The Cry Of The Lunatic

My post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ supplies a few details regarding the mental health system of the wider UK in the 1980s, when the British Gov’t was actively colluding with Dafydd and his gang’s activities in north Wales, which had by then got completely out of hand and were dominating the whole region. Since I wrote that post I have found out far, far more regarding the reasons why Dafydd et al were allowed to involve themselves in serious organised crime unhindered. It was of course because they were supplying the Westminster Paedophile Ring and were part of an international trafficking network.

They were so many people who protected Dafydd, let alone the wider gang across the UK, that I still have more people to name and events to correlate, but it is very obvious that by the mid-1980s, when Mary Wynch, Alison Taylor and I would not shut up about crimes against vulnerable people in north Wales, Dafydd’s mates in high places really pulled out all the stops to save the bacon of the gang.

Jimmy Savile was appointed to the Broadmoor task force in a non-executive role from Jan 1987. Professor Oliver Brooke of St George’s Hospital Medical School, a big name in the pan-European ring of which Dafydd et al were a part, pleaded guilty to child porn offences on 18 Dec 1986 at Kingston Crown Court. Savile had of course been involved with ‘volunteering’ at Broadmoor since 1968, but it was after Ollie was arrested and convicted that the Dept of Health under Secretary of State Norman Fowler and then Ken Clarke gave the man who was known to be a serial sex offender a leading role in the management of Broadmoor, Baroness Jean Trumpington being the genius of a junior Health Minister who actually did the deed (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Jimmy Savile is known to have procured children for the sexual use of ‘VIPs’. Broadmoor housed a great many ‘dangerous patients’ who had dared complain about being molested in various care settings. The institution was completely lawless and run by the POA, who were not only battering and molesting the patients but were also working massive swindles and embezzling huge quantities of money from the hospital coffers. Thatch’s Gov’t could not reign the POA in, obviously because those members who staffed Broadmoor – and of course Ashworth and Rampton – knew damn well that scores of their ‘dangerous’ patients had been banged up simply because they were witnesses to serious crime, including that committed by people at the highest levels of society.

It was on 11 May 1987 that Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane released Oliver Brooke from prison on appeal and compared Ollie’s extensive collection of child porn, some of which he had acquired from Amsterdam and Copenhagen, to a collection of cigarette cards. Geoffrey Lane referred to the numerous testimonials to Ollie’s good character that he had received, although I have not been able to discover who provided those testimonials or indeed who Ollie’s defence team were.

In early 1987, the DHSS mandarin responsible for mental health, Brian McGinnis, left his post. McGinnis was later barred from working with children after concerns about his conduct toward them (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’). McGinnis was replaced by Cliff Graham, a close friend of Jimmy Savile, who then ensured that Savile was given a leading role in the Broadmoor management team. Cliff Graham was even more successful at ensuring that the UK’s mental health system doubled up as a people trafficking organisation than McGinnis had been (see post ‘The Old Devils’). It was Cliff Graham who as part of his ‘reforms’ recommended the establishment of the SHSA (Special Hospital Services Authority). Everything that Graham did served to make Dafydd et al even more untouchable.

It was from 1987 onward that people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales found themselves befriended by the rich n famous with links to leading Tories (see posts ‘These Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’) and subsequently in receipt of a great deal of dosh.

After years of chaos and Savile-inspired crime at Broadmoor, in 1994 Cliff Graham was succeeded by Clive Wilson, who remarked on the lack of paperwork relating to previous events at the DHSS/DoH. In rather the same way that in 1995 when Nicola Davies QC was employed to conduct a review of the paperwork of the North Wales Police relating to the abuse of children in care in north Wales, Nicola – now Dame Nicola (see post ‘This Is What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’) – discovered that all the paperwork from the last ten years was missing.

The DHSS was a major and crucial Gov’t Dept. How exactly did it find itself devoid of paperwork while a gang of paedophiles were given free range within it? Perhaps some could ask former Secretaries of State Norman Fowler, Ken Clarke, William Waldegrave and Virginia Bottomley.

 

Let’s look at a few more of those who were given responsibility for Broadmoor while a gang of sex offenders were allowed to use it as a prison for their victims as well as witnesses to their crimes.

Sheila Drew Smith was the Chair of the Broadmoor Special Health Authority. Sheila was a member of the Committee on Standards in Public Life (the Nolan Committee), 2012-18. In 2015, Sheila Drew Smith was commissioned by Home Secretary Theresa May to conduct an independent review of governance proposals made by the Independent Police Complaints Commission (IPCC) in response to the Triennial Review of the IPCC.

Sheila also served and might still serve as the Chair of the National Approved Letting Scheme from 2013 and as a Committee Member of Safe Agents. Her previous roles have included: Board Member of the Housing Corporation, 2002-08; Board Member of the Audit Commission, 2004-10; Board Member of Infrastructure Planning Commission, 2010-12 and Office of the Regulator of Social Housing (Tenant Services Authority), 2008-12; Member of the Selection Panel, Network Rail, 2010-present; Member of the Appointments Panel, Bar Standards Board, 2010-present.

Sheila has also been a Director of Circles Services Ltd, Circle Anglia Foundation Ltd and the Centre for Economic Policy Research.

Sheila’s early career was as an accountant with PwC, 1984-95. She was a Board member and then the Chair of Tower Hamlets Housing Action Trust, 1999-04 and has been a Board member of the London Thames Gateway Development Corporation since 2009. So Sheila knows a great deal about the development of Canary Wharf which involved a number of those Tower Hamlets Councillors who had concealed the trafficking of youngsters between the East End and Dafydd’s gang in north Wales, as well as about the efforts of Sir Sam Everington, a Top Doctor and leading light in the BMA and Lord Andrew Mawson in concealing the same heap of crap. See posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’.

 

The junior Minister in the DoH with responsibilities for Broadmoor, 1988-90 – when Savile had free reign and Dafydd and his mates banged their victims up in there – was the Tory Roger Norman Freeman, Baron Freeman, MP for Kettering, 1983-97.

Freeman was born on the Wirral and educated at Whitgift School, Croydon and Balliol College. When he was at Oxford, Freeman was the President of the Oxford University Conservative Association, 1964. Before entering Parliament, Freeman was an accountant for an investment bank.

Freeman was a junior Minister for the Armed Forces (1986–88) and then moved to the DoH to collude with Dafydd and the paedophiles. Between 1990 and 1995, he was Minister of State for Public Transport and in that post he was responsible for steering through the Commons the Railways Bill, providing for the privatisation of British Rail and enacted as the Railways Act 1993.

In Lilibet’s 1993 Birthday Honours – by which time the North Wales Police had ‘failed to find any evidence’ of the paedophile ring which Roger Freeman was concealing, a leading light of which was Sir Peter Morrison, the brother of Dame Mary Morrison, Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet – Freeman became a Privy Councillor. 

On 26 June 1995, Freeman was brought into the Cabinet by John Major as Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster and in this role, Freeman made a Ministerial visit to Lancaster Royal Grammar School, who’s most famous old boy is probably Cecil Parkinson, who also concealed Dafydd’s gang (see previous posts).

Freeman also inaugurated the process of privatisation of HMSO, though as a former Minister for MoD Procurement, one of HMSO’s major customers, he could be adjudged to have had a conflict of interest. He misjudged the effect of privatisation on HMSO, which, rather than preserve the business as a whole and protecting jobs, hastened the already-established process of splitting the business into its various parts, resulting in the destruction of some and the sale of others to foreign owners. The loss of jobs was massive and the old office building in Norwich is derelict. The National Audit Office later denounced the whole process as a debacle.

Freeman was narrowly defeated in the 1997 General Election and was rewarded with a peerage, just as Sir Ronald Waterhouse was calling the former kids in care who gave evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry a pack of liars.

Lord Freeman was the chairman of the charity SkillForce, 2004-16. He is now Patron of SkillForce and the Independent Transport Commission. His wife, Jennifer Freeman, is a former Secretary of the Victorian Society and is a specialist developer of architecturally historic buildings.

The Lord Freeman
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Savile’s mate Alan Franey, who was appointed General Manager of Broadmoor after Trumpers gave the green light for Savile and his friends to colonise the management of the institution, took early retirement in July 1997, after the depths to which Broadmoor had sunk were so low that it could not be concealed any longer. Jo Sheehan was appointed as an interim manager. Jo had previously been the HR Director at Broadmoor, so she was well-acquainted with the thugs of the POA who violently assaulted the victims of the paedophile gang that were incarcerated in there and also kept schtum about Jimmy Savile sexually assaulting them, although it has now been admitted that two female patients are thought to have killed themselves as a result of Savile. Complain about Dafydd and his mates assaulting you? You’ll be banged up in Broadmoor where Savile will then enjoy himself. St Helena Kennedy and the Friends Of The Oppressed Wimmin will not say a word and should you complain everyone will be reminded that you are a Dangerous Mental Patient (see post ‘Close Your Eyes And Make A WISH’).

After Jo, a new CEO was appointed to Broadmoor – Dr Julie Hollyman. Hollyman had previously worked as a Top Doctor at Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit attached to St George’s, when the Top Docs at St George’s and Springfield and their social work colleagues in Wandsworth Social Services were colluding with Dafydd et al in north Wales as well as with the paedophile gang on their own doorstep (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

When I worked at St George’s I had a run-in with Julie Hollyman. I had rung her secretary up with the results of a pregnancy test for a Springfield patient and the secretary had been incredibly rude to me. I challenged the secretary regarding her dreadful manner and then Hollyman rang me, told me that her secretary was never been rude to anyone and then launched an attack on me. So I told Hollyman that her secretary had indeed been very rude and I wasn’t going to bandy words with Hollyman who had not heard the exchange. I suspected that Hollyman was going to make a complaint about me, so I told my senior colleagues what had happened. It transpired that they knew Hollyman, I was told that she was a bloody nightmare and Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain quipped that Hollyman should be a patient not a Top Doc. Which was all deeply ironic because the whole lot of them were colluding with Hollyman and her colleagues with regard to concealing organised abuse, although they clearly loathed her.

While Julie Hollyman worked at Springfield, patients and staff were murdered and a number of female patients were sexually assaulted, raped and became pregnant. At Broadmoor, there had been a scandal revolving around a female member of staff having a lesbian relationship with a patient – who had been transferred to Broadmoor from Springfield. The patient was transferred back to Springfield and the relationship with the member of staff from Broadmoor continued.

So Julie Hollyman as well as her Springfield colleagues had a very cosy relationship with Broadmoor before Hollyman was ever appointed CEO. When Hollyman was in post at Broadmoor, public statements were made regarding Hollyman ‘turning around’ Broadmoor and greatly improving things there. It later became clear that these statements were lies. But then when Hollyman was at Springfield, Springfield was being touted as a centre of excellence. For more information on the awful Hollyman and the many senior roles which she has held in the NHS, see post ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’.

Thomas Strachan Heppell was another mandarin in the DoH with responsibility for Broadmoor when it was run by a pan-European paedophile gang. Strachan Heppell served in the UK Civil Service, 1958-95 and worked on health and social services policy, as Deputy Secretary in the DHSS, 1986-95. Heppell was subsequently a Visiting Fellow at the LSE; Chair of the Family Fund Trust for Families With Severely Disabled Children, 1997-03; Board member of the Broadcasting Complaints Commission; Chair of the European Institute for Health, 2007. Strachan Heppell also served as a Director of Tor Bryan Residence in Essex.

The concerns regarding patients in special hospitals being subjected to extreme violence by the staff – and occasionally being killed by them – really took off after allegations were made of serious abuse of patients at Rampton in a 1980 Yorkshire Television documentary. People were shocked at what was revealed but there was no awareness at that time that many of those patients were not even ‘dangerous criminals’, yet alone victims of vicious sex abuse gangs which were being facilitated by the biggest names in British forensic psychiatry, including Prof Robert Bluglass of Birmingham University, Dr Paul Bowden of the Maudsley and Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s/Springfield, all of whom were mates with Dafydd and who feature on my documents.

Dr Paul Bowden and his moustache:

Paul Bowden

 

It was Sir John Boynton who was asked in 1980 to Chair the Inquiry into the abuse of patients at Rampton.

John Boynton was born in Carlisle and attended Glasgow Academy and Dulwich College, before taking a degree in law at London University and qualifying as a solicitor in 1939, undertaking his articles with the town clerk of Lambeth. In 1940 he joined the 15th Scottish Reconnaissance Regiment and served in France, Germany, the Netherlands and Belgium. 

Boynton served as a military magistrate in Germany after the end of the WWII, before returning to England where he worked as a solicitor for Derbyshire County Council. There was a long-standing paedophile ring in Derbyshire with links to Dafydd et al in north Wales. Boynton then served as Deputy Clerk of the Peace in Berkshire. In 1964 he moved to Cheshire, where he became Clerk of the Council and, after local government reorganisation in 1974, the first Chief Executive of the newly constituted Cheshire County Council, a post he held until 1979.

Dafydd’s gang in north Wales extended as far as Cheshire. Cheshire Social Services colluded with the gang in north Wales/Cheshire. Lucille Hughes back in the mists of time had worked as a social worker in Cheshire, as did Margaret Hanson who is currently Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Margaret is married to David Hanson, the Labour MP for Delyn, who was appointed as Blair’s PPS in 2001, in the aftermath of the Waterhouse Report (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II’).

Both Margaret and David Hanson were Councillors in Cheshire when kids in care of Cheshire County Council were abused. The Chair of the Betsi Board is Dr Peter Higson, who was a clinical psychologist at and then manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh when Dafydd was unlawfully imprisoning victims of the paedophile gang in the dungeon there.

Boyton was instrumental in establishing the Society of Local Authority Chief Executives (SOLACE), and became its founding President in 1974. He was also elected President of the Royal Town Planning Institute in 1976 and was a member of the Economic Planning Council for North West England. 

Upon Boyton’s retirement from local government, he was appointed by the British FCO to oversee new national elections in Rhodesia following the Lancaster Health Agreement, involving the rival guerrilla organisations led by Robert Mugabe and Joshua Nkomo. Despite evidence of intimidation of voters and candidates, Boynton concluded that the elections – which resulted in Mugabe’s ZANU-PF party securing a majority of seats – had been ‘a reflection of the wishes of the people’.

Boynton’s Inquiry found problems relating to Rampton’s isolation, lack of leadership and focus on containment rather than therapy. He definitely did not find that a good proportion of the patients were distressed people who had been witnesses to a trafficking gang and who had been fitted up by Top Doctors when they complained about this.

However, Boyton’s Report was highly critical of an internal complaints procedure under which not one of 178 complaints regarding Rampton over a four year period had been upheld. Boyton’s recommendations led to the formation, in 1983, of the Mental Health Act Commission, to oversee conditions under which mental patients were detained.

Throughout its entire existence, the MHAC was led by a series of people who all colluded with Dafydd and the gang, as detailed in previous posts. In 1987, the MHAC were fully on board with the efforts of Dafydd et al to frame and imprison me for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’. The plan unravelled when a nursing officer didn’t tell as many lies as required and when a police sergeant at Bangor Police Station refused to take phone calls from Angels who rang up claiming that I had threatened them as well and then stopped Dr D.G.E. Wood from coming into my cell. Dafydd and the MHAC didn’t realise that things had gone pear shaped and among my documents are letters from a David Ewart of the MHAC to the mental health services in north Wales confirming that I was now in Risley Remand Centre. See post ‘Security, Security’.

In 1994 I and another Hergest Unit patient made representation to the MHAC that Dafydd was behaving improperly with female patients and that complaints about him were not being investigated by the NHS. The MHAC admitted that there had been allegations of this nature against Dafydd stretching back to the 1960s. I heard no more from the MHAC and documents now in my possession show that after I raised concerns with the MHAC, the Chairman and CEO of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust failed to respond to communications from me or indeed the MHAC, but instead consulted lawyers to ask if there was ‘anymore that could be done’ to prosecute me (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

Sir John Boynton was appointed Deputy Lieutenant of Cheshire in 1975 and was knighted in 1979. By that time, Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester and was abusing kids in care in north Wales, Cheshire and elsewhere.

Boyton married first, in 1947, to Gabrielle Stanglmaier, whom he met during his time in Germany. He married secondly, in 1979, to Edith Laane, who came from The Hague.

Boynton’s obituary in ‘Focus’, the newsletter of SOLACE, told us that Boynton ‘raised the profile’ of SOLACE as a body ‘which was respected by senior civil servants’ ‘to consult on government proposals for legislation and administrative changes’. When questioned by the press on the need to hold the SOLACE Annual Dinner at the Savoy, Boynton replied that ‘Claridges was fully booked’. At least Boynton and his mates could catch up with Ronnie Waterhouse at The Savoy, Waterhouse virtually lived at the Garrick and the Savoy.

 

Baroness Lucy Faithfull was someone who knew a great deal about the young lives of some of those who ended up in the clutches of the secure hospitals. Faithfull was born in South Africa, the daughter of an Angel and an army officer. When her father was killed in WWI in 1916, her mother returned to England. Lucy was educated at Bournemouth and studied then at the Sorbonne, which she financed by work in a nursery in Paris. At some point Faithfull also gained a degree in social sciences from Birmingham University. After her education, Faithfull worked at Birmingham Settlement for three years until 1935 as a social worker, running clubs and acting as a caseworker. She subsequently worked in the Education Dept of the London County Council as a care committee organiser. Child abuse was concealed by the London County Council. During WWII and until 1948, Faithfull served as a regional welfare officer for the evacuee programme. In the following decade Lucy Faithfull became employed as an Inspector in the Children’s Dept of the Home Office, which at the time colluded with the abuse of children.

Faithfull joined Oxford City Council in 1958 as one of the first children’s officers and she was appointed its Director of Social Services in 1970, retiring in 1974. There was a substantial problem with child abuse in the Oxford area, which was concealed by the Oxford City Council’s Social Services, including by Oxford social worker Barbara Kahan and Barbara’s husband, child psychiatrist Dr Vladimir Kahan. Barbara Kahan became a social work adviser on children in care to Sir Keith Joseph in Ted Heath’s Gov’t and remained on hand to advise Gov’t and organisations concerned with the welfare of children throughout the 1980s. See post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’.

Lucy Faithfull knew Barbara Kahan as well as Lord Longford, Longford being someone who spent decades colluding with the serious abuse of children, prisoners and psych patients (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’).

It was Thatch who offered Lucy Faithfull a seat in the Lords – Faithfull was a Tory, although when she was offered her peerage, people claimed not to know that. Faithfull refused but soon gave in and accepted a peerage when Thatch asked her again. Faithfull was the first social worker to sit in the Lords, so she had obviously been very useful to someone. In the Lords, Faithfull was instrumental in the passing of the Children Act 1989, which seems to have done as little for vulnerable children as every other bit of legislation alleged to ‘protect’ them has. Faithfull helped to establish and from 1995 Chaired the All Party Parliamentary Group for Children, which has acted as a magnet for the paedophiles’ friends in Parliament.

Lucy Faithfull was a ‘vociferous opponent’ of Home Secretary Michael Howard’s Criminal Justice and Public Order Bill of 1994 which proposed the establishment of secure ‘training centres’ in the grounds of adult prisons for children aged between 12 and 14, arguing that locking up children is ineffective and that the huge cost of these could be better spent intervening with families at an earlier stage. Faithfull remained silent about Michael Howard’s ruination of Mary Wynch which had occurred the year previously but became known to Parliament in 1994 (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Faithfull did of course keep schtum throughout all those investigations and inquiries during the 1980s and 90s into the abuse of children in care as well.

Faithfull was Trustee of a number of voluntary organisations, notably the Caldecott Community and Bessels Leigh Schools. She was involved with the NSPCC, was the Vice-President of the National Association of Voluntary Hostels from 1978 and of Barnardo’s from 1989. Barnardo’s was yet another organisation which colluded with the abuse and trafficking of children in its care. Rhodri Morgan’s widow Julie is the former Assistant Director of Barnardo’s. Julie and Rhodri kept quiet about organised child abuse throughout their careers and were pals with Jim Callaghan, who along with his wife Audrey also concealed child abuse, Audrey having done so when she served on the London County Council (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).

Faithfull was one of the founders and President of the NCB (National Children’s Bureau), with which Barbara Kahan and the paedophile social work academic Peter Righton were also involved.

In 1993 Faithfull founded the Lucy Faithfull Foundation, which works ‘as a child protection agency helping sexually abused children and their families’. The Lucy Faithfull Foundation has received much good PR as being ‘the only organisation which works with paedophiles who want to change their behaviour’. Interestingly enough, the Lucy Faithfull Foundation does no such thing. Two of my friends were supporting a man who had served a prison sentence for the possession of child porn who was genuinely keen to change his behaviour, after receiving no ‘therapy’ in prison, although that prison told the world that it did provide therapy for sex offenders. My friends contacted the Lucy Faithfull Foundation, only to be told that they did not offer any sort of counselling or therapy for offenders and could not recommend anyone who did. However the Foundation did subsequently recommend that my friends should purchase two self-help manuals on porn addiction – which wasn’t actually the problem of the man whom they were supporting. By this time he was back in prison for breaching his parole conditions. So my friends asked me if I would take the books into him because he did want to read them and the Governor of the prison had given permission for him to read the books in the prison library. I took the books in, only to be told by the prison officers in reception that I was not allowed to give him the books, even if the Governor had given permission and anyway they knew nuzzing. So I visited the man without the books. As far as I know Stafford Prison still has the books. Stafford Prison advertises itself as a prison for sex offenders which helps them address their offending behaviour etc, but then the Lucy Faithful Foundation tells the world that it offers help to sex offenders.

Lucy Faithfull of Tall Stories died unmarried in London in 1996, so didn’t live long enough to participate in the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Baroness Lucy Faithfull knew Baroness Beatrice Serota. Beatrice Serota was brought up in the East End of London, the daughter of Jewish refugees from central Europe. She was educated at John Howard School and at the LSE. Serota joined the Civil Service in 1941 and worked in the crucial Ministry of Fuel and Power throughout WWII until 1946.

Serota became a member of the Hampstead Borough Council immediately after WWII and subsequently served successively on the London County Council as the member for Brixton and the GLC as the member for Lambeth. Investigations into the paedophile ring in Lambeth which during the 1970s, 80s and 90s was linked to Dafydd’s gang revealed that organised abuse in Lambeth reached back as far as the 1940s.

Serota chaired the LCC children’s committee for seven years and was a member of the Central Training Council for Child Care for at least nine years. The LCC concealed child abuse. Serota became a Chief Whip when she was on the GLC. Serota was Vice-Chair of ILEA, 1964-67. Members of ILEA colluded with organised child abuse for years, even before it became notorious as a bastion of the ‘loony left’ in the 1970s.

It was Serota’s ‘distinguished career in local government and the work that she did for children’ which in 1967 brought her a seat in the Lords as a ‘recognised authority on the subject’. Just like Lucy Faithfull!

Harold Wilson appointed Baroness Serota as a Gov’t Whip almost immediately that she was through the door of the Lords and then proposed her for the post of Deputy to Richard Crossman, having refused to promote Fattersley, whom Wilson suspected of disloyalty. Thus Serota was Crossman’s Minister of State, first at the Department of Health in 1968 and then in the combined DHSS the following year. Serota knew what Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist were getting up to in north Wales in those days and she’ll have known that huge swathes of the rest of the mental health system, including the ‘flagship’ that was the Maudsley, were facilitating the abuse of vulnerable people (see posts ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ and ‘The Mentor’).

Serota’s obituary in ‘The Guardian’ commented that her time as Deputy to Dick Crossman ‘proved to be her only period of office as a government minister and yet she spent a lifetime in politics’ and that ‘Until the end of her life she was devoted to the London suburb of Hampstead, where she lived as an adult and cut her political teeth as a young married woman’. Hampstead housed numerous Top Doctors and members of the political class who were, like Serota, keeping a lid on the organised abuse of children and vulnerable people. ‘The Guardian’ tells us that Serota ‘was widely respected and liked in the Lords as a capable and competent person. She was conscientious, she got on with things and yet, as Dick Crossman identified early on in her political career, she was not going to challenge others because of personal ambition. She perhaps lacked decisiveness, that was what he thought. But this did not prevent her from having a very busy life, involving many decisions about the lives of others.’

What a bloody nightmare – an interfering old bag of a useful idiot who wielded power over The Poor while she lived among the best in Hampsty and looked after their interests.

 

Hansard, March 1969, records an account of the Lords discussion regarding the Report of the Committee of Inquiry into the Ely Hospital, Cardiff. The Committee of Inquiry was set up in 1967 by the Welsh Hospital Board at the request of Sir Kenneth Robinson, the then Minister of Health and one of the bestest friends that Dafydd and the paedophiles have ever had (see previous posts), to investigate allegations of severe ill-treatment of patients. The Committee was Chaired by one Geoffrey Howe QC. The Ely Hospital Scandal resulted from a whistleblowing nursing assistant who was discredited and smeared in every way possible, although his allegations that patients were being appallingly abused were found to be true. In its defence, Ely Hospital maintained that matters on their patch weren’t as bad as at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. There was no investigation into Denbigh despite this line of defence being used by Ely.

Serota made a statement to the Lords about the Committee of Inquiry into Ely in her capacity as the Minister of State for the DHSS. Even old Howe, who before being elected to the Commons had worked as a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and had been a close friend of Ronald Waterhouse since they were both at university, had to admit that things at Ely were very, very bad, what with staff grossly abusing their positions, stealing from the hospital and ill-treating patients.

By the time that Howe Chaired that Inquiry, he had been the Tory MP for Bebington on the Wirral, 1964-66, so will have known that the empire of Dafydd et al reached as far as there. Howe was to spend many more years in the Commons and then in the Lords colluding with Dafydd et al and I do wonder if Howe may have had a role in the destruction of F, the north Wales mental health patient who had witnessed very serious crime on the part of professional people, both where he grew up in Surrey – Howe was an MP for a Surrey constituency from 1970-92 – and later when F moved to Bethesda (see previous posts).

Serota fessed up that Howe’s Report on Ely made it clear that ‘Responsibility for serious deficiencies in standards of medical and nursing services and of administration is attributed to the senior staff of the hospital, to the Hospital Management Committee and to the Welsh Hospital Board. The Committee also criticises the present procedures for dealing with complaints in the hospital service as a whole.

‘We didn’t know’.

The poor old Lords was deeply shocked by Howe’s Report and there was a great deal of ‘never againing’, while stressing that it was only CERTAIN WARDS of Ely Hospital which had been roundly condemned and many comments about the need to think long and hard about this Report before anyone made any rash comments or decisions. Many of the Lords reassured themselves that Ely was an isolated case. Within just a few years it became clear that virtually every long-stay hospital had problems as bad as Ely, if not worse.

Lord Brooke of Cumnor told the Lords that ‘most of us would agree with what the noble Baroness said about not generalising from this lamentable case, but, instead, extending our support and appreciation to the devoted staff who work in many other long-stay hospitals—sometimes, I am sorry to say, under almost soul-destroying conditions. As to what is wrong, the responsibility of Ministers is involved, as well as of Regional Hospital Boards and hospital management committees. Do the Government recognise that the whole of the hospital service is critically short of money and that, while hospitals for the mentally subnormal are in the greatest need of all if they are to satisfy modern requirements, their needs cannot be rightly made good by simply twisting more tightly still the financial screw on other hospitals?’

Thank God that the staff of Ely weren’t a bunch of violent psychopaths, they were simply working in soul-destroying conditions with not enough dosh. As indeed the Angels have been on every occasion on which they have been caught red-handed battering the living daylights out of the vulnerable or helping themselves to NHS funds.

Lord Brooke of Cumnore was Henry Brooke, who survived Harold Macmillan’s Night of the Long Knives to become Home Secretary, 1962-64. Brooke is considered by some to have been one of the worst Home Secretary’s of the 20th century. Before entering Parliament, Henry Brooke worked in the Conservative Research Dept under the Chairmanship of Neville Chamberlain. Brooke was the Tory MP for Lewisham West, 1938-45, then served on the London County Council, 1946-51, for much of that time as Leader of the Conservatives on the LCC. Brooke also served on Hampstead Borough Council until 1955. Brooke returned to Parliament in 1950, serving in various roles including as Minister for Welsh Affairs in Macmillan’s Gov’t.

It was Brooke who, as Minister for Welsh Affairs, caused fury throughout north Wales through his crucial support of Liverpool Council’s bid to secure Westminster’s approval of an Act of Parliament to flood Cwm Tryweryn in Meirionydd to build a reservoir to provide water for Liverpool – drowning the village of Capel Celyn in the process – and thus by-passing Welsh local authority opposition to the scheme. However, largely in response to the protests over Tryweryn, Brooke subsequently attracted investment to Wales, including such projects as the Severn Bridge, the steelworks at Llanwern and the Heads of the Valleys Road. I note that the beneficiaries of Brooke’s investment which resulted from the fury over Tryweryn though were those in south Wales. North Wales lost a Welsh-speaking village and a valley and everyone was told to stop bellyaching because the scousers needed water.

Dafydd built up much of his power-base among Plaid supporters as a result of Tryweryn. Dafydd was still a medical student at Liverpool University when the anti-Tryweryn activism was happening and Dafydd travelled to Ireland in order to learn techniques at the knee of Irish republican activists (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’) So after convincing Welsh activists that he was Of Them and would even resort to violent activity to defend Language and Nation, Dafydd busied himself cultivating the company of the corrupt professional classes of Liverpool who’s co-operation he would soon put to good use in building up a trafficking ring to supply celebs and politicians of all colours with young people for sex, as Henry Brooke, Baroness Serota et al knew by the time that they were spouting off in the Lords about the caring Angels of Ely Hospital.

Henry Brooke was given a peerage in 1966. He married Barbara Brooke, who was the daughter of a Welsh Minister and was given a peerage in her own right after her loyal service concealing the crimes of Dafydd and other Top Docs. Barbara Brooke was a member of Hampstead Council, a seat she held between 1948 until 1965; she also was a Joint Vice-Chairman of the Conservative Party, 1954-64. Barbara was active in a number of health organisations in her lifetime, including being a member of the North West Metropolitan Regional Hospital Board from 1954–66; Chair of The Queen’s Institute of District Nursing from 1961–71; and the North London Hospital Management Committee from 1963-66.

Baroness Brooke was really impressed with the Seebohm Report (see post ‘The Great Stink’) and I think that she might have been a member of the Seebohm Committee. Seebohm’s recommendations that new personal Social Services Depts should be established within local gov’t and take over children’s services, as well as the care of the mentally ill and handicapped, were despised by Dick Crossman but nonetheless accepted and were put into action from 1971 onward, by which time Ted Heath was PM. Barbara stated that ‘What the Seebohm Committee wants is a family service geared to meeting as many as possible of the needs of the family’. It was the Seebohm Report which led to the dysfunctional Social Services Depts which were run and colonised by paedophiles who then used the role of those Depts as a ‘family service’ to destroy the families of their victims if they complained about what was happening to their kids.

Here’s Babs, ready to dispense advice to the lower orders:

Barbara was both a Dame and a Baroness.

Henry and Babs Brooke had four children:

Peter Brooke was the Tory MP for the Cities of London and Westminster, 1977-2001. Peter Brooke was, among other things, the Chairman of the Tory Party, 1987-89 and Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1989-92. Guess who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al when Dafydd was in middle age, as well as the Kincora Boys’ Home elite paedophile ring? Brooke was rewarded with a peerage in 2001, when the outrage over the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Report had died down a bit.

Henry Brooke was a judge and Lord Justice of Appeal.

Honor Brooke, who married Dr Thomas Nigel Miller

Margaret Brooke, who married Dr James Pulfer.

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

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For more info on the Seebohm Committee and the Brooke clan, see post ‘The Great Stink’.

 

During the Lords debate regarding Ely Hospital, Lord Amulree stated that ‘I should like to associate myself with what the noble Lord, Lord Brooke, said about the staff of these hospitals. Like him, I have had considerable experience of the conditions under which they work and of the marvellous work they manage to do under those deplorable conditions. One wants to pay the biggest tribute one can to the devotion to duty which they show…The first comment I would make (possibly it is unwise, but I should like to make it) is that it is the attitude of the senior staff that really lays down the attitude in the whole hospital, from the senior doctor down to the junior member of the ward staff. I am pleased to see that the Minister is to consider some way of changing the form of complaint, and possibly to introduce some form of inspection—I do not mean that in a pejorative way at all, but in a general, friendly and hopeful kind of way…’

Lord Amulree need never have worried about an inspection system which would be in any way ‘pejorative’, that will absolutely never happen. No matter how serious the crimes of Top Doctors and Angels and how many people they kill, all they ever get is indeed a few words ‘in a general, friendly and hopeful kind of way…’

That’s why there are bodies buried out at Denbigh which no-one will recover…

Lord Amulree was of course a Top Doctor, Basil Mackenzie, the 2nd Baron Amulree. Furthermore Lord Dr Baz was a ‘leading advocate of geriatric medicine’ and it was the EMI patients in Ely Hospital who were being abused, so it really should have been Lord Dr Baz who was most condemning rather than wanting a few friendly hopeful words to be had with the patient bashers.

