and he assaulted the TV journos on camera after the case. The rapist worked as a solicitor. He left the court as a pillion passenger on his mate’s motorbike without wearing a crash helmet.

 

Since March 2016 Sir Roderick Evans has been Standards Commissioner for the National Assembly of Wales. The Standards Commissioner is an independent person appointed by the National Assembly for Wales, to safeguard standards, to uphold reputations, and to address the public’s concerns about the collection of ex-social workers and Councillors who ignored a vicious paedophile ring for many years.

Meet the Commissioner Sir Roderick Evans:

 

The Baroness’s biggest problem with him? That’s Sir Roderick didn’t find much wrong with a You Tube clip made by UKIP’s Gareth Bennett about Labour’s Joyce Watson ‘which featured Ms Watson’s face superimposed on a woman in a low-cut top’.

In the last few weeks, Simon Thomas, who was until very recently a Plaid AM and before that a Plaid MP, was found guilty of producing indecent images of children and is currently awaiting sentence. The adult son of the Baroness’s colleague and Labour leadership rival Mark Drakeford – Drakeford is a former social worker and Councillor – was jailed for eight years for the violent, prolonged ‘punishment’ rape of a young woman. He also groomed an underaged girl online.

Sir Roderick is investigating a spoof You Tube clip and the Baroness actually thought that it was worth her while bothering to comment about it.

The Baroness’s husband is a GP in south Wales. There is currently an investigation underway into the deaths of 26 babies in the care of Cwm Taf Health Board. I had heard that the maternity care in that Heath Board was dangerous six years ago. Did the Baroness’s husband know about this as well?

 

Here’s another one for the Senedd and the Baroness’s husband. In the late 1990s, one of the UK’s Experts in ‘Control and Restraint’ in Mental Health nursing was one Mike Williams. He was paid a lot of money to go all over the country sharing his expertise. Mike Williams worked as an Angel in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for decades. He was the charge nurse in Bryn Golau Ward when I was illegally imprisoned there in 1986/87. Mike witnessed Dafydd turning up at gone midnight to ‘visit’ me, when I was in bed. Mike knew that I had been unlawfully arrested and imprisoned. He did not let me out. Mike was told by another Angel to put me in the Dungeon but he realised that I had a brain and he was treading carefully.

Mike had worked at the North Wales Hospital since the mid-1960s. He knew about the lobotomies, the abducted babies, the disappeared, the forged documentation, the trafficking gang and of course that dungeon. Mike knows about the murder of Stephen Bagnall as well (see post ‘Hey, Hey DAJ, How Many Kids Did You Kill Today?’).

One of the UK’s ‘experts’. It wasn’t a coincidence. Everyone who had the gen on that trafficking gang flourished. They are also the people who are Upholding The Standards.

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My post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’ detailed how in the early 1990s a young woman called Rebecca Teacher made headlines in the UK after she claimed to have been horrifically abused in a commune near Bangor as a child. Rebecca told a story of running away with a friend and telling both the police in Bangor and Gwynedd Social Services of terrible physical and sexual abuse of children in the commune, only to be taken into care for a short while and then returned to her abusers. Rebecca appeared on the ‘Kilroy’ programme, which at about the same time invited Dafydd along to star in one show in his capacity as an ‘expert’ to discuss PTSD. When Rebecca appeared on ‘Kilroy’, Kilroy also invited her dad along, Kevin Teacher, the leader of the community and, Rebecca alleged, her abuser. Kevin Teacher was aggressive and unpleasant to Rebecca on camera and carried on in a rather Top Doctoresque manner, making comments along the lines of ‘well Rebecca you’ll remember when the Bangor Police arrested you for stealing’, when Rebecca was describing the brutal beatings that she alleged that she and other kids in the commune had received.

I have found an article in ‘The Independent’ dated 11 August 1993 reporting that Rebecca and her stepfather, William Webb, had appeared at the Old Bailey and denied conspiracy to blackmail Kevin Teacher (real name Kevin O’Byrne). It was alleged that Rebecca and William Webb ‘carried out a blackmail campaign’ in 1992, threatening to tell newspapers how children living with The Teachers had been sexually and physically abused unless her father paid up. David Bate, for the prosecution, told the Old Bailey that Rebecca had claimed that ‘she and other children were treated like slaves at the cult commune near Bangor in North Wales’ and that Kevin O’Byrne ‘forced children to beat each other up. He also beat the children with curtain rails or horse whips’ and that ‘Ms Teacher told police she demanded between £40,000 and £60,000 from her father after failing to sue him for damage she allegedly suffered in childhood.’

On 19 August 1993, The Indie reported that Rebecca and William Webb had been cleared of blackmail and explained that:

After her acquittal by a jury at the Old Bailey in London, Rebecca Teacher, 18, said that she would be asking the police to investigate The Teachers, set up by her father Kevin O’Byrne, 55. She said: ‘The trial has been an ordeal and I want to try and put my life together now.’ Her stepfather William Webb, 43, was also found not guilty. The defendants, both from Barnet, north London, had denied conspiring to blackmail Mr O’Byrne, who styles himself ‘Kevin of the Teachers’. The court was told that Mr O’Byrne received telephone calls from the defendants last year demanding between pounds 40,000 and pounds 60,000. They threatened to expose the sect’s activities to newspapers if he did not pay up. Mr Webb, a laser consultant, and Miss Teacher admitted demanding the money, but said it was to compensate her for years of suffering. She made the calls after her efforts to sue her father and her attempts to alert the authorities to her plight failed. Mr O’Byrne jointly founded the sect in 1972. The court was told that he believed incest should no longer be a crime because the ‘genetic difficulties’ that it might cause could be avoided through contraception. The court was also told that children were beaten, whipped, locked up for days without food and made to look after the animals at The Teachers’ remote farmhouse commune near Bangor, North Wales.

But David Bate, for the prosecution, said that although the sect was ‘weird and bizarre’ it was not on trial. The issue was not whether the allegations of abuse were true, but whether the blackmail demands were warranted. Miss Teacher was born into the sect and the court was told that she was beaten and sexually abused until her mother and Mr Webb left the group when she was aged 11. She was one of at least 12 children fathered by Mr O’Byrne with six women. She said yesterday: ‘I did this not just for myself but for the other children.’ Mr O’Byrne did not give evidence. His absence was described by Judge Clive Tayler as being like ‘Hamlet without the Prince’.

 

There must have been another trial soon after as well, because ‘Court News UK’ reported that on Nov 2, 1993 Kevin Teacher’s son Matthew O’Byrne, age 28, told the Old Bailey that when living at the commune, he sexually abused other children. I do not have access to the full report on ‘Court News UK’, so I have no idea of the details of this trial or its outcome.

The Teachers were a community who lived on a farm at Tregarth. They had left by the time that Rebecca went public, but The Teachers were still at Tregarth when I arrived at UCNW/Bangor University in 1981. Wales was heaving with hippies, communes and alternative people at the time and many of them were making things – crafts, clothes, jewellery etc – which they would sell. The Teachers were rather different in that they had a shop in Bangor and a rather strange shop at that. The shop sold educational materials for children, but inside the shop, the walls were plastered in posters promoting the notion of ‘family planning’. It was seriously weird. I looked around the shop a few times but because there weren’t any books for adults in there I didn’t bother to make it a regular stopping place of mine. The shop assistants weren’t at all chatty, so I didn’t get to know them either.

I hadn’t been in Bangor long however when I heard more about The Teachers. I was living in hall and at one point I thought about moving out and I went to view a little cottage near Church Island at Menai Bridge. A young woman and her boyfriend were sharing it with another girl who was moving out of the house, so they had advertised a room. I went to see the house and spent the morning chatting with the two who I’d be sharing with if I did move in. The young woman was a dental nurse and her boyfriend was a PhD student in Marine Sciences. Because I was relatively new to Bangor, we chatted about everything and they briefed me. They asked me if I’d met any of the hippies in the communes and I said that I’d been in The Teachers’ shop. They told me not to have anything to do with The Teachers because they were really bad news, but another community at Aber, the Sanyassins, were fine.

The Sanyassins, or Orange People, were followers of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, who excited the ‘Daily Mail’ because of the orgies which Bhagwan was alleged to have encouraged at his main communes outside of the UK and of course because Bhagwan owned a fleet of Rolls Royces. There were still a few former Orange People living around Bethesda when I lived there in the 1990s. One was called Promod, real name Peter Greenaway, who was married to Alison Greenaway, who was the manager of the MIND Centre at Abbey Road, Bangor. Alison Greenaway was a complete stooge of Dafydd and the gang, the MIND centre colluded with them and silenced all dissent. Alison Greenaway later became a psychiatric social worker and spent many enjoyable years standing by silently while patients died or were framed and imprisoned. Another Orange Person whom I knew was a mate of Alison’s, a woman called Jackie, who used to spend much time in Turkey enjoying the company of young Turkish men while her partner, a gentle man who was constantly stoned, was told to put up with it. Then Jackie discovered the joys of The Gambia and moved a Gambian toyboy in and relegated her stoned partner to the attic.

I knew another Sanyassin very well, because he was a Hergest patient. He moved into Rachub and the whole village was told that he was a nutter who was ‘a danger to women’. He wasn’t – one of my friends was his girlfriend. He had spent some time living in south Wales and when he was there he told us that he was wrongly accused by a female police officer and then violently attacked by a number of male police officers and hit on the head with a truncheon so hard that he was seriously injured. He was arrested – for assaulting the woman police officer. When under arrest, he requested medical help and was diagnosed with ‘paranoid schizophrenia’ and sectioned. He appeared in court, was found guilty of assault and was put on probation. He wanted to return to Bethesda, so his ‘care’ was transferred to Dr Tony Francis at the Hergest Unit and the North Wales Probation Service took over his ‘case’. His girlfriend told me that she had seen the photos of the serious injuries which the police inflicted and she also told me that both Tony Francis and the probation officer had admitted to her that the Sanyassin had been severely beaten up by the South Wales Police and framed. None of that was recorded on his medical notes or his probation file. The official story was that he was a ‘paranoid schizophrenic’ – Alison and Jackie agreed with the diagnosis – who had brought it on himself by blowing dope. Every time that this man announced that he would try and come off his medication, he would be sectioned and dosed up again. His girlfriend visited him regularly when he was an in-patient in Hergest and noted the abuse and neglect on the part of the staff, as well as their lies in the face of complaint.

The Hergest staff didn’t know this, but before that man joined Bhagwan’s community, he was doing a post-doc at St Mary’s Hospital, Paddington. He spoke to me about the malpractice and fuckwittery that he witnessed there. A few months ago, someone from Bethesda told me that he’d been found dead, but I don’t know any details. For further details of this man’s brutal treatment at the hands of the South Wales Police and the collusion of the all agencies with the violent thugs who nearly killed him, see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’.

 

The dental nurse who warned me against The Teachers had a mother who was a midwife at St David’s Hospital in Bangor and she told me that there were constant allegations that the children of The Teachers were being mistreated and that the adults ‘shared’ the children, so the kids didn’t have any specific parents to rely on. I heard about Kevin Teacher as well – that he was mad, an absolute git who accompanied the women and children EVERYWHERE, even to hospital appointments and dominated the whole commune. The midwife who worked at St David’s had told her daughter that Kevin Teacher used to arrive at St David’s with whichever woman from the commune was in labour and would refuse to leave them alone with the Top Docs and Angels. Furthermore, I was told that there was an experimental birthing pool at St David’s and Kevin really freaked the Top Docs out because he got into the pool along with the women.

As ever with An Everyday Story Of North Wales Folk, one had to untangle the mess. The Teachers did have a terrible reputation, I was later told that by other people as well. But so did St David’s Hospital in Bangor. My post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’ describes just some of what I knew was going on up there – the illegal abducting of newborns of women who’s families had conspired with Dafydd, false accusations made against women miscarrying that they had tried to procure an abortion, women being treated appallingly insensitively and even concerns that patients were sexually assaulted by some staff. St David’s Hospital was fully on board with Dafydd’s gang. There was one obstetrician up there who severely brain damaged one baby after buggering up the delivery. The mother wasn’t told what had happened and no admissions were ever made by the Top Docs. The same Top Doc then buggered up another delivery, resulting in another brain damaged baby and was found a job in Australia in order for silence to be maintained. St David’s employed a monster of a senior nurse who’s sole purpose was to intimidate parents who were complaining of damaged or dead babies. There were very, very big problems at that hospital and every Top Doc and midwife knew it.

When I told the Hergest Unit a few years later what I had heard about St David’s, it was flatly denied. Er – I had spoken to women who had delivered up there and they supplied quite enough evidence to confirm that what they were saying was true. There was also a problem with the community midwives back in the 1980s. One of my neighbours on Anglesey told me how bloody rude the midwife was, she even marched into their house without knocking, so her husband kicked her out.

If I had given birth at St David’s I would have taken the father of the baby in with me as a bodyguard, so who knows, perhaps the women of The Teachers felt like that as well. It is difficult to know who would have been less helpful to the patients, Kevin Teacher or the St David’s staff.

As ever, people were reluctant to make a fuss about their ‘care’ at St David’s lest there was Retribution. So now that Dr David Reed and his wife Fiona are safely out of the clutches of the Top Docs, perhaps they’d like to confirm that they were very, very distressed at the way in which Fiona was treated during the birth of her first baby, but Dave was doing his PhD at Ysbyty Gwynedd and Fiona was working as a secretary there…

St David’s closed down in the 1990s, but as with the closure of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, the mad, abusive staff were simply relocated to a new unit at Ysbyty Gwynedd. The bad attitudes and mistreatment of patients continued. When I was doing my PhD, one member of staff at Bangor University told me that the delivery of her baby had been so badly handled that the baby had been left brain damaged – but fortunately not seriously – and she had been left with PTSD herself because of the brutality with which she had been treated. She sued and won. How did this patient win a case against Gwynedd Health Authority when women who’s babies actually died were told to sod off and no admissions were made? She was an Angel of course, who had the dirt on them, so they paid up.  This Angel continued in the same vein over the following years, bagging successive jobs which she could not do on the back of her knowledge of NHS wrongdoing. She hit the jackpot when she shared an office with me because she found out about the first batch of documents that my lawyers got hold of which included those describing how Alun Davies and the Top Docs were going to fit me up in court. It was on the basis of this that the Angel bagged a research grant from the North West Wales NHS Trust. When I wrote an article for a newspaper about the mental health services, the Angel asked me if I would publish false allegations about the VC of Bangor University in the press. I refused and a few days later the Angel screamed at me that Brown and me were ‘damaging her career’ with our articles about the NHS.

Had Dr Dee Jones aka Dr Dee Gray not hitched her fortunes up to a paedophile gang, she need never have worried about Brown and I publishing the wrongdoing of the NHS. Dr Dee Gray now runs an ‘executive coaching business’, ‘Gray’s Learning’, through which she flogs her ‘expertise’ to the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board and others for many thousands of pounds. As Dee has built her entire career upon her knowledge of the crimes of the Top Doctors, perhaps she could give us all the details of the deal which she thrashed out with corrupt NHS personnel and corrupt union reps that resulted in her bagging a massive compensation pay-out from Bangor University after the joint NW Wales NHS Trust-Bangor University project which she ‘led’ went tits up and hundreds of thousands of pounds were wasted and two PhD students did not get PhDs. See post ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’ for more Dr Dee Gray laffs.

 

As well as hearing about The Teachers during my visit to the cottage near Church Island, the dental nurse’s PhD student boyfriend told me something else as well, which I attributed to homophobia at the time, because I didn’t know that an abuse ring targeting boys was operating in the region. The dental nurse’s boyfriend expressed concern about the Gay Soc at UCNW. UCNW was not a hot bed of leftist politics, the SDP were the dominant force among the English speaking students, although of course many of the Welsh-speaking students were involved with Welsh activism. However, UCNW did have a very active Gay Soc, one of the most active in the UK and it was networked to much UK-wide gay activism. The dental nurse’s boyfriend kept repeating that he didn’t think that Gay Soc should be allowed to appear at the freshers events and tout for business. I was gobsmacked and told him so; this PhD student then said ‘but they’re trying to get the students who aren’t gay interested as well, they’re forcing it on them’.