Amulree was born in South Kensington and was educated at Lancing College and Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge. Upon graduating Amulree joined the Ministry of Health, initially working on the delivery of cancer services, but left in 1949 to become physician in charge of the geriatric department at UCH. He was Governor and President of a number of organisations including the British Geriatrics Society, the Society for the Study of Medical Ethics and the Association of Occupational Therapists.

Amulree succeeded his father in the barony in 1942. He was a Liberal Peer and Whip between 1955 and 1977  and spoke in the Lords on a variety of issues in relation to the care of the elderly. Lord Amulree died in December 1983, aged 83, unmarried. The barony became extinct on his death. According to the writer and friend of Pablo Picasso, James Lord, around 1948 Amulree was having an affair with the art historian Douglas Cooper; when they parted, Cooper settled with art historian John Richardson.  

Douglas Cooper was not eligible for regular military service due to an eye injury, so he chose to join a medical unit in Paris when WWII started, commanded by the art patron Etienne de Beaumont. Cooper received a French Medaille Militaire as a result. Back in Liverpool Cooper was arrested as a spy because of his French uniform, missing papers and improper behaviour. Subsequently, he joined the RAF Intelligence unit and was sent to Cairo as an interrogator, a job at which he was enormously successful in squeezing out secrets from even hard-boiled prisoners, not least due to his “‘evil queen’ ferocity, penetrating intelligence, and refusal to take no for an answer, as well as his ability to storm, rant, and browbeat in Hochdeutsch, dialect or argot, [which] were just the qualifications that his new job required.” Cooper enjoyed the ‘social life’ there greatly.

After a short interlude in Malta – which was the location for a number of those who have been named as people in high places involved with child abuse or facilitating that abuse including Lord Mountbatten and Sir Alec Bingley (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’) – Cooper was assigned to a unit investigating Nazi looted art. Cooper’s detailed research on the Swiss art trade during the war revealed that many dealers and collectors had been involved in trading looted art. Cooper spent the whole month of February 1945 interrogating dealers and collectors having dealt with the Nazis, especially Theodor Fischer of the Fischer Gallery who in 1939 managed the sale of confiscated ‘degenerate artworks’. 

Cooper was particularly proud to have found and arrested Charles Montag, one of Hitler’s art advisers, who had assembled a private art collection of mostly stolen items for the Fuhrer and was involved in the liquidation of the Paris gallery Bernheim-Jeune; surprisingly, Montag was quickly released. Cooper arrested him again immediately, only to see him set free once again, due to Montag’s good connections to Winston Churchill, who refused to believe that his longtime friend and teacher ‘good old Montag’ could have done anything objectionable. After WWII, Cooper returned to England and then moved to southern France, where in 1950 he bought the Château de Castille near Avignon, a suitable place to show his impressive art collection. Chateau de Castille was nearly as good as Bluglass’s art gallery, Compton Verney.

Entrance colonnade at the Chateau de Castille, Argilliers:

Picasso was a regular guest at Cooper’s home and became a substantial part of life there. Cooper became a substantial promoter of Picasso. In 1950 Cooper became acquainted with art historian John Richardson shared his life with him until in 1960 Richardson left Cooper and moved to New York City.

Douglas Cooper was Slade Professor of Fine Art at Oxford, 1957-58 and guest Professor at Bryn Mawr and Courthauld Institute in 1961. He is an important figure among art experts of the 20th century although he was controversial, standing accused not only of plagiarism and inaccuracies in his works, but also of ‘flexible ethics’ and ‘cultivating quarrels as much as friends’. In the 1950s, Cooper attacked the Tate Gallery Director John Rothenstein, mostly for not supporting Modern Art, trying to get him dismissed. He even managed to anger Picasso so much that he excluded him from his circle and surroundings after he pressed Picasso around 1970 to legalize his children.

In 1961, Cooper was found on a road outside Nimes, heavily injured by stab wounds in the stomach. On his way to the post office in Nîmes to send an article about Picasso’s birthday to a London newspaper, he had stopped at a notorious quarter and picked up a young Algerian resistance fighter against the French occupation forces who had been interned in an open camp nearby. They drove to a lonely area, where according to Cooper, the boy drew a knife and required Cooper’s money or his life. Cooper was stabbed several times, pushed his intestines back in and dragged himself towards the city. Cooper’s training as a medic proved very useful; against all odds, his cries for help in that lonely area were finally heard, so he could be saved, although he had lost much blood and his intestines were heavily damaged. When the culprit was arrested he claimed to have been resisting a sexual assault.

In 1974, about 20 small paintings were stolen from Cooper’s house; Cooper dismissed his old housekeeper and in consequence lost all respect from the neighbours. Afterwards, he relocated to Monte Carlo, mainly for safety reasons, where he led a rather secluded life. Both incidents were reported by major English and French newspapers.

Cooper died on 1 April 1984 – Fools’ Day. He left his art collection to his adopted son William McCarty Cooper, having adopted him according to French law, in order that nobody else would inherit anything, in particular not his family. His written legacy is kept at the Getty Research Institute, Los Angeles, CA.

Cooper’s partner Sir John Patrick Richardson ran Christie’s US office for nine years after he left Cooper and France and was in 1995 appointed Slade Professor of Fine Art at Oxford University. When he was young Richardson became a friend of Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud. Among Richardson’s books were The Sorcerer’s Apprentice Picasso, Provence and Douglas Cooper (1999) and Sacred Monsters, Sacred Masters: Beaton, Capote, Dalí, Picasso, Freud, Warhol, and More (2001).

The art historian Sir Anthony Blunt lectured at the Courthauld Institute from 1933 and was Director, 1947-74. For 27 years from 1945 Blunt was Surveyor of the King’s Pictures and later, after the death of King George VI, the Queen’s Pictures, in charge of the Royal Collection, one of the largest and richest collections of art in the world. Blunt’s contribution was vital in the expansion of the Queen’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace, which opened in 1962. Blunt was also the National Trust’s picture adviser. Notable students who were influenced by Blunt include Nicholas Serota, Baroness Serota’s son.

Blunt was a third cousin of the Queen Mum, Gawd Bless ‘Er. On occasions, Blunt and his two brothers, Christopher and Wilfrid, took afternoon tea at the Bowes-Lyons’ London home at 17 Bruton Street, Mayfair, the birthplace of Lilibet.

At Cambridge, Blunt was a member of the Cambridge Apostles. In 1940, when serving with British Army Intelligence Corps, Blunt was recruited by MI5 and was later outed as a double agent working for the KGB. It is acknowledged that some people knew that Blunt was a double agent years before he was publicly named. In 1948, demobilised army officer Philip Hay attended an interview at Buckingham Palace for the post of Private Secretary to the Dowager Duchess of Kent. After passing Blunt in a corridor, Sir Alan Lascelles, the King’s Private Secretary, told Hay: ‘That’s our Russian spy’. The KGB suspected Blunt of being a triple agent.

With the defection of Burgess and Maclean to Moscow in May 1951, Blunt came under suspicion. He and Burgess had been friends since Cambridge. Blunt was interrogated by MI5 in 1952, but gave away little, if anything. Blunt was greatly distressed by Burgess’s flight and, on 28 May 1951, confided in his friend Goronwy Rees, who had briefly supplied the Soviets with political information in 1938–39. Goronwy Rees was appointed Principal of Aberystwyth University in 1953, when it was choc full of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

In 1963, MI5 learned of Blunt’s espionage from an American, Michael Straight, whom he had recruited. Blunt confessed to MI5 on 23 April 1964, and Lilibet was informed shortly thereafter. Blunt also gave up John Cairncross, Peter Ashby, Brian Symon and Leonard Henry (Leo) Long as spies. Long had also been a member of the Communist Party and an undergraduate at Trinity College, Cambridge. During WWII he served in MI14 military intelligence in the War Office, with responsibility for assessing German offensive plans. Long passed analyses, but not original material, relating to the Eastern Front, to Blunt.

In return for Blunt’s full confession, the British Gov’t agreed to keep his spying career an official secret for fifteen years and granted him full immunity from prosecution. According to the memoir of MI5 officer Peter Wright, Wright had regular interviews with Blunt from 1964 onward for six years. Prior to that, he had a briefing with Michael Adeane, the Queen’s Private Secretary, who told Wright: ‘From time to time you may find Blunt referring to an assignment he undertook on behalf of the Palace – a visit to Germany at the end of the war. Please do not pursue this matter. Strictly speaking, it is not relevant to considerations of national security.’

Blunt’s life was little affected. In 1966, two years after his secret confession, Noel Annan, then provost of King’s College, Cambridge, held a dinner party for Labour Home Secretary Woy, Ann Fleming, widow of author Ian Fleming and Victor Rothschild and his wife Tess. The Rothschilds brought their friend and lodger – Blunt. All had had wartime connections with British Intelligence; Woy at Bletchley Park.

Nerdy readers of this blog will recognise the names of Adeane, Noel Annan, Woy and Ian Fleming as having featured in previous posts and being among those who knew about the activities of Sir Peter Morrison and Dafydd and the paedophiles.

On 15 Nov 1979 in the Commons, Thatch revealed Blunt’s wartime role and then in more detail on 21 November. Sir Bernard Ingham, Thatcher’s Press Secretary, suggested, ‘I believe she did it because she didn’t see why the system should cover things up. This was early in her prime ministership. I think she wanted to tell the civil service that the politicians decide policy, not the system. She wanted them to know who was boss’.

Thatch was of course at that time covering up Peter Morrison, Dafydd and the rest of them as well as their very serious crimes and continued covering it all up until the day that the old cow pegged out in the Ritz.

Thatch also covered up whatever was going on at the Kincora Boys’ Home in Belfast – the British state is still refusing to hold a full and open investigation into Kincora. What is known is that Kincora was used as the basis of a paedophile ring which supplied boys to the elite. Anthony Blunt and Mountbatten have been consistently named as two people who visited Kincora.

In a statement to the media on 20 November 1979, Blunt claimed the decision to grant him immunity from prosecution was taken by the then PM, Sir Alec Douglas-Home. 

Although Blunt was outwardly calm, the sudden exposure in 1979 shocked him. His former pupil, art critic Brian Sewell, said at the time, ‘He was so businesslike about it; he considered the implications for his knighthood and academic honours and what should be resigned and what retained. What he didn’t want was a great debate at his clubs, the Athenaeum and the Travellers. He was incredibly calm about it all.’ 

The Athenaeum is the club favoured by Top Doctors and academics. Jimmy Savile was a member, after being introduced to the club by Cardinal Basil Hume (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). It was over an informal meeting at the Atheneaum involving Savile, Alan Franey and some of Civil Service mandarins named earlier in this post that Savile was offered a senior role in the management of Broadmoor (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).

Lilibet stripped Blunt of his knighthood. Then a few years later she gave one to Peter Morrison. 

Lilibet, do you think that you may perhaps have made a few misjudgements regarding all this business involving gay spies, paedophiles and honours?

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones
MI5 – I do keep telling you, just recruit a load of service users. They will do a far better job than a bunch of greedy old paedophiles with Royal connections. Oh, I forgot – you’ve allowed the Top Docs to kill most of them.

 

During the Lords debate on Ely Hospital, Lord Segal admitted that ‘These conditions have been known to exist for quite a long time in the past, and have given rise to an enormous amount of uneasiness. Also, may I say how much the statement made by the Minister, that the Government intend to take drastic action in this matter, will be generally welcomed? May I stress also the urgency for some action to be taken to remedy the appalling conditions which she has described? In this connection I would emphasise the need for a special training for nurses who are on the staff of these institutions. Special recognition should be given to the difficult conditions under which they work, and, particularly, some adjustment should be made in the matter of their pay in order to recruit the proper type of nurse for these institutions. Furthermore, may I say how important it is that some proper channel should exist for the laying of complaints, when such complaints are known to exist, to see that they are not brushed aside in the future as they have been, most unfortunately, in the past?’

So not only did Lord Segal know what was going on in such institutions but he also knew that complaints were being ignored and that the ‘training’ of the Angels was crap.

Dafydd et al in north Wales stressed constantly the ‘expertise’ of the Top Doctors and the ‘trained nurses’. There were some nurses at Denbigh who definitely would have been capable of doing a good job in the right situation and one or two of them were actually very nice, it was the Top Docs who were very obviously the biggest problem. However there were a few Angels – the ones in senior positions – who lied, including on oath and abused their positions as well as the patients. A small number of Angels were uneducated, thick and crude and very obviously inhabited a base, brutal world. The conversations between them would have horrified members of the Lords – crude sexual comments about the rest of the world and the people whom they were paid to care for and a social life which involved drinking vast amounts and not much else. The biggest laugh was that they too were convinced that they’d been ‘trained’ and would brag about their proud ‘training’ at every possibility. It didn’t register with them that a small number of their patients had postgrad qualifications because most of them weren’t interested enough in the patients to even think about that – but if it did sink in they would feel incredibly threatened by a well-educated patient. The liberal elite those Angels were not.

Lord Samuel Segal was another Top Doc and a remarkably honest one, but it would seem only during this Lords debate. Samuel Segal was born in Oxford in 1902 to a scholarly Jewish household and moved to Newcastle-upon-Tyne in 1909 with his family. He was educated at the Royal Grammar School, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Jesus College, Oxford and Westminster Hospital. He was a casualty Surgeon at Westminster Hospital then a Senior Clinical Assistant at Great Ormond Street Hospital and he served on several London County Council Hospital Committees.

Following the start of WWII, Segal joined RAFVR Medical Branch in October 1939. He served in Aden in 1940, Western Desert in 1941, Syrian Campaign in 1941. Segal was attached to the Greek Air Force, 1941; Squadron Leader, 1942; Senior Medical Officer RAF Naval Co-operation Group in Mediterranean, 1942. He was on the Headquarters Staff Middle East, 1943–44 and the Air Ministry Medical Staff, 1944-45.

Segal was a regional medical officer for the Ministry of Health, 1951-62.

At the 1945 General Election, Segal was elected as the Labour MP for Preston. He advised Nye Bevan on the attitudes of Top Doctors to the creation of the NHS in 1948. The Top Doctors were of course nearly all totally opposed to the creation of the NHS and Bevan famously was only able to overcome their resistance by stuffing their mouths with gold (see post ‘The History, Boys…’). What is less well-publicised is the shocking medical misconduct that would also be ignored as part of the deal…

Samuel Segal spoke against Gov’t policy in Palestine and in favour of the creation of Israel. The Preston constituency was abolished for the 1950 General Election and Segal stood for the new Preston North seat, but lost by 938 votes to the Conservative candidate, Julian Amery.

On 18 December 1964, Segal was created a life peer. In the Lords, he was Deputy Speaker and Deputy Chairman of Committees from 1973-82.

Lord Segal was Chairman of the British Association for the Retarded, the National Society for Mentally Handicapped Children (now Mencap). The mentally handicapped residents of Bryn-y-Neuadd, the long-stay hospital in Llanfairfechan were described to me as ‘vegetables’ by one of the senior managers of Bryn-y-Neuadd who was on the interview panel to appoint an advocate for the vegetables. The vegetables at Bryn-y-Neuadd were helped to explore their ‘sexual needs’ by Ann Craft, who also ‘supported them’ in their sexual relationships. Anne later bagged a senior job at Nottingham University and became a recognised authority on Empowering The Vegetables.

Ann Craft was married to Top Doctor Michael Craft. The Crafts conducted research with Dafydd and discovered during that research that there was a very high rate of incest among the forebears of the vegetables. See post ‘The Old Devils’. Many of the vegetables in Bryn-y-Neuadd had trouble communicating – the place had such a dreadful reputation that most people who had a vegetable preferred to grow them at home rather than hand them over to the Angels of Bryn-y-Neuadd, so it tended to be the most severely disabled vegetables who ended up there – so how the Crafts and Dafydd discovered the sexual habits of the vegetables’ ancestors I’d be interested to know. I haven’t been able to find any published outputs regarding the gardening that was undertaken by Dafydd and the Crafts, I suspect that there was none.

However, a helpful reader has sent me extracts from a 1965 book by Dr Michael Craft, entitled ‘Ten Studies Into Psychopathic Personality’. Most of the studies of the psychopaths simply describe people who when young children were kept in the hen house or in the attic or who had severely distressed parents who couldn’t look after them and shut them in rooms and didn’t talk to them etc. These abused and neglected kids had been labelled psychopaths by the age of 10 and had then been handed over to the likes of Dafydd et al. Craft’s masterpiece was subtitled ‘A Report to the Home Office and the Mental Health Research Fund’. So Craft’s idiocy was probably commissioned by the Home Office when Lord of the Rings Henry Brooke was Home Secretary. The Home Secretary who accepted Dr Craft’s pearls and presumably used them to formulate policy was one Woy Jenkins, who did a great many favours for Dafydd and the paedophiles, as did Woy’s fellow travellers Dr Death, Shirl and Bill Rodgers (see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’).

One chapter in Craft’s book is entitled ‘The Case of Gwyn’. Should that not have been ‘The Case Of Gwynne’? Even Michael Craft could not have got to the bottom (so to speak) of The Case Of Dafydd, that would be a source of even more debate and contestation than Freud’s Case Of Dora.

Tony Francis had a secretary called Dora Carter who made false allegations about Brown to the police and tried to have him arrested, but that’s another story…

I warned you Top Docs, I have lots more documents that have not yet received a mention on this blog.

For further details regarding Michael and Ann Craft and their pioneering efforts to sexually liberate those incarcerated by a gang of sex offenders in north Wales, see post ‘The Old Devils’.

 

Lord Segal was also the Chairman of the Anglo-Irish Association and the Anglo-Israel Archeological Association. He was a governor of the now closed Jewish boarding school Carmel College and life governor of Manchester College.

Lord Segal died in 1985. His legacy lives on… As do his offspring…

 

Baroness Summerskill was rather braver than the other Lords. In the Ely Hospital debate she commented that ‘I am afraid I cannot agree with my noble friend when she suggests that we might receive this Report without comment. I believe that every time an inquiry of this kind is made it is much better for the helpless individuals in these institutions to have people in both Houses of Parliament who are prepared to ask questions again and again…some of us who have been in Parliament for many years have lived through this kind of moment, time after time. It is always suggested that we should read the Report and see what is in it. By the time we have read the Report other things are happening and people forget to ask questions at what I consider to be the relevant moment – now. What I want to ask my noble friend is this: is she aware that what she said just now applies to similar institutions throughout the country, in so far as the staff [whistleblowers] are intimidated? My noble friend said that two members of the staff were dismissed, or left, because they questioned the system: their questioning was unpopular, and therefore they were dismissed.’

Baroness Summerskill continued:

‘What I should like to know, in view of this Inquiry and of the Statement which has just been made, is what general inquiry is now going to be set afoot by her Department in order to see how far the conditions in this institution apply in others. Unless somebody from outside goes in, questions the management committees and generally makes a fuss, the conditions which she describes now and which have obviously been existing in this institution for years can go on in other institutions of which we have no knowledge. Therefore, my question to her is this- and I have faith in her Department, now that she is in this job, because she is a woman and has compassion. My noble friend at the back groans. I am afraid it is true that women have a little more compassion in these matters than, perhaps, some of the men. May I ask my noble friend whether she will see to it that her Department makes a general inquiry with regard to the administration of homes and institutions which are organised for the old and the sick? Because it is in these places that the patients are completely helpless.’

I cannot agree with Baroness Summerskill that women by their nature have more compassion in such matters than men. Institutions like Ely and Denbigh always employed a few women in senior positions simply in order to reassure everyone that abuse could not be taking place within because there was a woman in charge. Those women were every bit as callous and corrupt as their male colleagues and they knew damn well that their possession of ovaries was being ruthlessly used to give the stamp of approval to very troubled institutions doing terrible things. After all, Lucille Hughes was Director of Gwynedd Social Services…

Women who were not as callous or corrupt but who were simply overwhelmed by the absolute bastards who surrounded them would be wheeled out to meet visiting VIPs or the press to give a good impression. Sister Ella Fisk fulfilled this role at the Hergest Unit and an Angel called Ingrid did it in Bryn Golau Ward at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Ella was actually very nice and was ignored and trampled over by the most appalling people who were abusing patients, yet if a visiting Councillor or politician turned up to visit, it would be Ella who would be called upon to meet them, because everyone knew that some of the other staff would leave such a terrible impression. Furthermore Ella was the Angel who would be ORDERED by Dafydd, Tony Francis et al to report patients to the police and if necessary lie about the ‘danger’ that they presented when the Top Docs wanted to fit those patients up. Ella just did not have enough clout in that organisation to challenge the people traffickers with whom she worked. I also suspect that she was very frightened of them. She and her husband Clive both worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd, they’d have been finished if they had resisted. Clive was a senior technician at Ysbyty Gwynedd, he will have known that some of the equipment wasn’t working, yet patients would be hooked up to monitors etc and no-one would admit the real situation.

It was Ingrid who, after Dafydd ordered the Angels to take me to a railway station, put me on a train to London and told me that if I ever returned to north Wales again I would be arrested, was one of those who drove me to the station and put me on the train (see post ‘Rivers Of Blood’). There were other more junior Angels who came with us as well, but I cannot remember who they were. When I finally managed to get an investigation into my complaint about Dafydd et al – although it was simply one enormous cover-up conducted by Dafydd’s mates (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) – Ingrid was, I was told, one member of staff who refused to attend the hearing, although according to Bluglass, the ‘investigating panel’ were desperate to question her. But then they were all a bunch of liars running a trafficking gang so who knows what the truth was.

 

Baroness Edith Summerskill was a Top Doctor, writer, feminist and Labour politician. Edith Summerskill was educated at King’s College London and trained as a Top Doc at Charing Cross. Edith was a genuine pioneer, she was one of the first women to be admitted to medical school. She was one of the founders of the Socialist Health Association, she pressed for equal rights for women in the Home Guard and in 1938 she initiated the Married Women’s Association to promote equality in marriage and became its first President.

Summerskill entered politics at the age of 32 when she was asked to fight the Green Lanes ward in Harringay in the Middlesex County Council elections. She then served as a Councillor on Middlesex County Council, 1934-41. Edith became the Labour MP for Fulham West thanks to the working women’s vote. She caused some disquiet by taking the seat in her maiden name. When the Fulham West constituency was abolished for the 1955 General Election, she was returned to the Commons as MP for Warrington, a seat that she held until 1961.

Summerskill served in Attlee’s Labour Gov’t following the election victory in 1945, including in the Ministry of Social and National Insurance, heading the Dept although she was not a Cabinet Minister.

As well as her service in government, Summerskill also served on the Commons Political Honours Scrutiny Committee, 1967 -76.

Summerskill was a member of the Labour Party’s NEC, 1944-58 and served as Chair of the Labour Party 1954-55. She left the Commons in 1961 and was given a peerage.

Summerskill was a member of the Fabian Society in the 1940s and as an active feminist, she was instrumental in promoting women’s causes throughout that period, starting with the Clean Milk Act in 1949. Later, as the President of the Married Women’s Association, she campaigned in and outside of Parliament to assure the equal rights of housewives and of divorced women, which resulted in the Married Women’s Property Act in 1964 and the Matrimonial Homes Act in 1967.

I have a great deal more respect for the likes of Edith Summerskill than I do for people like Harriet because Edith Summerskill really did do many things that at the time were usually the preserve of men. However, Edith will have had feet of clay. Not only was there an absence of any sense on her part that she had achieved because she was from a privileged strata of society – she was the daughter of a Top Doctor and as a child accompanied him on his rounds and of course she married a Top Doctor – but she knew that some seriously grim things were happening to less privileged people, including at the hands of her and her colleagues, which she did not challenge. For most posh women of Edith’s generation, emancipation was about emancipating other posh women.

Edith was a real hero to many and I suspect that it was partly because when she was younger she looked absolutely wonderful. When compared to the gross old paedophiles who cluttered up Parliament at the time, Edith must have seemed a pretty good advert.

Like Vera Brittain, Edith was a true shatterer of glass ceilings who had a mediocre daughter who cashed in on her mum and gave the old paedophiles of Parliament a great deal of assistance. The mediocre daughters even both had the same name. Edith’s notions that women were not simply equal to men but actually superior in every way were famously published as the 1957 volume ‘Letters To My Daughter’. I do wonder whether Edith had to revise her ideas on natural female superiority when she later took a long hard look at the daughter to whom those letters were written.

Edith’s daughter Shirley Summerskill was also a Labour politician who made much of being a female Top Doctor at a time when that was rather more unusual than it is today, although not the flying pig phenomenon that it was when her mum qualified. Shirley inherited the gene for becoming a big name in the Labour Party and the gene for being a Woman Top Doctor from her mum. Shirley Summerskill was educated at St Paul’s School, Somerville College, Oxford, as were many other female breakers of glass ceilings, including Thatch and of course the other delusional Shirley. Here she is, telling the rest of us what is best for us:

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Shirley Summerskill trained as a Top Doctor at the medical school for the poshest, Tommy’s, through who’s hands Dr Death also passed just a few years later. The Tommy’s which was facilitating abuse and employing Dafydd’s mates as well as the lethal William Sargant who’s experiments killed some patients, including during the years when Dr Death was working as his research registrar (see post ‘Dr Death’) and performing illegal abortions like there was no tomorrow if the patients had the dosh for the backhanders (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Tommy’s Top Doctors were pretty liberal with the prescription pad as well if one had the cash.

Summerskill was a member of the Executives of the Socialist Medical Association and the Medical Practitioners’ Union. By this time, both of these were organisations that attracted highly paid, privileged Top Docs who very often for reasons of their aspirations to become big names in the Labour Party pretended to Care About The Poor and thus were Committed To The NHS eg. Dr Brian Gibbons, Ed Miliband’s Uncle Harry, Dr John Dunwoody and Dr Julian Tudor Spart as well as many others who protected Dafydd who have featured on this blog.

One of the early members of the Socialist Medical Association (which later changed its name to the Socialist Health Association) along with Shirley Summerskill’s mum Edith was Sir Richard Doll. Doll famously demonstrated the link between smoking and lung cancer and is the biggest name in 20th century epidemiology.

However the glue which adheres the Top Doctors together really is most impressive. My post ‘They Think It’s All Over – It Is Now’ described a laughable piece of ‘cancer research’ conducted by the paedophiles’ friends of Ysbyty Gwynedd and Bangor University, which was published in 1990, when Dafydd and the gang were sending out distress signals like there was no tomorrow and were in need of good PR. The ground-breaking research received full media coverage on a world-wide scale, but just weeks later a retraction had to be issued when it was admitted that there were ‘flaws’ in the research. The flaws were enormous – the control sample had numbered three, one of the controls was not someone who was suffering from the type of cancer which was being studied anyway and a number of conclusions had been drawn which could not have been, even if there had been an appropriate control group. Sir Richard Doll had ‘advised’ on this research. Why Sir Richard Doll wasted his time and energy with this gang of fools who were wheeled out to save the bacon of Dafydd et al I don’t know. Not that publishing laughable ‘research’ which was discredited within weeks did the careers of the ‘researchers’ any harm. Two of the authors, Chris and Rhiannon Whitaker, – the statisticians who OK’d a control sample of three, one of whom was suffering with a different condition –  continued their careers as stats lecturers at Bangor University and Rhiannon ended up leading the North Wales Clinical Trials Unit…

Shirley Summerskill was elected as the Labour MP for Halifax in Jimmy Savile country in the 1964 General Election. After being a Labour Shadow Minister for Health, 1970-74, she served as a junior Minister in the Home Office throughout the 1974–79 Labour Gov’t, under two Home Secretaries, Woy and Merlyn Rees. During those years, the Labour Gov’t afforded full protection to Dafydd’s gang and to the molester George Thomas and ensured that Thomas’s friend and protector the bent lawyer and MP Leo Abse saw his baby the Children Act 1974 hit the statute books, thus ensuring that hundreds of children were removed from their families and sent to live with Dafydd’s gang as well as other linked gangs (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).

In 1980 Summerskill was interviewed by BBC’s ‘Panorama’ about Britain’s preparations for a nuclear attack. This was a woman who throughout her entire medical and political career was unable to say boo to a Dafydd and certainly not on ‘Panorama’, because Dafydd’s mate from Llangollen, Elwyn Parry Jones, was Deputy Editor of ‘Panorama’, 1977-85.Roger Waters | Music fanart | fanart.tv

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Sumerskill married lawyer and future Labour MP John Ryman in 1957; they divorced in 1971. I am very impressed with Shirley in that she married a fine example of a Cad. John Ryman QC was easily as good as the son of Lord Bellamy on ‘Upstairs Downstairs’ who made one of the servants pregnant.

Ryman was a barrister and an enthusiastic fox-hunter who was elected as Labour MP for Blyth, near Newcastle-upon-Tyne, in Oct 1974. In 1976 Ryman’s agent was fined £400 under the Representation of the People Act 1949 and the Perjury Act 1911 for falsifying his election expenses return and overspending, although the election result stood. In 1986, Ryman announced that he was leaving the Labour Party and sat as an Independent until he retired at the 1987 General Election.

On 23 April 1992 Ryman was convicted of defrauding two women of their life savings. He had pretended to be the Director of a Swiss Bank and told the women that they would get 22·5% interest, but in fact paid the money to his ex-wife for maintenance payments. Ryman was given a two and a half year jail sentence.

Ryman and Summerskill had married in 1957 but had divorced by the time he entered Parliament. He was married five times in all. He claimed to have invested some money belonging to his fifth wife Nicola, a wealthy widow, in a high-yield Swiss bank account but in fact squandered the money on a horse, Jaguar car and holidays on the Orient Express. He had previously narrowly escaped being prosecuted by the family of a mistress whose money he had also claimed to have invested in a Swiss account.

When I read about The Cad I presumed that Edith would have had to have revised her theories about women being more intelligent than men, what with her daughter having been taken in. But I suppose that The Cad would have confirmed Edith’s low opinion of those in possession of testicles – they’re hopeless.

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Not long after Dafydd did his best Rhett Butler bit, a Hergest patient told Dafydd that he was a ‘failure as a sex fiend’.

‘We didn’t know.’

The saddest element to the adventures of The Cad who married Shirley Summerskill was the means by which he was elected for Blythe in 1974. Blythe had previously been represented by Labour member Eddie Milne, since 1960. Eddie had succeeded the crooked old git Alfred – Lord – Robens, who became Chairman of NCB and was up to his eyes in it re the Aberfan Disaster in 1966. It was Robens who took the hit for Aberfan in order to get a great many other Good Labour Men off the hook, who were as much to blame (see post ‘Include Me Out’). Eddie Milne, a trade union official, was selected by the local constituency Labour Party to replace Robens, with the help of USDAW.

During his Parliamentary career, Milne became increasingly concerned about problems of endemic corruption within local government in the north east of England. The scale of these were eventually revealed in the Poulson Affair involving corruption and the leading Labour movement figure T. Dan Smith. Known as ‘a difficult man to get on with’ – perhaps because he wasn’t a crook like the rest of them? –  Milne’s problems were not restricted to his opponents in the local Labour Party; he twice unsuccessfully reported a local journalist, Jim Harland, to the Press Council over articles he had written.

By 1974 the breach between Milne and the local party was ‘irreparable’ and he was deselected on the eve of the Feb 1974 General Election. Milne had already made preparations for this eventuality and ran a campaign as an Independent Labour candidate. He overturned the Labour majority and defeated Ivor Richard, who had the official endorsement, by 6,140 votes. However, it was a short-lived victory, as Milne was narrowly defeated in the Oct 1974 General Election by The Cad by 78 votes. Milne’s supporters who won seats on the local authority had all been defeated by 1979; when Milne stood again in the 1979 General Election he did badly.

Milne wrote a book entitled No Shining Armour (1976) detailing his travails with the local party, and giving his view on the corruption scandals of the 1970s. It attracted 36 libel writs, and the costs and damages associated with it came close to bankrupting his publishers.

So the constituency of Blythe – now called Blythe Valley – gave an honest MP the boot and ended up with The Cad, who had previously been married to a woman who spent her career concealing a gang of paedophiles. Of course, one of the gangs of paedophiles which Shirley Summerskill concealed was the gang in the north east, which was closely associated with Dafydd et al in north Wales. The year before the year in which The Cad was elected for Blythe, Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth relocated from Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where children had been abused, to Bryn Estyn, where they really stoked up the gang run by Dafydd et al… The children’s homes of north Wales received hundreds of children in the care of local authorities in the north east of England. See previous posts.

The paedophile gang in the north east was linked to the local authority corruption involving Poulson et al (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’), but even Eddie Milne didn’t dare mention that.

The MP who succeeded The Cad for Blythe Valley was Labour’s Ronnie Cambell, who still holds the seat. I’ll be blogging about you soon Ronnie!

Shirley Summerskill’s nephew, Ben Summerskill, was Chief Executive of the UK gay equality charity Stonewall, 2003-2014. Stonewall gave the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board an award for being an LGBT-friendly employer some two years ago. Which left me quite surprised because I know one young gay man who did a placement when he was a student nurse at the Hergest Unit who dared raise concerns about the abuse of patients, only to find himself the subject of crude, homophobic bullying.

 

Lord Shackleton made a brief contribution to the Ely Hospital Lords debate, just to express the view that in discussing the Ely Report the House was becoming ‘seriously out of order’, because some members had been rather harsh with their words in response to the Report. Lord Edward Shackleton was the son of the Antarctic explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton.

Edward Shackleton arranged the 1932 Oxford University Exploration Club expedition to Sarawak in Borneo. During this trip he was the first to attain the peak of Mount Mulu. In 1934 Shackleton organised the Oxford University Ellesmere Land Expedition. Shackleton accompanied the party as the assistant surveyor. The expedition was eventually responsible for naming Mount Oxford (after the University of Oxford) and the British Empire Range. On leaving university, Shackleton worked for the BBC in N Ireland – an experience that turned him away from the Conservative Party towards Labour. 

In 1946, Shackleton was elected as Labour MP for Preston. A boundary change subsequently divided Preston into two seats and Shackleton was elected MP for Preston South on a much reduced majority. Shackleton served as PPS to the Lord President of the Council and Foreign Secretary in Attlee’s Gov’t, Mandy’s grandfather, Herbert Morrison. Shackleton was re-elected in 1951. One duty of the Lord President of the Council is to act as the visitor for the University of Wales.

In 1955, Shackleton was defeated and so Hugh Gaitskell recommended Shackleton to the PM and he was created a life peer. In Wilson’s Gov’t Shackleton served as Minister of Defence, 1964–67. He was sworn of the Privy Council in 1966 and made Deputy Leader of the House of Lords a year later. As Minister without Portfolio 1967–1968 and Paymaster General in 1968 Shackleton had a seat on the cabinet. During the Aden Crisis he was sent on a Special Mission as British Resident to help with the withdrawal.

Shackleton was Leader of the Lords, 1968–70, and subsequently sat as Opposition Leader in the Lords. He was used again on the Wilsonian reforms proposed for the Lords, liaising between committees and sub-committees, designed to reduce the Lords delaying powers from two years to just six months, but the PM dropped the bill in April 1969 to ‘concentrate on priorities.’ Sitting on the Committee for Civil Service Reform, Shackleton successfully widened access to entry for scientists.

From 1971, Shackleton was President of the Royal Geographical Society. From 1976 until 1992 he was Chairman of the joint-Political Honours and Scrutiny Committee. Lord Shackleton also wrote a Report, commissioned by James Callaghan, which described the economic future of the Falkland Islands, the value of the being British to the islanders and how their lot could be improved. It included the invaluable role eventually played by HMS Endurance.

Between 1988-89, Shackleton Chaired the Lords Science and Technology Committee, which culminated in 1989 when he was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society. He also served as Chairman of the East European Trade Council.

Lord Shackleton was Pro-Chancellor of the University of Southampton, an institution who’s medical school hosted a number of those who were providing a big umbrella for Dafydd et al (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’).

Shackleton acted also as Patron of the British Schools Exploring Society (B.S.E.S.) from 1962 until his death in 1994.

Edward Shackleton will have known Sir Charles Evans, Principal of UCNW, 1957-84 and probably other employees of UCNW as a result of Shackleton’s friendships with people involved in exploring, climbing and natural history. Charles Evans was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition and although his first career was as a neurosurgeon in Oxford and then Liverpool, Evans was far more interested in climbing (see previous posts). However, Evans’s status as a national hero after the successful Everest ascent – with members of the Everest team who worked for the security services – afforded Dafydd et al who were facilitating their trafficking ring through UCNW complete protection.

Sir Charles Evans – a fantastic mountaineer but a bloody dangerous Top Doctor and University Senior Manager:

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Lord Ogmore pointed out to the Lords that he was the only Welshman to speak on the matter of Ely, which primarily concerned Wales and remarked ‘may I ask the noble Baroness whether she is aware that this Report will be regarded with the utmost seriousness in Wales, and that Welsh people will want to know that there are no other institutions where the same conditions might already apply? May I also ask her whether, when her right honourable friend has discussed the whole question of Ely Hospital with the Chairman of the Hospital Board, a further report or statement will be made to Parliament, conveying to Members the results of that interview between the two gentlemen concerned?’

Of course there were other institutions in Wales in which conditions as bad as those in Ely prevailed – there was the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, which was far worse. Furthermore Bryn-y-Neuadd at Llanfairfechan and Whitchurch Hospital in Cardiff were pretty bad, as well as a few others… It really wasn’t any secret.

David Rees Rees-Williams, 1st Baron Ogmore was born in Bridgend and qualified as a solicitor in 1929. He served in the Welch Regiment and the Royal Artillery and ended WWII as a Lieutenant Colonel. Rees-Williams was elected Labour MP for Croydon South in 1945. In the Gov’t he was a Minister in the Colonial Office, travelling to East Asia to consider the movements towards independence. Rees-Williams’s seat was redistributed at the end of the Parliament and he narrowly lost the successor seat in 1950, so he received the standard booby prize of a life peerage. He served as Minister of Civil Aviation in 1951 and was made a Privy Councillor the same year. Lord Ogmore was President of the London Welsh Trust, which runs the London Welsh Centre, Gray’s Inn Road, 1955-59. The London Welsh Trust was a magnet for those colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Lord Ogmore joined the Liberal Party in 1959 and served as Liberal Party President, 1963–1964. Lord Ogmore was among those who ignored Jeremy Thorpe’s Ugandan activities. Lord Ogmore’s constituency was just down the road from Warlingham Park Hospital which had a dreadful reputation and was eventually subject to an Ely-like damning investigation which resulted in staff going to prison for very serious offences against patients. My post ‘A Trade In People – Between London And North Wales’ details the horrendous abuse and fleecing – by a group of crooked Top Docs and lawyers in London with links to colleagues in Bethesda – of a family who’s lives were destroyed by Warlingham Park Hospital after their mum died in suspicious circumstances when an in-patient there and were then sent to live in Bethesda by the crooks who shafted them.

Lord Ogmore was married to Alice Alexandra Constance Wills and had three children. His daughter, Elizabeth Rees-Williams, married the actors Richard Harris and Sir Rex Harrison, the businessman Peter Aitken, and more recently Jonathan Aitken, the former Tory MP and old flame of Carol Thatcher’s who later went to prison for perjury. Lord Ogmore’s grandsons are actors Jared Harris and Jamie Harris and Director Damian Harris.

Sir Rex Harrison starred in the award winning film ‘Dr Dolittle’. Two days a week, no on-call and retirement at 55 yrs old. Duw it’s hard.

 

Lord Silkin found himself in a particularly difficult position in the Lords: ‘before we discuss this matter further, we ought to read the Report. I should like to put a question to the noble Baroness, and I put it because I was for many years both chairman and a member of a number of hospital management committees; and it seems to me inconceivable that a hospital management committee should not have known of what had been going on apparently for a long time. Certainly I should like to think that it could not have happened in the case of the hospitals with which I was concerned; and if a management committee is doing its job properly, it ought not to have happened in this case. May I ask the noble Baroness whether, in the Report, there is any reference to the activities of the Hospital Management Committee?’

Bit close to home there Lord Silkin! Of course the Hospital Management Committee at Ely knew, it was they who ignored the complaints and got rid of the whistleblowers.

Lewis Silkin, 1st Baron Silkin worked as a solicitor (Lewis Silkin LLP, the London law firm where he practised, still bears his name), before becoming a member of the London County Council in 1925. He Chaired the LCC Town Planning and the Housing and Public Health Committees and was a member of the Central Housing Advisory Committee. Silkin was elected as MP Peckham in 1936. He was Minister of Town and Country Planning in Clement Attlee’s Gov’t, 1945-50.

Silkin was raised to the peerage in 1950. Of his three sons, his eldest, Arthur, a civil servant, disclaimed the peerage. The other two, Samuel and John, both became Labour MPs, members of the Privy Council and Gov’t Ministers. Samuel was MP for Dulwich, 1964-83 and Attorney General for England and Wales as well as N Ireland, 1974-79. You’ve guessed it, Samuel concealed the crimes of the Top Docs and the paedophiles along with everyone else. Being the principled man that he was, Samuel refused a knighthood as AG. He accepted a life peerage instead in 1985, just as the explosions began in north Wales…

Samuel’s son Christopher also disclaimed the hereditary peerage on the death of his uncle Arthur in 2001, the first time a peerage has been disclaimed twice.

John Silkin was Labour MP for Lewisham Deptford, 1963-87. He served in the RNVR, 1942-46, along with the other high profile paedophiles, paedophiles’ friends and spies (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). At one point John Silkin had hopes of becoming Leader of the Labour Party, but that went pear-shaped among all the internal scrapping. The talents of Footie and the Windbag shone through instead. Of course they did, Footie and the Windbag held seats in south Wales so they had all the best shit on George Thomas, the Silkin family only had superior gen on the kids from south London who were being abused and trafficked by Dafydd’s gang and his mates at the Maudsley. See previous posts for further information on the Silkin family.

Baroness Hylton-Foster was firmly on the side of the patient-batterers during the Lords debate: ‘My Lords, may I ask the noble Baroness whether Her Majesty’s Government do not think that this is the moment to recommend that nurses should be moved around more? Because even with special training it needs superhuman patience to cope with some of the patients with whom they have to deal.’

Those patients really were such absolute bastards. They insisted on standing in the way of the flying fists and kicking boots of the Angels, they grew hair which the Angels felt compelled to grab hold of to drag the patients along the corridor and in addition at Ely those patients tried the patience of the Angels so much that the Angels hosed them down with cold water, the Angels just could not take any more.

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A photo of caring hands even used to appear on the leaflet regarding the complaints procedure for NHS Wales. I was sent such a leaflet after I complained about being assaulted and injured by four Angels in the Hergest Unit, a complaint that was never ever investigated.

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To make things even harder for the long-suffering staff of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, the attractive younger patients possessed bodies that poor old Dafydd and a few others just couldn’t resist having sex with…

Baroness Hylton-Foster obviously wanted to move the Angels around so that the good practice could be shared, in the way that by the late 1970s, the paedophiles employed in children’s homes across the UK had all networked together and used to shuttle back and forth between different homes in different regions of the country, forming one big happy family.

Audrey Pellew Hylton-Foster, Baroness Hylton-Foster was the daughter of 1st Viscount Ruffside and Violet Cicely Kathleen Wollaston. She married Sir Harry Braustyn Hylton-Foster, who had started a distinguished career at the Bar, in 1931; they were not blessed with children.

Born in India, the Baroness was educated at St George’s, Ascot and Ivy House, Wimbledon. Both her father and husband served as Speaker of the Commons. Audrey Hylton-Foster first lived at Speaker’s House during her father’s time there, when she went to recover from measles. While she was convalescing she started working for the British Red Cross and this, apart from politics, became her life’s work.

During WWII Audrey was an Angel at St Luke’s Hospital, Chelsea. She cycled ‘thousands of miles’ around London on her Red Cross duties. In 1950 she became Director of the Chelsea division of the British Red Cross. She was at various times President, Chairman and Patron of the London branch. In late 1980 she was acting as consultant at the national HQ.

 

Audrey’s husband began his political career after World War II. By 1950 he was MP for York. He died in office in 1965, after which she was given a peerage. Despite Audrey’s prior objections to women politicians, she became an active member of the Lords and for many years served as Convenor of the Crossbench peers. Like others who have been of particularly valuable service to abusers in high places, Audrey was appointed a Dame in 1990, being only a Baroness not being sufficient thanks for her contribution. 

Audrey Hylton-Foster lived in a converted Coach House on Leith Hill in Surrey. Each year she opened her gardens to the public, in order to raise money for various charities. One year, with help from actress Virginia McKenna, a substantial amount was raised for the Born Free Foundation. Mandy Leigh, one of the most monstrous members of staff at St George’s Hospital Medical School – she who had sex with a Top Doctor in the lab and who participated in ‘research’ which involved decapitating marmosets for no good reason and who of course kept schtum about the serious wrongdoing and harm to patients – was a good friend of Virginia McKenna’s family.

One of Mandy’s many pearls of wisdom was that it was often necessary to lie to patients for their own good. Another pearl was that FGM was best done in Harley Street – Mandy told me this when a Top Doc at St George’s admitted that his mate in Harley Street was performing FGM and I reminded him that it had been illegal for years…

And if marmosets are to be decapitated it’s best done by Mandy Leigh at the London Zoo, after lies have been told to the media about the research having been stopped.

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Audrey’s Garden Open Day raised funds for a number of good causes including the British Red Cross, Cancer Research, local schools etc. Who knows, perhaps the Institute of Psychiatry benefited as well and funds were raised for a few more primates to be caged while not very useful experiments were carried out on their brains:Dementia’s Terrible Legacy For Her Kids | JenningsWire

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Audrey died in 2002, so she was around to help with the fall-out of the Waterhouse Report.

Of course, after the Ely Hospital Scandal, working parties were set up, along with a system of inspections, so that it could never happen again…

I know someone who was a student psych nurse at Ely Hospital at the time of the scandal. He confirmed that the abuse of patients there was terrible and that he was so outraged at seeing an Angel kicking an elderly man down the corridor that he punched the Angel in the face. When he was older this man qualified as a social worker and worked in north Wales, in the field of mental health. He was responsible for, among other things, sectioning people in Denbigh and training the social workers who later worked with the paedophile gang. He was working as a social work lecturer at Coleg Menai in Bangor at the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. On the day after publication this lecturer walked into his class and said ‘One thing that will not be discussed today and never will be discussed is the Waterhouse Report’.

‘We didn’t know.’

Oh yes you bloody well did and what’s more, that particular man knew about Robert Bluglass and his corruption as well because he discussed it with me. Geoff Lees later left his post at Coleg Menai and became the Director of Vale Of Clwyd MIND.

See my post ‘Social Work – Theory’ for details of the level of discussion and some of the comments made by the social work students in that class, nearly all of whom qualified and subsequently joined the paedophiles and their friends of north Wales…

 

 

Baroness Dame Serota married Stanley Serota, a civil engineer and they had two children. Her son Nicholas became Director of the Tate Gallery and her daughter Judith also pursued a career in the arts. When Nicholas Serota was Director of the Tate, Blair’s mate Richard Rogers was Chairman. Under Serota, the Tate expanded as a result of the conversion of the former Bankside Power Station into Tate Modern, for which the Tate was given £52 million towards. Nicholas I’ve been to the Tate Modern a few times and yes I did enjoy it, but I’m not sure that you should have been given £52 million for it. The current generation of the poor sods of the sort that your mother made a good living out of ignoring probably needed it more. As of 2015, Serota was paid a salary of between £165,000 and £169,999 by the Tate. When Serota was Director of the Tate, he encouraged BP to sponsor the Tate which caused quite an embarrassment at the time of the Deepwater Horizon Oil Spill.

Nicholas Serota is currently Director of Arts Council England.

 

Previous posts and comments on this blog have mentioned Professor Stuart Stanton, a gynaecologist at St George’s Hospital Medical School who specialised in convincing rich, anxious women that they needed pelvic floor surgery. Stanton was reputed to have made a fortune and was hated and feared by even his colleagues who were facilitating child abuse and people trafficking, so I always wondered what is was that Stanton was up to. The corrupt MSF rep David Hole who spent most of his working day trying to dig up dirt or sensitive info on other people which he could then use against them was really busting a gut in his attempts to find out what Stanton was doing but Stanton’s secretary – who was very much more normal than most of the people employed at St George’s – wasn’t giving anything away, although like everyone else who worked with Stanton, she did used to say ‘God I’d never let him operate on me’.

Stanton went to Israel on a very frequent basis and had mistresses out there, but I’m sure that Stanton wasn’t going all that way just to discuss Uganda. I have received info about Stanton’s dreadful treatment of the ladies in his life, but I’m not publishing any of that because they need to be afforded privacy after falling into the jaws of a shark.

This morning someone sent me a few links which mentioned Stuart Stanton. His name appeared on the 2011 list of Trustees of the Jewish Music Institute. Stanton’s biography which appears on the website of the Jewish Music Institute describes Stanton as:

Professor and Consultant Urogynaecologist now in private and medico-legal practice in Central London. He is also a visiting Professor at Hadassah Hospital (Jerusalem) where he travels every three months to lecture, see patients and operate. He is a founder member of the South London Israel Forum (SLIF) which meets monthly to hear speakers on Middle East politics and Israel’s achievements in the Arts and Sciences, also a Trustee for Hadassah UK and a Patron of the British Friends of Hebrew University. 

The Vice-Presidents of the Jewish Music Institute were named as my old mate Michael Grade and dear old Greville Janner.

Stanton also appears on the website of the Jewish Medical Association UK. The section entitled ‘Israeli Medical Students’ tells us about the 2011 Israeli Student Attachment programme and that ‘the past four weeks have been incredible. Dr. Alan Naftalin welcomed us with a lovely dinner at his house and took care of all our needs during our stay. In addition, he made sure we learn a lot about medicine and the way it is practiced in the UK by arranging meetings with well experienced doctors such as Prof. David Katz, Prof. Stuart Stanton and Dr. Mike Peters of the BMA.’

Prof David Katz is an immunologist who used to work at either UCH or the Middlesex, I’ve forgotten which one – I met him in 1987. He was mates with the fraudsters at Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital (see post ‘Interesting Facts’).

The same website tells us that in 2010, ‘The clinical attachment is at Newham University Hospital NHS Trust. Dr Alan Naftalin, Prof Susan Gelding and the educational team at Newham are responsible for the programme. In addition to Newham Hospital several JMA(UK) give them the opportunity to see other aspects of UK medicine. Thus they have also spent time with Prof Michael Baum (breast disease), Prof Atul Mehta at the Royal Free Hospital (Gaucher’s disease and Lysosomal Storage Disease), Prof Anthony Warrens at the Royal London Hospital (paediatric nephrology), and Prof Stuart Stanton (urogynaecology).’

Professor Michael Baum is a cancer surgeon who has a healthy cynicism towards ineffective ‘alternative medicines’, but Baum has never spoken out about the rampant corruption and research fraud among his colleagues which he undoubtedly knows about.

Now, let me clarify. I too believe that cross-national exchanges between students and academics are valuable and I have taken part in them myself. But Stuart Stanton was a Trustee of an organisation which had as Vice-Presidents Michael Grade, who ignored Jimmy Savile and his activities during Grade’s various roles at the BBC and Greville Janner, a man who stood accused of sexually abusing children in care. In the early 1990s, Janner was questioned by police regarding sexual assaults on children and his solicitor Sir David Napley was so certain that Janner would be charged that he retained George Carman. Thus Greville had the same legal team as Jeremy Thorpe did when Thorpe stood trial in 1979 for conspiracy to murder his former gay partner. It has now been admitted that Janner should have been charged and the CPS cannot explain why he wasn’t. Years later Janner was due to face a ‘trial of the facts’ after producing evidence from at least one Top Doctor that he was unfit to stand trial. That trial of the facts took so long to arrive that Janner died before it happened.

Stuart Stanton is a Top Doctor who spent most of his career working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, an institution which was concealing at least two paedophile rings, both of which had links to the ring that Janner was part of in Leicester. The Head of the Dept in which Stanton was employed, Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, was a key figure in concealing organised abuse. Chamberlain was friends with Ollie Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, who in 1986 was jailed for the possession of child porn. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring.

So what is Stanton doing in Israel?

 

Someone who is now constructed as a UK expert on old age care knows a lot about the abuses of vulnerable people in north Wale – step forward Professor Vanessa Burholt of the Centre for Innovative Ageing at Swansea University. The spiel about Ness on Swansea’s website tells us that:

After graduating from the Open University in 1994, Vanessa worked as a researcher at Bangor University while she undertook her PhD. After completing her PhD in 1998, Vanessa became Deputy Director of the Centre for Social Policy Research and Development at Bangor University and in 2004 took over as Director. Vanessa was awarded a personal Chair at Bangor in 2007, and shortly after moved to Swansea University, as Director of the Centre for Innovative Ageing. In 2016 Vanessa was also appointed Director of the pan-Wales Centre for Ageing and Dementia Research.

Vanessa holds a public appointment as the research member of the Ministerial Advisory Forum on Ageing and is co-Chair of My Home Life Cymru. Personal awards include Fellow of the Academy of Social Science and Senior Research Leader for Health and Care Research Wales. In 2015 and 2017 she won the College of Human and Health Science outstanding contribution to research award. She is a member of the ESRC DTC Peer Review College. She sits on the ESRC Grants Assessment Panel C and is member of the Board for Health and Care Research Wales. Vanessa sits on the CHHS Senior Management Board, the Social Care Ethics Committee, and the Research Committee.

Vanessa has worked on and led international and national research projects worth approximately £18M, and has supervised 23 post-graduate students. Her research interests include loneliness, support networks, intergenerational relationships, social exclusion, rurality, migration of older people and attachment to place and she has published more than 50 articles and book chapters on these topics.’

This translates as:

Ness worked at Bangor University throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry into the abuse of children in care, about which no-one knew anything, although Ness’s colleagues facilitated that abuse and ignored all complaints from witnesses and victims. Ness was involved with the School of Psychology, which was led by Professor Fergus Lowe; Fergus and his mistress Pauline Horne built their entire empire by holding everyone who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles over a barrel. Ness was also involved with IMSCaR, a research institute which was Directed by Prof Mark Williams, a clinical psychologist who worked with the paedophile gang and perpetrated the research fraud which was Mindfulness. Bruce Napier, a clinical psychologist who ran away from the Hergest Unit screaming loudly, was subsequently employed at IMSCaR. One of Ness’s mentors in old age care at Bangor University was Professor Bob Woods, the man who ran the clinical psychology programme, which involved students undertaking placements at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh where they witnessed patients being abused and, if they were female students, were sexually harassed and propositioned by Dafydd. Ness knew as well as the rest of north Wales that the care for the elderly in the region, particularly for EMI patients, was so bad that healthcare staff did all they could to find alternative care for their own relatives.

Some 10 years ago, Ness’s PhD supervisor Prof Clare Wenger, who had by then retired, had the misfortune to be admitted to a ward for the elderly at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. Clare Wenger was so appalled by what she witnessed that she compiled an extensive report, sent it over 100 colleagues and healthcare bodies and appeared in the media. She was denounced by Ysbyty Glan Clwyd as a stuck up old cow. Not one of Clare’s colleagues or students defended her. Ness bagged her job at Swansea and fucked off out of north Wales to become an international expert on old age care. Which was of course what Clare Wenger was. Some years after Clare Wenger was ignored and then trashed when she refused to shut up, the Tawel Fan Scandal blew up on an EMI ward at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd.

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

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Just how fucking stupid are you all?

‘First they came for the Service Users, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Service User.’

It was an international trafficking ring. They killed witnesses.

 

A national emergency has been declared. The National Crime Agency and the Home Secretary Sajid Javid have put out a paedophile alert on the grounds that an estimated 80,000 people constitute an online risk to children – they will leave no stone unturned in their efforts to hunt these people down. Oh don’t bother. The people facilitating it all are sitting in Top Docs surgeries, social service depts, counsellors therapy rooms, in police stations, in the Courts and in Parliament and their activities are no secret. It could have all been stopped thirty years ago when hundreds and hundreds of young people were complaining that they were being threatened, assaulted and sexually abused by the welfare services in north Wales. No-one helped us, no-one. Most of the complainants have since been found dead. Fuck off all of you. Why would anyone believe a word that any of you say?

 

The Labour Party is now in a state of total civil war. Margaret Hodge is demanding Jezza’s head on a plate for his alleged anti-Semitism and Gordon has joined in the fray, emphasising that there can be no place for hatred within the Labour Party. Everyone involved in this punch-up concealed Dafydd and the gang for years. However, the hyenas can smell Jezza’s blood and so they are circling.

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Margaret Hodge will be thinking up her leadership campaign slogan as I write this…

Vote Wisely, Vote Silly – You Know It Makes Nonsense. The Silly Party is committed to: raising unemployment; destroying industry; encouraging naughtiness in high places.

You’ll do a job as good as Thatch, Dame M!

Dame Margaret Hodge, former Leader of Islington Borough Council while Islington children’s homes were infiltrated by a paedophile gang who murdered some of the witnesses:

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Brown, who was the subject of a murder attempt:
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A Volkswagon Beetle, of the sort that my friend Anne was driving when she was killed:

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No Cuts

My post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’ discussed how Dr Death and the Gang Of Four launched the Limehouse Declaration on 25 Jan 1981 and how all members of the Gang Of Four – Dr Death, Shirl, Woy and Bill Rodgers – were steeped in concealing the organised abuse of vulnerable people and made moves during their careers with the SDP which suggested that they were attempting to build their political fortunes on the continued collusion with organised crime. Dr Death personally knew some of the Top Docs involved in the trafficking ring in north Wales and had worked with the butcher William Sargant when Dr Death was a junior psychiatrist at Tommy’s (see post ‘Dr Death’).

Mary Wynch finally managed to escape from the clutches of Dafydd who had unlawfully arrested and imprisoned her late in 1979 and began legal action. It will have been clear by the end of 1980 that Mary was not going to go away and that Dr Death’s mates in north Wales, along with those who had provided so much help for them, could find themselves in a very difficult position indeed. Furthermore, it would very likely lead to the dominoes toppling over all the way down to Westminster and the London medical establishment, who after all were the big boys protecting Dafydd et al. See posts ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’ and ‘A Few Of The Relevant Politicians Re Mary Wynch’s Case’.

 

Dr Death led the SDP until 28 Aug 1987, by which time the honeymoon was well and truly over. Bob MacLennan took over as leader after Dr Death departed and remained in post until 1988, serving throughout the negotiations that led to the merger of the SDP with the Liberal Party. MacLennan then became joint interim leader of the new party, initially known as the Social and Liberal Democrats (SLD), later as the Lib Dems.

Robert Adam Ross MacLennan known as Bob MacLennan, is a now a Lib Dem peer. MacLennan was educated at Glasgow Academy; Balliol College, Oxford; Trinity College, Cambridge; and Columbia University, New York City.

In 1966 Bob MacLennan was elected as the Labour MP for Caithness and Sutherland. He served as MP for the constituency – and in 1981 was one of the founder members of the SDP – until 1997, after which, following boundary changes, MacLennan was then the MP for Caitness, Sutherland and Easter Ross until 2001.

MacLennan was a junior Minister in the Labour Gov’t, 1974-79

As SDP Leader in 1988 MacLennan served alongside Liberal Leader David Steel, who concealed Cyril Smith’s sex offending and negotiated with the crooked barrister George Carman QC to keep it out of the national press when it was first reported in an alternative paper in Rochdale, because Jeremy Thorpe was about to stand trial for conspiracy to murder and Steel feared the implosion of the Liberal Party.

MacLennan knew about the sex offending of George Thomas, Greville Janner, Cyril Smith, Jeremy Thorpe and the rest of them, as well as about the dishonesty of those in Wilson’s and Callaghan’s Gov’ts.

MacLennan served as a front bench spokesman for the Liberal Democrats and as their President, 1994-98.  MacLennan succeeded Charles Kennedy as President. Charles was drinking himself to death, but this was unacknowledged until it became public knowledge when Charles became Leader of the Lib Dems. When it became clear that Kennedy’s boozing threatened the success of the Party, a ‘Kennedy Must Go’ campaign was launched. Charles Kennedy knew about the likes of Cyril Smith so didn’t cover himself in glory, but had anyone launched a ‘Charles Must Dry Out’ campaign with as much vigour as the ‘Kennedy Must Go’ campaign, Charles Kennedy might not have died an alcoholic’s haemorrhaging death at only 55 yrs old.

 

MacLennan became a member of the Privy Council in 1997, just after the Waterhouse Inquiry opened and was given his peerage in 2001, the year after the Waterhouse Report was completed.

MacLennan’s father, Sir Hector MacLennan, was a renowned gynaecologist and obstetrician. Sir Hector was President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1967-69. He died in 1978. The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ tells us that Hector was born in Glasgow, went to Glasgow High School and then to Glasgow University and with the exception of a one year residency at the Chelsea Hospital for Women, spent his entire professional life in Glasgow. Hector was a consultant at Glasgow Maternity Hospital and the Victoria Hospital. Hector was President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, 1963-66 and was knighted in 1965. Sir Hector was Chairman of the Advisory Committee on the problems of tissue transplantation and intriguingly, the Chairman of the Scottish Tourist Board, 1969-74.

Although Sir Hector was based in Glasgow, he was of sufficient stature to have exerted an influence over medicine across the whole of the UK. He was a member of the GMC, 1965-69, when Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd were keeping the victims of a trafficking gang in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. The Ely Hospital Scandal blew up in 1969. Despite the terrible abuse of patients which was revealed – abuse that was later acknowledged as not being a one-off case – no Top Doc faced the GMC. Hector Chaired the Advisory Committee on Distinction Awards, 1971-74. Distinction Awards were the bonuses, the ‘merit awards’ which all consultants used to receive on top of their NHS salaries, but the bonuses varied and those in receipt of the biggest merit awards would double their salaries. Merit awards were hugely controversial, even among conservative Top Docs. It was demonstrated repeatedly that there was huge entrenched discrimination within the system, with women doctors very much less likely to receive the biggest merit awards and graduates of certain medical schools consistently awarded bigger merit awards. The merit awards were considered particularly toxic because they were handed out in complete secrecy and those sitting on the Advisory Committee were allowed to decide on the merit awards given to their personal friends. See post ‘More Alan Bennett’.

Sir Hector would have been well aware of the extensive malpractice which existed in medicine during his career, including that of his colleague Sir Dugald Baird at Aberdeen University aborting en masse the babies of low income women ‘for socio-economic reasons’ when abortion was still illegal under most circumstances (see post ‘Rab, High Table and the Founding Fathers’), the brisk business in unlawful abortions which was taking place at Tommy’s in London (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’), the organised abuse of vulnerable people and of course the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Sir Hector knew Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, he who experimented upon live late gestation foetuses whom he subsequently killed and who also concealed paedophile gangs in south London and in north Wales (see post ‘Now Then…’).

Sir Hector married a fellow Top Doc, Isabel, who worked in Public Health. So Isabel knew about all the wrongdoing as well.

Bob MacLennan’s siblings were David, Elizabeth and Kenneth. David and Elizabeth were actors and in 1971 David, Elizabeth and Elizabeth’s husband John McGrath founded the Scottish left-wing agitprop theatre group 7:84 and in 1978 David created the influential Wildcat Stage Productions (with Dave Anderson). David MacLennan worked with these two companies for most of his life.

John McGrath was from an Irish Catholic background, was born in Birkenhead and educated in Mold, north Wales and at St John’s College, Oxford. McGrath was a very big name in theatre and was universally known in leftie luvvie circles. During the 1960s and 70s McGrath worked for the BBC, including as a writer/director for ‘Z cars’ and ‘Play for Today’. He also worked in film, including with Ken Russell. McGrath’s initiatives lost Arts Council funding in the 1990s, it was believed for political reasons. The McGrath’s house at Earl’s Court was host to many socialist luvvies who discussed the revolution while they ignored a big slurry pit.

Detail from the front cover of the programme for McGrath’s ‘A Satire of the Four Estaites’ (1996), showing Amy Trompetter’s drawing of the costume for Gloria Cupsize:

 

 

John McGrath never managed a play about his father-in-law’s colleagues forcing disadvantaged youngsters into the line of work pursued by Gloria Cupsize or his brother-in-law in politics concealing the serious crimes that were being committed to keep a lid on it all.

‘We didn’t know.’

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Lord MacLennan of Varying Cupsizes was the Lib Dem’s Cabinet Office and Scotland spokesman in the Lords until 2015.