I didn’t click, even when in my second year I was told repeatedly by other students that Gay Soc were ‘extreme’. It was only toward the end of my third year when a very obviously predatory older man – who was a teacher at St David’s College, Llandudno – joined the UCNW Bird Group and bothered some freshers so badly that they asked to be protected from him when I realised that students at Bangor were being targeted. During those years, a number of people left the Chester branch of CHE because they maintained that it was a front for paedophile activity. I now realise what that PhD student whom I met in my first year was concerned about. Dafydd’s trafficking gang was targeting children/adolescents/vulnerable young people, male and female and the gang was operating within UCNW. See post ‘Just A Language Divide?’.

Two other people who were students at the same time as me at UCNW who probably knew something about the gang even if they didn’t realise it are Julian Oliver and his (now ex) wife Heather. Julian studied zoology and had a very bad experience with Dafydd’s partner in crime Dr D.G.E. Wood just before finals. Julian’s girlfriend, whom he later married, Heather, was doing teacher training at Bangor. Heather was difficult and didn’t get on with other students very well, but she was truly appalled by what she witnessed on her teacher training placements. She was very voluble regarding what she thought were dreadful standards, the qualifying of the most unsuitable students and the neglect of children in one primary school in particular near Colwyn Bay. Dafydd’s gang had a stronghold at Colwyn Bay.

 

To return to The Teachers. The other person who told me that The Teachers were abusing children was Meleri Tudor, a solicitor in Bangor, who later practised in Caernarfon and then became an employment tribunal judge. Meleri and I discussed The Teachers and their alleged abuse of children on the day that Meleri accompanied me to Chester Court when Gwynedd County Council attempted to have me imprisoned on the basis of the perjury of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, in July 1990. See post ‘ ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’. Meleri confirmed that other people knew that The Teachers were abusing children as well – she told me that ‘people don’t like them much because of the way that they treat their children’.

Yet when Rebecca Teacher and her friend ran away and reported the abuse to Bangor Police Station and Gwynedd County Council, Rebecca and her friend were treated as delinquents – ‘Rebecca was stealing’ – and they were very soon sent back to The Teachers.

Although Rebecca and her stepdad were acquitted of conspiracy to blackmail, I can remember being told by people in Bethesda – which was some two miles away from The Teachers’ farm – that ‘that girl was just after money’. I was even told this by two hippies who had previously told me that The Teachers were ‘bad news’. One of these hippies was friends with a man called Alan Patrick, who had joined The Teachers and left, but refused to give anyone details why. I was simply told that Alan was trying to forget all about ever having been one of them. Alan then ran a shop in Bethesda and shared a flat with Dr Chris Barnes. Chris taught at UCNW and then later at Hillgrove School. I always liked Chris Barnes, he was very jolly and entertaining, but Chris was married to Gwyneth Barnes (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’) who worked as a cleaner at the Hergest Unit, who must have known how badly the patients there were treated, because some of the cleaners used to tell their friends and families that they couldn’t believe what they were witnessing at the Hergest Unit.

Rebecca received all that publicity while the North Wales Police investigated the possibility of a paedophile ring operating in Cheshire and north Wales but concluded that there wasn’t one; when hundreds of complaints about the abuse of children at the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor were made but no action was taken by the DPP; when Dafydd was popping up constantly on TV as an ‘expert’; when former kids in care and psych patients were dropping like lemmings; when I was prosecuted and convicted of ‘staring at a social worker in Safeways’ – a social worker who had previously illegally detained me and then lied to the police and admitted this in court (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’); when I wrote to Michael Mansfield QC regarding what was happening to me at the hands of Gwynedd Social Services, only to receive a one line reply; when Superintendent Gordon Anglesea sued ‘Private Eye’, ‘The Independent On Sunday’ and HTV for libel after they named him as abusing boys in care in north Wales.

No-one defended Rebecca. She was firmly branded a money grubbing liar.

Less than one year after Rebecca’s acquittal, Peter Howarth was jailed for sexually abusing boys at Bryn Estyn. Howarth was a key figure in a massive paedophile ring. Still no-one suggested that perhaps Rebecca might have been telling the truth.

Meleri Tudor, the lawyer who knew that kids at The Teachers were being abused, was the daughter of a Minister of religion. Meleri’s sister had served time in Holloway for Welsh language activism. I’m fairly certain that Meleri’s husband was a lawyer. Meleri at that time worked for Carter, Vincent, Jones, Davies in Bangor and one of the partners was Alwyn Jones, who was my main solicitor. At that time, Alwyn was married to a lawyer who worked for Gwynedd County Council. Alwyn’s wife’s father was a police officer who was a Freemason in Bangor. Meleri was friendly with people who were in the Bangor University Lodge.

On the day that Gwynedd Social Services tried to frame and imprison me at Chester Court in July 1990, the reason why Meleri came to the court with me was that I was warned that I could well go to prison so someone from my solicitor’s practice would definitely be coming with me, but it had to be Meleri because although Alwyn had been handling my case, on the big day he found that he had to be elsewhere, so Meleri, his junior, came to Chester with me, although Alwyn was very worried that he couldn’t be there.

That was the Alwyn who’s wife worked as a lawyer for Gwynedd County Council – who were taking me to Chester Court in order to have me imprisoned. Documents now in my possession demonstrate that Ron Evans, Gwynedd County Council’s lawyer, knew that lies were going to be told about me on oath and indeed Ron had sent a note to the perjurers of Arfon Community Mental Health Team telling them who to meet at Chester before the case, where they would be told what to say and shown their affidavits. Which presumably they had not written and signed themselves as alleged.  Three of the people who gave evidence against me had never met me before. One of them had met me at most, twice. Documents in my possession also show that Ron Evans knew that the Court had been changed, as had the judge, days before the hearing. Ron sent the Arfon perjurers a little hand-written note telling them this and giving them precise details of which Court to go to and how to get there. Meleri knew that the Court and judge had been changed as well. My barrister, Suzanne Evans, didn’t. She went to the wrong court, arrived very late for my case, was all of a fumble and the corrupt judge – for he was indeed corrupt – Justice John Roch, later Lord Justice John Roch, snapped and shouted at her.

Fourteen or fifteen charges against me were thrown out because the Arfon perjurers were demonstrated to have lied on oath. Roch offered to give them extra time to rewrite their statements. Their barrister declined, saying that Gwynedd County Council had already spent a great deal of time and money on this case.

Justice Roch was clearly intimidating Suzanne Evans, but she knew damn well that extensive perjury and conspiracy had been committed. She didn’t utter a word and I never heard from her again after I left the court. For more information on Suzanne Evans, see post ‘Life In Cold Blood’.

No-one ever mentioned the industrial scale perjury and conspiracy after we left Chester Court. I told Meleri that I thought it was very odd that the Court and judge had been changed and my barrister didn’t know. Meleri brushed it off and maintained that it was just a little mistake. Meleri gave me a lift back to Bethesda but I was so stressed that she had to keep stopping the car so I could throw up. She told me that her daughter got car sick as well, but nothing like this!

Bechod!

‘We didn’t know.’

Roch, Alwyn, Meleri, Ron Evans, Lucille, Arfon CMHT, Gwynedd County Council, Suzanne Evans: It’s A Rat Trap – And You’ve Been Caught…

A Tonic for the Troops
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‘We didn’t know.’

I must congratulate Alwyn on his camouflage, it was even better than that of Prof Eric Sunderland.

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Professor Eric Sunderland:

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Alwyn’s crooked lawyer of a wife later left him – she was having an affair with another crooked lawyer who worked for Gwynedd County Council – and Alwyn remarried, to a pharmacist whom he had known at Abersytwyth University. Alwyn’s stepson Sean (it might be spelt differently) Hudson went to school with Laura, the daughter of Ella Fisk, who was the Angel who ran the Day Centre at the Hergest Unit. Ella knew that I and other patients were being fitted up in court by her colleagues. Sean went to Oxford to read law and Laura went to Cambridge and is now a clinical psychologist!

Tony and Sadie Francis’s son Adrian went to the same school as Sean and Laura – Ysgol David Hughes – and Adrian became a lawyer as well! Adrian is now a barrister at Dean’s Court Chambers in Manchester. Adrian’s Linked In profile provides the following info regarding his biography:

University of Liverpool, 1995-98, BA, 2:1; College of Law, 2001-03; RMNJ Solicitors, Chester, Trainee Solicitor in Criminal Defence, Mental Health Law and Conveyancing, 2003-05; Abraham & Co Solicitors, Criminal Defence and Mental Health Solicitor, 2005; The Law Office of Paul D’Ambrogio, Claimant Personal Injury Solicitor, 2006; Wirral Borough Council, Locum Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2006-08; Cheshire County Council, Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2008-09; Cheshire East Council, Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2009-10; Wiltshire Council, Locum Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2010-12: 500k recovered in Ordinary Residence Disputes. In addition in excess of 500k saved. 3 successful determinations by The Secretary of State for Health; Leeds City Council, Locum Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2012-14: Clients included Leeds City Council & NHS Leeds Clinical Commissioning Groups, Full range of Adult Social Care Advice to include – Litigated COP health & welfare matters, Ordinary Residence disputes, S117 Funding disputes, Community Care Law, Defendant Judicial Review Litigation; Cumbria County Council, Adult Social Care Legal Consultant, 2014: Court of Protection Litigation, Care Home Fees Recovery, Training of Solicitors; Manchester City Council, Locum Solicitor Adult Social Care, 2015: Adult Social Care Solicitor for Manchester City Council, Salford City Council & Manchester Mental Health & Social Care NHS Trust; Sheffield City Council, Locum Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2015-16: Court of Protection Litigation & Defendant Judicial Review Litigation on behalf of Sheffield City Council; South Tyneside Council, Locum Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2016-17: Litigation based role to include legal advice to the council on all matters relating to adult social care law to include advocacy before the court of protection & county court; LGSS Law Ltd, Adult Social Care and Healthcare Legal Team Manager (Locum), 2017: I carry a full adult social care law caseload and manage a team of Adult lawyers across 3 counties Cambridgeshire, Northamptonshire & Central Bedfordshire for the ABS LGSS Law Ltd. Providing Legal Services for the Public Sector to include local authorities & NHS Clinical Commissioning Groups; Borough of Poole, Locum Adult Social Care Lawyer, 2017-18.

Observant readers will have noticed that this son of two of the Top Docs who facilitated the trafficking gang in north Wales/Cheshire has been employed by a number of the County Councils who for years sent kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales where they were abused. Adrian Francis has been employed by some of the most troubled, scandal ridden local authorities in the UK to fight ‘service users’ who have dared to make a claim on those authorities. He has worked for the mental health services in Salford and Manchester – they employed his parents before the Francis’s relocated to north Wales…

I note that Adrian worked for the Wirral Borough Council, 2006-08. The corrupt HR Director at Bangor University, Lyn Meadows, who was busy trying to force me out of my job at the University at that time (see post ‘A Demand From Gwynedd County Council’) had recently been a non-executive Director of an NHS Trust on the Wirral. When in post, Meadows assisted in a fraud with three Top Doctors and was subsequently named in Hansard and on Frank Field’s blog. As well as helping Top Docs defraud the NHS, Meadows also had responsibility for developing mental health care on the Wirral. She therefore participated in yet another scam with dodgy people and it was later found that patients whom had been ‘cared for’ as a result of arrangements organised by Meadows were abused and neglected. When abusing her position in the NHS on the Wirral, Meadows was employed as a senior manager with the Welsh NHS Trust. She was in that post when Tony Francis was still alive and when Sadie Francis was still working at the Hergest Unit. After her retirement, Sadie Francis was a member of the North Wales Community Health Council – the ‘patients voice’. The CHC ignored all serious complaints about the mental health services. Lyn Meadows is now a member of the Betsi Board. Bernie Cuthel, another Board member from the NHS Trust which served the Wirral, also turned up on the Betsi Board a few years ago, after she had been obliged to leave the Wirral NHS in the wake of allegations of serious bullying and misconduct. Bernie is of course a mental health specialist. See post ‘The Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board’ and ‘Conflicts Of Interest – And Some Very Big Salaries’ for further information about Bernie.

 

Adrian Francis describes himself as:

‘An experienced lawyer who is a specialist in adult social care law specifically in the law relating to elderly & vulnerable clients, mental incapacity law, mental health law, care home fees, community care challenges, ordinary residence disputes, s117 aftercare funding disputes and all matters that are before the Court of Protection.

With over 10 years post qualification experience as a solicitor prior to qualifying as a barrister having advised local authorities nationwide on all legal matters relating to adult social care law and policy over the last decade.

Advocacy experience before the Magistrates Court, County Court, Mental Health Tribunal (First Tier Tribunal), HM Coroner and Court of Protection having appeared before the Courts nationwide from Newcastle in the North to Bournemouth in the South. A Welsh speaker and member of Grays Inn, The Law Society, Royal Society of Medicine & Court of Protection Practitioners Association (COPPA).’

 

When Adrian was at school and his parents were abusing us while pretending to be ‘caring’ for us, they used to tell us that Adrian wanted to be a Human Rights lawyer. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Surely a job with Cherie Booth is a must for Adrian now?

 

Two other rats who knew nuzzing are Sian Williamson and her husband Anton. Sian and Anton were Angels in north Wales for years. Sian worked on the psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd, Seiriol and Dwynwen Wards, before the Hergest Unit was built and then in the Hergest Unit. Anton worked as an Angel in Manchester for a while, he was an alcohol specialist. Sian and Anton did not abuse patients themselves but they witnessed their colleagues abusing patients on many occasions. They knew that patients were being unlawfully detained and fitted up in court. I met up with Sian when I was doing my PhD and she told me that conditions at the Hergest Unit were so dangerous that ‘someone is going to get killed’ there. She told me that the senior managers of the NW Wales NHS Trust would not listen to anyone no matter who was warning them that neither patients or staff were safe and that whistleblowers were simply sacked. Sian also told me that the Trust was buying the silence of certain mental health staff by ‘looking after them’. Two of the people whom she named were Bob Ingham and Gareth Phillips, both Angels who had been involved in fitting up patients who had complained. Sian was very unhappy that the Trust hadn’t ‘looked after’ Anton, who had retired early due to a back injury. At the time, Sian was working with the drugs and alcohol team on Anglesey – who were part of Dafydd’s domain, so I expect that Anton will be very well looked after by now. Particularly as I have been told that when Sian found out that I was doing a PhD and was preparing to publish on the abuses of the north Wales mental health services, she rang a few former colleagues who had fled the area before the Waterhouse Inquiry and sent out an alert.

My post ‘A Demand From Gwynedd County Council’ and previous posts discussed Eileen Tilley, the UCU rep at Bangor University, who colluded with Lyn Meadows’s bullying of staff and unlawful practices and who tried to shoulder the blame for Meadows’ and Meadows’ associates wrongdoing onto senior staff who were uninvolved, including the VC. I was told that Tilley wanted to bag a seat on the national executive of the UCU and that this was the basis of her chummy relationship with Meadows.

Today’s ‘Morning Star’ contains a big advert for a TUC fringe meeting on Sept 11, being organised by the ‘Morning Star’, on the subject of ‘How can the Labour Party link be developed from the workplace upwards? One of the speakers is Vicky Knight, the President of the UCU. When Vicky stood for election, her profile on the UCU website was headed by the words Vicky Price – Independent candidate – putting members first’. It was quite clear to me when I worked at Bangor that the UCU was putting the paedophiles’ friends first.

Vicky provided the following biography:

I have more than 25 years’ trade union experience in the public sector: within the Fire Brigades Union (FBU) and UCU as a local, regional and national representative.  I am an elected member of your national negotiating team and sit on your National Executive Committee, Further Education Committee, Equality and Women’s Committees. I have the honour of representing UCU at numerous events, on committees and platforms including; UCU Congress, TUC Congress, TUC Women’s conference, TUC Northwest Regional Conference.  For the last 3 years I have represented UCU on the TUC Women’s Committee where I’m proud to have been elected as Chair for the last 2 years.

I do not know how Vicky ended up as a Fire Brigades Union rep, but the FBU has certainly hosted a few interesting people. Someone with a background as an FBU national official is Ann Jones, Labour AM for the Vale of Clwyd. Ann grew up in Rhyl, was educated in Rhyl and was a Rhyl Town Councillor and a Denbighshire County Councillor. Ann knew all about Dafydd and the gang and knows that the NHS in north Wales is endemically corrupt and is killing people, but Ann isn’t saying a word. Which is why she is still sitting in the Senedd.