 

I mentioned in a comment following my post ‘Remember Girls – Never Get Into A Car With A Stranger!’ that after reading more about Tony Benn I thought that it is likely that Benn was recruited by the British security services as a young man and I wondered why they had allowed him to become marginalised and kicked about by old gits like Denis Healey who were also working for the security services. The security services seemed to have recruited a lot of people with Benn’s profile from his generation – Oxbridge-educated left leaning academically able young men. Tony Benn studied at New College, Oxford which was a security services recruiting ground for a very long while, that is where they snared Peter Mandelson (see post ‘A Study Of Tyranny’). Benn then worked for the BBC at a time when virtually everyone there was working for the security services.
Tony Benn was the MP for Bristol South East, 1963-83 and a member of Harold Wilson’s Gov’t. Wilson surrounded himself with crooks and Benn will have known that. Benn also knew of the other outrages under Wilson’s and Callaghan’s administrations, such as the Home Office concealing terrible corruption and Leo Abse busting a gut to get the Children Act 1975 on the statute books, which gave Dafydd and the gang a real boost, as it resulted in hundreds of children being handed over to them (see post ‘Cry The Beloved Country’).
Tony Benn was famous for becoming increasingly left wing as he got older and by the time that the Windbag was in the ascendant, Benn was in a state of all-out civil war with people like Healey. Tony Benn may have led People’s Marches under banners, enjoyed pots of tea with all sorts of people and socked it to the old farts at the Labour conferences which is what made him so attractive to lefties of my generation, but until he died he too remained silent about the organised abuse of vulnerable people by the welfare services, including the Westminster Paedophile Ring. I wrote to Tony Benn about the mental health services in north Wales when he was older but still politically active and made it clear that I had evidence of the most serious abuse of patients and organised crime. Tony wrote back saying simply ‘Sorry but disability is not my area’. I wrote to him on the advice of a disability campaigner who told me that Tony Benn had a very good reputation on disability campaigning.
Shortly after I wrote to him, Tony Benn turned up in Caernarfon to give a public lecture, one of my friends went to listen to him. So Tony Benn knew that Gwynedd existed then…
When I wrote to Tony Benn, I hadn’t read his diaries, so I was unaware of the very close relationship that he and his family had with St Thomas’s Hospital. They really loved old Wedgie Benn at Tommy’s, it was his second home. Tommy’s is the most elite of all the London hospitals. Many of Tommy’s medical students are from titled families who fancy dabbling in medicine for a while and it is the Top Docs from Tommy’s who are most likely to be those who are raking it in from Harley Street practices. Tommy’s was also the biggest, most powerful medical establishment umbrella that Dafydd had. Dafydd’s old mate Professor Jim Watson from the Maudsley went on to run a sex therapy practice at St George’s Hospital Medical School when St George’s was colluding with Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and a linked gang in south London and after that Jim Watson rocked up at Guy’s and Tommy’s – the two institutions had merged – and ran a sex therapy clinic there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).
Dr Death is a Tommy’s graduate and a former Tommy’s Top Doc. George Osborne’s psychiatrist brother Adam, who was struck off for selling class A drugs and for having sex with a patient and then threatening her into silence, is also a Tommy’s graduate. Ed Miliband’s Uncle Harry had a Chair at Guy’s and Tommy’s.
Tommy’s concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring and since I began this blog I have been told that there is a great deal of shagging between Westminster/Whitehall figures and Tommy’s staff. None of that lot are going to fall out with Tommy’s in the light of the huge numbers of heavy drinking, ageing, overweight unfit politicians who fear that they could keel over at any point. Add to that the picture of Westminster painted during Nigel Evans’s trial for multiple sexual assaults, during which one witness who was a Parliamentary researcher agreed that he did find a totally bladdered Nigel’s hands down the front of his trousers in a Commons bar, but that was just ‘crazy, crazy Westminster’, it was nothing unusual at all.
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Are they really going to grass up the corrupt Top Docs of Tommy’s when they might need to drop in for a stomach pump or a shot of penicillin at any time?

 

 

Tony Benn’s Bristol seat disappeared in 1983 as a result of boundary changes. I’m sure that won’t have been accidental, appointments to the Boundary Commission are highly political. Sir Ronald Waterhouse was a Boundary Commissioner and Professor Eric Sunderland was appointed to the body in time for him to agree that Clwyd County Council should disappear in a puff of smoke days after the Jillings Report into the serious abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was submitted in 1996 (see previous posts).

After Bristol South East disappeared, Tony Benn lost to Michael Cocks in the selection of a Labour candidate to stand in the new winnable seat of Bristol South. Rejecting offers from the new seat of Livingston in Scotland, Benn contested Bristol East, losing to the Tory’s Conservative’s Jonathan Sayeed in June 1983.

Tony Benn wasn’t in the wilderness for long. On 1 March 1984, Benn was elected as Labour MP for Chesterfield and were they glad to see him. Chesterfield had been held by Eric Varley since 1964, but in 1983 Varley suddenly stood down to become Chairman of Coalite plc.

Eric Varley was an NUM-sponsored MP. Tony Benn was friends with Arthur Scargill, who in turn was friends with Michael Mansfield QC, who was one of many ‘radical lawyers’ who kept quiet about Dafydd and the gang (see previous posts). Varley was on the right of the Labour Party, was PPS to Harold Wilson, 1968-69, Secretary of State for Energy and then Secretary of State for Industry. Varley led Denis Healey’s campaign for the Labour Leadership in 1980.

Varley was given a peerage in 1990. His name was in the news again last year when Gerald Kaufman died and it was discovered that Kaufperson had left absolutely everything in his will to Eric Varley – an expensive property in St John’s Wood (Ronnie Waterhouse lived in St John’s Wood and was a leading light in the St John’s Wood Society), all his dosh, absolutely everything. Varley though had died seven years previously – Kaufman had made the will when Varley was still alive and hadn’t updated it. As with a lot of politicians who remain in the Commons into old age, the media have for the last few years been rather kinder to Kaufman than they used to be. We have been reminded that it was Kaufman who called the Labour manifesto of 1983 ‘the longest suicide note in history’ and Kaufman has been portrayed as a voice of reason during the years of the loony left and Michael Foot. Which is interesting because I remember Kaufman insulting people, upsetting them, really pissing everyone off and being considered an oily git who couldn’t be trusted.

Eric Varley and Kaufperson would never have wanted to do any favours for Tony Benn.

Chesterfield is in Derbyshire and Derbyshire was the location of a paedophile gang closely linked with Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire. There was an exchange of abusive children’s home staff between north Wales and Derbyshire, as well as of other ‘professionals’. John Jillings, who Chaired the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in care in Clwyd from 1974 onward, was the former Director of Social Services for Derbyshire. Jillings’ Report was damning – although thanks to the legal advice to Municipal Mutual, Clwyd’s insurers, from Cherie’s mate Michael Beloff QC, no-one saw the Jillings Report for almost 20 yrs and even then it was so heavily redacted that it was almost meaningless (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). However it was known that Jillings stated that very serious abuse of children had occurred in Clwyd and that the organised abuse probably reached back as far as the 1940s/50s. Jillings flatly refused to comment upon whether he thought that there was a paedophile ring in operation.

By the time that Eric Varley suddenly decided that his future lay as Chairman of Coalite plc and it was time to make a space for a man whom he loathed to return to the Commons, Mary Wynch had begun her legal action against Dafydd and the gang and was well on her way to the Master of The Rolls to receive her history-making judgement (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Brown and I had just begun to raise concerns about what was happening in the Student Health Centre at Bangor University and Alison Taylor had dared raise her worries about the treatment of children in care in north Wales, but only by then within Gwynedd Social Services.

If Mary, Alison, Brown and I were to be listened to, things could unravel very quickly indeed for the whole of the medical establishment and Parliament…

Tony Benn was needed in Derbyshire, but he didn’t move house. He carried on living in London, popping in to his good mates at Tommy’s just down the road…

Tony Benn held his seat at Chesterfield until 2001, when he famously stepped down to ‘spend more time in politics’. Benn stayed in the Commons which he found so stifling and frustrating until the Waterhouse Report had been submitted to Gov’t and the yells of ‘massive cover-up’ had died down and the press had lost interest.

Benn was President of the ‘Stop the War Coalition’ from 2001 until his death in 2014.

Tony Benn was the devoted husband of Caroline, an Americal lawyer who was, like Benn, from a privileged background. Caroline, like Shirl, was a campaigner for comprehensive education. She was a member of ILEA, 1970-77, when ILEA were colluding with the abuse of children from London boroughs who had been sent to children’s homes in north Wales; an ILEA Governor at Imperial College, an institution which concealed the Top Docs who colluded with the abuse and trafficking of vulnerable people and a tutor at the OU, another institution which colluded with organised abuse. Caroline was President of the Socialist Education Association.

The Benns’ son Hilary was a Cabinet Minister in Blair’s Gov’t and their daughter Melissa bangs on in ‘The Guardian’ about the wonders of comprehensive schools.

I don’t mind that the Benns were ‘hard left’ or born into privilege. I do not believe that all privileged people are evil hypocrites and I don’t believe that the ‘hard left’ are a threat to civilization. But I do believe that the Benns were prepared to see me die and did see others like me die because they were not prepared to take on the organised crime that had come to dominate medicine.

Do us a favour Hilary and Melissa, just fuck off.

 

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By the way, a name I haven’t mentioned yet, someone who not only knew what happened to me in north Wales but who knew about the abuse and deaths of patients in the University Hospital of Wales, Cardiff, which she witnessed as a medical student and as a junior doctor – Clare Cheek. Now a consultant surgeon in, I think, Herefordshire. Time to speak up Clare?

 

 

 

 

Cry, The Beloved Country

Previous posts have mentioned that Sir Ronald Waterhouse, who carried out the mother of all cover-ups when he Chaired the Waterhouse Inquiry, was a personal friend of many of those who were responsible for facilitating and concealing the abuse of children in care in north Wales that he was supposed to be investigating. I knew that Waterhouse grew up in north Wales and practised as a barrister and then sat as a judge on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit for decades but the depths of Waterhouse’s corruption and the sheer number of his personal links with those involved with the abuse of children was not apparent to me until I read his autobiography ‘Child Of Another Century’. Ronnie’s autobiography is little more than a long list of the names of corrupt lawyers, politicians and others and an account of the fiddles that they, along with Ronnie, performed to convict innocent people or ensure that the guilty got off.

Ronnie Waterhouse was the networker’s networker – I could never do justice to Ronnie’s toadying skills on this blog, but I will write some posts drawing attention to the highlights. From his earliest years, Ronnie was acutely aware of whom it was worth ingratiating oneself to. North Waleians like Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Sir William Mars-Jones who became London based lawyers and High Court judges are portrayed in the London-based media as country bumpkins of enormous talent who were socially mobile on account of their essential wonderfulness. Whilst it is true that the Waterhouses and Mars-Jones’s of the world were not as privileged as many of the people with whom they worked in later life, they were born into a group of people who constituted an elite in north Wales.

When Waterhouse and Mars-Jones were growing up, their families were almost as posh as you could get in north Wales. There was a small number of land owning gentry, but the socio-economic composition of north Wales was rather different to England and a lot of English people did not understand this when they wrote about the bumpkin Ronnie or ‘farmer’s son’ William Mars-Jones. There was a certain amount of resentment towards Waterhouse and Mars-Jones’s class in north Wales – they are frequently referred to as the ‘Liberal Nonconformist elite’. They were a group of people who gained dominance in the 19th century and produced many of the movers and shakers of 20th century north Wales. It was felt by many that they literally ruled north Wales and they really did piss some people off. Whilst there were many people among them who involved themselves with radical causes – most famously of course pacifism – they were at the same time a profoundly socially conservative group of people. They didn’t identify as politically Conservative, but they had many similarities to the rural Conservatives in the West Country with whom I was very familiar when I was growing up.

It was this group of people in north Wales who packed the County Councils, the magistrates benches, the health authorities, the social services committees etc. Whilst I believe that not all of them knew of the extent of the abuse of children and mental health patients in north Wales, some of them undoubtedly knew exactly what was going on and ensured that it continued. I was told many years ago – by someone who, like me, wondered how many people knew exactly how serious Dafydd Alun Jones’s crimes were – that Dafydd had ‘duped’ a lot of people from the Welsh middle classes with his anecdotes of a childhood of praying in Welsh and learning Bible verses.

When I witnessed Jones doing this I used to piss myself laughing and wonder how anyone could ever be taken in by such an old ham, but then I thought well, if you are 70 and in chapel and you have not witnessed what Dafydd does and says when he thinks that certain people are not watching, perhaps you would think that he was a kindly old rather eccentric doctor from a previous era. However by the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was happening, the Jones-related anecdotes flying around north Wales were so florid and so numerous that I don’t think many people could really have claimed to have honestly believed that there was not a problem. The prevailing situation by then was that Dafydd and a number of utterly corrupt people around him had led north Wales into crime so serious that no-one could afford to admit what had gone on. As the wife of Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, told me, Ron told everyone that what had happened was so serious and so indefensible that none of them must ever say a word about any of it or they’d all be in prison. They’re still adhering to Ron’s instructions.

To be fair to many people, by the time that Waterhouse was Chairing that Inquiry, a lot of people were simply far too frightened to challenge Dafydd and the paedophiles. They knew damn well that dissenters found that their careers would be wrecked, that people would be bankrupted and that in cases of where someone would not shut up, they were found dead. North Wales: it’s called serious organised crime and it involves gangsters. They are not very nice people and I can understand how terrified you were. However it is the inevitable consequence when a whole region spends decades toadying to some deeply unsavoury people on the grounds that they know Uncle Goronwy or they’re in the same chapel or that those telling tales of abuse and serious crime are only kids in care or psychiatric patients so the best way of dealing with the problem is to pretend that it doesn’t exist.

I can feel quite sorry for paedophiles on the grounds that their sexual development has gone seriously wrong and that there is no help for them even when they beg for it – which some of them do. The people whom I will never forgive are the Ronnie Waterhouses of the world. The indulged, entitled, privileged offspring of a region where so many had so little and who spent a lifetime grovelling to the Mr Bigs of England, supping and dining at the Savoy on a regular basis, professing their love of the common man back in north Wales whilst the children of the common man were battered, abused, trafficked to provide sexual services to some sadly inadequate people and stitched up and imprisoned if they complained. Lest people accuse me of aiming a kick at the chapel goers of north Wales who are always an easy target, I hasten to add that the Neil Kinnocks and Ron Davies’s of south Wales – the alleged working class sons of toil – are just as guilty. They knew what was going on as well and concealed it. The Kinnocks’ troughing outdid Ronnie Waterhouse’s. Then there’s the swathes of pompous Top Doctors, the daft little Angels, social workers, the corrupt plods, etc. Not many people come out of this smelling of roses.

 

Many people assisted in propelling Ronnie Waterhouse into high society when he was young, but one name stands out – Sir William Mars-Jones, Ronnie’s pupil master. As mentioned in previous posts, William Mars-Jones was from Denbighshire and became a big name in London legal circles, yet retained his links to north Wales. Mars-Jones was the Big Mate who was wheeled out when Dafydd and the paedophiles met serious resistance from someone whom they couldn’t just swat in the usual way. Mars-Jones was very, very influential in legal circles. When he was older he was the stereotype of a batty old homophobic conservative judge, but as a young man Mars-Jones was active in the Labour Party, as was Ronnie.

I read Adam Mars-Jones’s memoir of his father a few days ago and I realised from Adam’s book just what a powerful figure Mars-Jones was. I got the distinct impression from Adam’s book that Adam was under no illusions about his father or the role that he played in concealing the barrel of crap in north Wales and I kept wondering why Adam didn’t write the sort of book that Dominic Carman did and expose just how malevolent his father was. Then I came to the bit when Adam mentioned that on the completion of the draft of one of his novels in which Adam had mentioned one of his father’s legal cases, the publisher – Faber – handed the draft to the libel lawyer Peter Carter-Ruck to read. Carter-Ruck was a close friend of William Mars-Jones. Faber told Adam that if the draft was published, both Faber and Adam would be sued for seditious libel. Just in case Faber and Adam dared go ahead, it was made clear that as a bonus, all of Faber’s big name authors would take their business elsewhere.

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

Adam Mars-Jones is a novelist who did not inherit money. He needs his publishers and cannot publish what his father and his father’s friends and colleagues did. I am not a famous novelist. Dafydd and the paedophiles have already wrecked my life and career several times over anyway and I witnessed at first hand what they did. The name of Adam’s aunt is actually on the highly incriminating documents in my possession. As they say in north Wales Adam – dim problem. You might not be able to publish but I can. I have 10,000 incriminating documents that even Peter Carter-Fuck can’t argue with.

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog will have noticed that on a recent post about the Mars-Jones’s, someone left a comment stating that Adam was alleged to have been a visitor to the children’s homes in north Wales. I have no idea whether he was or not, but it’s worth mentioning here that I too visited institutions which were the sites of serious abuse – I was friends with those within and was keeping an eye open… Adam Mars-Jones had a partner who died of an HIV related condition and he also worked as a buddy for the Terence Higgins Trust. I mentioned in my posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ that a lot of the rent boys who died of AIDS in the 1980s had been residents of children’s homes in north Wales who were trafficked to London. It is highly likely that Adam worked with some of those young men and realised where a lot of them had spent their youth. Perhaps he began popping into children’s homes in north Wales to find out what the hell was going on. With a surname like his, the people running those homes would never have suspected that Adam would have had a shred of sympathy with the residents or any interest in the dreadful things that were happening to them…

I mentioned in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ that confidential information about me and others who had dared complain about Dafydd and the paedophiles was being CC’d to a Mrs D. Mars-Jones, who I presumed was Mrs David Mars-Jones. David Mars-Jones was, as confirmed by Adam’s book, William Mars-Jones’s younger brother. David Mars-Jones’s wife was called Dilys. Yes, it was definitely her then. I presume that Dilys Mars-Jones was a member of Clwyd Health Authority – although Dafydd and the paedophiles were so bloody lawless that she may not even have been that.

Adam’s book mentions that William Mars-Jones used to stay with David and Dilys when he went to north Wales. David was a Freemason which William thought was questionable. Adam noted that David interpreted this as William not understanding how business was conducted in the country – I’m sure that William Mars-Jones knew just what the Freemasons of north Wales got up to, or at least some of them. Adam observes that the Garrick played the same role in his father’s life that the Freemasons did in David’s. Yes – and when a dissenting voice couldn’t be controlled by the Freemasons (for example if the dissenting voice was a social worker who was a whistleblower or an angry older lady with a brain or, perish the thought, a Bangor student who pissed herself laughing at a mad old psychiatrist’s efforts to chat her up and his subsequent threats), help from the Garrick was enlisted…

Adam saw the Mars-Jones’s of north Wales as his backward looking country cousins, but they really were quite something in the region. William Mars-Jones’s father was a farmer and owned and ran the local PO and shop – his father before him had been Chairman of Denbighshire County Council. From the information given in Adam’s book there was not just one farm between the extended family, there were several – Adam mentions two aunties who each possessed a farm whom it was believed were relieved of their property in the 1970s by David’s ‘sharp practice’ and who ended up living in Colwyn Bay. Adam explicitly states that William believed David’s business deals and acquisition of wealth to have been questionable. Adam also mentions that for some reason an Eddy Batty from Liverpool had a share in David’s farm.

Adam summed up the difference between his uncle and his father by saying that David wanted honours and William wanted cash. People from north Wales who desire honours have ended up doing some pretty disgusting things for some pretty disgusting people and a High Court judge in need of money with a brother in that position might find himself severely compromised.

I mentioned in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ that David Mars-Jones was High Sheriff of Clwyd in 1989. Adam mentions that David had been Mayor of Colwyn Bay.

Colwyn Bay was a hub of corruption in north Wales. The North Wales Police HQ was there and Chief Constable Sir Philip Meyers had built a personal ‘office’ at his home where business was conducted – at the time the force was notoriously corrupt (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’). The Gwynfa adolescent psychiatric unit where the most dreadful abuse of children occurred was located at Colwyn Bay. The Angel in charge was a former North Wales Hospital Denbigh nurse, Nigel Mannering Berry – he lived in Colwyn Bay and was a leading light in the Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’). Professor Robert Owen who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles lived in Colwyn Bay and received inappropriate telephone calls and mail from inappropriate people regarding NHS business at his home address (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). Huw Vaughan Thomas – the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, 1991-96, as the paedophile gang raged within its children’s homes and who some years previously had spent six years as Chief Executive of Denbighshire County Council – lived at Colwyn Bay (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’) with his wife, Enid Rowlands, who was involved in NHS governance (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Of course Gordon Anglesea, the senior police officer who was imprisoned for sex offences against children in care in north Wales, lived and worked at Colwyn Bay. David Jones MP, who spent years working as a solicitor in north Wales watching in silence as Dafydd and the paedophiles stitched up the innocent, ended up in Colwyn Bay (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’) – David Jones is also a Freemason. Many, many more paedophiles’ friends were out at Colwyn Bay with them. It was a hot spot.

Adam mentions an Aunty Mary – Mary Cobley – who lived in Denbigh and David’s two daughters Jenny and Eleri.

Adam also talks about a holiday home that his father owned at Rhosneigr on Anglesey, the purchase of which David had assisted back in the 1960s. Rhosneigr is a popular second home destination and in recent years it has become very expensive. By north Wales standards Rhosneigr is a big village but it is still small enough for regular long term second homers to have known each other.

Someone else whose parents had a second home at Rhosneigr – and who inherited it from them – was Duncan Orme, who studied biochemistry at UCNW in the 1980s. Duncan took a sabbatical year as the Welfare Officer in the UCNW Students’ Union. It was Duncan to whom I made representation about Gwynne the lobotomist in the early summer of 1984. Duncan admitted that there was a major problem with Gwynne and tried to persuade me to drop my complaint. When I refused, Duncan crapped himself and fled (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Duncan went into NHS management and ended up as Financial Director for one of the very troubled NHS authorities in England.

Duncan Orme knew that three students had attempted suicide after encountering Gwynne the lobotomist. At least. Duncan will have known of much more as well.

An excellent foundation for a career in the NHS Duncan! You ignore patient harm related to crime whilst playing at being a student politician, you get a Third and then fail your accountancy exams – of course you will become Financial Director of an NHS Authority! Because you kept your mouth shut about a bloody paedophile gang.

Sir William Mars-Jones was President of UCNW, 1982-95. Which spanned quite a few of the lobotomist and paedophile years – and the term of Duncan’s office as Welfare Officer and the first part of Duncan’s NHS career.

Duncan when you were at university, you were widely regarded as a bit of a wally, not very bright and a bit inadequate. You have now been outed as an amoral ally of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. You epitomise everything that is wrong with the NHS. I have never forgotten the time that you told me how much you enjoyed your days at Millfield School and that no matter what politics you were forced to proclaim at university, you would buy your own kids the best education that you could possibly afford. Having known two people who escaped to Millfield from the shite comprehensives of Bridgwater and who had very much happier teenage years as a result I didn’t recoil in horror at your hypocrisy because I had knew parents who watched their kids attempt suicide and took the view that this could not continue. But you knowingly assisted a paedophile gang who murdered their victims. That is a whole order of magnitude of difference from a parent who is desperately trying to stop their 12 year old from topping themselves.

I bet that you don’t use the NHS do you Duncan.

I have just popped over to Linked In and found Duncan’s latest. He’s told a porkie – he states that he was Welfare Officer in 1986. I’m fairly sure that it was 1984 – because I consulted Duncan within weeks of encountering Gwynne the lobotomist, which was in 1984. Duncan’s Linked In however does tell us that he was ‘Nightline’ co-ordinator in 1984. ‘Nightline’ was the student run and staffed helpline at UCNW. The Nightliners tended to be well motivated but, like all student helpers, often out of their depth. I do know that the Nightliners knew about Gwynne and those attempted suicides because I knew four Nightliners and they were well aware. Some Nightliners went into social work after graduation – they knew about the paedophile gang…

Here are the rewards that Duncan reaped for keeping quiet and having a father who knew William Mars-Jones:

1987-91: Financial Trainee and Principal Auditor, Royal Free Hampstead NHS Trust

1991-93: Management Accounts, Barts NHS Trust

1993-02: Head of Financial Management and Deputy Director of Finance, Northampton General Hospital

2002-07: Director of Finance, Northampton General Hospital NHS Trust

2008-10: Non-Executive Director, BMI Three Shires Hospital

2007-10: Director of Finance, St Andrew’s Healthcare

2010-11: Chairman of the Lighthouse Centre – ‘a rape crisis centre offering a professional service for anyone who have experienced sexual violence, whether recently or in the past, operating since 1986’.

2011-present day: Operational Director of Finance, Nottingham University Hospital; ‘Leadership of award winning finance department’.

Every NHS organisation that Duncan has worked for has had serious difficulties. He boasts that as Director of Finance at Northampton, he ‘turned around’ the service and made millions in savings. Yes, Duncan is one of those highly paid NHS conference-attending managers who whittle away at patient care – particularly mental health, learning disabilities and the elderly – whilst spending money on executive offices and bonuses for people like himself when they have ‘turned around’ services.

St Andrew’s Healthcare has been at the centre of scandal after scandal after learning disabled people have been abused or died whilst in their ‘care’.

As for Duncan’s Chairmanship of a sexual violence centre – I am tempted to quip that perhaps those who suffered at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles should try knocking at Duncan’s door, but nearly all of them are now dead…

When Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were making a lot of noise, Duncan landed his first job at the Royal Free. During the first police investigation into the existence of a possible paedophile ring in north Wales, Duncan was hiding away at Barts – where Dafydd’s mate Prof Linford Rees had ruled the roost for decades (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). In the year that the North Wales Police found ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring, Duncan landed his job as Head of Financial Management at Northampton General Hospital. Whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took place Duncan was promoted to Deputy Director of Finance at Northampton. His nose was probably so deep in the NHS trough of plenty that he didn’t even have time to stick his head up and say ‘I Know Nuzzing…’

Once old Ronnie had given the biggest offenders a clean bill of health and the bellyaching about a cover-up had died down, the sky was the limit for Duncan…

I think that there might be more than one porkie on Duncan’s Linked In profile. Because a few years ago I googled Duncan and he was at that time Director of a very troubled scandal ridden Trust next door to Mid-Staffs – that particular part of Duncan’s career has disappeared from his Linked In details.

 Duncan’s got a yacht! But then he had the use of his dad’s yacht when he was an undergrad…

The ‘turn around’ Finance Director who made £18 million of NHS savings enjoys his gin palace moored off Anglesey.

 

The Waterhouse and Mars-Jones families will have known each other before Ronnie became a pupil of William Mars-Jones.

The Waterhouses came from Flintshire, the neighbouring county to Denbighshire, the stomping ground of the Mars-Jones’s. There was and is a lot of cross border activity between the two counties.

 

Ronnie’s dad Thomas was at one time the Vice-Chairman of the Flintshire Quarter Sessions and Ronnie mentions in his book that his own career was given a boost when he was young by the Holywell solicitor J. Kerfoot-Roberts and Cyril Jones, a solicitor who practised in Wrexham – they were both ‘supporters’ of William Mars-Jones, who had already established himself as a lawyer.

Ronnie’s dad was a member of Holywell Urban District Council and was Chairman in the early 20th century. He was a high profile Liberal when the Liberals were the biggest party on the Council (and a very influential force in north Wales per se). Thomas was Chairman of Flintshire Education Committee, 1925-34. So he probably knew Prof J.E. Daniel, a theologian and inspector of schools in north Wales at the time (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’). J.E. Daniel’s son is the hideous Huw Daniel, who like Ronnie spent a lifetime on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and who was so looking forward to imprisoning me on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles’ friends in 2004 – Huw became very angry when the case collapsed (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). Can you still fit into that ludicrous General Pinochet outfit of yours Huw, because those seams and buttons were certainly straining as a result of all those dinners on the last occasion that I saw you dressed up in your gear.

Ronnie was also mates with Justice John Roch who was someone else on the Chester and Wales Circuit who wanted to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles friends in 1990 (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). On that occasion Roch had to throw out more than twelve charges against me because WHOOPS the paedophiles’ friends had lied – there was of course no action taken against anyone for perjury.

John Roch disappeared off the face of the earth – and indeed the internet – a few years ago, so I was gratified to find him mentioned in Ronnie’s book. After Roch fumed at not being able to imprison me and ignored the perjury of those giving evidence, he became Lord Justice Roch. Lord Justice John Roch has now reappeared in corners of the internet.

Lord Justice Roch might like to make a statement to the police about the bizarre events in Chester Court in 1990 when the paedophiles’ friends demanded my imprisonment for contempt of court, particularly now that I have documents in my possession demonstrating that the court and judge were changed at short notice without my barrister being informed – yet the paedophiles’ friends received a handwritten note from the Legal Dept of Gwynedd County Council explaining this to them. The note also told the paedophiles’ friends who to speak to when they arrived at the court – that person would also show them the affidavits and tell them what to say when they gave evidence. The note to the paedophiles’ friends told them to ‘familiarise’ themselves with the affidavits and evidence – which suggests that they had not seen any of it before. Further details and the names of all of the crooks involved can be found in my post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.

Ahem. Just a little bit irregular I think Lord Justice Roche.

The whole scene was witnessed by the solicitor who accompanied me to court, Meleri Tudor. Meleri came with me because WHOOPS the date of the case clashed with another case that my usual solicitor had to be present at, although he was desperate not to send me into the paedophiles’ den unaccompanied. So his assistant Meleri came with me. I always liked Meleri and I very much appreciated her company, but she swore blind that the last minute change of venue and judge was just a blip – as was the fact that my barrister was not informed of this essential information. I now have documentation that shows quite clearly that there was no blip – there was corruption of the most serious sort at work.

Meleri moved on to work at another solicitor’s firm in Caernarfon shortly after the saga in Chester and the last I heard she had become a judge. On another occasion Meleri witnessed Tony Francis (Dr X) abuse process whilst he was in the witness box in Bangor Magistrates Court demanding my imprisonment. Meleri did stop him immediately and the magistrates also reprimanded him, but I remember Meleri commenting afterwards to me that ‘Francis knew exactly what he was doing and he knew that he shouldn’t have done it’.

At the time I just thought that Francis was seriously pissed off with me and had lost his rag, but since then I have acquired numerous documents written and signed by Francis in which he describes how he and others will frame me for serious offences for which there was no evidence.

I’ve got a stack of such documents Meleri, they were a bunch of lying crooks who were running the paedophile gang that you all maintained did not exist. Time to cough…

 

Not only did Ronnie’s dad reach the heights of being the High Sheriff of Flintshire in 1942, but he was  also Chairman of the County Finance Committee when the estate for Mold Crown Court was purchased. The building which currently houses Mold Law Courts was developed as a result of the efforts of T.M. Hadyn Rees, the Chief Executive of Clwyd County Council, 1974-77 (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’). The Waterhouse Inquiry was tasked with investigating the abuse of children in care during that time. Ronnie’s autobiography makes it clear that he knew Hadyn Rees. He mentions him by name and furthermore before he was Chief Exec of Clwyd County Council, Hadyn Rees was the Deputy Clerk and then Clerk of Flintshire County Council. Sir Ronnie, in his capacity as a barrister, acted for Flintshire County Council on many occasions and took instructions from Hadyn Rees.

After Hadyn Rees retired as Chief Executive of Clwyd he became a magistrate.

Ronnie’s book mentions that he attended a dinner at the Shire Hall in Mold in 1978 – it was held in his honour by the Chairman of Clwyd County Council and was attended by ‘many north Wales friends’. Many of whom will have also been paedophiles’ friends.

There’s nothing like an independent judicial inquiry is there.

Not that Ronnie was only mates with paedophiles’ friends in local authorities in north Wales – he was friends with paedophiles’ friends in local authorities in west Wales as well. In May 1983 Ronnie was involved in litigation in Swansea and Carmarthen Courts brought by the Welsh Office and seven local authorities – led by Dyfed County Council – in an attempt to gain a High Court order against some travellers. There was a paedophile gang operating in Dyfed and Pembrokeshire in the 1970s and 80s. In 1980, the County Secretary of Dyfed County Council Ioan Bowen Rees moved to Gwynedd to take up the position of Chief Executive – where he did nothing about the paedophile gang operating in the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

 

Ronnie knew the influential Flintshire farming family of paedophiles’ friend and Tory politician Beata Brookes (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’). At one point George Brookes did battle with Flintshire County Council after they ordered him to move his caravans. Ronnie noted that ‘a great deal of money was at stake for the appellant, who was a strong Conservative supporter’. Brookes had wanted to instruct Sir David Maxwell Fyfe QC (a famous homophobic Welsh judge and former Secretary of State for Wales known as Dai Bananas), but Sir David had recently metamorphosed into Viscount Kilmuir as Lord Chancellor, so George Brookes slummed it and instructed the then Viscount Hailsham QC, who was soon to be appointed First Lord of the Admiralty.

The wife and son of the Fifth Sea Lord Admiral Sir Alec Bingley – Lady Juliet Bingley and William Bingley, who worked for MIND and in William’s case the Mental Health Act Commission as well – were involved in concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles for years. My post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ also names other very high ranking naval officers who were involved in ignoring, or concealing, serious wrongdoing associated with sexual offences against children.

Lord Hailsham was the First Lord of the Admiralty, 1956-57. So he will have known Sir Alec Bingley, Lord Louis Mountbatten and others named in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

 

William Mars-Jones was in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve during the war. But so many of the paedophiles’ friends served in the Royal Navy or the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve – including of course Gwynne the lobotomist…

William Mars-Jones served in Malta during the war. Sir Alec Bingley was stationed in Malta when he was Commander-in-Chief of the Mediterranean Fleet in the late 1950s/early 60s. Lady Juliet Bingley was friends with the Prime Minister of Malta and Ronnie Waterhouse knew Lt General Sir William Dobbie, the Governor of Malta, 1940-42.

 

In response to George Brookes instructing Lord Hailsham, Flintshire County Council instructed Edmund Davies QC to lead, with Ronnie as his junior. Ronnie tells us in his book that this case resulted in his highest fee to date for a single case and that there was ‘further reward’ when Brookes appealed. There was thus another magistrates hearing on a date when Hailsham and Edmund Davies were unavailable. St Asaph’s Magistrates Court heard the case in July 1955 – the Chairman of the bench was the brother of Judge David Pennant, who was a descendant of Thomas Pennant.

The Pennant family are part of the extended family of Antoinette Sandbach, the Tory MP for Eddisbury. Antoinette’s father Ian Mackeson-Sandbach was the most senior Freemason in North Wales throughout the years of failed investigations into organised child abuse in north Wales and during the Waterhouse Inquiry. Antoinette’s grandmother Geraldine Mackeson-Sandbach was the President of the Denbigh branch of the Royal College of Midwives. Before Antoinette became an AM and then an MP, she worked in the office of David Jones MP. For more details on the Sandbach clan, see post ‘News Round Up, 19 January 2018′.

A whole extended family of paedophiles’ friends there.

 

Flintshire County Council won the case against George Brookes. But there was yet another hearing in 1957. By this time Hailsham was in the Cabinet, so Brookes instructed Ted Maggary QC, later Vice-Chancellor and de facto Head of the Chancery Division. Edmund Davies was engaged elsewhere and Hadyn Rees decided that it wasn’t necessary to have a leader on the Council’s side and Ronnie acted for the Council. Ronnie doesn’t relate the outcome of this bizarre dispute involving caravans at St Asaph which involved some of the most senior lawyers in the UK, but Ronnie did note that he ‘was fortunate that Maggary proved to be a very courteous opponent’ and ‘we disposed of the case in two much shorter days’.

I suspect that a very dirty deal was done somewhere within those two short days which was why the big names made themselves scarce. I doubt that George Brookes spent all that money for nothing and knowing how the paedophiles’ friends conduct business, this saga over the caravans at St Asaph which involved none other than Lord Hailsham could hold the key as to why Beata Brookes – a universally loathed old bag – ended up as the leading female Tory politician in Wales despite no-one wanting her in that position.

Beata Brookes was a social worker before her ascent upwards into the higher echelons of the paedophiles’ friends and her gaining numerous positions of responsibility in the health and social care services in north Wales.

 

Ronnie’s dad, being prominent in Flintshire County life, will have known Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon. Lord Kenyon was the most senior Freemason in north Wales, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, President of UCNW, 1947-82 (preceding William Mars-Jones), Deputy Lieutenant of Flintshire, a magistrate, a member of Flintshire County Council and much more besides (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Lord Kenyon’s adult son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was known by the social services to be sexually using at least one underaged boy in the care of Clwyd County Council’s Social Services. On one occasion in 1979 Thomas spent the night in the Crest Hotel in Wrexham with the boy and took compromising photos of them together. The following morning Thomas made a complaint of theft against the boy on the grounds that the photos and Thomas’s clothes had disappeared. Thomas was quite clear when he called the police with regard as to why he had spent the previous night in bed with a boy in care. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no action. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died of an HIV related condition in 1993.

Ronnie knew Lord Kenyon as well. In his book Ronnie mentions chatting to him in 1984 at the annual dinner for old students of Ruthin School in north Wales.

 

Ronnie and his network were able to show a great degree of tolerance in the face of sexual transgression. In 1945 Ronnie’s parents were looking for a suitable Liberal Parliamentary candidate for Flintshire and one of Ronnie’s duties was to drive the candidate about. Ronnie explained in his book that one day as Ronnie was driving, the candidate had the ‘impertinence and stupidity to make an unambiguous homosexual advance’. Ronnie stated in his autobiography that if he’d have told his father, the candidate would have been disowned. Ronnie doesn’t provide a very convincing explanation as to why he didn’t tell his father that a gay groper was being fielded as the Liberal candidate, but he does mention that the seat was won by the Tory Nigel Birch.

However, perhaps Ronnie didn’t need to tell his father. Ronnie admitted that ‘our candidate’s proclivities were quite well known when he stood again for Parliament, this time in Anglesey against the popular Cledwyn Hughes’. Lord Cledwyn was a loyal paedophiles’ friends for decades – he was also mates with Glenys Kinnock’s parents and was one of those who inducted the Windbag into Welsh Labour politics.

Ronnie doesn’t mention the gay groper’s name, but it’s not rocket science to work out that it was John William Hughes. Obviously a Ron Davies situation (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). ‘Well of course if we’d have known we’d have acted immediately.’

There is a great deal of ‘not knowing’ in north Wales, as the social anthropologist Isabel Emmett observed in her 1964 work ‘A North Wales Village: A Social Anthropological Study’ (see post ‘How No-One Knew About Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’). Not that even Isabel Emmett could have predicted the mass outbreak of not knowing that afflicted north Wales when Ronnie Chaired that Inquiry.

 

Ronnie and his dad weren’t the only red hot networkers. Ronnie’s Uncle Horace did pretty well. Horace sat on the Holywell Urban District Council and was also a member of the English Congregational Church in Holywell. The Waterhouses were a well known Congregationalist family in north east Wales (Ronnie’s dad was a deacon in the Tabernacle Church) – as were the Mars-Jones’s.

Ronnie’s Uncle Sidney trained for the Congregationalist ministry at the Lancashire Independent College in Manchester and subsequently worked as a Minister in Hemel Hempstead and in East Sussex. The Waterhouses had branches of the family in England – Ronnie’s dad was from a big family and the siblings had scattered all over the place. Ronnie married the daughter of an influential Birmingham family.

Ronnie was a lay preacher from the age of 17. He had been invited to fulfil the role by the father of his friend J. Gwynne Williams. J. Gwynne Williams later became the Professor of Welsh History at UCNW and the Vice-Principal, as well as the President of the National Library of Wales and Chairman of University of Wales Press. His father was the supervising Minister of the Welsh Wesleyian Methodist Church circuit at Holywell.

Ronnie’s sister went to Howells School, Denbigh, a popular independent school for girls in north Wales. The actress Nerys Hughes went there (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’) as did many other well known people from north Wales. The Mars-Jones’s lived in a village just outside of Denbigh and will have known many alumni of Howells School.

Ronnie’s sister extended the influence of Ronnie and the gang. Ronnie’s sister Sylvia worked for the BBC intermittently throughout her life – her first job with them was as a producer for ‘Woman’s Hour’ – and she also worked for ‘Vogue Export Book’, the ‘Daily Express’ and ‘Time and Tide’, which was owned and edited by Lady Rhondda. Sylvia married John Thompson, a journalist on ‘The Observer’.

Ronnie’s brother Stuart was active in the Liberal Party and stood as a Liberal Parliamentary candidate.

 

When he was young Ronnie Waterhouse was not only active in the Labour Party but stood as a Labour Parliamentary candidate on a number of occasions. William Mars-Jones stood as the Labour candidate for West Denbighshire in the 1945 General Election.

Ronnie was the Labour candidate for West Flintshire in the late 1950s. He knew Bessie Braddock, a fearsome battleaxe who was a leading light in Liverpool Council and then the Labour MP for Liverpool Exchange, 1945-70. Bessie Braddock was hated by many in Gwynedd because of her lack of sympathy and insulting behaviour regarding Welsh protests over the flooding of Capel Celyn in 1965 to form the Tryweryn Reservoir to supply water to Liverpool. At the time of the Tryweryn protests dear old Dafydd was a medical student in Liverpool, masquerading as a Welsh freedom fighter and was popping across to Ireland to learn at the knee of some IRA activists (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’). So Dafydd wasn’t one of those involved in Welsh activism who refused to resort to violent means. Neither did his fellow activists know that in his day job Dafydd was busy cultivating the friendship of corrupt English professionals in Liverpool whom he relied upon very heavily in later life (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

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Whilst campaigning, Ronnie shared a platform with Nye Bevan in East Flintshire and he noted in his book that paedophiles’ friend Baroness Eirene White (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) was ‘always helpful and generous’. At one point Ronnie was joined on the campaign trail in north Wales by Barbara Castle, who made a ‘rousing speech’ in Rhyl.

In 1963 Ronnie was shortlisted as the Labour candidate for Wolverhampton North East via the help of Denis Howell, the Birmingham Labour MP who was famously the Minister for Snow, Floods, Drought and then Sport under Harold Wilson. Ronnie lost out to Renee Short, who in later life proved herself to be a loyal paedophiles’ friend in the Commons (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). The other candidate was Martin Ennals,  brother of paedophiles’ friend Lord David Ennals (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). During the years in which he led Amnesty International, Martin Ennals managed to ignore some dreadful things – such as the framing and wrongful imprisonment of the Birmingham Six.

Ronnie was involved in the Labour campaigns in West Flintshire in 1964 and in East Flintshire in 1966.

In 1969 Ronnie stood for selection as the Labour candidate for Wrexham against Tom Ellis – Ronnie’s sponsor was the Wrexham solicitor Stanley Williams. By 1969 there was an abusive regime at Bryn Estyn at Wrexham and John Allen had just established the Bryn Alyn Community nearby. Tom Ellis was the Labour MP for Wrexham from 1970 and in 1981 he joined Dr Death and the gang in the SDP (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’).

All the local solicitors and MPs knew about the abuse of children at Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn.

Ronnie had yet another stab at getting into Parliament in 1970 when he stood for selection as the Labour candidate for East Flintshire. On that occasion Ronnie was supported by the TGWU and Tom Jones, the Wales regional TGWU organiser (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’), but he lost out to Barry Jones who was subsequently elected. Lord Baz as he now is had a background in teaching and the NUT and has been a loyal paedophiles’ friend over many years (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

Friendships across the political divide are not unusual, but Ronnie took this to the limit. His autobiography names scores of politicians – Liberal, Labour, defectors to the SDP and Tory, with whom he was very friendly. He was even on good terms with a few Communists and members of the Redgrave dynasty. As long as they wielded a bit of power and influence they were OK by Ronnie.

Ronnie didn’t become involved with the Labour Party until 1952 – when he was at Cambridge he was in the Cambridge University Liberal Society and made many friends there. His closest friend was Sir Robin Day and of course with Robin Day came friendships with a host of media folk. Ronnie knew many other Liberals as well – including Eric Lubbock aka Lord Avebury (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’), Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith and Clement Freud. His memories of Jeremy were that he was an ‘elegant old Etonian’, who ‘played the violin’ and was impressively close to the Lloyd George clan. Whereas most of us remember Jeremy best for standing trial for conspiring to kill his gay lover.

Ronnie and William Mars-Jones were very friendly with Lord Emlyn Hooson, another member of the Chester and Wales Circuit and Liberal MP for Montgomery, 1962-79. Alex Carlile was a member of Hooson’s Chambers – the Alex Carlile who stopped asking awkward questions about Mary Wynch and then picked up a peerage a few years later. The Hoosons were neighbours of the Mars-Jones’s in Gray’s Inn and the Hoosons’ Montgomeryshire home was close enough to Ronnie’s other friends and hang outs for him to be a regular visitor.

Emlyn Hooson was involved in the secret inquiry which was held into Jeremy Thorpe years before Thorpe stood trial for conspiracy to murder Norman. Hooson was told quite clearly by Norman Scott and a Welsh friend of Norman’s who knew Hooson that Jeremy had been a very, very naughty boy indeed whilst he was being elegant and impressing people with his violin playing (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). Hooson professed to have been horrified at Jeremy’s activities but no-one removed Jeremy from the leadership of the Liberal Party and when years later Justice Cantley, the presiding judge at Jeremy’s trial, hurled invective at Norman, Hooson didn’t say a word. Hooson remained silent when Jeremy was acquitted.

 

When Ronnie was at Cambridge, Glyn Tegai Hughes was President of the Liberal Club, who became another mate of Ronnie’s. Tegai Hughes stood as the Liberal candidate for Denbigh in 1950, 1955 and 1959. Tegai Hughes became Warden of Gregynog. Gregynog is a mansion in Powys originally owned by sisters Gwendoline and Margaret Davies, who donated it to the University of Wales in 1960 for use as a conference and arts centre. The Davies sisters were wealthy women who accumulated an impressive art collection. Ronnie’s parents knew their brother Lord David Davies of Llandinam, the Liberal MP for Montgomeryshire, 1906-29 and who was a visitor to the Waterhouse family home.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that everyone who stood for election or who was elected for Denbigh remained silent about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Nearly everybody in Denbigh were employed in jobs that were dependent upon the North Wales Hospital. There were hundreds of people banged up in there being abused but they did not have votes. The patient batterers and paedophiles’ friends did. Isn’t that right Dafydd/Paul Flynn/Ieuan Wyn Jones/Robyn Lewis and the rest of you who said not a word about the horror just a mile or so away from the town as you stuffed leaflets through people’s letter boxes emblazoned with you wearing a rosette. Not so much ‘if you want a nigger for a neighbour vote Labour’, but if you want a murderous paedophile for a neighbour vote for absolutely any of this lot, their lips are sealed.

 

I have mentioned that Mars-Jones was an enthusiastic member of the Garrick – Ronnie was also a member. As was Robin Day – Day lunched at the Garrick daily and sat on the executive committee – and of course numerous high profile people from the worlds of law and entertainment. Much of Ronnie’s life revolved around the Garrick and its members.

In 1952 Justice Croom-Johnson recommended that Ronnie should join the Garrick. In 1958 Malcolm Morris QC ‘urged’ Ronnie to join – I very much doubt that Ronnie had ignored Croom-Johnson’s advice, I suspect that the waiting list was long and that the Garrick wasn’t tripping over itself to let Ronnie in at that point. In 1962 Robin Day was allowed through the door and arranged for Ronnie to be proposed as a member by ITN editor Sir Geoffrey Cox. Ron was elected as a member in 1964. Ronnie loved the Garrick so much that when he retired and sold his London home – he wasn’t homeless, he still had a country seat in Herefordshire – if he and his wife were in London (which was frequently, there were all those important people to hobnob with after all, even in retirement and the Savoy is not to be found in Herefordshire) they lived at the Garrick for a ‘very reasonable’ rent.

Ronnie’s notion of what constitutes accommodation was flexible. The Garrick suited him and Lady Waterhouse down to the ground, but he did mention in the Waterhouse Report that children ‘leaving care’ at the age of 16 in north Wales were housed in ‘unsuitable accommodation’. Was the unsuitable accommodation a bit damp perhaps? Unheated? Er, no. According to the former kids in care, the ‘unsuitable accommodation’ in question were brothels. They left ‘care’ and were trafficked to brothels in London and Brighton. Which for the purposes of the Waterhouse Report doubled up as ‘unsuitable accommodation’. Furthermore if Ronnie really believed that those kids weren’t housed in the unsuitable accommodation until they were 16, he’s even thicker than I’ve given him credit for. They’ll have been sent to the unsuitable accommodation when they were 14 or 15 – or as soon as they had been beaten and raped into submission and Dafydd et al could be reassured that they had given up trying to escape or complaining to the police about what was happening.

But then Dafydd told people that I had lived in his ‘therapeutic community’ after he had unlawfully imprisoned me in Bryn Golau Ward with victims of the paedophile gang. Dafydd: Brown and me did have a really good laugh at that. And an even bigger laugh when, Ronnie Waterhouse-style, Dafydd’s partners in crime at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital – who admitted in writing that Dafydd was sexploiting the patients and that they suspected that Tony Francis might have been as well – obediently repeated to each other that Dafydd had really tried with me, I had even been in a therapeutic community, so that just showed that I was a complete recidivist.

 

Hanging out at the Garrick was certainly good for name-dropping purposes. Ronnie mentioned in his book that he found himself dining next to Kingsley Amis. The one who wrote ‘The Old Devils’… In May 1990, Ronnie attended a particularly big knees-up at the Garrick held for paedophiles’ friends Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe. The Commons speaker Bernard Weatherill attended and the booze up was presided over by Ronnie’s Cambridge friend Lord Jenkin of Roding aka Patrick Jenkin. Ronnie’s Cambridge buddy Peter Cooper was there.

Peter Cooper was someone who nearly came a cropper on life’s journey. Cooper had been ‘personal assistant’ to Sir Edward Hulton and Lord Tim Beaumont, but he then rashly ‘joined Sir Bernard Audley who established the market research company AGB Research plc’. AGB Research was acquired by Robert Maxwell and as with anything acquired by Cap’n Bob there was not a happy ending. Another one of Ronnie’s circle, Peter Jay – Jim Callaghan’s son-in-law – was the Cap’ns Chief of Staff, but Ronnie stresses that Jay parted company from the Cap’n in 1990. When the Cap’n went overboard and the missing millions became obvious, Peter Jay and Peter Cooper were able to reassure everyone that they knew nuzzing.

Ronnie and his friends were often at the scene of unfortunate events concerning money. Ronnie was treasurer for Middle Temple for many years and somehow in 1995 funds from Middle Temple found their way into a dodgy Bulgarian bank. Then a great deal of Middle Temple’s money was lost when Baring’s bank collapsed.

 

Another memorable celebration at the Garrick was held in 2001, to celebrate Alan King-Hamilton’s 100th birthday. King-Hamilton was the notoriously obnoxious old judge who presided over Peter Hain’s trial and insulted Peter Hain, when someone many years ago – widely presumed to be the security services – tried to fit Peter Hain up for robbing a bank. Which was about as convincing as the poison pen letter which was sent to the authorities at De Montfort University stating that Brown was a ‘known paedophile’ who had ‘committed many offences’ when he worked at Aston University, but had never been caught – so he wasn’t a ‘known’ paedophile then was he Dafydd/Elfed/Martin??? (see post ‘A Nasty, Ludicrous Poison Pen Letter’).

I’ll say that for Dafydd and the paedophiles, they’ve probably taken at least 10 years off my life with stress, but they have provided me and my friends with a great deal of entertainment.

Guests at King-Hamilton’s 100th birthday included paedophiles’ friends the Onslows (I think that might have been Michael Onslow aka Viscount Cranley and his wife), Michael and Christina Mates and Jeremy and Verna Hanley. Ronnie’s sister Sylvia and her husband John Thompson also attended. Entertainment was provided by those lame old wallies Kit and the Widow, who used to be given much air time on Radio 4. If I was Kit and the Widow I’d be really worried if I was considered to be suitable as the cabaret for the 100th birthday celebrations of a biased judge and his crooked circle of paedophiles’ friends. Jeremy Hanley knew that Sir Peter Morrison was a child molester because he told Gyles Brandreth.

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The Duke of Edinburgh is or was the Patron of the Garrick and Ronnie loved it when Phil the Greek and the other Royals turned up.

 

Ronnie’s autobiography supplies the details of some of the trials that he was involved in, including many in which Mars-Jones also played a part. Ronnie and his colleagues were certainly adept in the art of moving goalposts/flexing boundaries.

 

In 1952 Ronnie was the prosecuting barrister in a north Wales case in which his father was one of the JPs. Normally of course this would be considered completely unacceptable, but this is Ronnie and his dad who we’re talking about. No problem!!!

Another 1952 case involving Ronnie as Counsel but this time as defence took place in London. (Mars-Jones and Ronnie worked out of Mars-Jones’s London chambers but they did a huge amount of court work in north Wales among their family and friends.) Ronnie was defending a medical student at Westminster Hospital on theft charges. The medical student had got pissed, broke into the nurses’ hostel and then stolen a purse. The charges were burglary and breaking and entering with intent to steal. Ronnie contacted the Dean of the Medical School and they both agreed that although this young man really had gone a bit far, he was after all a young doctor in the making so what he didn’t wasn’t the sort of burglary and breaking and entering that plebs indulge in and well the purse had definitely gone missing and it did rather look as though he had stolen it, but it’s not really stealing is it. As for the nurse to whom he’d broken into the building to gain access, well she was most upset but the dizzy little thing probably didn’t know her own mind….

I suspect that there may have been a few incidents of this nature during Dafydd’s student days. Only Dafydd would have probably been found stark naked in the hostel as well as drunk. Not that we need to speculate about Dafydd’s youth to understand how Ronnie was able to see the good side of people. At one point in the Waterhouse Report Ronnie notes that ‘apart from the sexual assaults’ there was no evidence of violence on the part of John Allen – there was, a number of witnesses described John Allen’s explosive rages and violent assaults, but Ronnie dismissed them as liars. Furthermore Ronnie noted that John Allen was kind and generous to the boys in his care when he was told that John Allen was paying boys to have sex with him and purchased certain boys – described by the other kids in Bryn Alyn as ‘Allen’s bum boys’ – motorbikes and hifi systems.

John Allen is currently serving his third prison sentence for sexual assaults on children.

In the late 1980s when I told Jeff Crowther, the nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, that Dafydd was sexually exploiting female patients, Jeff told me that one needed evidence and although there were many stories of this nature about Dafydd, no-one had any evidence. I told Jeff that there were young female patients living in Dafydd’s house with him and that this was common knowledge. Jeff told me that a lot of people thought that Dafydd was a kind man who offered a home and employment to patients.

Jeff: Dafydd only offered homes and jobs to young female patients. He didn’t have 60 year old men living in Rhianfa, Talwrn with him.

Come forward Therese, the young woman who lived with Dafydd in Rhianfa in about 1994, your evidence is needed!!! How much did Dafydd pay you and what were your terms of employment?? Do you have your P45?? Therese was a lovely young woman and I am sure that if she really had a choice she would not have been living with a dandruff-covered nutter like Dafydd, but as Dafydd had complete control no-one ever found out whether she was living with him out of choice or whether he had destroyed her life by illegally imprisoning her in the dungeon at Denbigh and then made her the generous offer of bed n board.

 

As the proverbial fighting drunken tramps say to each other – you want a scrap Top Doctors?? Caaaame on…. I have many, many more such memories, so you just continue to tell us all that the only problem with the NHS is ‘low pay’ and ‘resources’.

 

Ronnie wasn’t one for questioning the very obviously flawed legal system within which he worked even in cases which ended in death. In 1954, paedophiles’ friend Edmund Davies QC (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Mars-Jones and Ronnie were prosecuting at the murder trial of 25 year old Ronald Harries at Carmarthen Assizes. Harries stood accused of the murder of his second cousins after they disappeared and Harries was the last person to see them. Harries maintained that he had driven them to Carmarthen Station where they caught a train for London, where they were then due to go forward elsewhere for a holiday. Ronnie explained in his book that it was the super-sleuthing of a Detective Superintendent Capstick of Scotland Yard who led the investigation that resolved the case. Capstick organised a search party of 400 farmers over an area of 80 square miles. The bodies of the missing couple were found some seven months after they had disappeared in a ‘part of a field where the kale had been planted upside down’.

How exactly does one plant kale upside down? If, after burying the bodies, Harries had planted the kale upside down – presumably he was the village idiot – with the leaves in the soil and the roots sticking up above the ground, the kale would have died within hours and not been in any fit state to conceal two corpses.

Sir Cecil Havers – whose son Michael years later as Attorney General blocked the prosecution of the diplomat Sir Peter Hayman for child sex offences – presided over the trial and Ronnie noted that a crowd of 5000, ‘mostly women’, cheered the outcome and booed Ronald Harries as he was led away to Swansea Prison.

The Case of The Upside Down Kale went to the Court of Appeal – I cannot think why, it was obviously a rock solid case – but fortunately that bastard Harries lost the appeal. The appeal was lost on the strength of ‘Capstick’s excellent report of his investigation’ which accompanied Ronnie’s brief.

Ronald Harries was hanged. That’ll teach him to plant kale upside down.

Presumably the Case of the Upside Down Kale is another one of those classics in the annals of Welsh law, along with the imprisoning of the Rev Emyr Owen of Tywyn in 1985 for cutting the penises off corpses, feeding one penis to the seagulls and injecting the other penises with hot water to make them stand up all erect-like. No severed penises were found, no corpses sans penises were produced and furthermore anyone with A level biology knows that you couldn’t induce an erection in a severed penis, by hot water or anything else. Who was the prosecuting barrister who told the court this nonsense? Step forward Huw Daniel. Now Huw, as a former biology teacher, let me explain that a penis needs to have a blood supply to become erect. Even your penis, if it were chopped off and injected with fluid, would not become erect. If indeed it ever does anyway even when it is connected to its blood supply. You might not have liked the Rev Emyr because he was dangerously gay and as a Minister and Sheriff of Caernarfon Crown Court he will have found out what the rest of you were up to, but whatever he was guilty of it was not what you told the court and for which he went to prison.

 

Ronnie was happy to stress that those in his Chambers didn’t need a body to know that someone had been murdered and indeed to work out how the ‘orrible murder had been committed. After Ronald Harries got the chop, a Polish man was convicted of the murder of his business partner at Carmarthen Assizes. There was no trace of any body and no evidence, but the Pole was a Bad Lot and everyone knew that he’d done it. Furthermore they knew how – he’d fed his partner to the pigs. You can’t argue with that. The prosecuting Counsel was Esyr Lewis, for Mars-Jones.

Esyr Lewis also gets a mention in Adam Mars-Jones’s book as a friend and neighbour of his father’s in Gray’s Inn. As a child Esyr lived in south Wales but the family moved to the north of England when he was ten. He served in the Intelligence Corps in the late 1940s. Esyr Lewis became a Deputy High Court judge.

 

In Feb 1958 Ronnie was the prosecuting counsel in a rape case at Chester Assizes – Justice Salmon was presiding and Emlyn Hooson was defending. The alleged rape had taken place in Flintshire. Ronnie noted that the alleged victim was a ‘pretty bus conductress’ and the accused ‘a less than attractive Italian immigrant’. The pretty bus conductress had left a dance with the less than attractive Italian immigrant and it was alleged that he’d raped her in a car. It was stated that the pretty bus conductress was a virgin. The problem that everybody had was that the car was considered to be too small to be the scene of a rape so there was speculation as to whether the pretty bus conductress had just regretted losing her honour to an Iti. Ronnie remarked that Justice Salmon – an ‘excellent judge’ – summed up and cast the seeds of doubt in the jury’s mind. The Iti was acquitted and the next day the pretty conductress threw herself in the River Dee and drowned.

Well Ronnie and Justice Salmon were so upset. Ronnie stressed to the readers of his book that Justice Salmon was ‘liberal and humane’ and ‘deeply affected’ by the suicide of the pretty bus conductress. Was Justice Salmon so deeply affected that he thought ‘Christ I’ve really screwed up there, I don’t want to make another mistake like that again’, resigned and then spent the rest of his life working for the Benevolent Society for Pretty Bus Conductresses Who Have Been The Victims Of Sexual Violence? No. Justice Cyril Salmon continued his career and ended up as a Lord of Appeal. Just like John Roch.

 

There were some colourful characters in north Wales. In his autobiography Ronnie explains that on one occasion he breakfasted with William Lloyd George, brother of David, THE Lloyd George. Ron enjoyed this treat whilst he was staying with William Lloyd George’s son, William Lloyd George junior, known as Wyl bach. Ronnie remembered that in the mid 1960s a judge at Chester Assizes was going to criticise Wyl bach in a civil case. So William Lloyd George senior ‘was trundled into Court the next day where he sat glaring at the judge, who was so incredulous to see this living embodiment of history that his nerve failed him and the criticisms were left unspoken’.

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

 

When Ronnie appeared in court alone, his ‘staple diet’ was personal injury cases, often for steel workers in south Wales, miners in north Wales or members of the TGWU. By the time that Ronnie was Chairing the Waterhouse Inquiry, the TGWU represented many health and social care workers.

Ronnie went one better than representing the TGWU members though. One of the solicitor’s firms which sent a lot of work Ronnie’s way was Russell Jones and Walker – who acted for the Police Federation as well as steel workers.

Ronnie undertook a lot of divorce work. So he’ll know about the Top Doctor in north Wales who gave medical evidence against his own wife, declaring her mad and unfit to have custody of the children. The Top Doctor gained custody although he had neither the time or inclination to look after the children and he hired a series of patients as nannies to look after them. His wife had left him for one of his patients, a man called Harry, who was found hanging dead after she lost custody of the children (see post ‘He Knew Far, Far Too Much’).

What was the Top Doc’s name now?? Er, a very Welsh name… Dr Ieuan Wyn Finlay??? Dr Iorwerth Jekyll??? Dr Gwilym Frankenstein??? Cannot think who it might have been…of course Ronnie might not remember the case, after all a Top Doc’s wife running away with one of his patients and then him hanging himself after she loses custody of the kids because the Top Doc has given psychiatric evidence against her is an everyday occurrence.

I expect that the Top Doc involved was a kindly man who just wanted to provide employment as nannies for some of his patients. Of course, once his wife had moved out there’d be space in the bed for a few more people as well.

Croseo i Rhianfa, employment agency and homeless shelter for nubile young women.

Sometimes I wonder if readers in England might think that I’m just making all this up. Now that I’m writing it down I can see just how extraordinary it is. No wonder ‘no-one knew’, it’s just the sort of thing that no-one would ever notice isn’t it.

 

Ronnie appeared regularly at Caernarfon Crown Court when he was a barrister, as of course did Mars-Jones. In Nov 1975 Mars-Jones was involved in a trial at Caernarfon in which defendant Norman Owen was accused of influencing a jury in a previous trial. Owen was defended by Ronnie’s mate Peter Weitzman QC. Even Ronnie admitted that the evidence against Owen was indisputable and Owen was found guilty and imprisoned. However everyone received quite a surprise when the conviction was quashed at a subsequent appeal Chaired by Lord Justice Lawton on the grounds that according to Lawton the crime with which Norman Owen was charged no longer existed. Ronnie and his colleagues were thrown into a state of confusion – because at the time that Norman Owen was charged and stood trial, the crime most definitely existed…

 

In my post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ I discussed the 1993 trial of Derek Hatton and two other Liverpool City Councillors which Ronnie presided over at Mold Crown Court. The trial was part of a much bigger police investigation into local authority corruption, Operation Cheetah, which was derailed when Ronnie acquitted Degsy and his mates. I wondered why the trial of three Liverpool City Councillors on fraud charges involving Liverpool City Council took place in Mold. Ronnie explains in his autobiography that the trial was held at Mold so as to be without prejudice. Whereas Ronnie had previously presided over the trial of Ken Dodd for tax evasion in Liverpool, Ken Dodd’s home town and the base of Ken Dodd’s fan club…

Ronnie’s book mentions that Sir Rodney Klevan QC, who defended Derek Hatton at the 1993 trial in Mold, defended in many high profile cases of murder and fraud. Sir Rodney successfully defended the ex-Liverpool goalkeeper Bruce Grobbelaar on bribery charges in 1997. Sir Rodney was leader of the Northern Circuit, 1992-95. So he was leader of the Northern Circuit shortly after his fellow judge on the Northern Circuit Sir John Kay issued an injunction against me from the High Court in Leeds of all places on the basis of the perjury of two colleagues of the paedophile gang, one of whom had never met me and one of whom had met me twice (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’).

What I didn’t realise until I read Ronnie’s autobiography was that by the time Ronnie acquitted Derek Hatton and his colleagues, Ronnie was already experienced in handling trials of Liverpool City Councillors facing corruption charges. In April 1978 Ronnie and Mars-Jones were involved in a trial in Liverpool in which Councillors stood accused of corruption, when it was discovered that the jury had received copies of the official report on the case compiled by a senior police officer. In such circumstances there should have been a retrial, but somehow Ronnie and Mars-Jones persuaded the judge Derek Hodgson not to order a retrial. The defendants were acquitted.

Sir Derek Hodgson was a Law Commissioner and the Chairman of the Howard League for Penal Reform. In his capacity as a High Court judge, he was very generous to a number of defendants, some believed rather rashly so. He failed to imprison a number of people who had committed brutal assaults and murders. Sir Derek did however deal very harshly with one defendant – Winston Silcott in 1987, when Hodgson was presiding over the trial of those accused of killing Keith Blakelock. Hodgson was aware that the alleged confession of Silcott was unsupported by other evidence, but Silcott was convicted and described as ‘evil’ by Hodgson after conviction. In 1991 Silcott was released on appeal after it was accepted that his confession had been forged by the police.

 

Ronnie’s ‘useful vehicle’ on the circuit was his steady supply of work in defending men who were under 24 and charged with unlawful sexual intercourse with a girl under 16 but over 12. Some of those cases will have involved young men having sex with their girlfriends who were not quite 16. Other cases will have been the rape of girls of 13. In the light of Ronnie’s comments and conduct at the Waterhouse Inquiry I don’t like to think of what went on in those cases with Ronnie on the loose. Ronnie’s book tells us that with regard to such cases, Lord Morris of Borth-y-Gest, the Lord of Appeal, was ‘at the summit’ of these cases in Caernarfonshire, wheras Lord Aberconway, the 2nd Baron, was ‘at the base’. Lord Aberconway had been the PPS to David Lloyd-George and was Chairman of the shipbuilders John Browne and Co and according to Ronnie was good enough to ‘weep sympathetically’ as pleas were made in mitigation. It was Lord Aberconway who was at such a loss in court that his summing up had to be prepared for him by the clerk of the peace as the case progressed and would then be handed up to him at the appropriate moment.

Another of the elements of the staple diet for Ronnie and his colleagues at the Quarter Sessions pre the 1967 breathalyser was drink driving charges. Ronnie noted that junior barristers became so good at ensuring that people were acquitted that further legislation was introduced.

 

The Chairman of Flint Magistrates, Alderman H.R. Thomas, was a longstanding Liberal friend of Ronnie’s dad. Therefore the Holywell solicitor J. Kerfoot-Roberts proposed that it should be Ronnie who would make repeated applications for a licence to sell alcohol at the New Hotel in Flint. It took a long time but the New Hotel did eventually get its licence thanks to Ronnie. The Ronnie who grew up in a family who prided themselves on being temperance and who displayed their certificate testifying to 100 years of abstinence on the wall inside their house. It was of course up to Ronnie as to whether he kept up the family tradition of temperance or not. But the logic of Kerfoot-Roberts was exactly that of whoever decided that Ronnie was to Chair the Waterhouse Inquiry – this is a man with no principles at all who is related to, or friends with, all the interested parties. He’s the man for us.