I’m puzzled as to why Labour Wimmin have been involved with the FBU. The Fire Brigade until recently was famously macho, the firemen spent their time boozing and reading/watching porn and had ludicrous initiation ceremonies which involved new recruits being stripped and urinated upon. One very effective way which the Fire Brigade used to prevent women joining when they were obliged to stop their unlawful sexual discrimination was to subject the female recruits to the same initiation ceremonies as the male recruits.

Does this look like someone who has taken her fair share of being pissed upon by the lads and spent many enjoyable hours watching porn, downing pints and eating vindaloos?

  • Ann Jones AM - Assembly Member Profile

‘Don’t fancy yours much mate’.

What has been going on in the FBU?

 

The ‘Morning Star’ also had a short article reporting the concerns of MIND that ‘poor social housing’ was contributing to the mental ill health of tenants. If only MIND had spoken out about this during the 1990s, when Hergest patients were systematically housed – when they were housed at all that was – in the most ‘hard to let’ housing in the area. After they’d been living in appalling hostels for months, the lucky few would be offered accommodation on the rough end of Maesgeirchan, the housing estate on the outskirts of Bangor, which was also where the Ty’r Felin children’s home was located. One severely ill patient was left to be harassed and threatened by the paedophiles’ friends who ruled the roost on Maesgeirchan and was eventually found dead in his house. He was called Charles Pearce and well-known in Bangor because he was floridly manic, used to call himself the King of Bangor and wear a home-made crown and robes. The mental health services banged him up in Denbigh for a few months, declared him incorrigible, released and then abandoned him. Charles was repeatedly arrested and fined for ludicrous offences, which eventually pushed him into so much debt that he had to sell his properties – he was then fleeced of thousands by the North Wales Housing Association – and after that he could only afford a former council house on Maesgeirchan. Charles subsequently developed a disorder which resulted in him pulling flesh off himself. He was seen out and about with visible injuries and was later found dead in his house, having disembowelled himself. See post ‘R.I.P. The Previous King Of Wales’. Charles Pearce died slowly and painfully in full view of the whole of Bangor.

The other favourite location for housing Hergest patients was on the Morawelon estate at Holyhead. One part of Morawelon was so bad that absolutely no-one would live there. A homeless hostel opened on Morawelon and was managed by a young woman who did know what she was doing. Sadly some bigoted corrupt old farts of Holyhead Councillors constantly undermined her, sabotaged her work, forced her to employ inappropriate people – ie. their friends – the scheme fell apart and the hostel subsequently turned into a crack house. Hergest patients were housed nearby. They were harassed, threatened and occasionally beaten up. MIND knew all about it, because Holyhead MIND ran a much boasted about  centre for service users, The Priory. Dr Mike Jackson, a clinical psychologist who worked at Bangor University and for the mental health services, was instrumental in establishing the flagship which was The Priory. A leading light in The Priory was Sue Sayer, who later was given a paid job as an advocate at the Hergest Unit. Patients were abused and assaulted by staff, fitted up in Court and were found dead regularly. Sue Sayer was told about the sexual abuse and trafficking of patients in a chain of private ‘nursing homes’, Prestwood (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’).

MIND did not say a word about any of this to anyone, although they did ask me if I would provide free maths lessons for Prestwood residents. I of course said no, not wishing to be a source of free labour for a people trafficking organisation. I was told that if I didn’t agree to provide free maths lessons for Prestwood clients, I would not be allowed to provide free maths lessons for the other service users at The Priory, which is what I had offered. So MIND prevented service users from accessing free maths tuition, which the service users had told me that they really wanted.

When Mike Jackson and his wife Sonia heard that my lawyer had finally obtained my highly incriminating medical records, Sonia shrieked at me ‘I hope that you’re not going to mention Mike’s name’ and a few days later Mike told me ‘I know you suffered but I hope you never win a case against the Trust because it’ll cost them nearly a million and that should be spent on my patients’.

Well Mike, I never received a penny from the dear old Trust, I and witnesses were simply threatened – including with guns – until I left Wales. But I don’t think that the million which was saved was spent on your patients was it – they’re still destitute and dying…

 

 

The extraordinary in-fighting in the Labour Party continues. Jeremy Corbyn has now subscribed to the precise definition of anti-semitism which Margaret Hodge demanded after she engaged lawyers to the Royals Mishcon de Reya because Jezza hurt her feelings, but Dame Madge is still not happy, because Jezza added a clause allowing people to have sympathies for the Palestinians should they wish. Dame Madge was given the prime time 8-10 am slot on the ‘Today’ programme this morning to tell the world that Jezza has ‘sullied’ the definition of anti-semitism by adding this outrageous clause. Dame Madge did quite a bit of sullying herself when she led Islington Borough Council and ignored the paedophile gang operating in its children’s homes, who murdered witnesses. Then the Dame did a bit more sullying when she was MP for Barking and ignored the fact that the local hospital was killing maternity patients at quite an impressive rate.

After Dame Madge had told the world how disgusting Jezza is now that he has added a conscience clause to the definition demanded by the Dame, the Dame and Baroness Shami Chakrabarti held a debate about Jezza and the definition. All I could think when I listened to the Dame and the Baroness discussing how much ‘hurt’ Jezza has caused by being too slow to adopt the right definition and then adding the conscience clause when he did adopt the right definition is that throughout this summer, some kids’ parents were too poor to provide lunches for them; some school girls are receiving free sanitary products because they cannot afford to buy them; the numbers of homeless are rising; disabled people and people on universal credit are becoming destitute because of changes to their benefits; most social service depts in the UK are under police investigation for grooming and people trafficking offences; social care for the elderly is virtually unavailable; and the mental health services have collapsed. And of course millions of people who aren’t actually in dire difficulties are still working long and hard to keep body and soul together.

Margaret Hodge’s immediate family, the Oppenheimers, moved to London after the Arab-Israeli war of 1948, concerned that anti-semitism had increased in the Middle East and started their family-owned steel-trading corporation, Stemcor. It is one of the world’s largest privately held steel companies, with an annual turnover of over £6 billion in 2011. Hodge is a major shareholder. Stemcor was run by her brother, Ralph, until September 2013.

Madge looks like she’s having a pretty good time, despite Jezza sullying things:

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Why would anyone ever vote Labour when she is allowed to conduct herself like this?

By the way Madge, Lady Shami was quite correct this morning when she told you that much of what you claim to be anti-semitic is open to debate, even among Jewish people. One of my friends married a Jewish Canadian and this Jewish Canadian used to tell me that he didn’t like visiting Golders Green because he found many of the people there rather difficult. I asked why and he said ‘there’s a lot of Israelis there, I don’t really like them that much, they tend to be a bit arrogant’. He is as Jewish as you are Madge, when I went to visit him and his family, I would watch him carrying out every appropriate ritual. They aren’t Orthodox, but he is Jewish. Neither does he own a steel company with an annual turnover of £6 billion and he’s never colluded with a paedophile gang.

 

The think tank established by the Windbag which has served as a job creation scheme for the offspring of Labour big wigs, the IPPR, has produced a report with ideas to transform the UK economy. The IPPR haven’t really transformed anything so far and they weren’t even bothering to acknowledge applications from people who responded to their adverts for policy specialists a few years ago – I did notice IPPR, I had absolutely everything on my CV that you wanted and much more, but whoops my mum isn’t Harriet and my dad wasn’t Ralph! – so I doubt that their ideas for transforming the economy will be very exciting. Two people were invited to discuss the IPPR report on the radio – Lord Bob Kerslake and Kate Andrews. Lord Bob Kerslake is the former Head of the Civil Service and was also the Biggest Wig in the NHS at one point, so there’s a sound track record there. Kate Andrews is a rather irritating right wing American who works for the Institute of Economic Affairs who arrived in the UK a few years ago and has been doing the rounds ever since, telling us all how crap we are, how crap our country is and how we need to take a leaf out of the book of the US. Er, OK…

 

Donald Trump

 

In that case Kate, I want Stormy Daniels over here as well.

 

The Top Docs continue to discover a life-saving miracle on a daily basis. Today it was childhood leukaemia. Which is a little confusing because the big advances were made with childhood leukaemia many years ago, when it was discovered that a combination of vincristin and methotrexate did produce very, very good results. Childhood leukaemia was no longer a death sentence as a result.

Brave Babs Windsor has had a pacemaker fitted after her Alzheimers meds caused her to collapse, or at least according to ‘The Sun’ that is what has happened. Which suggests that Babs is doing rather better out of the Top Docs than most other people are, when one considers the usual dire ‘care’ to which Alzheimers’ patients are subjected.

The World Health Organisation (WHO) are fuming because they have discovered that most people on the whole planet are not taking the required amount of exercise, as demanded by WHO. Uganda was mentioned as a particularly lamentable example. Call me naive, but I suspect that many people in Uganda probably have rather more pressing concerns than ensuring that they follow the WHO guidelines for daily exercise. For a start if they are gay, they’ll be terrified because should they be accused/caught they may well be executed.

The UK Cabinet are also concerned with First World Problems, they have agreed that every restaurant, cafe and other eating place should display the calorie content of the meals on offer on their menus, although there has been concern expressed regarding the cost of doing this for small businesses. The Cabinet are doing this because the scourge of obesity shows no signs of abating. Which suggests that the general public are not taking a blind bit of notice of ‘public education’ messages, so they’re not going to take any notice of calories printed on menus. Well Theresa May will, as will Chris Bryant, Jane Hutt, Julie Morgan and Stephen Kinnock, but they’ll probably be worrying about the calories before they choose anyway. Somehow I do not think that I’ll be witnessing the labourers with builders bums studying those calories when they order their fry-ups in the morning before starting work. Not that the Cabinet will realise that, most of them not having worked as hod carriers.

 

I look forward to hearing what lethal condition the Top Docs will announce that they have cured next, now that I have exposed Adrian Francis! I’ve had my eye on Adrian for a few years now, wondering if he was going to do the decent thing and resign as a lawyer after his father killed himself and then after I started this blog… No, Adrian’s going from strength to strength like the rest of them.

 

More names coming soon Top Docs…

 

A Demand From Gwynedd County Council

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marriott stayed working at Bangor University for many more years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh the irony!

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

 

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

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

Yma O Hyd!

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

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

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

 

Owen Morgan Edwards

 

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

The Crucible

I have discussed in previous posts how people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me at the hands of the trafficking gang in north Wales were approached to smear Brown and I. I was told a few weeks ago that ‘evidence’ gathered as a result of these approaches was accumulated by Dafydd et al for the purposes of being used for a ‘forensic psychiatric assessment’ to demonstrate how mad and dangerous I was and to justify my transfer to a secure psychiatric hospital. People not au fait with the mental health system may believe that this cannot happen without the patient facing a trial in Court. Sadly this is untrue. Patients can be transferred to high security hospitals, for life, from low security units on the basis of ‘evidence’ of which the patient is unaware and that has not even been demonstrated to be factual. I have documentation that demonstrates that this is what Dafydd et al were planning for me and that they spent a great deal of time and effort preparing the ground.

I detailed in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ how in the autumn of 1994 Dafydd made an allegation on the basis of absolutely no evidence at all that I had thrown a rock through the glass door of his house at approx 3 am in the morning. I did not even know that I had been accused of this by the time that Dafydd had told the police that I had done it. Neither was Dafydd in his house when he claimed that the rock had been thrown. The people who were alleged to have been in the house were ‘asleep’ and found the rock the next morning. This allegation then turned up again, accompanied by no evidence at all, in an affidavit which Dafydd swore in at the High Court in Liverpool and was the basis on which he obtained an injunction against me on 3 Nov 1994. See posts ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’.

Since I blogged about the allegation that I threw a rock through Dafydd’s door, I have been told that no rock was thrown by anyone, that the rock was planted and that Dafydd et al knowingly told a pack of lies to the police and to the High Court.

I was well used to Dafydd, Tony Francis and others making the most extraordinary claims about me for which there was not a shred of evidence. I had, according to them, tried to stab people, tried to throttle people and had violently assaulted a whole range of other people. In 1991 Dafydd told Professor Robin Jacobson of St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital that I had broken into his office and behaved in such a manner that Dafydd believed that he would be killed there and then. Goodness knows when this was supposed to have happened, I certainly have no recollection of any such incident, but Jacobson faithfully recorded this as fact and sent the details in a letter to Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School. Yet in the same letter Jacobson made it clear that he knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that Jacobson suspected that Tony Francis was as well. See post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’.

Some two years ago I found that it had been recorded upon my medical notes that I had ‘sexually assaulted a psychiatrist’. Gobsmacked, I approached the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board about this. They admitted that there was no evidence that this had happened and told me that it would be removed from my records. There was no investigation into who had made this claim or how it had ever found its way onto my records and I wouldn’t be surprised if this allegation is still on my records. It was documented upon my medical records some years ago that I ‘had held a nurse hostage’ and that I ‘had been in prison for attacking someone with a knife’. No-one could tell me when and where I’d held this Angel hostage or when I went to prison, where I served my sentence or which judge sentenced me and in which court and how long my sentence was. No-one would agree to rectify my records.

I was told some months ago by an NHS whistleblower that they had witnessed psychiatric nurses gossiping and speculating about patients over cups of tea and fags and on the basis of no evidence at all had drawn the most extraordinary conclusions among a flurry of comments such ‘ooh I bet that’s what happened’, ‘he could have, couldn’t he’ and that this Angelic gossip had then been documented as fact upon patients’ records.

This is pretty much standard practice and as long ago as the mid-1980s when I first began to take an interest in such matters, I was reading case histories in journals involving patients who had been banged up in Broadmoor and other such places for decades on the basis of no more than this sort of speculation and accompanying scare stories. The first such case history that I came across involved a woman who was detained in Broadmoor for years on the grounds that a ‘packet of weedkiller’ had been found in her cabinet and that there were ‘grave suspicions’ that this lady had ‘plans to poison a nurse’. No evidence at all was presented to indicate that any such idea had crossed the patient’s mind, but that was the basis on which she was banged up for decades. I seem to remember that Dafydd’s friend Professor Robert Bluglass was involved in this case. Who knows, that weedkiller may have been planted by the Angel who was in imminent danger of being poisoned, just as that brick that I threw through Dafydd Alun Jones’s door found its way into Jones’s house.

 

I wasn’t intending to blog about the silly tales that were gathered by the paedophiles’ friends from people who knew me in Somerset as a teenager, because it is laughable and ridiculous and to be honest I’m really fed up of hearing about these ludicrous stories that were sent around about me and Brown and I want to get on with blogging about the political Mr Bigs behind the abuses on the part of the welfare services and the associated cover-ups. However, it has been pointed out to me that most people don’t read ethics journals and very few people have any idea that someone can find themselves in a high security hospital labelled ‘dangerous’ simply on the basis of allegations which have not been proved in any court and of which they may well have not even been told were made. I have also been reminded that many of the witnesses to organised child abuse were discredited by such means and I have been asked to highlight what happened in my own case.

I’m not sure of the details of all the crazy allegations that were made about Brown and I, but I have been told that some of the ‘evidence’ gathered by the paedophiles’ friends related to a saga that involved me just before I sat my A levels at Bridgwater College in June 1981.

Bridgwater College was opened in 1979 as a flagship ‘tertiary college’, one of the first in the UK. There was a technical college in Bridgwater for years and then, after the schools in Bridgwater became comprehensives without sixth forms, ‘the tech’ began offering A levels and many of the former grammar school teachers, refusing to work in comprehensive schools, decamped to ‘the tech’ to teach the sixth formers. There was much hostility between the teachers who taught plumbing, mechanics etc and those who taught A levels. The snobbery was rampant, with some of the A level teachers pretending that they were Oxbridge dons who had to tolerate manual workers in their vicinity. This division was still very obvious when Bridgwater College officially became a tertiary college in 1979. I was among the first intake of students to Bridgwater Tertiary College and we all noticed that the two cohorts of lecturers generally hated each other.