One Liverpool brewery called, most appropriately, Bents, also employed Ronnie…

 

In 1980 Ronnie presided over the Moriah Chapel case in Caernarfon – the Calvinist Methodist Chapel of Wales sued some building contractors after the Chapel burnt down. Ronnie’s mates Emlyn Hooson and David Clarke were acting as counsel. No-one seemed to know why the chapel had burnt down – it was yet another one of those inexplicable fires in north Wales – although the defence ventured an interesting theory that a bird had entered the chapel, picked up a cigarette butt, had flown around with this dog end and set the chapel alight. In the midst of the mysterious fire and the outlandish theories as to how the fire had started, after considering the case carefully Ronnie declared that whatever the cause of the fire, it had obviously been the fault of the building contractors and he therefore found in favour of the Calvinist Methodist Church, for which I am sure that the Calvinists were most grateful.

Mervyn Phillips was the Chief Executive of Clwyd County Council, 1977-92, whilst the paedophile gang made merry in the Council’s children’s homes. Mervyn was extensively involved with the Welsh Calvinist Methodists, as well as a great many other things (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinist Methodists’). Of course Ronnie will have known Mervyn.

 

In Feb 1983 Ronnie was involved in a ‘gruesome murder case’ at Caernarfon for which Ronnie’s knowledge of the socio-economic and linguistic backdrop of north Wales proved invaluable.  The defendant’s first language was Welsh and he had exercised his right to have his trial heard in Welsh. The defendant had every right to do this and people in Wales fought long and hard for this right. Neither would such a request have been at all unusual in Caernarfon. No-one actually told the defendant that he couldn’t have his trial heard in Welsh – that would have been breaking the law and Ronnie et al would never do that – but it seems that no-one tried very hard to ensure that he understood the proceedings, which it would seem were in, er, English. Ronnie wasn’t that concerned because he pointed out that the defendant had been held at Risley Remand Centre ‘for so long’ that ‘he had become accustomed to speaking English rather than Welsh’. Ronnie observed that after the trial which was held in a foreign language the defendant was ‘rightly convicted of murder’ and sentenced to life imprisonment.

In 1983, the screws at Risley Remand Centre were notorious for inflicting gratuitous violence upon the inmates; for refusing to ensure that Welsh speaking inmates could understand what was being said; and for doing deals with corrupt police officers and lawyers in which prisoners were framed. Prisoners knew when this might be going on because they found that they were spending inordinately long periods of time in Risley, as their cases were inexplicably repeatedly adjourned or charges were altered. People I know who were in Risley spoke of hearing the screams of the other prisoners at night as they were beaten up by the warders and one man whom I met in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh described how he was sharing a cell with a suicidal man who began his final successful suicide bid when they were in the cell together. The Denbigh patient rang and rang for the warders but no-one answered. He then spent a considerable period of time in the cell with the corpse. I was told by other people who had been in Risley that the warders ‘never’ answered the bell no matter how serious the situation. It was policy not to answer.

Risley was the domain of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends.

Ronnie’s book mentioned something that I was unaware of – that those providing the interpretation for Welsh language court hearings were often Nonconformist Ministers. The sort of dispossessed people from Gwynedd who ended up in the clutches of Risley Remand Centre very often spoke Welsh and spoke it far better than English but were not very good at reading and writing Welsh. They certainly would not usually have the literary proficiency in Welsh that a Nonconformist Minister would have. The difference in their abilities would often be so great that the interpreter, if he was unscrupulous, would be able to substantially mislead the defendant…

 

No wonder Huw Daniel ensured that the Rev Emyr Owen went to prison for crimes so bizarre that no-one would ever listen to a word that Emyr said again.

 

 

The head of Ronnie’s Chambers at one time was Gerald Thesiger QC, the cousin of Wilfred Thesiger, the last of the Great Imperial Explorers. Ronnie himself became head of Chambers in 1975.

Lord Morris of Borth-y-Gest was another member of Ronnie’s Chambers and other tenants included John Roch, as well as Lord Gareth Williams of Mostyn – a very good friend of the paedophiles who was Attorney General under Blair, 1999-2001 (see post ‘People With Energy’) – Gerard Elias QC, who assisted old Ronnie at the Waterhouse Inquiry and Patrick Harrington. One of the juniors in the Chambers was H.J. Baxter, a County Court judge who had served as a Lt Col in the Intelligence Corps during WWII. As did a number of those who protected Dafydd and the paedophiles. Baxter shared a room in Chambers with Anthony Barrowclough, who was appointed the first Parliamentary Ombudsman in 1985.

Ronnie Waterhouse became a QC in 1969, the same year as Mars-Jones became a judge. The appointments will have been made by Lord Gerald Gardiner, Lord Chancellor under Harold Wilson.

 

William Mars-Jones’s wife Sheila was also a barrister who was a reporter for ‘The Times’ and ‘Weekly Law Reports’. Sheila was also Chair of the London Rent Tribunals.

William Mars-Jones was a good friend of paedophiles’ friend barrister Peter Thomas, Conservative MP for Conway and then Hendon South and Secretary of State for Wales throughout Ted Heath’s Gov’t (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Peter Thomas was brought up in Denbighshire.

 

Adam’s Mars-Jones reminds us in his book ‘Kid Gloves’ that his father had a reputation for hating police corruption and the porn industry. Huw Daniel had exactly the same reputation – but I know that Huw didn’t always act on his publicly pronounced principles…

Adam discusses his father’s reputation for ‘charm’ and ‘charisma’ and observes that in reality his father often behaved in a rather lame, witless way and not just in the company of his family. He noticed that nonetheless people who were not family members would continue to fall around laughing and maintain the myth that William Mars-Jones was something special when the evidence was in front of them at that very moment that he wasn’t. Adam states that it was as if his father was constantly in a game of ‘Simon Says’, except that his father didn’t need to do the ‘Simon Says’ bit – ‘he just said things and people surrendered all resistance’.

I’ve taken a bit of interest in people who are described in the sort of terms that Adam’s father was, because a number of the paedophiles’ friends – including Dafydd – were regularly described in such terms in north Wales. Now there are some people who do have charisma and charm and can dupe people, but believe me, Dafydd was not one of them. There was only one reason why no-one was prepared to discuss Dafydd’s ludicrous yet very unacceptable conduct in realistic terms – they were frightened of him because they knew that he was very, very nasty with equally nasty associates. No-one who met Dafydd really found him charming – if he was trying to be nice he was a creep and a ham and when there were no witnesses about he was frankly intimidating. People who could not deny Dafydd’s excesses took refuge in statements about him being ‘eccentric’. No, eccentric people simply pursue their own path with little regard for social convention – they don’t run sex trafficking gangs.

Dafydd’s mate and protector Professor Robert Owen was described in his obituaries as ‘charming’ with an ability to ‘persuade people to do things without them realising it’. When I met Professor Owen he was indeed charming and he gave every impression of being very unhappy with what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and being determined to get to the bottom of it. That was why I agreed to the terms of his inquiry. What I didn’t know was that Professor Owen was a liar – he was a friend of Dafydd’s, a friend of Tony Francis’s, a friend of Robert Bluglass’s and indeed was well networked into the whole paedophile gang.  If I really wanted to, I could lie through my teeth and mislead people as well, but I wouldn’t mistake this for having special qualities – particularly if I was in a senior position professionally and able to end the careers of anyone who crossed my path.

It’s no great mystery Adam – they were a bunch of ruthless, white collar crooks who mixed in circles of vacuous, unprincipled, rather weak people. Your father was feared because innocent people knew that they could be framed and imprisoned and those who were Top Doctors had the ultimate weapon – when you get ill, we will not treat you no matter how serious your condition. This was what happened to me and to other people who challenged them. People were left with agonising conditions (for which the Top Docs themselves rushed straight to the opiates if they were afflicted) and were refused all care and treatment. The Top Docs have done their worst to me and good friends of mine for 30 years now – they didn’t predict that we would arrive at the place satirised in Monty Python’s Life Of Brian, where the man is about to be stoned to death for saying ‘Jehova’ and John Cleese tells him that he’ll make it worse for himself if he says ‘Jehova’ again. So the man yells ‘how can it be worse, I’m going to be stoned to death, Jehova, Jehova, Jehova’.

You idiots Top Docs – some of my friends are dead, I’ve been refused treatment for the only three serious conditions that I have ever had and was left to die on each occasion, Brown and another witness were left in agony for days when they had kidney stones and ended up piddling the stone out a la the Middle Ages and there have been repeated attempts to imprison me. So now you’ve got this blog.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova.

 

Adam’s book mentions the John Vassall spying case which severely embarrassed the Macmillan Gov’t until the Profumo Affair eclipsed it. Vassall was a gay civil servant who was blackmailed into spying for the Soviet Union for a number of years in the 1950s and 60s. Vassall worked at the Admiralty in the Naval Intelligence Division and then in the Private Office of Tam Galbraith, a Tory politician and Civil Lord of the Admiralty. After letters from Galbraith were found in Vassall’s possession, there was rumour and speculation that Galbraith and Vassall were involved sexually and that Galbraith might have shielded Vassall. A committee of civil servants investigated and cleared Galbraith but no-one was very convinced so the PM ordered another inquiry which concluded that no-one at all in any senior position had assisted Vassall.

Earlier in his career Tam Galbraith had served in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve along with the best of them…

Tam Galbraith was the Tory MP for Glashow Hillhead, 1948-82. His death triggered the by-election which saw paedophiles’ friend and mentor to Tony Blair Roy Jenkins became the SDP member for Hillhead.

 

After he was released from prison in 1972, John Vassall changed his name and lived in St John’s Wood – which was where Ronnie Waterhouse lived – and worked for a firm of solicitors at Gray’s Inn. Mars-Jones was a member of Gray’s Inn and lived in a Gray’s Inn apartment. Vassall died after suffering a heart attack on a London bus. In Nov 1996. Just after Ronnie opened the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

After William Mars-Jones died, when Adam sorted through his possessions he found a few memorable objects. One was a gift that a defendant had given William after William had successfully defended him on charges related to crimes involving steel, although the evidence against the defendant had been substantial. The defendant had sent Mars-Jones a gift made of steel engraved with the slogan ‘in appreciation of the preservation of my stainless character’. Adam also found an over-the-top Christmas card that Sheikh Ahmad Yamani, the Saudi oil Minister, had given William Mars-Jones in 1984. Adam was perplexed because he was unaware that his father had known Sheikh Yamani.

Sheikh Yamani does however seem to have had a few dealings with people in Wales. George Thomas became friendly with him in 1977 and the Sheikh subsequently flew Thomas and Thomas’s dodgy money lender friend Julian Hodge around in the Sheikh’s private jet (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

William Mars-Jones was friends with Philip Yorke, the last ‘squire’ of Erddig, the stately home near Wrexham which is now in the hands of the National Trust.

Whereas Ronnie was Treasurer of Middle Temple, Mars-Jones was Treasurer of Gray’s Inn.

Another associate of Mars-Jones’s was Sir Edward Gardner QC. Gardner was a resident of Gray’s Inn who had the required CV – he had served in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve and had spent many years as a Tory MP. Gardner was for 25 years a Governor of the Thomas Coram Foundation for Children, which acted as a magnet for paedophiles’ friends.

Adam Mars-Jones mentions the Preacher of Gray’s Inn, the Rev Roger Holloway. The Rev Roger was a rather unusual Rev. Roger Holloway went to Eastbourne College and then spent his national service in Kenya during the Emergency. Roger shot a Mau Mau insurgent whom he came across in a forest at night dead and did the same to a buffalo. Holloway brought the buffalo’s head back to the UK with him and had it mounted above his bed in his London flat. Holloway spent time as a big game hunter and also worked for Pfizer as a salesman and brand manager, flogging the slimming range Limmits. In 1960 he joined the advertising agency Robert Sharpe and Partners, managing the Players and Unilever accounts. In 1963 he embarked on a long career in the wine business when he joined the Charrington United Breweries Group (later Bass Charrington). He then moved to Jardine Matheson and was MD of its wines and spirits division, 1982-88.

By this time Holloway had become actively engaged in the Church. A protégé of his friend Robert Runcie, he was ordained a priest by the Archbishop at Lambeth Palace in 1981. He served as a ‘worker-priest’ at St John’s Cathedral in Hong Kong, the Anglican church in Tokyo and at the US Central Intelligence and National Security Agency facilities in Asia.

In 1988 Holloway returned to London. As Priest-Vicar at St Margaret’s, Westminster, he took his turn at prayers in the House of Commons, where he became a favourite of the then Speaker Betty Boothroyd. He combined this role with the duties of appeals Director of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and Director of the Industrial Christian Fellowship. Holloway will have been aware of the scams within the Imperial Cancer Research Fund which erupted in the form of the Bristol Cancer Centre/Chilvers Report Scandal in 1990 (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’).

In 1997 Holloway was elected Preacher (effectively Chaplain) to Gray’s Inn, continuing in this post until his death in 2010.

William Mars-Jones knew Sir Hildreth Glyn-Jones, who had qualified as a pharmacist before practising as a barrister. Glyn-Jones was leader of the Chester and Wales Circuit in the mid-1940s and a Recorder of Cardiff in the late 1940s/early 1950s. He became a High Court judge and after he retired he became a Fellow of the Royal Pharmaceutical Society in 1975.

 

Ronnie worked with a number of junior barristers who later became even more well-known than the rest of Ronnie’s friends and colleagues. In 1977 Ronnie was working on a case with his junior Derry Irvine, who in turn rolled up with his two juniors, a Cherie Booth and a Tony Blair. Ronnie was mates with George Carman QC anyway, the crooked barrister (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’) whom Tony Blair worked for. Ronnie was good friends with Derry Irvine and Derry’s wife Alison (who later left Derry Irvine for Donald Dewar) and in 1978 Ronnie holidayed in a French chateau located near to where Alison and Derry Irvine were also holidaying.

When Ronnie nipped over to Hong Kong in 1997 for a break to relieve the tedium of listening to the witnesses during the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘Mr Thomas Waterhouse – An Apology’) he ended up having tea and a chat with the Governor, one Chris Patten and his wife Lavender. Derry had a hand in organising the jaunt.

Lavender was later a Patron of Prof Mark Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre. As if being Patron of a Centre built on the back of a research fraud committed by a paedophiles’ friend wasn’t sufficient (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’), Lavender was Patron whilst her husband was Chancellor of Oxford University – which employed Mark Williams and hosted his Centre…

 

 

Whereas William Mars-Jones was a good friend of Ronnie’s who exerted great influence in north Wales, Ronnie also had a mate who was revered and feared in south Wales – Leo Abse, the lawyer who was the Labour MP for Pontypool and then Torfaen for decades. Abse was one of Ronnie’s neighbours in north London and Ronnie was friendly enough with him to go on holiday to the south of Italy with Abse and his wife Marjory. They were joined by Thatcher’s mate Woodrow Wyatt and his wife Verushka (see post ‘An Appalling Vista’); Kingsley Amis’s wife; Roy Jenkins and Bill Rodgers; Robin Day. Peregrine Worsthorne joined in the party – he stayed at the Abse’s place.

Peregrine Worsthorne spent many years working at the Telegraph and for many years edited ‘The Sunday Telegraph’ where he published opinions that were not usually found even in ‘The Sunday Telegraph’. A memorable column of Perry’s argued that working class people should not be allowed to enter universities – this was many years before ‘widening participation’ – because it would give them a glimpse of a lifestyle to which they could never aspire and they’d become all resentful and rebellious. Before Perry points at me as a prime example, I’ll remind him that I only went off the rails when I discovered that a great many Top Docs and others were concealing organised crime. I wasn’t exactly a Conservative voter before that, but to be honest Perry, I didn’t imagine that I would ever one day publish something like this blog…

In recent years Perry has become a figure of fun because after many years of loyal service railing against homosexuality, Perry has provided detailed descriptions of his homosexual encounters at Stowe School with, I think, George Melly.

Perry defended the conduct of Pinochet’s forces in the 1973 Chilean coup, and wrote that he hoped the British Army would launch a coup in Britain if a radical minority socialist government should ever enter power.

 

Ronnie Waterhouse obviously found Sicily to his liking, he crashed out there again in 2003 with Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe and David and Anna Skeggs. Dr David Skeggs was an oncologist who studied at Oxford and Barts. He did his national service with the Royal Navy and then returned to Barts to work. Skeggs was Director of the Radiology Centre at the Royal Free Hospital, 1964-88. After Skeggs left the NHS he became Director of Radiotherapy at the private Cromwell Hospital.

In 1997, following revelations that some women with breast and cervical cancers were being given substandard radiotherapy treatments at some hospitals, Skeggs appeared on ‘Panorama’ to help draw attention to a problem which he regarded as wholly avoidable. Although Skeggs will have known that this was happening for years…

The pressure group RAGE (Radiotherapy Action Group Exposure) had been fighting for compensation for patients with radiation-induced injuries for several years, and Skeggs explained that he had decided to speak out because he felt that ‘somebody in the medical establishment has got to stand up and speak for them’. Not that Skeggs had ever done so previously.

In retirement, Skeggs directed his energies to supporting the UCL Cancer Institute Research Trust as a Trustee and, from 2006, as Chairman. He played a major role in raising £4 million for a special facility for patients taking part in clinical trials of new treatments for cancer and led the charity in developing facilities at the new UCL Cancer Institute in Bloomsbury and at the college’s Royal Free Hospital campus. Whilst he knew that the research fraud and ineffective treatment of patients was continuing.

 

Ronnie Waterhouse also took holidays with Leon and Diana Brittan.

Ronnie acquired a taste for indulgent holidays years before he joined the Cosa Nostra on a regular basis – his book mentions a ‘sybaritic summer holiday’ in the south of France that he took in 1957, with the Hoosons and Robin Day – they were joined by the BBC producer John Danvers.

 

In 1971-72 Ronnie was involved in an action for slander involving Leo Abse, in which Leon Brittan, Ronnie’s junior, was defending. Leon Brittan worked as Ronnie’s junior again in 1976 when Arthur Scargill sued the ‘Sheffield Star’ for libel.

I have blogged about Leo Abse previously – he was an unpleasant aggressive man who was a lifelong friend of George Thomas and concealed George Thomas’s child molesting ways by resorting to bribery and intimidation when necessary (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Leo Abse has been the subject of an investigation into historical child abuse himself and he was someone whose writings and conduct were very obviously questionable at times, but I would imagine that as in the case of William Mars-Jones, a lot of people were just far too frightened of Abse to state the obvious.

Abse came from a legal family which also numbered among its members psychoanalysts and Top Doctors – the most famous being Danny Abse – and Abse had a big interest in psychoanalysis himself. Leo Abse did sometimes use psychoanalytic theory to make some interesting observations, but he very obviously also used the Top Docs ploy and utilised psychoanalytic theory to excuse himself or simply to throw mud at his opponents.

I have just finished reading Abse’s volume ‘Tony Blair: The Man Behind The Smile’. Not only does Abse extrapolate to ridiculous lengths on the basis of the limited information that Blair has made publicly available about his early life, but Abse really chucks the abuse about on the grounds of Blair and Cherie’s allegedly ‘dysfunctional’ families. This is a man who was close friends over decades with a brutal, lying child molester – but George Thomas was, Abse tells, us a pure Christian soul with noble motivations who was burdened by being gay.

A further irony is the amount of time in ‘Tony Blair: The Man Behind The Smile’ that Abse devotes to ‘perverts’ – he seems to be referring to sado-masochists. Give me a sado-masochist over a child molester any day Leo. Abse bangs on at length about narcissists – like Blair was at university according to Abse – who grow their hair long and wear colourful ridiculous clothes (in Blair’s case, purple loons). As I was reading this, my first thought was that long hair and colourful loons were standard issue for young people of Blair’s generation and then I remembered that one Leo Abse was well-known for his highly decorative coloured waistcoats – very nice waistcoats in fact. Abse had obviously foreseen the charges of hypocrisy – he explained that his bright waistcoats weren’t a sign of narcissism, that was just everybody else’s coloured waistcoats. No, Leo’s coloured waistcoats were a sign of him expressing his individuality and rebellion on Budget Day…

Leo continues in this vein throughout the book. Everybody else’s family traumas – even ones that aren’t the result of any perceived moral failing such as Blair’s dad’s stroke – allegedly result in damaged, deranged children who grow up to be seriously inadequate people who cannot be trusted on any matter. Even the photo that Cherie issued of her holding her own baby Leo as a newborn demonstrates that Cherie is a crazed nutter who as a mother cannot sacrifice her own needs for the sake of her baby. I too am of the opinion that Cherie is a bit mad but I didn’t draw that conclusion from Cherie having her photo taken with the new baby – I think that is a fairly popular past time among new mothers.

Leo Abse really does rival Dafydd et al in his book. Questionable psychoanalytic theory is used to discredit the actions and motives of absolutely everybody else, yet the same theory is used to put a positive spin on everything that Leo did – some of which was pretty sordid.

I did however discover something informative but deeply worrying from Leo’s book. That he was a member of the Houghton Committee, whose deliberations led to the Children Act of 1975. Anyone who has known anything about the harsh reality of the UK’s children’s/child protection services over the past few decades has looked on aghast as more and more power has been given to an endemically corrupt, chaotic state system dogged by a major problem with gangs of organised child abusers operating within its ranks. As the years pass with yet more admissions of ‘God there is one hell of a problem here and it is not with inadequate parents’ and the most dreadful first hand tales from kids who grew up in ‘care’ regarding what was done to them whilst they were in ‘care’ continue, legislative changes removing more and more rights from biological parents continue apace, with the people drafting the legislation urging that social workers and Top Doctors should be ‘listened to’. Those of us who have been on the receiving end of those professions respond by wondering whether the politicians/judges making these utterances have ever met one of the social workers or Top Docs in whose opinion they have so much faith.

 

It seems that the rot began with – or was certainly accelerated by – paedophiles’ friend Leo Abse. In 1967 Harold Wilson appointed Jim Callaghan as Home Secretary. Abse, as a result of his concern for children without two stable parents, persuaded Callaghan to establish an advisory committee to deal with this matter, with Abse as a member. Abse had previously set up an all party group of MPs ‘committed to pressurising the Home Office’ to reviewing the adoption and fostering laws.

Abse knew that at that time, fostering and adoption arrangements in the UK were ramshackle. Arrangements were frequently made privately between individuals, or by gynaecologists or hospital matrons and screening procedures by adoption societies frequently involved no more than ensuring that the prospective adoptive parents were of the desired religious denomination. I know of several instances in which mothers were undoubtedly coerced into handing over babies whom they desperately wanted to keep. Not only unmarried mothers either – I know of a case in the mid-1970s in which a pregnant woman in her late 20s from north Wales was banged up in Denbigh and then taken to the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’) to give birth. The baby was unlawfully removed from her by the combined forces of her own mother, the staff of St David’s Laundry and dear old Dafydd et al. The reason? She had left her husband and refused to go back to him when her family ordered her to. This lady then spent the rest of her life as a ‘community psychiatric patient’ under the ‘care of’ the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team – as did a daughter to whom she subsequently gave birth. I knew many of the details because I was friendly with her some 17 years ago. Where is she now? She’s dead of course. She was found dead just about the time that the Waterhouse Report was published…

So Abse knew that this sort of thing was going on – rampant abuse on the part of professional people. So who did Callaghan/Abse ensure were the members of the Houghton Committee? The very people who had carried out the abuses of vulnerable pregnant women – ‘for politically correct reasons, one Tory MP…the other members all already had, as directors of social service departments or adoption societies, as paediatricians, child psychiatrists or jurists, considerable fieldwork experience in adoption’.

If Leo Abse had wanted to increase the abuses in the system he could not have done better. By the time that the Committee was established, paedophiles had infiltrated most of the social services depts in the UK and many of the gangs were linked. The Committee was Chaired by Sir William Houghton. William Houghton worked for ILEA – which had been infiltrated by paedophiles…

The Houghton Committee sat for three years, ‘taking evidence’ and then ‘produced a unanimous report’. William Houghton himself died during that time.

After Abse et al had produced their report with recommendations, Abse wanted action and quickly. So her persuaded Dr David Owen – Dr Death was still a back bencher at the time – to sponsor an Adoption Bill. According to Abse, he approached Dr Death because Dr Death had been fortunate enough to have drawn in the Private Members ballot the right to have time to introduce a bill. Not only was Dr Death up for playing ball, but Abse, Dr Death et al got their act together to such an extent that they had their legislation ready and waiting for the incoming Labour Gov’t when Heath’s administration fell. Bills usually fell by the wayside with a change of Gov’t – not this one. The incoming Labour Gov’t took it up and it reached the statute book as the Children’s Act of 1975.

 

On the basis of Abse’s account, there seems to have been a great many fortuitous events involved in all this. Abse just happened to have set up an all party group just before Jim Callaghan just happened to be appointed as Home Secretary, who just happened to be receptive to Abse’s request and then Dr Death was up for grabs as soon as Abse’s Committee of paedophiles’ friends had written their Report. Even a change of Gov’t didn’t disrupt the process – the new (Labour) Gov’t took up the Bill and within months, bingo, Abse and the paedophiles’ friends were home and dry.

 

I have no idea how many of those involved in this were ‘charmed’ by the ‘charismatic’ Leo Abse or how many were intimidated by this deeply unpleasant man into following his orders.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that John Allen set up the Bryn Alyn Community in 1968 and by the mid-1970s business was booming. Allen’s venture was followed by a number of other people arriving in north Wales in possession of enough money to buy isolated old buildings for use as children’s homes or residential schools. The kids housed in those establishments will have been housed there under the Children’s Act 1975…

I have previously wondered who was behind the business model which underpinned the Great North Wales Children’s Home Boom. John Allen came from Ipswich in Suffolk, so he had been on the turf of Dr J.G. Howells, the paedophiles’ friend who pioneered ‘family therapy’.

Howells was originally from Anglesey and studied first at King’s College, London and then at Charing Cross Medical School. He served in Germany as a medical officer to the Northamptonshire Regiment. Theological training led to the award of the AKC, coincident with his medical training.

After training at the National Hospital, London in neurology, Howells trained at the Maudsley Hospital in psychiatry, where he worked for a period in the psychoanalytical unit. He left the Maudsley disillusioned with psychoanalysis in the hope of being able to practice a different psychopathology elsewhere. This was at the inception of the NHS when innovation was encouraged and Howells set up his unit in a general hospital in Ipswich. Howells was the Director of the Institute of Family Psychiatry at Ipswich, 1950-85. The Institute was affiliated to the University of Cambridge and formed part of the postgraduate medical education of that university.

Throughout Howells’s career he sat on numerous influential NHS, professional and academic committees including the East Anglian Regional Hospital Board (1965-74), the Faculty Board of the University of Cambridge Clinical Medical School, the British Medical Association Psychological Medicine Committee and the Council of the Royal Medical Psychological Association. Howells served as Secretary and Editor of the Society of Clinical Psychiatrists.

Howells lectured all over the world, sharing platforms a with many significant individuals of his time, including Benjamin Spock and A.S. Neil. He was a council member of the World Psychiatric Association. The American Psychiatric Association appointed him a distinguished fellow and many American universities offered him chairs. Yale University even offered to transport his whole research team to the US.

Howells was a key figure in the establishment of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, along with Sir Martin Roth and that enormous inexplicable loan from Marks & Spencer (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’).

J.G. Howells will have known Dafydd and many of those who protected Dafydd and he will almost certainly have known Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’) and perhaps Tuppence’s wife – Lady Mary Archer – as well (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

 

My suspicions as to who formulated the business plan behind the Great North Wales Children’s Home Boom are increasing… However it certainly never occurred to me that it was Leo Abse who was the driving force behind the legislation which made it all possible.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

 

In ‘Tony Blair: Behind The Smile’, Abse makes reference to dining at Number 10 with Callaghan and his wife Audrey.  Abse approves of Audrey – in his opinion she’s everything that Abse thinks that a woman should be, just a nothing really. I don’t know how fond of Leo Abse Callaghan and his wife really were though. Callaghan did not like Abse’s child molesting mate George Thomas one bit – Callaghan knew of Thomas’s ways, as did most other people in politics in south Wales. However, George Thomas did get on very well with Harold Wilson. It was Harold Wilson who moved Callaghan from the post of Chancellor of the Exchequer to that of Home Secretary in 1967. At that time Bryn Estyn was still managed directly by the Home Office – Callaghan was one of the Home Secretaries who concealed the abuse of the boys there.

 

Audrey Callaghan was derisively named ‘the Yorkshire Pudding’ on account of her not prancing about like Posh Spice. However she had rather more about her than is widely publicised. In 1959 Audrey was elected as the member for Lewisham for the London County Council. She took a special interest in children’s homes and in the Children’s Committee. From 1964 she was an Alderman of the GLC and Chairman of Lewisham Council’s Children’s Committee, where she was an Alderman when the GLC was abolished. Audrey was Chair of Governors for GOSH (Great Ormond Street Hospital), 1969-82 and Chair of the Hospital’s Special Trustees, 1948-90. She was a fundraiser for GOSH for 30 years and for 15 years until 1999 was a Trustee of the Wishing Well Appeal. The spectre of Jimmy Savile looms large.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

In 1987 Jim Callaghan became Lord Callaghan and he and Audrey retired to their farm in East Sussex. They supported causes related to the University College of Swansea, of which Callaghan was President.

The Callaghan’s daughter Baroness Margaret Jay was a good friend to the paedophiles and became a Health Spokesman and Minister for Wimmin under Blair (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’).

 

Whilst Leo Abse and the paedophiles’ friends sat on the Houghton Committee, the paedophile who was Abse’s friend, George Thomas, was Secretary of State for Wales. In this capacity Thomas concealed the abuse of children in north Wales. George Thomas was succeeded as Secretary of State for Wales in 1970 by William Mars-Jones’s mate Peter Thomas – who concealed the abuse of children in north Wales, as did every other Secretary of State for Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

It was in 1969 whilst George Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales when the responsibilities of the Welsh Office were extended to include Health and Social Services. One year after John Allen set up the Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales…

 

Leo Abse did of course have previous for successfully getting legislation through Parliament. It was Leo Abse who sponsored the private member’s bill after Harold Wilson won the 1966 General Election which was supported by Home Secretary Roy Jenkins – another paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’) and led to the Sexual Offences Act 1967 and the partial decriminalisation of male homosexuality.

The irony was that years after Leo Abse’s efforts succeeded in decriminalising homosexuality, up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Dafydd and Gwynne were inflicting their own special brand of torture on adult gay men in the name of ‘aversion therapy’. Whilst they ran a sex abuse ring whose activities included concealing child abuse and trafficking the children who were in care – thanks to the Children Act 1975 – into gay sex work…

 

Either Leo Abse was working very hard to engineer a situation in which adult gay men with a predatory nature could have sex with coerced teenaged boys or Leo Abse was a very confused man.

Leo Abse was succeeded as the Labour MP for Torfaen by Paul Murphy. Blair had appointed Paul Murphy as Secretary of State for Wales by the time that Ronnie completed the Waterhouse Report and it was Paul Murphy who took receipt of the Report and declared himself to be delighted that a transparent and through investigation had been conducted with not an element of a cover-up. Before becoming an MP, Paul Murphy had spent many years as a Councillor in Torfaen. He knew Abse well.

 

Leo’s friend Ronnie Waterhouse did a bit of trailblazing for sexual liberation himself. Interestingly, Adam Mars-Jones’s book tells us that it was Ronnie Waterhouse who spent much time trying to enlighten William Mars-Jones – unsuccessfully – re homosexuality.

In 1965 Ronnie was instructed by the solicitors Lawford and Co to act in a case for the Albany Trust. The Albany Trust began life as a respectable charity whose work complemented that of the Homosexual Law Reform Society. When male homosexuality was partially decriminalised in 1967, the Albany Trust metamorphosed into an educational and counselling organisation, including developing sex education. The Albany Trust rather lost its way and was brought into disrepute when it produced literature in collaboration with paedophiles’ rights groups PIE and PAL. In the 1980s, the Home Office whilst Ronnie’s friend Leon Brittan was Home Secretary, funded the Albany Trust to carry out some questionable ‘research’.

 

I mentioned in my post ‘Pets Win Prizes’ that within days of the Jillings Report being submitted – the Jillings Investigation being the first external inquiry into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’) – Clwyd County Council was dissolved in a local authority reorganisation by the Local Gov’t Boundary Commission.

Ronnie Waterhouse joined the Boundary Commission in 1972 and reviewed boundaries across the whole of Wales for the next four years. Ronnie stated that a ‘most influential fellow member’ was Dr Elwyn Davies, who was Secretary of the Council for the University of Wales for many years, then the Welsh Secretary for Education and then in 1977 was appointed as the President of the National Library of Wales. Other members included Winifred Matthias, the former Tory Lord Mayor of Cardiff and Bill Coleman, a Labour Councillor from Gelligaer.

In 1974, veteran paedophiles’ friend Lord John Morris – whom Blair brought out of mothballs and appointed as Attorney General when Blair was elected as PM in 1997 – asked Ronnie to take over the Chairmanship of the Boundary Commission for Wales. Morris had been a pupil in Ronnie’s Chambers. William Mars-Jones’s mate Lord Peter Thomas, John Morris’s predecessor, had appointed the members of the Boundary Commission, but Morris was able to either accept or reject them. The Deputy Chairman of the Commission was Michael Gibbon QC – who was godfather to Ronnie’s daughter Laura. Gibbon – who became a senior circuit judge and recorder of Cardiff – succeeded Ronnie as Chairman of the Boundary Commission in 1978. Gibbon is a member of the Council of the Honourable Society of Cymmrodorion. He lives in London and works from Chambers there, but his family are from south Wales. His wife Amanda’s parents farm in mid-Wales. Much of Gibbon’s work at the Bar has involved representing Gov’t Depts. Probably when they have flouted the law or harmed citizens.

I highly recommend readers to pay a quick visit to the website of the Honourable Society of Cymmorodorion. The entire Society is composed of members of the Royal Family or paedophiles’ friends.

 

 

After all that bad publicity when the Tawel Fan Scandal reared its head again last week, I was expecting a TV programme about some wonderful aspect of life in Gwynedd or perhaps an announcement that a ‘research team’ based at the Betsi has scored another first. I was not disappointed – BBC News Wales online are reporting that cancer time waiting lists in Wales are the best in the UK! Which does not explain why the clinical outcomes are far from the best in the UK…

In the light of the paedophiles’ friends continuing the PR war, I’ll name a few more sinners.

Caaaaam on….

 

Ruhi Behi, the former Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University. Behi was an Angel from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh who went to UCNW to do a psychology degree. Behi did emerge with a degree but students on his course were convinced that he had obtained it fraudulently. Not only did they never see Behi in lectures, but he was also working as an Angel in the C&A Hospital in Bangor throughout the whole time. Two of the psychology students were watching carefully and they are convinced that someone else was attending the course and sat finals in Behi’s name. This was back in the 1980s and such practices were known to have happened at Aston University at the time, although in the case of Aston it had involved some wealthy students from the Middle East who had sent their servants over to Aston to undertake their degrees for them. The attitude of the Top Docs and Angels at Denbigh was so dreadful that they’d have had no problem using the services of servants. In fact Dafydd did so regularly…

When Head of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor, Behi presided over an appalling regime of homophobia and – ironically – racist bullying. I was told stories of overseas students being told that they ‘smelt’ so much that it was necessary to lock them outside of shared offices and of ethnic minority students on placement at Wrexham travelling miles to submit course work, only to be told by vindictive staff when they arrived that ‘the office is closed now’, the decision to close having been taken as soon as the student was seen approaching the building.

Many staff and students simply left the School of Healthcare Sciences in a hurry without explanation but a number did try to make representation about the appalling conduct of Behi and some of his colleagues. I knew two people who knew one of those who did try to raise the alarm very well. She was a young woman who was doing a PhD in that School who was effectively driven to a nervous breakdown by her PhD supervisor. This young woman couldn’t understand why there had been no response to her complaints. She eventually left with no resolution and after a period of illness, took up a job in Liverpool. I was told that she left ‘feeling very bad about her time in Bangor’. After the student left, the PhD supervisor concerned stated that her student had been ‘like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights’. A colleague observed that therefore the main beam should have been switched off.

The PhD student who followed in the footsteps of the frightened rabbit was treated just as badly by the same supervisor. This supervisor wrote derogatory – and factually inaccurate – comments about the PhD student’s work (I saw the documents concerned). This PhD student also had a breakdown and left without completing his PhD. Before he withdrew, I accompanied him to a meeting in the University HR Dept during which his supervisor’s conduct was explained in detail. We were told that the supervisor was known to be a problem but we were warned that if the student made a formal complaint, the PhD supervisor would make a counter-allegation – she had told a number of her colleagues that she wanted to leave Bangor University and if possible she wanted a payout before she left. There was double trouble because this woman’s husband was also in dispute with Bangor University, having recently left his job there to join Glyndwr University.

The PhD supervisor concerned did leave, to take up a post of Chair of Nursing in Glyndwr University. She left Bangor at the same time as one of her colleagues, who was responsible for postgraduate students. When he left, a stack of letters was found in his old office – complaining about the dreadful conduct of the now Chair of Nursing at Glyndwr University. None of the very serious complaints had been dealt with.

So who was this Professorial Angel who induced breakdowns in PhD students and whom the University did not dare challenge for fear that she would make counter-allegations against the students if she was challenged?

Step forward Professor Fiona Irvine, who is now Head of Nursing at Birmingham University and a specialist in ‘end of life care’ no less. Fiona certainly ended a few academic lives when she was at Bangor. She left behind a trail of damaged students who had been reduced to jelly. Particularly one clever young Welshman whom Fiona LOATHED because he was bright and could see that academically she could not cut the mustard.

Fiona Irvine was involved in community nursing in north Wales. She will have known about the abuse of children and mental health patients.

Irvine began life as an Angel at Hammersmith Hospital in the 1980s. So she will have witnessed the malpractice and research fraud there that I did at that time. Only Irvine chose to join in the party.

 

Ruhi Behi co-authored academic articles as all aspiring Angels are now required to do. One of Ruhi’s articles appeared in the ‘British Journal of Nursing’ in 1995 and was entitled ‘Ethical Issues in Research’. Obviously a colleague of Dafydd’s who worked in a region where fraud in ‘healthcare research’ was endemic would know all about this.

Ruhi’s article was coauthored by Dr Mike Nolan. Dr Mike Nolan is now Professor Mike Nolan of Sheffield University. Mike was the first Professor of Gerontological Nursing in the UK! Where did Mike gain such expertise? Er – in the Deiniol Day Hospital in Ysbyty Gwynedd in the early 1990s. I remember the Deiniol Day Hospital well – it was next door to the Menai Day Hospital for the mental health patients. Mike’s managers were the very same people whose conduct I have detailed on this blog – people who ignored patient complaints, who forged documentation, who were fiddling the finances in a major way, who lied and lied and lied both in Court and elsewhere. And who were concealing serious criminality.

The glorious legacy of Mike Nolan and those other leaders in north Wales who had so much expertise in the care of elderly people has now exploded in the form of Tawel Fan.

I knew someone who undertook a student placement in Mike’s Deiniol Day Centre. They told me that it was not quite what Mike pretended that it was…

Mike entered nursing in the 1970s. Before that he trained as teacher.

Anyone for concealing child abuse?

 

I mentioned that Fiona Irvine worked at Hammersmith and joined in the party. Someone else from Hammersmith did that as well – one of the students who was with me on the MSc in Experimental Pathology, 1986-87, at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School. There was much malpractice witnessed by the students on that course and as a result by the end of the course no-one wanted to take a job at Hammersmith/RPMS. A lot of students were very voluble about the misconduct that was prevalent. There was however one student who, when we began the course, was as critical as everyone else but at some point became very, very friendly with the course leader, Dr Malcolm Alison and Alison’s boss, Professor Sir Nick Wright (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). Other people knew this student much better than I did and denounced him as being completely unscrupulous – there were also allegations that he was needlessly cruel to research animals.

That student emerged from the course with a distinction, but more mysteriously with a place to study medicine as a mature student funded by the Royal College of Surgeons no less. Allegations flew that a very, very dirty deal had been entered into. I have no idea of what the basis of the dirty deal was alleged to have been, but it was presumed by everyone that this student had discovered wrongdoing of such enormous proportions that he had been bought off.

So who was the lucky lad? None other than Dr Cyril Rooney, who is now the senior consultant in respiratory medicine at the Mayo University Hospital in Ireland. Dr Rooney was the centre of a bit of adverse publicity a few years ago when a patient in his care died. The patient’s family kicked up a fuss and eventually there was an investigation which revealed that Dr Cyril Rooney didn’t know – or at least claimed not to know – about the actions of his junior colleague which had resulted in the patient’s death. The dead man’s family alleged that the hospital had been most reluctant to come clean about the circumstances of the patient’s death and had attempted a cover-up.

 

Now for another memory of life at St George’s Hospital Medical School, circa 1990. I was reminded of this the other day when someone observed that although medical schools have been banging on about training medical students in communication for many years now, many doctors still have great problems talking to patients.

St George’s liked to think that it was at the cutting edge of medical education and the students were given a heavy dose of the fluffy bits of medicine such as ‘communication’. Did the students respond positively to this? Not really, they thought that it was all a bit bizarre. One reason why this conclusion was drawn was that St George’s really pushed the boat out and along with communication, the students were also subjected to a module on ‘sexuality’ to broaden their horizons. It certainly did – it blew their minds. They were given talks by gay people which involved graphic descriptions of gay sex, but the students were broadly OK with that. After all, some of them were gay. What caused the excitement was The Videos. The students were shown videos of people having sex. There was one video which was the subject of intense discussion – the video of elderly people having sex with each other. The questions on every student’s lips were ‘how the hell did anyone get the elderly people to agree to be filmed doing THAT???’

But St George’s had access to some people whose lifestyles differed from the rest of us. Such as Professor Oliver Brooke, their Prof of Paediatrics, who was jailed for the possession of huge amounts of child porn just before the grumble flicks for the med students were made.

Want more Top Docs? Caaaaam on….

 

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An Appalling Vista

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

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

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

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

The Birmingham Six were cleared in 1991.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

De-escalation techniques – ‘SCRAAAAP’…

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

Teare’s wife Kathleen was a magistrate in London.

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you have anything that you wish to declare Elspeth?

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Just call me The Green Green Grass of Home…

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

Lord Denning

The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play

In my post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’ I discussed how under New Labour even posts in the Treasury were given to people who had in the past been involved in colluding with or concealing organised child sexual abuse or the associated abuses in psychiatry. I also noted that many of these people were women, enabling New Labour to hide under the umbrella of equal opportunities. There was one woman who went from strength to strength after occupying a junior post in the Treasury whilst Gordon was Chancellor whom I did not mention in that post, because she and her network are worthy of a post in themselves. I am referring to Helen Liddell aka Stalin’s Granny.

Liddell was Economic Secretary to the Treasury, 1997-98 – she was succeeded in that post by Patricia Hewitt. I haven’t discovered WHY Liddell acquired the moniker of Stalin’s Granny, but she seems to have been known as such for a long time and has herself made comments which suggests that she revels in the reputation which led to it. Stalin’s Granny is on record as having boasted that Scottish Labour is littered with the bodies of people who had underestimated her. It might be worth readers bearing this reference to dead Scottish Labour politicians in mind whilst reading this post.

Liddell was Labour MP for Monkslands East between 94-97 – and then Airdrie and Shotts, where she remained MP until 2005 until she made way for John Reid. The seat of Monklands East had been held by John Smith – Liddell was elected after Smith died.

Stalin’s Granny might not have made it into the Commons until 1994, but she had been busy in the Labour Party for a very long time before that. Liddell went to Strathclyde University and after graduating worked as an economist and then as Assistant Secretary for the Scottish TUC, 1971-76. We know that people who work for the TUC gain an awful lot of information about health and welfare professionals who abuse their positions and they also know who has done what to conceal sometimes very serious offences.

Liddell was then BBC Scotland economics correspondent, 1976-77. So like everyone at the BBC, she’ll have known about Jimmy Savile – who had a particular fondness for Scotland and owned a house at Glen Coe, which Prince Charles visited on at least one occasion.

Stalin’s Granny was General Secretary of the Scottish Labour Party, 1977-78, at 26 yrs old.

Now Stalin’s Granny was something to do with Neil Kinnock and his team when Kinnock became leader but I haven’t been able to find out what exactly – various books and articles that I’ve read mention Liddell being on the scene and part of his entourage when journalists and bigwigs met Kinnock. Kinnock would certainly have found Liddell useful, particularly if he wanted to  keep the involvement of Labour Councillors and politicians in child abuse quiet, because Helen Liddell was an aide of Robert Maxwell and was known to be close to him. Between 1988-92, she was Corporate Director of Cap’n Bob’s Scottish news interests, namely the Scottish Daily Record and the Sunday Mail – Alastair Campbell worked for the Cap’ns Mirror’s London office between 1982-86. Being a mate of the Cap’n would obviously have given Liddell great power in the rest of the UK as well. Between 1988-92, Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were all making representations to everyone possible about the criminality in north Wales. Former children in care in north Wales were being found dead in suspicious circumstances and in April 1992 five witnesses were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Reports of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Westminster figures had appeared in the London-based press and Superintendent Gordon Anglesea – who was later jailed for abusing boys in care in north Wales – began a libel action against Private Eye, HTV, the Observer and the Independent On Sunday after they named him as a child abuser. The North Wales Police had begun an investigation into the possible paedophile ring.

When Maxwell went overboard in Nov 1991 and the subsequent scandal blew up about the millions missing from the Mirror’s pension funds, Stalin’s Granny at one point was denying that she had ever worked for him. She obviously felt the same way about working for Neil Kinnock.

An article by Jackie Ashley article in the Guardian in 2003 mentions that Liddell was a supporter of devolution during the years when Callaghan was in Gov’t – Kinnock famously campaigned against devolution in Wales (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Ashley also mentions that Liddell was mates with John Smith and Donald Dewar.

Stalin’s Granny also knew someone else who later became a big name in Blair’s Gov’t – John Reid. They went to school together.

I have found one intriguing reference to Liddell and Kinnock, in Andy McSmith’s book ‘Labour – The Inside Story’. It concerned the appointment of the General Secretary to the Labour Party’s NEC in 1985. According to McSmith, the right of the Labour Party wanted Liddell – she was backed by Roy Hattersley, who knew a lot about organised child abuse himself. The candidate favoured by the left was Larry Whitty. Although Tony Benn and Neil Kinnock loathed each other, they actually joined forces to support Whitty and he was appointed. Whitty remained as General Secretary of the NEC until 1994. I can’t remember the circumstances under which Larry Whitty left that post, but I do remember angry ranting in the New Statesman and other such publications, accusing Blair of ousting Whitty as part of his grand plan to seize total control of the Labour Party.

Larry Whitty is a graduate of St Johns College, Cambridge. He worked for the TUC, 1970-73 and was employed by the GMBUTA, 1973-85. The GMBUTA had lots and lots of members working in health and social care, local gov’t etc. Whitty is described as part of the ‘reforming’ leadership of Kinnock and was involved with the expulsion of Militant. Whitty oversaw the election of John Smith and then Blair as Labour Party leaders. He was European Co-ordinator for the Labour Party, 1994-97. Whitty toddled off to the House of Lords with the paedophiles’ friends in 1996. In 1997 he was appointed Lords Whip re education and foreign affairs. In 1998 Whitty was appointed as a junior Minister at the Dept of Environment, Transport and the Regions and then he was a junior Minister at DEFRA, 01-05. In 2007 he became Chairman of Consumer Focus.

Larry Whitty’s  brother Geoff Whitty was Director of the Institute of Education at London University, 2000-10. The Institute of Education seemed to do very well for itself whilst Blair and Brown were in Gov’t. Geoff Whitty now works at an Australian university, so presumably he knew that the gravy train would be stopping when Labour lost the election.

 

Andy McSmith’s book also provides an interesting anecdote re Kinnock and his Sep 1985 speech to the Labour Party conference in Liverpool, the speech during which he confronted Derek Hatton and the other Militant members of Liverpool City Council. This speech has been constructed by Kinnock’s hagiographers as an example of his ‘oratory’ but it was actually just a rant. Michael Carr MP died at the hands of the Top Doctors because he really did confront Militant (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Kinnock is alive and troughing along with the rest of his family, which suggests that he didn’t ever really put his neck on the line.

McSmith reveals that in the days before the conference Kinnock was on top of the world because he had a Cunning Plan. He was going to take on the NUM with regard to their desire for retrospective legislation to reimburse their funds which had been sequestered by the courts. McSmith maintains that Kinnock knew that he faced almost certain defeat on this issue but considered it a price worth paying for taking on Militant. So Kinnock gave the miners a kick but didn’t say a word about Thatcher’s aide Sir Peter Morrison being involved with a paedophile ring in north Wales – because the Social Service Depts of the inner London Councils like Lambeth, Islington and Camden were also hosting paedophile gangs supplying kids to the Westminster Paedophile Ring. The Lambeth Council of which Peter Mandelson was a member, the Islington Council which was led by Margaret Hodge who backed one Tony Blair for the Labour leadership and also numbered Jack Straw among its members. As for Camden – I need only mention the names Tessa Jowell and John Mills.

 

After her stint at the Treasury, Blair appointed Stalin’s Granny Minister of State in the Scottish Office with responsibility for education and industry, 98-99 and then Minister of State for Trade and Industry, 1999-01. Between 2001-03 Liddell was Secretary of State for Scotland.

Whilst Liddell was Secretary of State for Scotland the Scottish press ran some very hostile articles about her. By this time, Scotland had its own Parliament – Jack McConnell was by now First Minister and Scotland felt that they really did not need a highly paid woman in a grace and favour mansion in Whitehall having any input into their affairs. It was also noted that although the Scottish Parliament had taken over nearly all the functions of the old Scottish Office, the Scottish Office was employing more and more people and costing more and more money. Liddell was flying off around the world on exotic trips in her capacity as Secretary of State, but no-one quite understood why.

In 2003 the post of Scottish Secretary was abolished and the Scottish Office was merged into the Department of Constitutional Affairs.

After this, there were predictions in the media that Liddell would be given a job as a European Commissioner, although that didn’t happen – it was Kinnock and Mandy who bagged those positions. Not that Liddell ended up on benefit – in 2005 she was appointed British High Commissioner to Australia. She remained in post until 2010 when she was given a peerage.

In 1972 Liddell married Alisdair Liddell. Alisdair Liddell featured in my post ‘A Secret And Forbidding Place To Work?’. Alisdair Liddell was Director of Planning in the UK Gov’ts Dept of Health 1994-2000 – I think that Liddell was married to Jenny Abramsky by this time. He resigned after repeatedly clashing with Ministers over policy and subsequently became a Senior Associate at the King’s Fund, Senior Counsel to Bell Pottinger and non-executive Deputy Chair of Healthcare Locums plc. Who said that NHS hospitals were employing locums because of The Cuts (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’) – it was Gov’t policy, their mates were running the companies supplying the agency staff.

Alistair Liddell went to Fettes College and then to Oxford – just like Tony Blair. Liddell was born in 1949, Blair in 1953.

 

In 2013 Stalin’s Granny was appointed a member of the UK Gov’ts ACOBA (Advisory Committee on Business Appointments). This means that Stalin’s Granny is one of those who fails to prevent former Gov’t Ministers and civil servants from accepting lucrative positions in industry which exploit their Gov’t contacts.

In Dec 2016 the Scottish Herald published an article under a headline  which stated that Liddell ‘vows to right wrongs of Catholic Church sex abuse scandal’. It explained that Liddell the ‘veteran fixer’ who was ‘a senior member of Tony Blair’s Cabinet’ had been appointed by the Bishops Conference – the ruling body of the Catholic Church in Scotland – as the Chairwoman of the Independent Review Group to oversee efforts by the Church to deal with abuse survivors and put safeguards in place. Stalin’s Granny was quoted as saying that she would ensure that a ‘light was shone into every corner, that wrongs are righted and in a timely manner’, that the Review Group will contain ‘safeguarding professionals, specialists in evaluation of organisations, a representative of Police Scotland and a canon lawyer’. In other words the people who allowed the en massse abuse of children to happen. Liddell stated that the Group would be ‘transparent and fearless’ and wanted to prove people wrong ‘who think that I cannot be independent as a Catholic’.

Helen – it is not you being a Catholic that is the problem. It is that you were a mate of Robert Maxwell, Neil Kinnock and Tony Blair and helped them to conceal organised child abuse.

Stalin’s Granny’s sense of judgement was evident in a 1998 piece in the Independent, after she demanded the ‘right of reply’ to an Indie leader column about the standing of the Labour Party in Scotland. Helen robustly explained that the Labour Party is Scotland had masses of support and that Blair was truly loved in Scotland, indeed that ‘after every trip by Tony Blair, our morale is boosted’. Blair had recently been on a visit to Balmoral, presumably one of those when Cherie was alleged to have fallen out with Lilibet – wasn’t it on one of the visits to Balmoral that Cherie forgot her contraceptives and Leo was the result?

Helen – how many MPs does the Labour Party have in Scotland at present? You had quite a lot pre-Blair….I think that you now have one.

 

Now let us consider Stalin’s Granny’s two close mates, John Smith and Donald Dewar.

John Smith’s death resulted in Blair becoming leader of the Labour Party and PM. John Smith was immensely popular, was leading Labour higher and higher in the polls and the consensus of opinion was that had he lived, John Smith would have led the Labour Party to victory in 1997. The one thing that nobody expected was his premature death on 12 May 1994. Smith was a moderniser, but he had a cautious approach to reform which was frustrating Blair and Brown.

John Smith went to Glasgow University – he read history, 1956-59 and then law, 1959-62. He joined the Labour Party in 1955 before he went to university. Whilst at university he debated in the Glasgow University Dialectical Society – Smith’s close friend Donald Dewar was a member too – and was also a member of the Glasgow University Union.

In 1963 Smith qualified as a solicitor and in 1967 he became an advocate at the Scottish Bar, during which time he also worked as a libel lawyer for the Daily Record and Sunday Mail.

Smith was elected as the MP for North Lanarkshire at the 1970 General Election. In 1971 he joined the group of Labour MPs led by Roy Jenkins who voted in favour of Britain joining the EEC – other members of the group included Hattersley, Shirl, Dr Death and Bill Rodgers. Smith later sat with all of these MPs in Jim’s Callaghan’s Cabinet. Details of Roy Jenkins, Fattersley, Shirl, Dr Death maintaining their silence despite their knowledge of the organised sexual abuse of children have appeared in previous posts.

Smith became a junior Minister in 1974 under Harold Wilson. Once Callaghan was appointed PM Smith was made a Minister of State at the Privy Council Office, serving with Michael Foot as Lord President of the Council and Leader of the House of Commons. Michael Foot was a Labour MP in south Wales for decades – he undoubtedly will have heard the allegations that people like George Thomas and Leo Abse were abusing children and I bet, like Kinnock, he knew what was going on in north Wales as well; it was concealed by people whom he worked with in Wilson’s and Callaghan’s Gov’ts. I was reading some material about Foot’s wife a few days ago – Jill Craigie – and she told an interviewer that when she first married Foot she knew that he had a reputation for promiscuity so she reassured him that if he had ‘needs’ that did not involve her, she would be quite happy if he made his own arrangements and she wouldn’t ask any questions. Which suggests that it wasn’t simply extra-marital affairs that constituted the putative needs but more exotic sexual tastes. There is also another anecdote involving Michael Foot in which he was alleged to have been approached by a journo with dirt on a member of the Labour Party and Foot reminded the journo that he knew a great deal about the sexual relationships of the proprietor of the newspaper for whom the journo worked and that if this particular scandal hit the press, the activities of the newspaper proprietor would become public knowledge.

While Smith worked with Michael Foot he was able to pilot highly controversial devolution proposals through the Commons.

In Nov 1978 Callaghan appointed Smith Secretary of State for Trade, a position that he retained until the 1979 General Election.

In 1983 boundary changes resulted in John Smith’s constituency becoming Monklands East. In Oct 1983 Smith was Fattersley’s campaign manager for the Labour leadership election. Hattersley lost to Kinnock – and became Deputy Leader of the Party.

In 1987 Smith held Shadow Cabinet positions in Employment, then Trade and Industry and was then appointed Shadow Chancellor by Kinnock.

On 9 Oct 1988 Smith experienced chest pains which were sufficiently severe to cause him to cancel his flight to London and go to Edinburgh Royal Infirmary. He was given an EEG and was told by the attending doctor that ‘whatever it is we don’t think it is your heart’. Smith subsequently suddenly collapsed from a heart attack, was briefly unconscious and after coming round spent three days in intensive care. He left hospital on 20 Oct 1988.

Following his heart attack, John Smith lost three stone and became serious about mountain walking.

After Labour’s unexpected – well unexpected by Kinnock, Mandy et al, the rest of us saw it coming – General Election defeat in April 1992, John Smith was elected Labour leader.

Smith died on 12 May 1994 after suffering a heart attack. Tony Blair was subsequently elected leader of the Labour Party. A by-election in John Smith’s constituency resulted in Stalin’s Granny being elected. I have found a reference to the ‘bitter battle’ in Monkshead in 1994, but no further details…

 

Donald Dewar was a close friend of both Stalin’s Granny and John Smith. Donald Dewar was the inaugral First Minister of Scotland in 1999, the result of the devolution process that John Smith had helped bring about.

Dewar had also studied history and then law at Glasgow University. He was Chair of Glasgow University Labour Club and President of Glasgow University Union. At university, he met not only John Smith but also Menzies Cambell – later leader of the Lib Dems – and Derry Irvine. Dewar later served in Blair’s Cabinet with Irvine, 1997-99, Dewar was Secretary of State for Scotland and Irvine was Lord Chancellor. The atmosphere was rather frosty because although Dewar and Irvine had been friends when young, in 1972 Dewar’s wife Alison left Dewar for Irvine – the Dewars were divorced in 1973. Dewar never remarried and never forgave Derry Irvine either.

After he graduated in 1964, Dewar worked as a solicitor in Glasgow. He joined the Labour Party and in 1966 was elected as the MP for Aberdeen South. Between 1967-69, Dewar was PPS to Tony Crosland, the Education Secretary. Dewar found it difficult to get along with Tony Crosland and later described him as ‘a very odd man’. Tony Crosland was bisexual and had an affair with Roy Jenkins when they were young. Crosland was also close to Ernest Armstrong, former MP for North West Durham and father of Hilary Armstrong, who succeeded her father’s seat and became a member of Blair’s inner circle. Previous posts discussed how Ernest Armstrong would have known about children being abused by paedophiles at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead and almost certainly used his friendship with Tony Crosland to keep a lid on it. Two of the people working at Axwell Park School relocated to Bryn Estyn in north Wales in 1973 and established a paedophile ring there. No matter how odd Donald Dewar thought Tony Crosland, his role as Crosland’s PPS would mean that he would know if Crosland was concealing that paedophile ring.

In April 1968 Roy Jenkins proposed Dewar for a Minister of State position, but Dewar was not appointed.

In the 1970 General Election, Dewar lost his seat to Ian Sproat, a Conservative. Whilst Dewar was out of Parliament he hosted a Radio show on Radio Clyde. He also worked as a solicitor, as a Reporter on children’s panels and was involved with Lanarkshire local authority. Dewar became a partner in Ross Harper Murphy in 1975.

Dewar was selected as candidate for the seat of Glasgow Garscadden after his friend Willie Small died unexpectedly. Dewar won the subsequent by-election which was held in April 1978 – his win was seen as halting the rise of the SNP.

In March 1979 Dewar campaigned for a YES vote in the referendum on devolution – Dewar’s side won by a narrow majority but fell short of the 40% required. However the result did contribute to the downfall of Callaghan’s Gov’t in May 1979.

In opposition Dewar was Chairman of the Scottish Affairs Select Committee. When Foot became leader of the Labour Party Dewar was appointed to the front bench as Scottish Affairs spokesman.

In 1981 Dewar was nearly deselected by hard left activists in his constituency. However he hung on and rose through the ranks quickly. He was Shadow Secretary of State for Scotland, 1983-92 whilst Kinnock was leader of the Party. Dewar was Shadow Secretary of State for Social Security, 1992-95, under leader John Smith, then under acting leader Margaret Beckett, then under Blair. When Blair became leader he made Dewar Opposition Chief Whip – so Blair knew that Dewar was able to strong-arm people into doing what he wanted.

At the 1997 General Election, Dewar was re-elected – boundary changes meant that his constituency was now Glasgow Anniesland – and was appointed Secretary of State for Scotland. He worked on creating the Scotland Act. Dewar subsequently stood for the Scottish Parliament and was elected as the MSP for Glasgow Anniesland – so he was MP and MSP for the same constituency.

In 1999 Dewar became leader of the Scottish Labour Party and FM, but in a Coalition Gov’t with the Scottish Lib Dems. The Deputy FM was Jim Wallace, the leader of the Scottish Lib Dems.

In Oct 2000 Donald Dewar had a fall and suffered a brain haemorrhage from which he died in Edinburgh’s Western General Hospital. It was suggested that the haemorrhage was a result of the anti-coagulants  that Donald had been prescribed following a repair to a leaking heart valve that he’d undergone in May 2000. He’d only been leader of the Scottish Labour Party and FM for a year. There wasn’t the outpouring of grief that there had been when John Smith died. But then Derry Irvine and Dewar hated each other – the Derry who was a very, very big mate of Blair’s. The Derry who knew about the paedophile gangs targeting kids in care that absolutely everybody was keeping quiet about, some of the witnesses to which had been murdered. Dewar died nine months after the Waterhouse Report was published, before the gnashing of teeth and claims that it was a huge cover-up had died down.

In 2001 the Daily Telegraph reported that Donald Dewar had left behind more than £2 million in his will and that when his pension and insurance were taken into account it amounted to nearly £3 million. It came as a very big shock to everyone. Dewar had stocks, shares, property, paintings, rare books and personal savings. Almost half of his legacy was from investments, including in Railtrack, Powergen and Thames Water – utilities which had been privatised by the Tories, privatisation which had been fiercely opposed by the Labour Party.

As everybody reeled from the surprise of Dewar’s fortune, people explained that he was a frugal man who only drove a Peugeot and purchased his suits at Marks & Spencer. It was also suggested that perhaps he’d made money when he worked as a solicitor. Dewar only worked as a solicitor for the few years when he wasn’t sitting as an MP. The only solicitors who made millions of pounds over the course of a few years in the 1970s were people like David Napley, whose clients included Jeremy Thorpe and Greville Janner. Furthermore M&S suits aren’t so cheap that people who buy them find themselves millionaires.

After Donald Dewar failed to make a recovery at the hands of the Top Doctors, Henry McLeish became FM of Scotland – but not for very long.

 

Like Donald Dewar, Jim Wallace the Deputy FM was also a lawyer, but Wallace was a barrister. He was a student at Downing College, Cambridge and then read law at Edinburgh University. He graduated in 1977 and worked in a legal practice in Edinburgh. Wallace joined the Liberals in the early 70s- whilst Jeremy Thorpe was the leader of the Liberal Party.

Wallace was nominated as the Liberal candidate for Orkney and Shetland in 1983 when the seat was vacated by Jo Grimmond. He won the seat in June 1983 and retained it until 2001. Wallace was also MSP for Orkney, 1999-07 and leader of the Scottish Lib Dems, 1992-05.

Jim Wallace’s constituency  made headlines in 1991 when the Orkney Satanic Abuse Scandal exploded. Some very odd things had been happening on Orkney but the world woke up in Feb 1991 when police, social workers, people from Royal Scottish Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children as well as legal authorities from Scotland’s most senior Sheriff carried out pre-dawn raids on houses in South Ronaldsey and removed nine children from their families and flew them to locations on the Scottish mainland on the grounds that their parents and others on Orkney were Satanists.

The background to the case stretched back to 1986 when the father of one family on Orkney had been imprisoned for abusing one of his children. Everybody presumed that this was a very unfortunate one-off until some years later social workers and police removed more children from families on the same island – two of the children taken into care were told that their mum was dead. Local people were outraged at what had happened and began a campaign to have the children returned – it would be six years before the last of those children were returned to their parents.

It was the children of those who had dared campaign on behalf of their neighbours who were removed in Feb 1991. The house of the Island’s Minister the Rev Morris MacKenzie was also raided and various items seized. Extraordinary allegations were levelled at the Rev MacKenzie and the parents of the children – that they had been indulging in full blown Satanic rituals, whilst naked of course, in various outdoor locations on South Ronaldsey. Even the obvious reasons as to why this would be highly unlikely – such as South Ronaldsey being bloody freezing in winter, far too cold to spend hours outside starkers worshipping Satan and the fact that South Ronaldsey has  a complete lack of features such as trees and hills, so even if the Minister and his mates were outside freezing their knackers off worshipping Satan they would be visible to half the island. It cut no ice with the Experts  – they were absolutely convinced that there were devil worshippers on South Ronaldsey and what’s more the worshipping involved children.

The case came to Court in April. Sheriff David Kelbie dismissed the case as ‘fatally flawed’ and was clearly aghast that anyone could have believed such nonsense. The children were returned to their parents in the same month. However, the Reporter appealed against Sheriff Kelbie’s dismissal of the case and in June 1991 the appeal was upheld by another Court, who was highly critical of David Kelbie. However the Reporter took the view that the publicity surrounding the case had been severely compromising and the application was abandoned.

The seized objects returned to the islanders included a videotape of an episode of Blackadder and a model aeroplane that the children had made from two pieces of wood – which social workers had described as ‘a cross’. Rev MacKenzie was asked to sign for the return of ‘three masks, two hoods, one black cloak’, but refused to sign until the inventory was altered to read ‘three nativity masks, two academic hoods, one priest’s robe’.