By 1979, the Bridgwater schools were in a very sorry state, although I am told that they are now much improved. The best of them was Haygrove School, but that wasn’t up to much either. Many middle class parents in the Bridgwater area sent their kids to schools in Taunton or other locations in their desperation to avoid the Bridgwater schools. I went to Chilton Trinity School and although I knew a variety of kids there well, I can’t remember anyone who actually enjoyed their time at that school. Some kids had a truly horrific time – there was a major bullying problem at Chilton – and a few kids were removed from the school by their parents for the sake of their children’s well-being and mental health. Any representation about the bullying was met by a response from Chilton that it was the child that was the problem, not the school and a small number of teachers joined in with the victimisation of certain kids.

In addition there was dreadful strife at Chilton because the staff universally loathed the Headmaster, a man called W.C. Francis, known to some of us as ‘Willie Franco’, after the Spanish dictator who was still much in the news in those days. There were demands from a whole variety of locals for Franco to resign and representations were made to Somerset Education Authority by a great many people, but Franco refused to go. Franco was Welsh and was alleged to be running a rather odd sort of mafia, involving the promotion of his fellow Welshmen working at the school. I did notice this. There were some staggeringly mediocre teachers who would suddenly be given promotion and yes, most of them were Welsh. However I suspect that what really endeared them to Franco was that they were incompetent. It was noticeable that the best teachers got nowhere and were openly treated with disrespect by some of their colleagues.

The bad feeling towards Franco was so great that most of the teachers at Chilton resigned from one of the unions – I think the NUT – because they refused to belong to the same union as Franco. He certainly was pretty awful. Chilton had a lot of kids from difficult backgrounds and a good many who were undoubtedly being abused in various ways. Although Franco professed to be a socialist – I think that he might have been a Labour Councillor as well, although he lived in the Highbridge area, not Bridgwater – he identified the kids with no home support and belittled and bullied them in public.

Willie Franco did not like me and neither did his acolytes. I never had enough money for new clothes and one day he carried out a vindictive attack on me in public, telling me that I looked appalling and I had to be one of the scruffiest people in the school. I responded that he was in no position to level such allegations at someone else, he was no snappy dresser himself. (One observation made by parents constantly was that Franco looked dreadful. He was enormously overweight, wore cheap and not in the least bit clean clothes which did not fit him and insisted on wearing an academic gown which had a massive rip in it.) Franco hit the roof and I was suspended from school and told that I could not return until I had written him an apology. I wrote the apology but ensured that I included a few lines about the hypocrisy of a man who believed that he was a socialist, ran a predominantly working class school but was suspending pupils who could not afford the uniform. I also mentioned that bullying, stealing and vandalism were rife at the school yet went unacknowledged.

Franco really went ballistic then. I was told by another teacher that I ‘had told the truth and truth hurts’ and that I should have known that. Er, in the same way that a middle aged man on a good income should have known that school girls do not control the household income and if they are not given the funds for new clothes, they won’t have new clothes.

I was then ordered to be taken to Franco’s office, in the company of a teacher to apologise IN PERSON. Franco refused to speak to me and walked out of the building when he saw me arriving. No-one could deny at that point that the chaos was the result of Franco rather than me, so I was then told that I could return to lessons.

Days later, Franco surpassed himself with regard to another pupil, one of my friends. He grabbed hold of her – she had been cheeky to him, because guess what, he had insulted her – and pushed her out of the door saying ‘you come from a disgusting family and I don’t want you in my school’. She was too frightened to go home to her parents and tell them what had happened and instead ended up in a house of sexually exploitative older men after running away and then tried to kill herself. It should have been enough for Franco to have been sacked but no, it was like a vicar or a Top Doctor caught red-handed, Franco was going nowhere.

I and my other pal had witnessed what Franco had done to our friend and we knew that the shit really had hit the fan behind the scenes after she tried to kill herself. By then, it was the summer of 1979, we had finished O levels and were waiting to begin our A levels at Bridgwater College.

When we arrived at Bridgwater College, we found that some of the lecturers were very prejudiced towards kids whom they perceived to be ‘Somerset’ (ie. working class) and that there were not many pupils from Chilton doing A levels. Most of the A level students were from Haygrove, the exam results from Chilton, Sydenham and Blake schools being so bad that their pupils were usually refused places to do A levels. I of course had also arrived at Bridgwater College with what Brown described ironically as ‘a silver tongued reference from W.C. Francis’.

Some of the teachers at Bridgwater College did fight the sack of prejudices that W.C. Francis had sent along with students like me, but others didn’t. The biggest nightmare was the A level biology teacher, Pam Sellars, who just hated us and made it clear that she didn’t want students from Chilton or indeed students with Somerset accents in her class. Sellars was such a notorious problem that some of the other lecturers actually did stand up for us as she repeatedly attacked me and certain other students. The Head of the Science Dept was a man called C.A. Street, who was left to deal with the problems caused by Sellars who, like Franco, was fully protected by Somerset Education Authority. She was as obnoxious to C.A. as she was to us, so I cannot imagine that he had an easy job. My perception was always that C.A. was very good to me. He was well aware that I was being singled out by Sellars and he did defend me.

I have been told that Dafydd et al got hold of information either from C.A. or involving C.A. and were planning to use it as ‘evidence’ to demonstrate my insanity and dangerousness. I don’t want to accuse C.A., because I don’t know if the ‘evidence’ actually came from him, or from someone else. The information that Dafydd et al seemed to have been given involved a massive row that I got into with the authorities at Bridgwater College just before I sat my A levels.

Just weeks before A levels, I was in the library at Bridgwater College with my friends and other students who were chatting and making a racket. For once, I wasn’t. I was actually revising. Unfortunately, a librarian called Molly was on duty, who was a good mate of Pam Sellars’s. Molly marched in and ordered me to leave, on the grounds that I was causing a rumpus and ‘she’d heard much about me’. I was outraged and refused to leave. The other students told Molly that I had not even been talking. Molly strutted off. Within 30 minutes, the Deputy Principal arrived in the library. He was a new appointment to the ‘flagship college’, a man called Graham Bishop. He simply walked up to me and told me to get out of the library. I asked him why and he repeated his order to get out without any explanation. I refused. He went purple, turned around and left. Within twenty minutes, a smug looking Molly arrived clutching a note, which she gave to me. It told me to go to the Principal’s office that afternoon at 4 pm.

The Principal of Bridgwater College was a man called J.C. Miles. The citizens of Bridgwater saw him as being a cut above most of them, because he wrote poetry. I don’t know much about J.C. Miles, other than that he was a philosophy graduate and must have had at least some standing in the world of FE.

When the message arrived for me to go to see JC Miles, the student who had actually been making the noise that Molly complained about went to Graham Bishop’s office and confessed. She told him exactly what she had been doing and confirmed that I had been revising and had not been involved. Bishop told her that he could see that ‘she was a sensible girl’, but ‘Sally has a background that you might not know about’. My friend did know about the ‘background’ – the background was Chilton school, W.C. Francis, my friend trying to commit suicide and prior to that my father getting so fed up with the shite academic standards at Chilton and their endless bellyaching over idiocies such as me not wearing the uniform that he had a row with them and told them that if this didn’t stop I would not be attending school, I’d study at home. Chilton told him that they would prosecute him, so he reminded them of a few laws that they were breaking. My parents were not prosecuted and I studied for my O levels at home for the final few weeks of ‘school’.

Bishop did not tell JC Miles that ‘the sensible girl’ had been to see him and had fessed up. So I arrived at JC Miles’s office later that afternoon and received a bollocking for ‘riding roughshod over Mr Bishop’, ‘abusing the library facilities’ and was told that I was now suspended from College. I started crying, because by then I was totally fed up with the constant aggro and baseless accusations from Pam Sellars and her mates and I yelled ‘but I haven’t done anything, it was Clare and she has told Mr Bishop that it was her’. JC Miles looked mortified and said ‘I wasn’t told that’. So I told him to speak to Clare and Bishop for confirmation. By now, I had missed the last bus back to my house, so JC Miles ended up giving me a lift home. He changed his approach completely, he was friendly, chatty, talked about university and poetry and we discussed Descartes. When he dropped me off, he told me to go and see him again the following week, because he would ‘take a personal interest’ in my progress.

When I next went into College, it was all over that I had been spotted by the caretaker – a friend of Pam Sellars’s – being escorted off the premises and herded into JC Miles’s car. So it was even a bigger shock when everyone found out that I hadn’t been put in prison, I had been given a lift home and had enjoyed a conversation about philosophy.

Graham Bishop never came near me again, although I did not receive an apology. I sat my A levels a few weeks later and ended up doing quite well in them. Indeed the biggest laugh of all was that I was one of the highest performers, my name appeared in the ‘Bridgwater Mercury’ and when JC Miles went to give a speech at Chilton school in September, he mentioned their former star pupil, me. I was, I understand, described by JC Miles as ‘a very nice girl’.

Now then Dafydd, WHERE did this account of my insanity at Bridgwater College come from? I had no more contact with the Bridgwater College lecturers after I was declared – ON STAGE IN FRONT OF AN AUDIENCE! – to be a ‘very nice girl’.

JC Miles is now dead, so we can’t ask him. Graham Bishop, while I was still at university I think, became the Principal of some sort of educational establishment outside of Somerset, but I can’t remember where. C.A. will have retired years ago and the last that I heard, he had moved away from Somerset.

 

Here’s a bit more context regarding why I have been asked to publicise this utter silliness.

There was at least one teacher at Chilton who was known to be abusing children. His misconduct was ignored. His wife had formerly been married to a leading light in the Tory Party in Somerset and when she was younger her difficulties were such that she had a child who was removed from her care. Her husband, would you believe, made a bet with another teacher when I was still at that school, that I would ‘end up as a prostitute, in prison or in a mental hospital’.

Can readers guess who those worms were in contact with? They knew where I had gone to university, because one of them, unbelievably, had posed as a friend to me, my father and my uncle and had kept in contact with us after I moved to north Wales. He split up from his wife after I left Somerset and remarried a truly vile PE teacher from Chilton. I was told that they were caught having sex together in the gym on one occasion. I received an e mail from this man’s daughter the other day, demanding to know why I had described her father as a ‘nasty wolf in sheep’s clothing’ on this blog. She has been given the full details behind my rationale, which I will not be publishing on this blog.

Now. Anyone want to make any more statements about me being dangerous? Or are you all going to shut up at last?

 

I have been told that there was an abuse ring operating in Somerset when I lived there. It wasn’t anything like as bad as the ring in north Wales, but I am told that there definitely was one, that it was linked with the gang in north Wales and rings in other parts of the country and the whole bloody lot of them got together when I refused to shut up about Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd because they feared that Brown and I would blow the whole thing open.

I mentioned on a previous post that when I was twelve, I used to visit a farm worker who lived down the lane and help him with his goats. I have been told that he was a paedophile. He never touched me or attempted to, but he did say some things that he probably should not have said to a 12 yr old. As an adult I take the view that he was probably a rather sad man and I’m not going to exaggerate any of his actions. He was however dealing in drugs and I’ve been told that some of those who visited his house were undercover officers and that I was filmed in his house. Because policing priorities were drugs, this man’s interest in me was ignored. He left Somerset when I was 14 and went to live in Wales. I have no idea where. I have been told that he had a connection to the paedophile rings in Wales and when I fell into the hands of Dafydd et al, my link to this man was known and noted.

I couldn’t imagine why this man, Stuart, would have been one of Dafydd’s gang. Stuart was a farm worker, there’d be no rich pickings for Dafydd with Stuart. However Brown has told me that gangs employ ‘spotters’ and Stuart might have been one of them. Furthermore, although Stuart never tried to molest me, the drug squad in Somerset was utterly corrupt and Brown suggested that Stuart may have been working for corrupt officers, or began working for them to save his own skin and that might be why he gave my name to the gang in Wales.

One thing that has occurred to me now that I’ve been told that info relating my time at Bridgwater College was gathered by Dafydd et al, was the horror of JC Miles and other Bridgwater big wigs at events in 1981 at the ‘Bridgwater College discos’ in the Town Hall. The discos did originate with Bridgwater College, but they also proved popular among other people, including a group of exploitative young men who began attending the discos to pick up younger girls. These young men used to hang out in a pub called the Mansion House in Bridgwater. They were in their mid-20s to early-30s and had been kicked out of polys and universities so returned to Bridgwater to impress the teenagers with their knowledge of the world. They weren’t what I would consider to be sex offenders, they were just a bit daft and pretentious, but on their heels came some really dodgy characters. Things began getting more and more out of hand at the discos, until at one, there was literally a gang bang in the bogs, held by a 15 yr old girl who was what would now be described as a victim of grooming. The gang bang turned into a violent punch-up when it was discovered that one of the men in the queue was the teenager’s ‘boyfriend’. The ensuing scene was quite something for Bridgwater, the police arrived and could hardly believe what had been going on and local people were horrified at what ‘Bridgwater College students’ had been doing. There were hardly any Bridgwater College students at the disco in question, the students had stopped attending because the events had been hijacked by roughnecks.

Poor old JC Miles couldn’t cope at all with the thought that the name of Bridgwater College had been associated with such an event and the discos were stopped. So then ‘Town Hall discos’ were held, which really were something…

 

Knowing Dafydd, I expect that he drafted a statement in which it was stated that I had organised the gang bang. Well I’m sorry to disappoint you Dafydd, but I wasn’t even there. One of my friends was, which was how I heard about it. I have been to about eight discos in my entire life. One was at Fiddington Village Hall, one was at Holford Youth Club, one was at Cannington Village Hall, one was the birthday party of a friend at Bridgwater College and the others were parties at Bangor University. So it is plain just what a life of disco-heavy excess that I have led.

 

The ‘sensible girl’ with whom I was friends at Bridgwater College went to study medicine at the Welsh National School of Medicine in Cardiff and is now a consultant surgeon. I lost touch with her after Dafydd et al came after me. There are suspicions that they nobbled her, but I have not been given evidence. She did know about, even as a medical student, serious wrongdoing at the University Hospital, Cardiff, as did the man who later became her brother-in-law, who was also a medical student at the Welsh National School of Medicine. Brown’s best friend from Haygrove/Bridgwater College became a Top Doctor as well, he went to Westminster Hospital Medical School and now works as a Top Doctor in Somerset. I really do hope that those two friends of ours did not become corrupted, they definitely were not when they entered medical school.

Another student from Bridgwater College who knew me but only vaguely – he was in the year below me – went to do medicine at Southampton and is now a consultant obstetrician/gynaecologist, Bruce Ramsay. He was friends with one of the Top Doctors who was working at St George’s when I worked there, that particular Top Doctor becoming notorious after he told one of my colleagues that ‘I don’t have sex with medical students because it isn’t a woman’s place to be a doctor, I just have sex with nurses’.

‘Ah, your life in their hands, the doctors and nurses they were wonderful.’

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I have been told that there are concerns that Bruce Ramsay may have been involved in smearing me, but I have been given no firm evidence that he did. Bruce Ramsay will certainly remember Pam Sellars, him pointing out her numerous mistakes in front of the rest of the class provided endless entertainment for her victims.

I have mentioned previously on this blog that a number of girls whom I knew at school and Bridgwater College went into nursing. I have been told that some of them knew what happened to me in north Wales and that possibly, one of them, Ruth Moore, used the information for her own benefit. Ruth’s family lived in the same village as Brown’s parents and knew Brown’s mum well. I wrote to Ruth for a few years after we left Somerset. The last letter that I wrote to Ruth was written just after I’d been forced out of my job at St George’s, when Dafydd et al were in full cry. Ruth had just got married and was living near Nottingham. Where of course I had encountered massive research fraud and wrongdoing just three years previously (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Ruth was working as a nurse tutor by then, which was a bit weird because when we wrote to each other before I went to work for the Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories at  Nottingham University, Ruth told me that she’d had enough of nursing, that there was much wrong with the profession and that she was going to go into primary teaching. Ruth trained at one of the London hospitals which was crawling with corruption – I think it was either Hammersmith or Great Ormond Street Hospital.

Ruth is now ‘Network Manager/Lead Nurse at Staffordshire, Shropshire & Black Country Neonatal Operational Delivery Network’. That’s the Staffordshire/Shropshire/Black Country which hosted an paedophile gang with links to Dafydd and of course the Staffordshire which has the lethal, dangerous NHS. Ruth’s Linked In indicates that she’s come a long way since she received my last letter in 1991:

University of Derby, BSc Advanced Nursing Practice, 1999-01; Acting Senior Educator, Nottingham Neonatal Service, 2000-02; Mid-Trent Neonatal Network Practice Development Co-Ordinator, 2002-04.

In 2012, Ruth-less did a Masters course at Birmingham City University in the Social Care Assessment of Vulnerable Wimmin!

Would you like Brown and me to send you some of our publications on the ways in which the NHS and social care services assist and collude with the abuse of vulnerable wimmin Ruth-less?

 

Other observations re my days at Bridgwater College. At one point, one of the lecturers asked one of my friends if she’d like a babysitting job, because he had friends who wanted a babysitter. She said yes and began babysitting. After a few weeks she told me that she was really worried, because the man whom she was baby sitting for – who was married – had starting making moves towards her and had made it very clear that he expected sex as well as babysitting from her. She had decided that she was going to leave the job, but didn’t know whether she ought to tell the lecturer who had sought her out to babysit. She wasn’t under 16, but she did feel massively pressurised and she had no idea whether the Bridgwater College lecturer knew that his friend did this sort of thing. I don’t think that she did ever tell the lecturer what his friend expected in addition to the babysitting.

There was one married lecturer at Bridgwater College who had a relationship with a student, not a mature student either. JC Miles was horrified and told him to end it. The lecturer concerned didn’t like JC Miles, continued the relationship and from then on was as rude as possible in public to JC Miles. Bridgwater was a small place and the wife of the lecturer concerned was known to many staff and students and was incredibly upset about her husband’s conduct.

 

Not long after I left Bridgwater College, a new member of staff arrived who later became a big name in education. I never met her, but I heard a lot about her because Brown’s mum at one point was working as a lecturer for the summer schools at Bridgwater College and knew this person quite well. The person in question was a domestic science teacher called Maxine Room. Brown’s mum maintained that Maxine was a real problem. She was a work-place bully, she toadied to powerful people – by this time, Bridgwater College had expanded greatly, so it would be worth Maxine’s while ingratiating herself to people at the top of the organisation – and Maxine was not above lying to the senior managers for her own gain. There were also suspicions that Maxine was either having a relationship with one of her bosses or allowing him to think that she would be available for one. The thing that really pissed Brown’s mum off was that Maxine was such a princess that the whole summer school timetable had to be planned for Maxine’s convenience, Maxine refusing to work weekends or evenings. So Brown’s mum had to do those slots. Maxine also enjoyed making comments about a lady of Mrs Brown’s learning driving such an old wreck of a car.

I forgot all about Maxine Room until about ten years ago when a friend who was working at an incredibly troubled FE college in Keighley told me that the college had now been merged and was part of a super-college and the new Principal used to work at Bridgwater College. It was Maxine. I rolled around laughing and said ‘that’s the cookery teacher who was so awful to Brown’s mum’. Imagine my surprise when my friend said that Maxine was well-connected with New Labour in Westminster and was expected to end up as Lady Maxine. I got out the smelling salts at that point. The new super-college was highly dysfunctional and was mired in scandal within months but it didn’t stop Maxine. Maxine bagged another job, as the Principal of an even bigger super-college in Lewisham. It was after that when the wheels came off Maxine’s bandwagon. Maxine hit the headlines of the educational press as the first super-head of an FE college to lose her job after a truly terrible inspection report.

I googled Maxine a while ago. She was calling herself Dr Maxine Room – she shouldn’t have been, because she only had an honorary doctorate – and had of course set up her own ‘consultancy’. Upon receiving her honorary doctorate from Bristol University, Maxine gave an inspiring speech about being an inspirational Black Woman Leader who’s old mum and gran told her that education was the route to success so Little Black Maxine became a cookery teacher. Maxine’s narrative was a sort of less traumatised version of that of Constance Briscoe aka Miss Pissabed, an Inspirational Black Woman friend of Michael Mansfield’s, who was the First Inspirational Black Woman Judge in the UK who specialised in child protection and mental health and who subsequently went to prison for perverting the course of justice.

Maxine now features on the website of the Helena Kennedy Foundation, which tells us that:

Maxine is an experienced Chief Executive and strategic leader who was appointed Principal and Chief Executive of Lewisham College in September 2009. Lewisham College was awarded Learning and Skills Beacon status in 2004 and gained a Beacon Award for the strength of its links with employers in 2007.

Previously Maxine held the post of Principal and Chief Executive of Park Lane College, Leeds. Followings its merger with Keighley College in 2007, this college grew to over 38000 students.  Maxine was instrumental in instigating the merger of three colleges in Leeds to form the Leeds City College and became the Principal of Park Lane Campus, Leeds City College before moving to Lewisham. Prior to taking up the post in Leeds, Maxine was Principal of Swansea College.

Maxine has always worked in further education and is passionate about education, training and skills and equality and diversity.  She has a vast experience of the business of further education including curriculum and quality, employer engagement, community development, merger and capital build.   Maxine’s career started in teaching at Bridgwater College, Somerset and progressed to management roles there and at Filton College, Bristol before taking up the post at Swansea. As a Principal of a large inner-city college serving a diverse and multi-cultural population, Maxine represents the institution on a number of groups and Boards including the 157 Group, London Capital Colleges and is a Board member for the Northern Ballet Theatre.  Maxine is a mentor for the Black Leadership Initiative.

So it’s the usual story of Inspirational Leadership then:

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I keep forgetting one major factor whenever people tell me that what happened during my days in Somerset did matter when Dafydd et al came after me. It is that Gary Glitter lived in Somerset for a long time, he lived at Wedmore. Gary Glitter was known to be abusing children for years before the law caught up with him and it wasn’t that Gary Glitter was having sex with girls two days before their 16th birthdays either. Gary Glitter committed serious offences against girls as young as eight. I used to hear stories from Somerset about Gary Glitter having traumas and attempting suicide. I am wondering if, as in the case of George Thomas aka Lord Tonypandy, Gary Glitter’s distress was linked to enquiries about his activities with children and his fears that he was about to be caught.

Dafydd’s mate and protector Professor Robert Owen (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) had a daughter who lived/lives in Somerset, not that far from Wedmore and Ian Dunbar, the tame Prison Service Regional Director who was used to conceal the fact that Risley Remand Centre was full of kids from the north Wales children’s homes and Dafydd’s patients when the Risley riot broke out in 1989, also lived on the Somerset levels, not a million miles away from Wedmore (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

 

 

I need to mention Bath as well. Bath was always much grander than the rest of Somerset and was inhabited by celebs, city gents and the seriously rich, long before the rest of Somerset became gentrified. Bath saw action in 1983, because it was the location of the family home of Sara Keays, Cecil Parkinson’s secretary and mistress. Parkinson resigned as Trade Secretary in Oct 1983, after it became public that Sara was expecting his baby.

Sara had been in a twelve year relationship with Parkinson and was a fully paid up Tory herself when she was unceremoniously dumped by Parkinson after she refused to have an abortion, as requested by Parkinson who had previously voted to restrict abortion rights. Sara had hoped to become a Tory MP and I think that her father, Colonel Hastings Keays, was an active Tory as well.

It was later revealed that Parkinson was going to leave his wife for Sara, but it was Thatch who persuaded him not to. Thatch banged on about Cecil’s ‘poor wife’ – well there was also a ‘poor mistress’, someone was going to get hurt unless Cecil took up polygamy which would have been rather more honourable than what he did end up doing – but it was widely suspected that Thatch was desperate not to lose old Cecil from her inner circle and wanted him back in the Cabinet again asap.

Cecil was indeed rehabilitated. On 13 June 1987 he was appointed Energy Secretary, a post he retained until 24 July 1989. One of Cecil’s Ministers at Energy was Sir Peter Morrison, who was at the time abusing kids in care in north Wales and in other locations (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Cecil was then Secretary of State for Transport, 24 July 1989-28 Nov 1990. When William Hague became leader of the Tory Party in June 1997 – just over a year after Hague orchestrated the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry – he appointed Parkinson as Chairman of the Conservative Party, a post Parkinson held until June 1998. So Parkinson was Party Chairman while Ronnie Waterhouse took evidence from witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and called them liars and while Dafydd and the gang busted a gut to frame me for an offence and then have me transferred to Jimmy Savile’s place of employment! Cecil Parkinson had previously been Party Chairman, 14 Sept 1981-11 June 1983.

Cecil Parkinson was an active Freemason.

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Thatch and Sara Keays believed that Parkinson was an ‘attractive, charming man’.

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Parkinson might have been in need of a bit more Brylcreem, he hadn’t quite equalled Gwynne the lobotomist or Ronnie Waterhouse.

 

The Keays family went into a state of shock at their treatment at the hands of Parkinson and the wider Tory Party – they were subjected to an intense smear campaign by the Party and by the Tory-supporting press. Sara’s baby Flora was born quite severely disabled. Parkinson refused to ever see Flora and never communicated with her or sent her birthday cards etc.

At the time of the revelation of Parkinson’s relationship with Sara Keays in 1983, Parkinson made much of what he described as ‘the volume of letters in support’ that he received. As numerous members of the Conservative Party attacked Keays, Edwina Currie said ‘I feel very very sorry for Cecil and his family. Most of my thoughts on Sara Keays are unprintable. Perhaps the most polite thing to say is she’s a right cow’.

Well Edwina, I wouldn’t have gone public like Sara did, domestic scraps like that are best conducted in private, but as someone who spent a considerable time shagging John Major while you were both married to other people yet preaching monogamy to the rest of the world – ‘Back To Basics’ anyone? – and more importantly as someone who knew that Peter Morrison was molesting children and that because of this, the lives of a group of young people who were witness to Dafydd et al were destroyed to save a few reputations that were most definitely not worth saving, I’m not sure that you were in a position to denounce anyone as a cow.

Edwina was also at the scene of the crime when her colleague in the Dept of Health, Trumpers, appointed Jimmy Savile to a management position in Broadmoor, a position for which Edwina knew that Savile was unsuitable (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’). However Edwina is on record as saying that although Savile was a nasty piece of work, he did promise Thatcher’s Gov’t that he’d threaten and blackmail the Angels staffing Broadmoor into ceasing their massive fiddles and embezzling.

Why might those Angels at Broadmoor have been so uncontrollable? Er, how about the knowledge that they would have had that many of their ‘dangerous’ patients were nothing of the sort but were people who had been molested by social workers, Top Docs, celebrities and even politicians?

 

In 2002, Channel 4 made a documentary about Sara and Flora, in which Flora spoke about the father who refused to have anything to do with her. If I was Sara I wouldn’t have wasted my breath telling Flora about the old hypocrite, whatever use would a father like him have been. I’m not sure that Cecil was much more use to the children whom he fathered with his wife whom he did acknowledge. One of their daughters, Mary, developed serious drug problems and became involved in prostitution. She was found dead last year, at 57 yrs old.

 

The artist Graham Ovenden who was eventually jailed for a series of sexual assaults on children ( see post ‘The Village’) founded the movement The Brotherhood of Ruralists, some of whom were based in Somerset, including in the Bath area.

 

The MP for Bath, 1979-92, was Chris Patten aka Lord Patten of Barnes, who’s many conflicts of interest have previously been detailed on this blog. The good burghers of Bath must have seen through Patten eventually because in 1992, they voted in the Lib Dem Don Foster instead.

Don Foster’s biography is as incriminating as Chris Patten’s. Foster was born in Preston and attended the Lancaster Royal Grammar School before studying at that hotbed of paedophiles and their friends, Keele University, graduating in 1969. Foster received the Cert Ed in the same year and  received an MEd from Bath University in 1981.

Don Foster was a science teacher at Sevenoaks School in Kent in 1969, before his appointment as Avon Education Authority’s Science Project Director in 1975 and as a Lecturer in Education at  Bristol University in 1980, before being engaged as a management consultant with Pannell Kerr Forster, from 1989 until his election to the Commons.

Foster was a founder member of the Avon Liberal Democrats and was elected as a Councillor on Avon County Council in 1981. He was the SDP-Liberal Alliance Group Leader, 1981–86. Don also served as the county’s Education Committee Chairman and remained a Councillor until 1989.

Dr Death was personally known to some of the Top Docs in north Wales who were facilitating the abuse gang.

Foster was the Liberal Democrat Spokesman for Education under the leadership of Paddy Ashdown, 1992-99.

Paddy knew about Jeremy Thorpe, about Cyril Smith and almost certainly others. Paddy knew at least one person from Somerset who knew what happened to me in north Wales (see post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’).

In Jan 2014 Don Foster announced that he would stand down as an MP at the following General Election.

Foster’s is a member of Amnesty and the Child Poverty Action Group, both causes which attract paedophiles’ friends and he is also a supporter of WaterAid. 

Foster was nominated for a peerage in 2015, despite having previously favoured abolition of the Lords. When accused of hypocrisy, Foster stated: ‘I want to get rid of [the House of Lords] and the only way [to do that]…is having people there who will do just that.’

Well you’re all doing a fantastic job of getting the Lords a dreadful reputation Don, but there’s no sign of it actually disappearing off the face of the earth yet. Why not invite Dafydd to join you all in there, you might as well take it to extremes. 

 

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Previous posts have mentioned that Bristol was a hot-spot for paedophiles’ friends, what with Dr DGE Wood’s family of Top Doctors being based there and Wood himself being an alumnus of Bristol University, along with Lord David Hunt, who is a Bristol law graduate and who spent a few years post-graduation involved in Tory politics in the West Country.

We should not forget that other Top Doctor, Liam Fox, who has been the Tory MP for north Somerset since 1992. Liam’s more questionable activities, including those with Adam Werritty, which no-one ever quite got to the bottom of, have featured previously on this blog. I am more interested in Fox serving as PPS to Home Secretary Michael Howard, June 1993-94. It was during that time that Michael Howard ruined Mary Wynch, after Mary had won her case against Dafydd et al  (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Michael Howard must have been really impressed with Liam’s abilities, because when Howard was leader, Liam Fox was Chairman of the Tory Party, 2003-05. When the paedophiles’ friends had yet another go at imprisoning me, this time for ‘threatening to kill’. No evidence once again, just at least eight NHS staff perjuring themselves. The case collapsed on the first day of the trial. Nonetheless, the corrupt judge Huw Daniel issued a restraining order against me that was unlawful and legally invalid. He also told lies to the press and those lies were faithfully repeated in the media. Days after the case collapsed, someone forged a certificate of indictment stating that I’d pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’. The PNC was also unlawfully amended to show a fabricated criminal record against my name. There was an attempt to strike me off the teaching register, but a junior Minister cleared my name. He was subsequently named in the media as ‘having let paedophiles remain on the teaching register’. There has been no investigation into any of this.

Liam Fox is a member of the Royal College of GPs. With whom Dr DGE Wood has held senior office for decades.

Michael Howard is a barrister from west Wales, where a trafficking gang linked to Dafydd’s gang operated. Howard is married to the former model Sandra Paul. Who, in her heyday, socialised with many of the celebs and VIPs who were known to be utilising the services of vulnerable young people working in the sex industry. Sandra’s first husband was Robin Douglas-Home, the nephew of the former PM Alec Douglas-Home. Robin’s affair with Princess Margaret took place at the time of his split from Sandra. Robin committed suicide three years after his fling with Princess Margaret (see post ‘An Appalling Vista’). Margaret’s husband Lord Snowdon was the bisexual, drug using son of a Welsh Top Doctor. Snowdon used to visit the Caernarfon area and it is alleged that when he was younger he used the services of rent boys. When he was elderly, Snowdon’s mistress was Marjorie Wallace, the Top Doc’s wife and ‘mental health campaigner’ who’s campaigning was directed at incarcerating dangerous mental patients and ensuring that Top Doctors involved in the abuse of vulnerable people were allowed to continue unhindered. I wrote to Marjorie giving her full details of the abuses at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the late 1980s. I did not receive a reply. See post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’.