An Inquiry into the matter Chaired by Lord Clyde published its Report in Oct 1992. Lord Clyde was high critical of the police, social workers, Orkney Islands Council and particularly condemned the social workers’ methods, training and judgment. Liz McLean – the social worker who had led the interviews with the children – had previously been involved in the Rochdale Satanic Abuse Scandal which had resulted in children being removed from their homes amidst farcical allegations which were later found to have no substance, was harshly criticised by Lord Clyde and had also been criticised in another investigation in Ayrshire.

In 1996 four families accepted compensation and an apology.

In 2006, by which time all the children involved were adults, some of them spoke publicly. They described incredibly distressing experiences and one of them spoke at length about how aggressive, intimidating and manipulative Liz McLean was. The former children described being constantly interrogated and asked the same questions repeatedly until the ‘right’ answers were given. One young woman told of how she was asked to draw a picture of what the adults had been up to with her – she was completely nonplussed so she drew a picture of a pony. She was told to draw another picture so she did – but that wasn’t satisfactory either. Eventually the interviewing social worker drew a picture herself and told the girl to copy it.

One of the social workers involved, Janet Chisholm, refused to apologise and maintained that the social workers’ suspicions were correct and that the denials of the children was simply more evidence that they were Keeping Secrets, the Secrets in question being Satanic Abuse Secrets. And when women say no they mean yes, as Dr Dafydd Alun Jones would no doubt confirm.

More recently, the GP on South Ronaldsey, Dr Helen Martini – who is married to Dr Richard Broadhurst, the now retired GP who was the island’s doctor at the time of the Satanic Panic – proffered her opinion. Dr Martini maintained that the problem was that the health service, social work departments and councils are run by stupid people – that there is ‘an awful lot of stupidity but no malice’. As an example Dr Martini mentioned that one family involved were Quakers and social workers became very concerned when they learned that the family prayed without a Minister present.

Dr Martini is correct when she says that there is an awful lot of stupidity – the stupidities of so many are so enormous that they would never be believed if they were not witnessed – but not everyone is that stupid and there are huge levels of sheer malice.

Look at the dates of the idiocies on South Ronaldsey – the madness broke out in late 1989, escalated during 1990 and then erupted in Feb 1991. It’s north Wales again – Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were writing to the authorities about what we had witnessed in north Wales. Alison and I – as well as my friends who knew what had happened to me – were being unlawfully dismissed from our jobs and I was being dragged through the Courts in the wake of mental health staff perjuring themselves as they tried to have me imprisoned for very serious offences. By Feb 1991 St George’s Hospital Medical School had joined in the cover-up of the criminality in north Wales (see previous posts).

There weren’t Satanists on Orkney – but there were paedophile gangs operating in children’s services right across the UK and at least some of those people responsible for the Satanic Panic on Orkney knew it. Like Cleveland, Rochdale and Nottingham, Orkney was a very useful distraction on the part of a social work establishment that had become horribly corrupted. People were piping up about what was happening to children in care and this was social works response.

The person who first started giving seminars and providing ‘training’ to social workers re Satanic Abuse in the UK was a social worker in north Wales. A massively vulnerable learning disabled sister and her brother – two adults who couldn’t cope after their elderly parents died – were banged up in  the North Wales Hospital Denbigh on the basis that they were involved with Satanic Abuse. This was an institution in which people were illegally imprisoned, in which patients were being sexually exploited and which was facilitating a paedophile ring.

Whilst this was going on Jim Wallace was MP for Orkney and Shetland. In 1992 when it was clear that the allegations of Satanists on Orkney had no basis at all Jim became leader of the Scottish Lib Dems. In April 1992, days after the General Election, five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb. Jim doesn’t seem to have used his position to speak out or assist those families whose lives had been ripped apart. Not that it did Jim any harm – he was Minister of Justice, 1999-03; Deputy FM 1999-05; Minister for Enterprise and Learning, 2003-05 and was given a peerage in 2007. Jim hit the jackpot for a while after the resignation of Henry McLeish as FM – between 28 Oct 2000-Nov 2001 Jim was acting FM of Scotland. During the period of the wailing and the gnashing of teeth that followed the publication of the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Report.

In 2008 Jim Wallace was appointed as a member of the Calman Commission on devolution, Chaired by Sir Kenneth Calman, a man who knows a great deal about Top Doctors concealing organised child abuse (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’).

In May 2010 Jim Wallace was appointed as Lord Advocate for Scotland under the Coalition Gov’t led by David Cameron – he was also appointed Deputy Leader of the Lords. In 2013 Cleggy made Wallace leader of the Lib Dems in the Lords.

Jim Wallace is an elder of the Church of Scotland.

 

Jim Wallace was Deputy FM whilst the FM was Donald Dewar, then Henry McLeish, then Jack McConnell.

After Donald Dewar met an unfortunate end, Henry McLeish became FM of Scotland but ended up resigning after he was found to be sub-letting his constituency office. Jack McConnell was then FM, 2001-07.

Jack McConnell went to university with two friends of mine. McConnell came from the Isle of Arran and went to Stirling University, where he was President of the Students’ Union and was very obviously preparing himself for a career in politics.

Donald Dewar had a house in Stirling as well as his flat in Glasgow.

After he graduated in 1983 Jack worked as a teacher and was a member of Stirling District Council, 1988-92. He became General Secretary of the Scottish Labour Party in 1992 – the position became vacant as a result of John Smith becoming leader of the Labour Party. Jack inherited a Party crippled by bitter in-fighting – furthermore one MP, Gordon McMaster, committed suicide. Between 1989-98 McConnell was a member of the Scottish Constitutional Convention. In 1997 as General Secretary Jack managed Labour’s successful devolution referendum campaign. His really big break came in the 1997 General Election – the Tories were completely smashed and were left with no seats at all.

In 1999 Jack McConnell was elected as the MSP for Motherwell and Wishaw – Donald Dewar immediately appointed him as Minister for Finance. Jack soon found himself in hot water when he was accused of doing favours for his friends at lobbying company Beattie Media, including the son of Jack’s mentor John Reid. If Jack ever wanted to keep a story out of the media, he has a useful friend to assist him – he is good friends with Kirsty Wark of Newsnight fame and her husband Alan Clements, a TV producer.

There was one story that Jack knew would become public if he became FM though, so he fessed up in public in the name of honesty and transparency. In 1990 Jack married Bridget Brown but in 1993 he had an affair with Maureen Smith, the Labour Party’s Scottish Press Officer. Jack and Maureen were quite blatant and Jack’s dad admitted that The Sun got hold of the story in 1994. But not a word was published. So why did Jack know that it would become public if he became FM? Because by then Jack had an Enemy. After John Smith died, Jack backed Blair for the leadership and Gordon was mightily pissed off with him. Jack himself had a reputation as a fixer and a spinner and would happily leak stories to the media – he was doing this with a vengeance in 1996. As the 1997 General Election loomed, Jack discovered that a poisonous whispering campaign against him was coming from Gordon’s mates in north London and it was doing Jack a lot of damage. Yet for some reason this stopped – but no-one explained why. Gordon is not a man to forgive people who have crossed him. Bridget knew that and told her friends that she was really worried that Gordon was going to go for Jack’s jugular if Jack became First Minister – so Jack fessed up and placed the story in the media himself. The whole saga was published in an article in the Scottish Herald in Nov 2001. Jack’s mum admits that Jack is a ‘wee bit ruthless’ – well he has to be in his position, it’s just politics…

There’s one thing that Jack really hates though, as he explained to the Scottish Herald – child abuse. Jack thinks that it’s unforgivable and that children must be protected. Just as well really because in Nov 2001 the claims that Waterhouse was one big whitewash had not yet died down.

Jack feels so passionately about child abuse that he knew exactly who to invite to set up the first independent inspection body for the social services in Scotland in 2005 – the Scottish Gov’t invited Alexis Jay to do it! That is the Alexis Jay who is currently making a big issue out of Chairing IICSA (Independent Inquiry into Child Sexual Abuse) and who is investigating every instance of abuse since the dawn of time. Survivors and witnesses have walked out of Alexis’s Inquiry in despair, pointing out that it was social workers who abused them, so how can they be expected to have any confidence in an Inquiry Chaired by a senior social worker? Survivors have also denounced Alexis’s Inquiry as a ‘social workers talking shop’. The Inquiry is also haemorrhaging lawyers as well. Nonetheless Alexis battles on reassuring us all, Esther-like, that she cares about the children.

Supporters of the social workers talking shop point to Alexis being a visiting Prof at Strathclyde University and the independent Chair of CELCIS (Centre for Excellence for Looked After Children). I thought that Alexis might be involved with ‘excellence’, wherever excellence is involved things have usually gone very badly wrong. Alexis comes highly recommended. Keith Vaz, the man who has worked as a lawyer for three different Councils whilst their children’s services were infiltrated by paedophiles, the man who has been caught with his trousers down – literally in that incident in which he was passing himself off as a washing machine salesman – repeatedly, but continues to get himself appointed or elected to responsible positions by his colleagues in Parliament, described Alexis as ‘clearly a suitable candidate with vast experience’.

So what experience does Alexis have?

After Alexis left school she worked as a journalist on the now defunct magazine ‘Scotland’. Alexis however realised that her heart was in social work when in her early 20s she ‘fell in love’ with the man whom she later married, Chris Jay, who was a social worker. Alexis doesn’t have children herself but Chris does – he had acquired a few by the time that he met Alexis. I’m not entirely sure but I get the impression that Chris might have been married to someone else when Alexis fell in love with him – however that does happen and unless someone knows someone else very well indeed, one should not judge in cases of relationship break-ups. What interests me though is that Chris Jay wasn’t a common or garden social worker. Chris was a very senior social worker – he was Deputy Head of Social Work for the former Strathclyde Regional Authority, then the biggest authority in the UK. So Alexis embarked upon a career in social work. Alexis moved to Glasgow to live with Chris.

At some point Alexis did her social work training at Moray House School of Education, which is now part of Edinburgh University – Alexis grew up in Edinburgh.

Alexis spent six years in Glasgow where she worked with the first Women’s Aid refuge in the Gorbals. If Alexis spent six years doing that, she will know all about the abuse of children in care, the abuses of psychiatry and examples of dissenters being fitted up to save the careers and reputations of rather more privileged people. Alexis simply tells journos that she has worked for over thirty years in deprived areas of Glasgow and Edinburgh.

Alexis impressed people so much that she rapidly rose – she ended up as Chief Inspector of Social Work in Scotland. In this capacity Alexis ‘oversaw’ the allegations of Satanic abuse in Orkney. Ah – so now we know who it was who sent a crowd of completely mad social workers, police and other officials out to the Western Isles to seize children from their homes during the night and subsequently tried to intimidate the children into colluding with crazy allegations against their parents and the Minister. Some of the children from Orkney were placed in Glasgow – Alexis’s stamping ground. When Alexis ‘oversaw’ all this, she will have known what was happening in north Wales. Alexis ‘oversaw’ something else as well – ‘social service failure’ in the case of Colyn Evans. Colyn Evans was a teenaged sex offender who whilst he was only 17, murdered a 16 year old girl who had befriended him, Karen Dewar. After Evans murdered Karen he put her body in a wheelie bin and tried to set fire to it. He also attempted to decapitate her with a bread knife. Colyn Evans had left a ‘care home’ and had been placed in temporary accommodation in Tayport, near to Karen’s house, by Fife Council.

Jack McConnell’s wife Bridget used to work for Fife Council.

Colyn Evans didn’t come from Scotland – he ended up in Scotland when his parents moved there. Colyn Evans and his family came from Aberdare – in Wales. Evans had been accused of  14 sex offences between the ages of 10 and 16 years. A report by Alexis and the police concluded that although there had been ‘failures’ in the way that Evans’s case was ‘managed’, the ‘mistakes’ had no bearing on Karen’s death. Somehow I thought that might be the conclusion.

So why did Jack McConnell’s Gov’t need Alexis to become the Chief Exec of SWIA (the Social Work Inspection Agency)? Jack established the SWIA in 2005 because  it became clear after two big scandals – the death of 11 week old Caleb Ness from Edinburgh and another case involving an Inquiry concerning the case of a learning disabled girl in the Borders – that there were systematic failures which did not reflect well on the previous Inspectorate and the Mental Welfare Commission. It was also decided that the remit of the previous Inspectorate did not go far enough. So a new body was established with a wider remit and Alexis was appointed CEO. The Alexis who had been the Chief Social Work Inspector of the previous Inspectorate which had screwed up so badly.

When the functions of the SWIA and the Care Commission were taken over by the Care Inspectorate in 2011 dear old Alexis stayed in place as Chief Social Work Inspector to the Scottish Gov’t until 2013.

I was not surprised to learn that Aexis has previously been the Chief Social Work Advisor to the Scottish Gov’t and the former President of the British Association of Directors of Social Work.

An article in the Guardian in 2015 quoted Alexis as saying that ‘politicians wanted to keep a lid on child sexual abuse’. Yes Alexis – that’s why they keep appointing you to the most senior positions in social work in Scotland and it’s why someone thought that it would be a good idea to ask you to Chair the IICSA.

There may be another reason for Alexis’s success, as well as her being married to a senior social work manager and successfully concealing mountains of crap. In March 1993 an article appeared in the Scottish Herald which mentions that Chris Jay, the Senior Deputy Director of Social Work for Strathclyde Regional Council, had withdrawn his application for the post of Director of Social Work ‘for personal reasons’. In March 1993 Scotland was still coping with the fall out from the outbreak of insanity regarding the chaos that was caused by Alexis and co in South Ronaldsey. The article also mentions that the ‘equal opportunities lobby’ wanted more women in senior management positions. So that was the green light for the Scottish establishment to promote a grossly incompetent woman who had presided over failure and catastrophe, rather than a grossly incompetent man who had presided over failure and catastrophe. And of course being a woman, Alexis will Care – and she isn’t in possession of a penis, so she won’t be leading a Satan worshipping session like your average Church Minister in the Western Isles would be. In 2000 Alexis was appointed Director of Social Work for West Dunbartonshire County Council.

Alexis shares her talents with the Third Sector as well – she is a Trustee of the Royal Voluntary Service, of which HM the Queen is Patron and Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall, is President. Another Trustee of the RVS is Sir Paul Williams, who featured in my post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’. Sir Paul is the former Director General of Health and Social Services for the Welsh Gov’t and CEO of NHS Wales. Paul spent his whole career in the Welsh healthcare/social services system. He was there throughout the years of paedophilia, criminality, lobotomies and the illegal imprisonment of the victims of paedophiles or people who had dared complain, Paul was on the scene throughout it all.

 

The man who appointed Alexis with her dire track record to the highest positions in her profession, Jack McConnell, is a UK Ambassador for Action for Children.

In 2007 Jack was an advisor to Clinton Hunter Development Initiative in Malawi and Rwanda. In 2008 Gordon Brown appointed Jack as the PM’s Special Representative on Conflict Resolution Mechanisms.

Jack is a non-executive Director of Optical Express and DCM (Optical Holdings). So it’s Jack’s business interests benefiting from all that expensive laser eye-treatment that has been so heavily promoted over the past few years.

Jack’s friend and mentor is John Reid, Blair’s former Health Minister who in that capacity encouraged private companies to run treatment centres for knee, hip and eye operations.

Like Jack, John Reid went to Stirling University. Reid went to Stirling as a mature student and then stayed on to do a PhD, so he could well still have had connections at Stirling when Jack arrived in 1979.

John Reid, like Stalin’s Granny, was brought up as a Catholic.

At Stirling Reid was a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain, but skilfully appealed to Labour students as well which resulted in him becoming President of the Students’ Union.

After finishing his PhD Reid worked as a researcher officer for the Labour Party in Scotland. Between 1983-85 he was political advisor to Neil Kinnock. After Kinnock lost the 1983 General Election in a big way, he went to Reid to ask him why the Labour Party was being rejected so robustly by the electorate. Neil – there were complex multiple reasons, but I think that one of the reasons might have been the leader. Of course, if you had exposed Thatcher’s aide Peter Morrison and others whilst they were abusing children in north Wales and elsewhere, Thatcher would have been sunk. Instead you used your knowledge of what was happening to maintain your own position. Whilst my friends and I had our lives and careers destroyed and some people died – but at least a third rate tosser like you and scores of other third rate tossers were able to spend your lives in jobs that you couldn’t do and then spend your later years troughing in the European Parliament and the Lords.

Reid was one of the earliest Labour Party ‘modernisers’, so he’d obviously forgotten about his socialist principles by 1983. Between 1986-87, Reid was the Scottish Organiser of the Trade Unions for Labour.

In 1987 John Reid was elected as MP for Motherwell North – which became Hamilton North and Bellshill. He held the seat until 2005. Between 2005-10 Reid was MP for Airdrie and Shotts – he succeeded Stalin’s Granny in that constituency.

In 1989 Kinnock appointed John Reid Shadow front bench Spokesman for children. So we can assume that John Reid knew exactly what was happening to children at the hands of the social services and others….

Always a man of good judgement, during the Bosnian war Reid became friends with Radovan Karadzic and spent three days as Karadzic’s guest at a luxury Geneva lakeside hotel. This was during the period of Radovan’s indicted war crimes, April 1992-July 1995.

During the early 1990s there were a number of incidents in which John Reid got pissed and brawled in the Commons.

Reid held seven Cabinet posts in seven years under Blair.

In 1999 he took over from Stalin’s Granny as Secretary of State for Scotland, where he remained until 2001. He was appointed Secretary of State for N Ireland in 2001, as a consequence of one of Mandy’s resignations. In 2002 he became Chair of the Labour Party and Minister without Portfolio and for a brief three months from March 2003 Reid was Leader of the Commons and Lord President of the Council.

John Reid was appointed Secretary of State for Health after Alan Milburn’s resignation in June 2003. Private Eye reported that when Reid was given the job his response was ‘oh fuck, not health’. Well there was the matter of Mid-Staffs wiping out patients which everybody knew was happening but concealed nonetheless, the ever demanding BMA and the Top Doctors, the careers of whistleblowers to ruin, the institutionally corrupt drain on taxpayers money which was host to serious criminality… Reid had the answer – it was he who was responsible for giving the Top Doctors a 22% pay rise in return for them doing even less work and opting out of weekend and evening treatment.

John Reid also brought in ‘tough challenges’ for hospitals in order to reduce hospital acquired infections. This happened in Wales as well and resulted in Ysbyty Gwynedd fiddling their stats whilst Keith Thomson was Chief Exec of the North West Wales NHS Trust – I have a mole who told me that before the box ticker went around the wards to count the number of people diagnosed with hospital acquired infections, anybody with hospital acquired infections would be temporarily removed from the ward on and the box ticker would studiously ignore the temporarily empty bed and not ask any questions. Keith was also prepared to risk patients’ health quite blatantly. At one point there was an MRSA infection in the Hergest Unit. It was known and the staff were ordered not to tell the patients – neither was the ward cleaned. One patient had already needed extensive surgery as a result of contracting MRSA. The Hergest whistleblower discreetly approached all patients who had open wounds – there were a few because there were self-harmers on the ward – and told them not to use the bathrooms. So the patients went unwashed but at least no-one else had to have parts of their anatomy surgically removed because of Keith Thomson’s dishonesty. At the time that Thomson was doing this, Health Inspectorate Wales was publishing reports signed by their then Chief Executive Dr Peter Higson complimenting the North West Wales NHS Trust on its excellence and high quality of care.

Reid became Secretary of State for Defence in 2005. In Jan 2006 Reid committed 3,300 troops to Helmand province. In March 2006 Reid denied that there was a civil war in Iraq and reassured everyone that ‘we will not allow a civil war to develop’. In Feb 2010 Reid found himself giving evidence to the Iraq Inquiry.

A fine record of achievement on the part of John there.

Obviously after his success at Defence, there was only one job for John Reid – Home Secretary. He was appointed in 2006. John created 8000 more prison places and reformed the probation service. Eleven years later the prisons are in chaos. This morning one of the leading items on Radio 4’s Today programme was the admission that healthcare in one of the prisons in Liverpool is so bad that prisoners have died unnecessarily and there has been publicity in the last few days regarding the new-style privatised probation service monitoring serious offenders by giving them the occasional telephone call.

John Reid called for reform of the Human Rights Act in 2006 after the Afghans who hijacked a plane in order to escape the Taliban and landed in the UK won their appeal to remain in the UK. The Human Rights Act was the work of Charlie Falconer who worked out that it would be a useful way of enabling the likes of Cherie to set up in business advising dictators but because at the same time Charlie withdrew virtually all legal aid in the UK there was no danger of anyone who had been ruined or harmed by the state being able to seek redress under the Human Rights Act.

I was delighted to hear Lord David Neuberger – who was until very recently President of the Supreme Court – on the radio yesterday telling us that we are all now fully protected by the Human Rights Act. So that’s why so many NHS patients are dying and their relatives are unable to get answers or why nearly every UK social services dept has a major problem with the grooming and trafficking of children in their care but those kids can’t gain redress either. All we’ve got is Alexis and her Inquiry which most people have walked out of.

Lord Neuberger’s father was a Top Doctor – Prof of Chemical Pathology at St Mary’s, Paddington. Lord Neuberger’s brother Michael is or was Prof of Molecular Immunology at Cambridge University. Lord Neuberger’s brother James is Prof of Medicine at Birmingham University. Prof Robert Bluglass concealed the criminal activities of Dafydd et al in north Wales, whilst they facilitated a paedophile ring – Bluglass had a Chair at Birmingham University. As did Professor Ian Brockington who I think should have raised the alarm about one Dr Tony Francis whilst Francis worked with Brockington in Manchester, before Francis relocated to north Wales. Lord Neuberger’s three children are all solicitors. So the Neuberger family are doing really well out of the Human Rights Act.

Lord Neuberger was Chair of the Schizophrenia Trust, 2003-13 – it is now known as Mental Health Research UK.

John Reid was tough on terrorism as well, so that’ll explain the idiocies happening such as primary school children being reported to the police after they told a teacher that they lived in a terraced house and the teacher became over-excited and thought that the kiddies had told them that they lived in a terrorist house. Well the family were Muslims, you can’t be too careful and we know that schools have to look out for signs of radicalisation in the reception class.

Reid voted for the NHS Foundation Trusts – which simply encouraged the likes of Mid-Staffs and Keith Thomson to tell even more lies – and voted for British National Identity cards. He supported the Iraq war and after there wasn’t a civil war in Iraq he voted against a motion calling for an independent inquiry by a committee of Privy Councillors into the Iraq war.

John Reid left the Cabinet when Blair resigned and didn’t return. In 2010 Reid was given a peerage.

In 2007 Reid became Chairman of Celtic Football Club. In 2008 he was appointed an honorary Professor at UCL, to the Chair of the Institute of Security and resilience Studies. In 2008 Reid became a group consultant for G4S.

 

So there’s a few of the details from some of scenes of The Scottish Play. There do seem to be an awful lot of premature deaths involved of middle-aged men who were experiencing manageable conditions that the Top Doctors usually seem to treat quite successfully. The thing that I notice about The Scottish Play is that the actors must know how bloody dangerous it is consulting Top Doctors because they were well aware of the circumstances in which some of their colleagues died. For example, John Smith appointed Joe Benton as Chief Whip after Benton won the Bootle by-election. The reason why Benton became MP for Walton is that the previous MP – Michael Carr – had been told by Top Doctors at Walton Hospital that he was hyperventilating and to go home and make an appointment with his GP. In total Michael Carr spent less than 30 minutes in the hospital. Carr had a heart attack hours later, was taken back to Walton Hospital where the Top Doctors finished the job and ‘were unable to revive him’. Carr had fought Militant on a rather more personal level that Neil Kinnock ever did. Walton was an area dominated by Militant and the NHS unions contained many supporters of Militant. For details of the very sad story of Michael Carr and the spineless DPPs – Sir Allan Green and Dame Barbara Mills, an in-law of Tessa Jowell – who would not take on a load of bastards who deliberately let a patient die, see post ‘News From Sicily’.

I have mentioned that John Smith had previously been told by a Top Doctor at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary that he definitely didn’t have heart trouble days before he had a heart attack. The circumstances of his death were as follows:  on 11 May 1994 Smith had made a speech at a fundraising dinner at the Park Lane Hotel. At 8-05 the next morning he had a heart attack at his flat in the Barbican. His wife phoned an ambulance and he was taken to Barts where he died at 9-15 am. On the 28 April Smith had visited the A&E dept where he died to campaign against its proposed closure. The doctor who gave Smith the guided tour of the A&E dept was Professor Mike Besser. Mike Besser was the Top Doctor who treated John Smith when he was admitted to Barts A&E after his heart attack – Besser tried so hard to save him, but he just couldn’t. John Smith was 56 years old.

MPs cried in the House when they heard that Smith had died. And I bet that the Top Doctors got every penny that they had been demanding before his death.

I can remember the death of John Smith very well. I was a patient at the Hergest Unit at the time and I heard the news flash on the radio that he had died. I went off into the patients’ garden to tell everyone that John Smith had died. The patients’ garden was directly outside Tony Francis’s (Dr X’s) office, the Dr Tony Francis who was concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales and who unbeknown to me was spending a lot of time perjuring himself and encouraging other people to do the same in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Francis came out of his office and asked me exactly what I had heard on the radio and how John Smith had died. He then commented that it was a great a pity and disappeared.

Very soon after John Smith’s death, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and members of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team made complaint after complaint about me to their colleagues – including Tony Francis – and occasionally to the police, maintaining on the basis of these complaints that I was ‘dangerous’ and should be prevented from visiting the Hergest Unit and transferred to the forensic psychiatry team. When the complaints were investigated they were found to be baseless. This process continued until 1997 when the Arfon Team finally hit the jackpot and the police arrested and charged me, alleging that I and another patient had threatened a member of staff from the Arfon Community Mental Health Team over the phone. I received a letter from the hospital management telling me that I would  be refused all care and support, that my key worker – who was at the time the Hergest whistleblower who had been incredibly helpful – had been ordered off my case and was under instructions to have no contact with me at all under any circumstances. I was told that if I went to Ysbyty Gwynedd I would be arrested. I received a phone call from a police officer in Bangor who asked me to drop into Bangor Police Station for a ‘chat’. When I arrived I was arrested, driven to Caernarfon Police Station for some unknown reason and charged as soon as I walked through the door. Many hours later I was left to find my own way home to Bethesda, some miles away from Caernarfon, with no car and no money.

I then received a letter from the hospital stating that I was now deemed to be a dangerous patient and thus my ‘care’ was being transferred to the forensic psychiatry team. The pantomime went on for months until the case was heard at the Magistrates Court. During the case, the CPS lawyer read out a statement from the woman whom I was alleged to have threatened, a CPN called Bridget Lloyd, who stated that I was such a threat to her that she had been issued with a personal alarm by the Gwynedd Community Health Trust which she carried with her at all times.  The Court was also told that Lloyd had stated that she had young children, that she was ‘absolutely terrified’ of me and that if I was acquitted the Trust would make a safe house available for Bridget and her children because a murderous onslaught from me was inevitable.

I was acquitted, as was the other patient who was on trial with me.

After the acquittal I received a letter from the Hergest Unit saying that I would not be receiving an apology and that the Hergest whistleblower would not be reinstated as my key worker. I then found out that before the case had been heard Dr Tony Francis had kindly prepared a report for the Court for their use – for WHEN I was found guilty. The report stated that I was dangerous and should be handed over to the forensic team with a view to having me placed in a secure unit.

Last year my lawyer forwarded me some documents relating to that case. Among them were copies of documents that Bridget Lloyd had sent to managers in Gwynedd Health Authority in which she stated quite clearly that she wasn’t frightened of me, that she had only ever met me once many years ago and that she didn’t think that I’d recognise her if I did see her. That memo was dated shortly before she made her statement to the police. It was also acknowledged that I hadn’t actually phoned anyone at all – but everyone ‘knew’ that I had told the other patient to ‘threaten’ Bridget. Not that he had threatened her either – he had sworn at one of her colleagues. Because they had previously tried to have him arrested for something that he had not done…

Tony Francis killed himself shortly after Operation Pallial reopened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. I understand that his widow Sadie told her neighbours that he committed suicide because of me. Which is very odd because I hadn’t seen him for many years although I had seen Sadie – I’d bumped into her a few months before and she was very chummy and told me that she heard that I was planning to publish a book about my experiences with the mental health services. She then asked me if I was still in contact with Brown.

We can’t ask Tony what they were all up to because he’s dead – just like John Smith and Michael Carr and Donald Dewar – so perhaps Sadie Francis and Bridget Lloyd would like to explain themselves to Operation Pallial.

Eight months after John Smith died Gordon Anglesea was awarded £375k in libel damages against Private Eye, the Observer, HTV and the Indie on Sunday, after they named him as someone who had abused boys in care in north Wales. One of the young men who gave evidence against Anglesea was found dead some three months later.

Last year Gordon Anglesea was imprisoned for historical sex abuse against children in care in north Wales. He died in prison. The Police Federation turned out in force at his funeral to wave him a fond farewell. Before he died, they were supporting him in his planned appeal against his conviction and a barrister had offered their services for free.

Thank God our human rights are now so well protected by Lady Brenda Hale, Charlie Falconer, Cherie et al.

There was of course another Scottish politician who pissed off a few people who also met an untimely death – Robin Cook. Whilst mountain walking. Just like that.

There must be so much hand-washing going on among the performers of The Scottish Play that industrial quantities of soap will be needed.

When I first made a complaint in 1985 about the Top Doctors who were facilitating a paedophile ring in north Wales, it was actually Tony Francis who became very aggressive with me and snapped that I would find that no doctor would agree to treat me ‘after this’. Well they certainly did all they could not to, including Francis himself – and when they were told by lawyers that they had a legal obligation to treat me they simply spent years trying to have me fitted up for serious offences and then incarcerated.

Thank God I’m not a Scottish Labour politician who actually trusted the bastards and kept giving them more money – I’d be dead.

The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I

The sociologist Pierre Bourdieu once described Tony Blair as the ‘most dangerous man in the world’. Bourdieu said this years before most other people woke up to just how dangerous Blair was. I have just finished reading Blair’s autobiography, ‘A Journey’. I’ve avoided reading this for years but I purchased it the other day after seeing it going for £1 at a Christmas jumble sale, so I finally decided to see what Blair had to say for himself when he wrote the book back in 2010, when he had only recently stepped down from PM, had set his heart on accumulating enormous wealth and was supping with even more unsavoury people than he had previously.

I presume that the book has been ghost written and as with Trumpers’ book (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’) it is so incriminating that I wonder whether Blair even read the manuscript before publication. I’m not going to review the whole book in detail here – Blair participated in so much wrongdoing with so many dreadful people that I’d need to dedicate the whole blog to him – but I will instead provide details about some of the key figures whom Blair relied upon and who assisted him and of course pay attention to those who were involved with health policy during his time in office. Blair’s health policy was basically to give lots of money to the Top Doctors, do nothing at all to tackle the entrenched very serious problems in the NHS, but stamp on whistleblowers so hard that no-one would dare raise concerns about anything. Blowing the whistle in the NHS has always been very nearly impossible but during Blair’s time it meant that you were well and truly finished – the Top Doctors themselves now admit this.

‘A Journey’ is written in a sort of blokey, matey, highly narcisstic style – whether Blair requested that the ghost writer do this I have no idea – but what comes across very clearly is Blair’s control-freakery, his obsession with polling and controlling the media, as well as him constantly keeping a beady eye open for signs of dissent around him. Which was pretty much what his detractors said about him at the time.  He constantly boasts about his achievements – policies which were known to be failing at the time but which New Labour simply refused to admit were failing – and praises himself particularly for his policies re education. They were the policies largely dreamed up by Lord Andrew Adonis – the Lord Adonis who is now appearing in the media virtually daily, admitting that his policies have resulted in serious problems in schools and universities. Educational sociologists told Blair and co at the time that those policies wouldn’t work, schools and universities fed back that they weren’t working but Blair ignored everyone. But then he ignored thousands of people dying at Mid-Staffs…

Blair ruthlessly targeted people who could help him no matter who they were, what they were doing or how flaky they were – Lee Kuan Yew, Berlusconi, Murdoch, Sarkozy, Bill Clinton, George Dubya Bush – the conclusion is always the same, great guy, great charisma, I could learn from them. Alastair Campbell’s appalling behaviour was dismissed as Alastair being a bit highly strung. So THAT’S why he tried to destroy the BBC and hounded Dr David Kelly to death.

Numerous New Labour failures and cock-ups get a mention – the Millenium Dome, Tessa Jowell’s bright idea to roll out gambling on an en masse scale to rejuvenate the UK economy, the round the clock boozing, ASBOs which resulted in the criminalisation of thousands of vulnerable people including children with mental health problems, cash for honours, Mandelson’s serial resignations, it’s all in there. None of it is ever Blair’s fault and whenever he can he explains why the disaster was really a rip-roaring success if only the ignorant electorate could see it. Even Prescott punching a membe