 

I have been told that it might be worth mentioning the names of two other people who were at Bridgwater College with me, although no-one has told me that they were used to smear me. The concern is that Neil Hamilton, Aberystwyth law graduate and the Tory MP for Tatton, 1983-97, who socialised with Sir Peter Morrison and who lost his seat after the Ian Greer Associates lobbying scandal – with which Morrison was also involved – may have encountered them. The two students were Sally Sparks and Christine Skeats, who both went to Hatfield Poly in the early 1980s, while Hamilton taught there. Christine went into teaching and I think that she is now a Headteacher in England somewhere. Christine’s mum knew Brown’s mum, they lived in the same village and it is likely that Christine might have known what was happening to me as Dafydd et al did everything possible to protect Peter Morrison…

 

I have mentioned before on this blog that I have been asked by people what the illness that I experienced which took me into the hands of the paedophiles’ friends actually was. I am of the opinion that when I was much younger, I had a fairly serious mood disorder of a stereotypical, near text-book type. It was never managed properly because the Top Doctors had no interest in treating patients, they were far too busy running a trafficking gang. It was Brown who looked after me during my bouts of severe depression, without him I would have died. I believe that I could have been up and functioning properly again years before I eventually was, but because I was caused so much distress by a bunch of gangsters, I just was never given the breathing space to recover. When I finally walked away from them – after I realised that it was only a matter of time before they either succeeded in having me imprisoned or killed me – within two years I had a PhD and I then acquired an impressive publication list as a result of six or so years working as a researcher at Bangor University. My life was destroyed all over again when I was subjected to an unprovoked violent assault which resulted in me being injured by someone whom I was told was the daughter of a Welsh barrister who was well-known for this sort of thing, ‘but her dad gets her out of trouble every time’.

My life wasn’t destroyed by the assault, it was destroyed because when I went to Aberystwyth Police Station to report the assault, the police called a paramedic to assess my injury. Unfortunately the police had seen on their computerised record that I ‘had a history of mental illness’, so the paramedic called a fucking Top Doctor and a mental health team ‘just in case’. Who refused to document my injuries and sectioned me, insisting that I be taken to the Heddfan Unit at Wrexham Maelor Hospital. Some hours after I arrived at the Heddfan Unit, the staff there sheepishly admitted that my detention was unlawful because no-one had signed the documentation and I was thus free to go. So I did. For some unfathomable reason, the Heddfan Unit then called the police, reported me missing and my mugshot appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ as an escaped patient. I was located ‘safe and well’ – I was actually on holiday – only to find that a few days later I was reported AGAIN by the Betsi as an ‘escaped patient’. I appeared once more in the ‘Daily Post’ and was picked up by the police. Because I was an escaped patient. It took me a year to get out of the clutches of the maniacs who broke the law repeatedly and maintained that I was ‘seriously mentally ill’ because I had a history of ‘violent assaults on people’ and I believed that there was a paedophile ring in operation in north Wales and that the mental health services were abusing patients. While I sat in a locked ward, a whole series of people who had been involved with the paedophile ring in north Wales were convicted as a result of Operation Pallial. The Betsi was also placed under investigation as a result of the abuse of mental health patients in Tawel Fan. When I finally got away from the clutches of the Top Doctors, I fled the area.

The barrister’s daughter who attacked and injured me in broad daylight in front of witnesses was never even interviewed.

Previous posts tell the story in detail…

The irony is that I had my first major depressive episode when I was 17 and at Bridgwater College. Everyone ignored it and it was Brown who helped me through it. Offers of ‘help’ for my ‘serious mental illness’ only began arriving thick and fast a few years later when I complained about the dreadful behaviour of Top Doctors who were running a trafficking ring. The ‘help’ being deemed to be necessary of course being a few years in Broadmoor. After all, everyone could testify that even as a teenager at Bridgwater College, I’d been quite mad…

Let’s just stop all the help shall we? It’ll be much easier all round. I was an academically able kid who went to a dysfunctional, failing school run by an utter incompetent and staffed by some at least who were abusers and I got to university against what were fairly high odds in those days. When my father heard that my name had been announced at Chilton Trinity School as a successful old pupil, he noted that I had got to university in spite of Chilton, not because of it. He was quite right. And I am still alive in spite of the dear old NHS, not because of it. A great many people received generous salaries in schools, in colleges and in their various roles in the welfare state to provide me with a ‘service’. Brown and a few other friends did virtually everything that those salaried people were paid to do.

Just after graduation, I sat in a sitting room on Anglesey with some other new graduates discussing politics. A dedicated Labour voter was in the room, a big fan of the Windbag, who stated that ‘money ought to be poured into the NHS and state schools’. The person who said that was Sarah Jenkins, who had just graduated from Bristol University. Sarah was back on her home territory of north Wales, while she waited for a place to do clinical psychology. She was renting accommodation on favourable terms from her mother’s friend, Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was facilitating the trafficking ring. Sarah’s dad was Prof David Jenkins, who worked at Bangor University when the place was run by the paedophiles’ friends and Dafydd. Sarah’s mother was Sheila Jenkins, a psychiatric social worker, who was one of those abusing patients and a colleague of the paedophile gang. I was told a few years ago that Sarah ‘had gone into mental health like her mother and was helping people’.

The appalling Sheila Jenkins died a few years ago. She had a miserable last few years, after being left completely paralysed by a stroke. One day her friend went over and found Sheila Jenkins lying on the floor crying. It transpired that the ‘carers’ had been abusing her. Jenkins asked her friend ‘why can’t people just be kind to each other?’ Jenkins’s friend was also a mental health social worker, as was her husband. They had worked with Dafydd when he was illegally imprisoning victims of the paedophile ring in the dungeon at Denbigh. Those in the dungeon probably wondered why people just couldn’t be kind to each other.

As ye sow, so shall ye reap paedophiles’ friends. You’ve driven every decent person out of health and social care. These are the only ones left in the system:

 

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Get pouring, fill that trough, Sarah Jenkins needs a salary, she’s not going to be an Empowered Service User is she.

 

Investigating historical child abuse? Oh please, just give it a rest. As the Old Gits used to say on ‘The Fast Show’, ‘piss off, bugger off, sod off’.

 

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The ‘Morning Star’ is looking forward to the 70th anniversary of the NHS – it’s on 30 June. I knew that it was approaching, because the Sunday Service on Radio 4 yesterday was dedicated to dear old Nye’s vision and whoever it was who was leading the service mentioned the 70th anniversary. The service came from Bart’s, which was of course where Dafydd’s mate Prof Linford Rees worked. Linford’s endearing habit of showing the medical students photos of his female patients in the bath was not mentioned (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). There was an admission that the Top Doctors themselves opposed the NHS but no-one mentioned that the way that Nye succeeded in his ‘negotiations’ with the BMA was to ‘stuff their mouths with gold’.

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It was mentioned during the Sunday Service that Bart’s ‘served’ the people of the immediate area, including a severely disadvantaged cohort who lived near much wealthier Bloomsbury. Er – yes, that was the problem in a nutshell. Some very poor people lived very near some much richer people, some of whom liked having sex with much younger people, who might well have not wanted to have sex with them. Enter Dafydd’s mate Linford! And of course Dafydd himself, who was running his sex-trafficking organisation in the region where some of the Bloomsbury set had their holiday homes and weekend retreats (see post ‘The Village’). No wonder brave Sir Robin ran away.

I previously blogged about the way in which the NHS celebrated its 60th anniversary – by Stephen Gallagher, an Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd, refusing to treat me, threatening me and then threatening two members of the public who challenged him after witnessing his appalling conduct. Gallagher was assisted by his mate, Angel Andrew Parry. See post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’ for details.

The ‘Morning Star’ also approvingly reports the comments of Jon Ashworth, the Labour Party Health Spokesman. Ashworth believes that patients’ lives are being put at risk by ‘out of date’ NHS equipment. No Jon, they aren’t. It is not the machines that go ping which are the problem. It is staff lying, forging documents, refusing to do their jobs and covering up for their colleagues who are also doing this. There is a problem with staff sometimes not being able to use the machines that go ping or the machines that go ping not working and the staff not admitting it and bluffing.

In 1999 my friend’s baby died shortly after birth at Musgrove Park Hospital in Taunton. The baby had been in distress during the labour but the midwife had not interpreted the trace from the foetal heart monitor correctly – my friend should have been given an emergency caesarian. Musgrove Park were not able to explain why the midwife had not realised what was happening. My friend consulted an obstetrician who was a family friend who told her that her baby had undoubtedly died as a result of this but there was no point suing because he knew that the staff all intended to lie in court. This was the friend who wanted to make a documentary about what happened to me in north Wales and who was forced out of her job at the Royal Television Society as a result. The consultant who ‘cared for her’ during the delivery which resulted in a dead baby after a healthy pregnancy was Robert Fox.

Step forward Robert Fox and tell us all if you know/knew any Top Doctors who worked in the Obs and Gynae Dept at St George’s Hospital Medical School who were concealing a sex-trafficking ring between south London and north Wales. Geoffrey Chamberlain perhaps? Malcolm Pearce?

Documents in my possession show that Jackie Ehlen, an Angel who worked in the mental health services who had lied about the death of a patient some years previously and who was concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al, made a note on my medical records of the death of my friend’s baby. So Jackie, why were the colleagues of those who were running a paedophile gang between north Wales and London even interested in my friend and her baby?

As for machines that go ping not working, well I was connected to one in the late 1980s in Ysbyty Gwynedd. It was supposed to be monitoring my heart but it didn’t work. I watched the junior doctor – a young Cardiff graduate – BEG for help from the Angels, as every one of them turned their backs on her and refused to even speak to her. She was quaking in her boots, didn’t realise that I had worked out what was going on and returned to hook me up to a machine that didn’t work. It was dutifully recorded on my notes that my heart was being monitored. It wasn’t. After a hour of this farce, I got up, took the jump leads off my chest and had a wander around. It was recorded that I had disconnected myself from the monitor and ‘wasn’t compliant with treatment’. If I had pegged out, my death would have been attributed to that.

Nicola Sturgeon has given NHS staff in Scotland a pay rise. That’s right Nicola, stuff those negligent, criminal mouths with gold because they are such a big problem that no politician has the stomach to take them on.

The Top Docs want a 70th anniversary celebration? I’ll prepare the ground for them, because clearly this blog so far has not been sufficient to persuade them to shut their greedy, demanding mouths and fess up re Dafydd and the sex trafficking ring. I’ll name more offenders and accessories.

 

St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989-91: There was a researcher called Charlotte Baris in Dr Cathy Wilson’s lab. Charlotte Baris was treated as badly as everyone else was. Mandy Leigh was the only member of staff who wasn’t roundly abused and insulted on an hourly basis, but that’s because Leigh’s family were Posh. I don’t know who they were, but Wilson thought that it was worth knowing them. Mandy would sit in the tea room puffing on fags, dropping the names of the various aristocrats whom she had partied with the previous night. Sadly I can’t remember who they were. I’m such a pleb that I just found this upper-class poisonous bitch drawling on about the Marquess of somewhere or other rude and boring so I didn’t take notes, although I should have. Leigh was pursuing a high profile actor at the time – it was either Hugh Grant or Kenneth Branagh, I get them confused. She was also friends with the offspring of the ‘Born Free’ actress, Virginia McKenna, who berated Mandy for her possession of ivory. McKenna was establishing the Born Free Foundation when I had the misfortune of being routinely insulted by Mandy at work. Never mind the dead elephants tusks, Mandy Leigh was building her career by ingratiating herself to a bunch of Top Docs running a paedophile gang.

Charlotte Baris arrived to work in our lab shortly after I began working there, but was bullied so badly by Mandy Leigh that she soon began applying for other jobs. Sadly she used the usual strategy of toadying to Cathy Wilson rather than making it clear just how unacceptable their behaviour was. Shortly after Charlotte joined the team, Wilson asked me if Charlotte could rent the spare room in the house that I shared with Andrew and Di Aldridge  (Andrew was a junior surgeon at St George’s, he is mentioned on one of the comments which follow my post ‘The Village’).  Charlotte moved in, lived in style for a while – it was a nice place – and then did a runner without paying her rent. We were gobsmacked that she’d tried such a stunt because she was still working in the same research team as me. I was put in the difficult position of repeatedly asking Charlotte to pay Andrew’s dad – who owned the house – the rent that she owed.  Charlotte lied constantly by saying that she had just paid the money into Andrew’s dad’s account when she had done no such thing. Then Charlotte told me that it was none of my business. I responded by reminding her that it was through her working with me that she ended up sharing the house – Cathy Wilson had asked me if she could move in with us. In the end Charlotte did pay up, but I seem to remember that was only after Andrew’s dad had threatened to call his lawyer in.

There was one junior doctor at St George’s with whom I was friends who was not nuts like the others and she was very worried about the presence of Charlotte in the lab. No-one seemed to know who Charlotte was or where she had come from. She was in her mid-30s and had previously worked in Manchester – or that was the story. But lots of things that Charlotte said didn’t add up or were inconsistent. She also had a gentleman friend who would ring her at work, order us all around on the phone in a very arrogant plummy voice but who refused to identify himself. Charlotte lied constantly about everything and one day when I went home from work unexpectedly I found her on the phone to the mystery man who was on his way down from Manchester in a hurry because she was in the process of attempting to flee London. I suspect that the plans were only altered because I happened upon the scene.

Oh – then there were the rumours that Charlotte was a call-girl…

So Dafydd, who was she? A present from one of your mates at Manchester University – where Tony Francis had been working immediately before he moved to north Wales and where your old pal Bob Hobson was still employed? Did St George’s know who she was or were her references and ID etc faked? It won’t be the first time that you’ve been involved with such scams.

As far as I could see, the entire reason for Charlotte Baris going to work at St George’s was to befriend me, move into the house that I shared, run up debts and leave my reputation in the mud as far as my landlord and house mates were concerned.

Let me make it clear. There was a massive sex trafficking ring operating across the UK at that time involving Westminster politicians and others and Dafydd was at the centre of it. St George’s/Springfield Hospital was a major branch of the ring. The delivery suite at St George’s was plastered in notices which were care orders from social services – not even just Wandsworth Social Services, but from local authorities right across the country – telling the midwives that if such and such a girl turned up in labour, the police were to be called and the baby would be removed at birth. There were photos and descriptions of the girls and much was made of the fact that they might be using false names and had been diagnosed as ‘psychopaths’ by Top Doctors. Of course they were using false names – they had run away from a bloody sex trafficking gang. I was using a false name at one point because everywhere I went, Dafydd would appear. Then I realised that Dafydd and co were tracing me through Gov’t databases so I just thought sod this, I’ll stand up to them because they’ll get me anyway.

 

Now then Dafydd, I have been receiving info over the past few months from someone who absolutely maintains that one of your lot were behind the King’s Cross fire. I was due to be passing through the station right at the time that the fireball went up, but I’d been delayed so I missed it. I didn’t believe this person when they first told me, but they have given me more and more evidence of the way in which your mates were stalking me, had me and my friends under surveillance and they have supplied me with details of my whereabouts and activities as long as 35 yrs ago. There were people moving into shared houses and flats with me presenting themselves as young people who were my friends but they weren’t – they were gifts from the security services who’s aim was to protect you, not me.

In Oct 1987, DCS Gwynne Owen of the North Wales Police submitted the second report to the CPS regarding Alison Taylor’s allegations that children in north Wales were being abused. He dismissed her concerns and stated that: ‘There is every likelihood… she will manipulate others in the future to make similar complaints’. On 3rd Nov 1987, Alison Taylor was formally dismissed by Gwynedd County Council.

On 18 Nov 1987, the fireball ripped through King’s Cross Station. Thirty-one people died and 100 were injured. No-one has ever got to the bottom of the cause of that fire. I am told that the purpose of it was to kill me.

You lot are going to fess up.

In 1986-87 I lived in Harringay. I have mentioned previously that Dafydd freely admitted to me that he had a contact in Haringey Social Services who was going to ‘keep an eye’ on me no less. I was living in a shared house with a good group of people. Then there was havoc because a particularly mad young man turned up and moved in, whom it transpired had IRA connections. The landlord chucked him out after he threatened the landlord and then a Turkish man moved in. Who, after a few weeks, moved a 15 year old Turkish boy in with him. Into the same room, with only one bed. The Turkish boy couldn’t speak any English. This was undoubtedly a child protection issue but I doubt that Dafydd’s mates in Haringey Social Services were going to worry about that. The local MP at the time was Bernie Grant. Who was succeeded by David Lammy…

Jeremy Corbyn was the MP for a neighbouring constituency who sat on the Board of the local NHS authority.

Hilda King. I shared a flat with her in Tooting in 1989. Hilda was a psychiatric nurse at Friern Barnet Hospital. She came from Liverpool and her former nursing tutor knew Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh – she told me this. Hilda presented herself as a good friend of mine, but subsequently began behaving very strangely and suddenly announced that she was leaving London and giving up the tenancy of the flat. She disappeared. She had a boyfriend called Mike who was always very frosty towards me. She had previously been in a relationship with a Top Doc at Friern called Dr Pilgrim. I have been told that Hilda was someone who was paid to pass on information about me.

 

I have also been told that there was a paedophile ring operating in Somerset when I was a teenager, that the people involved had a connection with Dafydd et al and that they were subsequently involved in receiving money for information about me, or to lie about me. The name that I have been given is Stuart Beauchamp. He was an American who lived in the same village as me when I was 12 and I used to help him with his goats – when I was 14 he went to live in Wales, but I have no idea where. I knew that Stuart and his mates dealt in drugs and that they were under surveillance by the police, although the Avon and Somerset police were completely corrupt. I didn’t believe it when I was told that Stuart was involved because I haven’t seen him for decades, but as Brown pointed out, Stuart had corrupt police officers after his blood and he could well have done anything at all to get them off his back. Stuart was a farm labourer – my opinion is that he was nothing compared to the danger that Dafydd and the Top Doctors represented, but as the Top Docs won’t fess up and they keep demanding more money, I’m naming everyone who has evidence.

Stuart shared a cottage with a man called Rob Perry. Rob had a major drugs problem but gave up drugs and became a Jehovah’s Witness in about 1980. A lot of Rob’s new friends were former Catholics who kept telling me that they had become Jehovah’s Witnesses because the Catholic Church was unbelievably ‘evil’, especially to children. I suspect that they were talking about sexual abuse, which was not so openly discussed at the time. One of Rob’s fellow members of the Kingdom Hall in Bridgwater is a man called Mike Evans.

Mike Evans was a farmer from Fiddington, but he wasn’t your average Somerset farmer. Mike Evans was a difficult man who gave up farming and turned his farm into a camping and caravan site, a very, very big one. It is now virtually a leisure centre. The local residents opposed every development and expansion of Evans’s, but somehow the planning permission kept coming. There was a degree of vindictiveness in some of the opposition, but even so it was a wonder to behold that Mike Evans was allowed to develop this Disneyland on the outskirts of a small Somerset village – the lanes were barely big enough to cope with the traffic. Local people all believed that Mr Evans was buying his way through the planning system because he was so wealthy – he hired a top flight QC at one point to flatten the neighbours. That was probably true, but Mike Evans had not always been wealthy. Mike Evans used to be quite a poor man. Until Rob Perry joined the Kingdom Hall in Bridgwater – Rob who knew me and who knew Stuart.

The MP for Bridgwater at the time was Tom King. King was a member of Thatcher’s Cabinet and he was Secretary of State for Employment when Sir Peter Morrison was a Minister in that Dept. Peter Morrison was abusing kids in care in north Wales. King later became N Ireland Secretary, so knew whatever it was that had happened at the Kincora Boys’ Home as well. Another member of Thatcher’s Cabinet, John Biffen, had grown up on a farm about three miles away from Fiddington and his mum and dad still lived there and would occasionally turn up in their famous son’s circle and charm everyone in their capacity as two bumpkins.

People tried to kill me and Brown Mr Evans and whilst that was happening you took your opportunity to become a millionaire on the back of your knowledge as to why someone was trying to kill us.

I didn’t ever have any evidence that Mike Evans ever sexually abused his children, but he used to beat the living daylights out of one of them when he was only about 3 yrs old. I witnessed it.

Perhaps the maggots could now crawl out of their hiding places and admit what they got up to and why so many of them prospered.

 

The ‘Daily Mirror’ today is leading with a scoop – an interview with William Roache aka Ken Barlow on His Hell and how he has forgiven his accusers. Ken is opening his heart regarding his 2013 arrest, prosecution and subsequent acquittal for historical sex offences against girls between 12 and 16 yrs old. He was found not guilty on all charges and there was much comment along the lines of ‘how very dare you’ when Ken Walked Free From The Court.

I haven’t the foggiest as to whether William Roache committed the offences or not, I don’t know Roache and was certainly not a witness. What I do know though is that Roache was Patron of St David’s Hospice in Llandudno, which is an establishment that was founded and is governed and managed by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The CEOs Of St David’s Hospice’). Furthermore, William Roache was Patron of St David’s Hospice when the Chief Exec was Alun Davies, the lying, perjuring former manager of the Hergest Unit who attempted to have me imprisoned in his attempts to conceal the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles. That doesn’t of course mean that Roache is a sex offender, but the point of being a national treasure is that you are supposed to have folk around you who keep you away from people who are assisting paedophile gangs. Sadly the screening system seems to have failed terribly, Judi Dench hangs out with Robert Bluglass and Carlo took marriage guidance advice off Jimmy Savile.

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Roache seems to have spent his whole life sailing close to the wind in terms of Dafydd and the paedophiles. William Roache’s dad was a Top Doctor and William went to Rydal School in Colwyn Bay. Rydal has now merged with Penrhos College – Penrhos College was formerly the girls’ school which was just down the road from Rydal, the boys’ school. Rydal and Penrhos were the public schools of choice for wealthy people in north Wales.In recent years, former pupils from Rydal have come forward with allegations of sexual abuse – the school has admitted that a small number of teachers were guilty and that their offences were concealed.

Not all former pupils of Rydal complained of abuse and unhappiness, many speak very fondly of their time there. However, even now, Rydal Penrhos is a very tightly knit network – nearly all of the Governors are former old boys (most of the Governors are male) and they are all Top Docs, lawyers, accountants etc. That does not make them wicked people, but it is evidence of a very strong, influential alumni network which someone who was an abuser would be able to tap into should they wish to do the How Very Dare You bit.

William’s son Linus also went to Rydal School and is a past member of the Royal Shakespeare Company. So he’ll know Judi Dench, Sir Ian McKellen and the rest of the luvvies who’s lives do seem to touch those of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Village’).

Films that Linus has starred in include ‘No Surrender’, 1985; ‘Shot Through The Heart’, 1998; ‘Hart’s War’, 2002; ‘Find Me Guilty’, 2006; and ‘Mandy’, 2018. His TV credits include ‘Kidnapped’, 2006-07.

I will invite Linus to take part in my forthcoming drama ‘How Very Dare You’. We’ll tour north Wales Linus! I’m sure that the paedophiles’ folly which is Theatre Clwyd (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’) will welcome us.

 

Linus’s dad William was born in Basford, Nottinghamshire, the son of Hester and Joseph Roache. He grew up in nearby Ilkeston, Derbyshire, where he attended a Steiner school set up by his grandfather in the garden of the family home. There was a long-standing paedophile ring in Derbyshire which by the 1960s was linked to Dafydd et al in north Wales. There was a Steiner school in Porthmadog which was a centre of sexual abuse in the 1980s/90s. I am also aware of a Steiner ‘Hospital’ in Birmingham which was concealing organised abuse and of at least two other Steiner schools in England about which there were concerns, although I don’t know if the concerns were about sexual abuse per se.

When I lived near Haslemere in 1988 – unbeknown to me Alun Davies and Laurie Wood (the then general manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh) were tracking my addresses at the time – a former midwife called Ann moved into the shared cottage where I lived. She had left the NHS – after admitting to me that she’d witnessed the sort of things that usually make midwives leave the NHS – and was working in a school for children with behavioural problems in Surrey and I think that it was a Steiner school. After a few weeks it became clear that she was not very happy with her employers and the school but she wouldn’t articulate what it was exactly that she was so worried about. She struggled on there for another few months and left among a flurry of Angel-like comments directed at her employer along the lines of ‘I’m not happy about the management’ and ‘I’ve told them that we are never going to see eye-to-eye’. I didn’t know at the time but the phrases that Ann used were the stock phrases that Angels use when people are being abused and they can’t bear to confront it. She also showed a great deal of concern about what was happening to me at the hands of those we know and love until one day she moved out and fled and I never saw her again.

So who threatened Ann then Dafydd? She might have been paid, but I gained the impression that she was far too frightened to be in receipt of goodies. There would be ample opportunities for Dafydd, D.G.E. Wood etc to have got at Ann. I was working at Surrey University at the time and my boss was Prof Vincent Marks who’s brother was Dr John Marks, the then President of the BMA, just as Tony Francis was CC’ing letters to the BMA describing how he was going to frame me. At the time John Marks was battling with Ken Clarke and both sides were using anything that they could. Dr D.G.E. Wood had already made contact with two GPs that I had registered with in Surrey/Hampshire to stick his oar in. Furthermore, one of the girls in our house, Beth, was the daughter of an educational psychologist. Many of whom conceal the abuse of children.

Bill Roache’s grandfather was a Freemason. At one point Bill Roache began a medicine degree but withdrew. Roache joined the British Army and was commissioned into the Royal Welsh Fusiliers. A regiment with which Dafydd has links. Roache lives in Wilmslow, Cheshire, which is in the area in which Dafydd’s gang operated.

In 1991, Roache won a libel action against ‘The Sun’, which had described him as boring and unpopular with his fellow Coronation Street stars. He was awarded £50,000 damages by the jury, the same amount that he had turned down in an out-of-court settlement offered by the newspaper before the case. As a result he was liable for the £120,000 costs incurred. Roache sued his law firm for negligence in 1998 and was declared bankrupt in April 1999.

Roache is a supporter of the Conservative Party. In 2007, he championed John Major as Britain’s greatest post-war PM. Roache backed disgraced ex-Conservative MP Neil Hamilton in the 1997 General Election against the anti-corruption candidate Martin Bell. Neil and Christine Hamilton used to attend social events with Sir Peter Morrison – Neil Hamilton was the MP for the neighbouring constituency.

Roache became patron of the Ilkeston-based production company Sustained Magic Ltd in 2006.

Roache is a vegetarian because he ‘doesn’t want animals being killed for him’. The Chief Exec of St David’s Hospice whilst Roache was Patron colluded with a paedophile gang which killed people. 

William Roache is all spiritual. He has done a course in astrology and read the stars for his colleagues on ‘Coronation Street’ and wowed them with the accuracy of his readings. Presumably he was financially ruined by that libel case against ‘The Sun’ before he went on that course. Or else George Carman QC was a better astrologist. William Roache dressed up in white robes complete with cowl and attended a ceremony at the Henge one year. The tabloids could barely contain their joy, although Bill Roache has since denied that he is a druid.

William Roache’s on-screen wife was Deirdre, played by the actor Anne Kirkbride. Anne Spoke Out about depression and became a mental health campaigner. She did not speak out about what Bill Roache’s mates at the St David’s Hospice were doing to mental health patients in north Wales. Years ago Anne was busted for the possession of grass – or as Dafydd would say ‘mari-jew-ana’ – although info relating to that is not mentioned on her wiki entry. It definitely happened, I remember it being particularly poignant because a victim of Dafydd’s was a Coronation Street fan and used to enjoy telling people that the roach had been named after Bill Roache, who invented it. Perhaps he did, Bill and Deirdre lived rather more exciting lives than the rest of us knew about. I haven’t noticed any members of the Coronation Street cast called chillum or bong though, so perhaps they’re not aficionados of meri-jew-ana.

I watched a TV documentary about Bill Roache in the company of the man who enjoyed telling people that Bill invented the roach – I think that Deirdre had been busted by then as well. So I was a bit surprised to find that Bill Roache lived in a house furnished with human-sized Sindy doll furniture, all white with golden trimmings and carpeted with deep pile white carpets. Furthermore Bill collected Faberge eggs and went on about his eggs at length. Then the documentary explained that Bill had a big day ahead of him because he was opening a supermarket near Manchester, so I presumed that he was scraping the barrel, although that’s not an excuse for getting involved with initiatives of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Until Alun Davies became the Chief Exec of St David’s Hospice, it was a little known and minor venture of the paedophiles’ friends. Yet once Davies arrived, Bill Roache rocked up and stars of stage and screen started appearing at fund-raising gigs – including Paul Merton, Phil Jupitus and Marcus Brigstocke (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’). Davies did not arrive at St David’s with an unblemished record. He had presided over a holocaust at the Hergest Unit, with scores of patient suicides and even some staff ones as well. That Unit was a smouldering heap on the pavement by the time that Davies departed, with former staff openly talking about Davies’s ‘corruption’ and how he was using his charidee work to facilitate it.

Bill Roache is also a Patron of Crimestoppers and supports the Prince’s Trust, Childhood Eye Cancer and Henshaw’s Society for the Blind.

A Hergest patient repeatedly rang Crimestoppers in the mid-1990s and gave them full details of a number of serious offences with which Dafydd and his associates were involved. Crimestoppers refused to act and told him that his calls were being treated as hoaxes. See post ’95 Glorious Years!’.

Roache was acquitted of the sex offence charges whilst he was Patron of St David’s.

 

Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends were not only good at ensuring that people who had committed offences against patients were never charged, but they were able to provide the same service for certain favoured patients. There was a mental health patient who used to live near Bethesda who kept telling me how much he liked Dafydd and that Dafydd had been ‘very kind to him’. Not so long after that, this man told me that ‘two girls on a bus’ had told stories about him and he was now in trouble with the police and might have to go to court. I was actually present when Tony Francis stuck his head around the door and cheerily said ‘you won’t have to go to court, I’ve spoken to the police’. At the time I presumed that this man had been the subject of a misunderstanding or bigotry. I was told later by someone who had known him for a long time that he had committed sex offences against women again and again and again and Dafydd and Tony Francis had ‘got him off’ every time. I don’t know why he was given such preferential treatment by people who usually did all that they could to frame patients, but this man’s wider family also contained a few people who seemed to have particularly good fortune where behaving badly without ever facing the consequences was concerned.

 

The ‘Daily Mirror’ today also has a big feature on the late Peter Stringfellow who featured in my post ‘R.I.P. Two Paedophiles’ Friends And A Poor Cow’. In the interests of fairness I need to mention that Peter Stringfellow and his ‘beautiful girls’ all stressed that the beautiful girls in his clubs did not sell sex to the customers. However, Stringfellow alleged that there was another ‘gentleman’s club’ where the beautiful girls did exactly that and Stringfellow alleged that this club almost put him out of business by doing such a roaring trade in sex – it was Spearmint Rhino. According to the Mirror, Stringfellow was so concerned at what was going on in Spearmint Rhino that he sent some of his beautiful girls along undercover as spies and they reported back…

Spearmint Rhino is owned by John Gray and it is an American based business.

Some years ago Springfield Hospital hit the headlines after it was revealed that as part of an ’employment opportunities’ scheme for service users, one patient had been found a ‘work placement’ as a stripper at Spearmint Rhino. Dr Rachel Perkins, the clinical director of Springfield, defended this ‘placement for a disadvantaged woman service user’ on the grounds that the patient ‘chose to do it’. Rachel Perkins was clinical director of Springfield when I was a patient there. Not only were her colleagues assisting Dafydd et al in running a sex trafficking gang, but suicidal patients who were being completely neglected by the staff were told that it was their choice as to whether they killed themselves or not. I saw one suicidal distraught young man whose wife and children had been killed in a car accident some months earlier walk out of the door after telling the staff that he was going to kill himself. He was told that was up to him. Another patient expressed his astonishment and was told to keep his nose out.

There are some girls and women who are quite happy to work at Spearmint Rhino. But Rachel Perkins’ patients were coerced into doing things that they would never have usually wanted to do and were then told that it was their choice. Furthermore their lives were systematically destroyed until prostitution or stripping might seem like quite a positive option, after Rachel and co had made sure that they wouldn’t be able to return to other employment. Rachel Perkins used her position as a Gov’t adviser to support cuts in disability benefits for people with mental health problems.

Rachel stood down as clinical director of Springfield after a public inquiry which followed a number of murders of patients as well as staff and sexual assaults on patients damned the hospital and deemed it to be irretrievable. Rachel was then given a seat on the St George’s Trust Board as the Service User Representative, Rachel by then having taken a leaf out of Alastair Campbell’s book and declared herself a service user. Subsequently Rachel was given a seat on the Equality and Human Rights Commission.

Rachel Perkins continued to write on LGBT issues as well as Service User Empowerment. One of her offerings bore a striking resemblance to something that Brown and I had published not long before. Brown laughed and said that we should be flattered that Rachel thought that our ideas were worth nicking, but Brown is rather more forgiving than me. All I could think was ‘that people trafficking bitch who’s colleagues refused to help me when people were trying to kill me and instead sent me back to Dafydd with whom they were colluding has plagiarised our work’.

 

Some Empowered Service Users
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Milli Tant And Her Radical Conscience:

Rachel Perkinsv

 

Perkins was at one point crowned the MIND Champion of the Year.

 

Milli Tant’s colleague Prof Nigel Eastman, who told me to ‘go back to north Wales’ after Rachel’s other colleagues had forced me out of my job:

 

 

Rachel: I know that as an Empowered Service User my rightful place in society should be working in the sex industry, but next time that you and Eastman try and force me into that line of work, perhaps you could get me a business start-up grant so that I can then establish my own brothel. Because I was certainly not going to work for Dafydd. Mind you, if you’d helped me set up in business a la Miss Whiplash, I wouldn’t have ended up eventually returning to academia and publishing the work with Brown that you plagiarised.

 

After I moved to London but before I was one of Rachel’s Empowered Service Users, I used to entertain myself by cringing at a radio programme that was a late night favourite on Capital Radio, ‘Anna and the Doc’. Anna was Anna Raeburn, an agony aunt who built up a reputation for giving terrible advice to the punters when she worked for ‘Cosmopolitan’, but I haven’t been able to find out who the Doc was. He was a lethal old git and a liar as well. By the time that I was listening to Anna and the Doc, I had encountered Dafydd and the paedophiles and witnessed serious wrongdoing at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS and at St George’s. Sometimes people would ring up Anna and the Doc and begin to relate terrible experiences with Top Docs and ask the Doc why such a thing had happened or what they could do. Anna would interrupt them and say things like ‘now all that’s going to happen if we continue is that you are going to have another row with another doctor and that’s not going to help’. Anna would then cut them off and the self-satisfied harrumphing of the Doc could be heard in the background.

One night someone successfully evaded Anna’s filtering system and pretended that he just wanted a friendly chat with the Doc. As soon as the Doc came on the line, this man said ‘would you please tell me why drug addicts are treated so badly by doctors?’ Whereupon the Doc snapped ‘they’re not’. The caller retorted ‘oh yes they are’, but before he launched into an account of what was obviously going to be first hand experience, Anna yelled down the phone ‘they’re not. You’ve had the answer from the Doc, drug addicts are not treated badly’. Anna then cut the caller off.

Anna, I seriously thought of ringing in to tell your listeners that within the previous few weeks I had heard a research assistant and a senior technician at St George’s tell me that addicts were ‘scum, they are awful, they are such a pain the arse, we just get them out of here, everyone hates them’. I had also been told by a junior doctor that ‘I hate them, I won’t have them in my clinic no matter what their problems are’. But I guessed that after I had uttered three words, you would cut me off so I didn’t bother.

Addicts can be very, very difficult to work with, but the Doc was telling bare-faced porkies when he told the world that there was no bad feeling towards addicts on the part of Top Docs. Of course, there are some Docs who will treat addicts. Dafydd does, he sells them drugs. As did some of Rachel Perkins’s colleagues at Springfield Hospital.

If any readers know the identity of the patronising dishonest old pompouser who was the Doc on ‘Anna and the Doc’, please do let me know.

 

Dr Charles Hill was known as the ‘Radio Doctor’ in the 1930s. Hill was born in Islington and was educated at St Olave’s Grammar School, Southwark, London. He went to Trinity College, Cambridge and continued his medical studies at the London Hospital. Hill became Deputy Medical Officer of Oxford in 1930. He became Assistant Secretary of the BMA from 1932 and was Secretary 1944-50.

During WWII, the Ministry of Health had wanted the BBC to infiltrate health messages into ordinary programmes rather than have dedicated programmes from the Ministry of Food, but the BBC warned that this would not be effective and would be viewed by listeners as patronising. So they employed a Top Doctor to patronise them instead. Consequently, Hill’s role as the ‘Radio Doctor’ became part of the Ministry of Food’s programme, ‘Kitchen Front’, every morning from 1942. Because of the then rules about members of the medical profession advertising, Hill could not broadcast under his own name and so was just ‘The Radio Doctor’. His ‘distinctive rich voice helped make an impact’. Indeed, the high quality of the pompousing will be forever remembered.

Hill was still the BMA’s Secretary when the NHS was introduced in 1948. He negotiated with Nye Bevan and ensured that GPs did not simply become salaried employees. Don’t tell me – because that was the best way of helping poor people and achieving social justice no doubt.

Hill stood for Parliament for University of Cambridge in 1945 as an Independent. He was successful in 1950, becoming MP for Luton as a Conservative and National Liberal.

He was appointed Secretary to the Ministry of Food in 1951. He became the Postmaster-General (a non-Cabinet ministerial position with responsibilities that included broadcasting) in 1955; during his period in office he publicly berated the BBC for its reporting of the Suez Crisis. In May 1956, Hill attempted to formalise the existing agreement by which discussions or statements about matters before Parliament could not be broadcast in the fortnight preceding any debate. However, the Suez Crisis rendered this policy unworkable in practice and the Gov’t agreed to its suspension at the end of the year. Hill, who had been uneasy about the implications of the rule for freedom of expression, was relieved.

From 1957-61, Hill was Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster and from 1961 he was Minister of Housing and Local Gov’t and Welsh Affairs, but he lost his place in the Cabinet in Macmillan’s ‘Night of the Long Knives’ reshuffle in 1962.

Hill was appointed as the Chairman of the Independent Television Authority in 1963, where he continued his hostile attitude towards the BBC. He was given a peerage in 1963. In 1967, Hill announced that the ITV contracts were all to be re-advertised, because he was concerned about the large profits being made by the major companies and their lack of regional identity. This resulted in a radical reorganisation of the ITV network.

Hill was appointed Chairman of the BBC Governors (1967–72), by Harold Wilson to ‘sort out’ the BBC. His appointment as BBC Chairman surprised the BBC’s Governors and several resigned. Wilson encouraged Hill to be active in editorial decisions. Hill’s Deputy Chairman was Wilson’s friend and that very good paedophiles’ friend Lord John Fulton (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’). Hill had a difficult relationship with the DG of the BBC, Hugh Greene and he eventually forced Greene to resign in 1969. Greene later described Hill as a ‘vulgarian’. He had a ‘quieter relationship’ with Greene’s successor, paedophiles’ friend Charles Curran (see previous posts). Hill retired from the BBC in 1972 but he did, however, continue to be active in the business world as Chairman of the Abbey National Building Society and of Laporte.

Hill died in 1989, aged 85.

He married Marion Spencer Wallace, with whom he had two sons and three daughters. Marion read botany at Cambridge, so could well have known UCNW’s leading light in botany, Prof Greig-Smith and his colleague from Cambridge, Prof Edred Henry Corner, Douglas Hurd’s uncle (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

 

Dr Charles Haw-Haw: ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’

  • BBC Radio 4 - Desert Island Discs, Charles Hill

 

My post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ described how, when staff at Ysbyty Gwynedd were busy forging documents, failing to investigate serious complaints, lying to patients, concealing serious wrongdoing and perjuring themselves in order to have patients convicted, they received a visit from the Welsh National Board, who subsequently deemed them suitable to educate mental health nurses to degree level.

I have discovered that a former member of the Welsh National Board reached high office after doing this favour for the colleagues of a paedophile gang. Let me introduce Professor Jean White CBE.

Jean White was appointed as Chief Nursing Officer for Wales in October 2010. It was Edwina Hart wot did it. The Edwina who hated Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, but couldn’t get rid of him because of all the previously dirty deals with which she’d been involved (see post ‘The Human Stain’). Edwina was later appointed Minister for Business and Enterprise, where it was alleged, she distributed business grant support in return for sexual favours.

So Edwina, did Jean White hold you hostage in order to land the top job or did you offer it to her as a thank you for her earlier services and because she knew where the bodies were buried, how many there were and the details of the killings?

Jean White is ‘Welsh by birth’ – and no doubt likes a bit of bara brith and a Welsh cake –  trained as a general nurse in Swansea and practised as a theatre nurse in Wales and London. Ooh, Swansea – the location of the Swansea Mafia of which Edwina was alleged to be part of. Jean ‘has held positions in nurse education at the Welsh National Board, Health Professions Wales and Welsh Government’. So she’ll be an expert in cooking the books, fiddling the figures and ticking the right boxes.

Jean has worked with a number of European governments and is currently an expert adviser to the World Health Organisation (WHO) European Region. They clearly haven’t realised yet that they’ve been conned.

After her appointment as CNO, Jean’s main priority was ‘developing the nursing and midwifery workforce in Wales’. Ah, so THAT’S why the Betsi was placed in special measures partly as a result of its dangerous, dysfunctional maternity services! It was because they had been so highly developed by Jean – following of course all those years of Jean beavering away in nurse education.

Jean was also engaged in implementing the Nurse Staffing Levels (Wales) Act 2016. That’ll be why there are such serious nurse shortages across Wales then.

Jean is Honorary Visiting Professor to the School of Nursing and Midwifery Studies, Cardiff University; Visiting Professor to University of South Wales, Fellow of Swansea University; Fellow of Bangor University and was made Fellow of the Queen’s Nursing Institute in November 2016. She was acknowledged in the inaugural Nursing Times Nurse Leaders 2014 list and received a CBE from Lilibet in 2017 for services nursing and midwifery in the UK and Europe.

I’m feeling quite overwhelmed by all the excellence.

Jean is a member of the NMC. That’s the body which struck off the nurse who blew the whistle on the Tawel Fan Scandal but which took no action against the Angels who abused the patients in Tawel Fan.

Jean is involved in the National Institute for Social Care and Health Research (NISCHR). That’s a organisation which stumps up large grants for the paedophiles’ friends to pursue mediocre, unoriginal ‘research’ which always manages to demonstrate that basically, standards in the health and social care sector in Wales are high but could become even higher if a few more hundred thousand was given to the researchers who found that standards were high. It’s a remarkably successful strategy. Standards remain high – despite some of the most shameful mortality rates in Europe and patients dumped naked on the beds, left to lie in their own faeces – and the same small group of researchers bag all the dosh from the NISCHR.

Jean gave a power point presentation on ‘developing nursing research in Wales’, which had the words ‘Cardiff and Vale University Health Board’ splashed all over it. I don’t know whether Jean was giving the presentation to them or whether she was affiliated to them, but she might be interested to know – being a midwife and all that – that Cardiff and Vale UHB employ one Richard Penketh as a consultant gynaecologist. Penketh worked at St George’s when I did. He had sex with a research assistant in the lab – not me I hasten to add – and whilst he was having sex with her, he told her how much he wanted to have sex with her colleague. You didn’t know that I heard about that did you Mandy? Then Penketh failed some professional exams and I was told that he was such a liability that he was going to be frozen out of the London scene and ‘sent to Wales’. Once Penketh was sent to Wales, Dr Brian Gibbons, in his capacity as Health Minister, gave Penketh an award for excellence.

Penketh arrived at St George’s after having worked for Lord Robert Winston at Hammersmith Hospital. Winston didn’t warn anyone, he just passed the liability that is Penketh on to someone else, who in turn sent him to the dustbin for Top Docs that is Wales.

Lord Winston is an Emeritus Professor at Imperial College and a Labour Peer. He has presented many TV programmes and series, including ‘Walking With Cavemen’. Here’s the missing link himself:

 

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Robert Winston is a Fellow of the RSA and a member of the Garrick, the MCC and the Athenaeum. Savile was a member of the Athenaeum and Dafydd’s umbrella’s Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Sir William Mars-Jones were members of the Garrick.

Winston was a Council member of the ICRF and CR UK, so he will know all about the research frauds funded by people working for those charidees which I described in my posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

Winston is also: Chancellor, Sheffield Hallam University; Chairman of the Council, Royal College of Music; University of Surrey Council Member; Chairman of the Genesis Research Trust; Founding member and co-chair of the UK-Israel Science Council (since 2017).

Lord Winston – do you know a man called Robert Fox who works at Musgrove Park Hospital by any chance? Perhaps you have contacts in north Wales as well? I know that north Wales functions as a latrine for the Top Docs, but an awful lot of people knew that not only was the region crawling with service users who could name rich n famous people who had sexually exploited them, but that one of the service users could potentially inflict real damage because of what she witnessed when she worked as a medical researcher in, er, Hammersmith Hospital and St George’s, as well as in north Wales…

 

To return to Professor Jean White CBE, the fool who embraces the Top Docs whom Winston et al get rid of before the bomb explodes on their patch. Jean gave a powerpoint presentation – Jean loves powerpoints, you don’t have to think, you just put a few sentences up in capitals and vary the font a bit and then put in a few photos – in which the last slide read ‘service, education and research communities need to work together and with industry to make sure the health and social care services we have in Wales are the best that they can be’.

Unfortunately, because the health and social care services in Wales employ the likes of Jean White and Richard Penketh at the top of the tree, ‘the best that they can be’ is pretty bloody awful.

It’s OK though. Jean will soon be completing another ‘self-assessment’, as part of her ‘CPD’, along with every other fuckwit working with her. They will all spend a couple of hours assessing their strengths and diligently conclude that they are all ‘very good’ at almost everything, ‘excellent’ at a few things and ‘need to improve’ on something very trivial which does of course have no bearing at all on patient safety.

Meanwhile the mortality rates in Wales will remain some of the worst in Europe.

Here is Professor Jean White CBE. I can see a category on her next self-assessment exercise which needs to be ticked as ‘needing improvement’ – the ability to match the colour of one’s hair dye with one’s eye-brows.

 

Jean White

 

Whilst rooting around, I uncovered another lady who has inexplicably made it through the doors of the House of Lords, despite being unknown and as far as I can see, having achieved bugger all. Step forward Baroness Delyth Morgan.

Delyth Jane Morgan, Baroness Morgan of Drefelin (born 30 August 1961), is Crossbencher in the Lords having formerly sat as a Labour peer. In 2011 Morgan was appointed Chief Executive of the Breast Cancer Campaign, now known as Breast Cancer Now. She was educated at Bedford College, London, BSc Physiology & Biochemistry, 1983, now part of Royal Holloway, University of London and also UCU. She was President of the London University Union, 1985–86.

Morgan was a junior Minister in the Dept of Innovation and Skills in 2008. Delyth was then Minister for the Dept of Children, Schools and Families, 2008-10. She replaced Kevin Brennan, who was an acolyte of Rhodri Morgan (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’).

Web pages relating to Delyth have mostly disappeared and all I can find is that she ‘worked in the voluntary sector’ for Shelter, the Workplace Nursing Campaign and Asthma UK and spent a ‘decade at the helm’ of Breakthrough Breast Cancer, which was formed from a merger of other charidees. Delyth led the fundraising which led to the opening, in 1999, of the Breakthrough Toby Robins Breast Cancer Research Centre at the Institute of Cancer Research.

I have definitely never worked with Delyth, but my former colleagues from Surrey University – who stole my data and gave it to Prof Nicola Curtin at Newcastle-upon-Tyne University to publish under her name – subsequently went to work at the Institute of Cancer Research. They also knew about the research frauds being perpetrated which are detailed in my previous posts. I note that Delyth’s Research Centre opened in 1999. Just before Ronnie Waterhouse published his Report re the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

So Delyth, you disgusting specimen – who are your parents and how did you get to know about what happened to me? Because you certainly don’t know anything about cancer research.

I’ll carry on digging, but I suspect that now I’ve mentioned Delyth, all references to her will disappear from the web. Do us a favour Delyth and disappear off the face of the earth. I’m fed up with people who don’t know their arses from their elbows but who have landed themselves plum numbers on the back of what happened to Brown and me.

By the way, Delyth comes from Dyfed, in west Wales. Where that paedophile gang operated who were linked with Dafydd and Ioan Bowen Rees’s lot in north Wales. Perhaps Mark Drakeford, who was a social worker in Dyfed whilst the gang was busy, could let us know who Delyth is?

Delyth the unknown mediocrity was given a peerage in 2004. That was the work of Blair then. Why am I not surprised?

 

 

 

 

The Village

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Corporate Sponsorship and Membership

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile Helen Milne also led Bangor Rape Crisis.

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

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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Sir Ian at Manchester Pride 2010:

 

The Ass-headed Bottom:

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

The Lord Owen
Official portrait of Lord Owen crop 2.jpg

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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