A Message Of Peace At Christmas

Previous posts eg. ‘The Vermin Club’ and ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’ discussed the enormous circle of radicals, political activists, high profile literary figures, psychoanalysts etc who spent much time in south Gwynedd –  or who were friends with those who did – during the middle decades of the 20th century, as a result of the presence of Sir Clough Williams-Ellis who married into the Bloomsbury Group and Bertrand Russell taking up residence in nearby Penthyndeudraeth. The Welsh Bloomsbury Group knew about the presence of Dafydd’s gang in the area – and pre-Dafydd, Gwynne the lobotomist’s gang – but Dafydd and Gwynne provided a service for them, not the local people, so they weren’t in the least bit worried.

One strong link between with current politicians wielding power and Croesor is via the Hobsbawm family. Eric Hobsbawm kept a second home at Croesor for many years. He left the area in the late 1970s, but connections remained. Eric’s daughter Julia spent much of her young life at Croesor, although the family’s main home was in Hampstead. Julia’s best mate from Camden High School for Girls was Sarah, with whom Hobsbawm established a PR company that worked for the Labour Party and trade unions. While working for Hobsbawm Macaulay Communications, Sarah met Gordon, just when Gordon was in need of a wife, him wanting to be PM one day and they married. For a long time the Hobsbawms had a family friend who was the wife of the Chancellor of the Exchequer but they hit the jackpot in 2007 when they found that they were mates with the PM and his wife! It was good news for the Hobsbawms but disastrous for the public services in north Wales because the Hobsbawms were right behind a group of people who had caused very great suffering in north Wales…

 

Croesor was a place of many tales of derring-do because of the numerous very well-known radicals and bohemians who lived there at some point throughout the middle decades of the 20th century. The Croesor-related story that impresses some people the most is of course The Croesor-George Blake Link, which I briefly mentioned in my post ‘O Jones, O Jones’. It was Michael Randle and Pat Pottle, who lived in Croesor for many years, who helped the spy George Blake escape from prison in 1966. In 1991 Randle and Pottle finally stood trial at the Old Bailey for their role in springing Blake from Wormwood Scrubs and smuggling him out of the UK and into the Soviet Union.

George Blake (born George Behar on 11 November 1922) worked as a double agent for the KGB. Blake became a Communist and decided to work for the KGB while a prisoner during the Korean War. Blake’s espionage was discovered in 1961 and after a great deal of ‘How Very Dare You’ from the British establishment, he was sentenced to 42 years in prison after it was alleged that his activities had led to the deaths of many, many agents. George Blake escaped from Wormwood Scrubs in 1966 and fled to the Soviet Union. Blake was not one of the Cambridge Five – or at least the received wisdom states that he wasn’t – although he associated with Donald Maclean and Kim Philby after he  arrived in the Soviet Union.

Blake was born in the Netherlands in 1922, the son of a Protestant Dutch mother and an Egyptian Jewish father who was a naturalised British subject. The family lived a comfortable existence in the Netherlands until Blake’s father’s death in 1936. The 13 year old Blake was sent to live with relatives in Egypt, where he continued his education at the English School in Cairo. When WW II broke out, Blake was back in the Netherlands. In 1940, Germany invaded and quickly defeated the Dutch military. Blake was interned but released because he was only 17. He joined the Dutch resistance as a courier. In 1942, Blake escaped from the Netherlands and he reached London in January 1943. There, he was reunited with his mother and his sisters, who had fled at the start of the war. It was in 1943 that his mother decided to change the family name from Behar to Blake.

Blake joined the Royal Navy as a sub-lieutenant before being recruited by the Secret Intelligence Service, MI6, in 1944. For the rest of the war, Blake was employed in the Dutch Section. In 1946 Blake was posted to Hamburg and put in charge of the interrogation of German U-boat captains. In 1947 the Navy sent Blake to study at Downing College, Cambridge, where his fellow students included Michael MccGwire.

With a biography like this, George Blake would have been party to huge quantities of sensitive information that the British state are still desperately refusing to come clean about, such as whatever it was that Lord Louis Mountbatten did for so long that sent everyone into a blind funk and caused state agents to do anything at all to ensure that it was never openly admitted, even years after his death. See post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

MccGwire was a Royal Navy commander who in 1952 joined GCHQ to develop naval intelligence on the Soviet Navy. In 1956-58 MccGwire became a British assistant naval attache in Moscow where he provided military intelligence. As a ‘war planner’, MccGwire worked in the Supreme Allied Commander Atlantic (SACLANT) in the US. MccGwire retired from the Navy in 1967 aged 42 and became a student in International Politics and Economics at Aberystwyth University. While at Aber, MccGwire started and ran the Interstate Journal of International Affairs and published on the Soviet Navy for the UK’s Institute of Strategic Studies. MccGwire spent a year at Aber teaching postgrads.

For much of the 20th century, Abersytwyth churned out law graduates who spent the rest of their professional lives colluding with the organised abuse and criminality in Wales and elsewhere. The institution was also managed by deeply corrupt people who perpetuated this situation. Goronwy Rees, Principal of Aber, 1953-56, was a friend of Guy Burgess and was named as a double agent himself, although Goronwy’s fan club hotly denied that. Goronwy’s brother Geraint was a High Court judge in Wales who knew Ronnie Waterhouse and the gang. MccGwire was at Aberystwyth when Carlo was a student there for a brief time learning Welsh. For further details of corrupt people in high places as Aberystwyth University, see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

 

In 1970 MccGowrie became Professor of Maritime and Strategic Studies at Dalhousie University, Canada, staying there until 1979. He then became a Senior Fellow of the think tank in Washington DC, the Brookings Institute. MccGwire semi-retired in 1990, joining Cambridge University as a visiting Professor for three years on their Global Security Programme. At Cambridge, he continued to argue for an end to nuclear deterrents. In 2006 MccGwire participated in the national debate re the replacement of Trident and after that continued publishing and commenting on world affairs. He died in 2016.

Michael MccGwire was married to Helen, formerly an occupational therapist and author of a children’s storybook. They lived in Dorset and had five children: the writer and adviser to Labour Party figures, Scarlett MccGwire; author/communication consultant Lucinda Neall; CAB adviser Katrina Higham; business publisher Rory MccGwire; and corporate financier Paddy MccGwire. Scarlett has featured in a previous post on this blog and Lucille Hughes has been involved in the senior management of the CAB for a long while.

 

After Cambridge University, George Blake was posted to Seoul, South Korea, arriving in November 1948. Under cover as a Vice-Consul, Blake’s mission was to gather intelligence on Communist North Korea, Communist China and the Soviet Far East. Blake and the other British diplomats were taken prisoner after the Korean War broke out in 1950. While in Korea, Blake became a Communist and volunteered to work for the KGB.

When Blake was asked, “Is there one incident that triggered your decision to effectively change sides?”, he responded, “It was the relentless bombing of small Korean villages by enormous American Flying Fortresses. Women and children and old people, because the young men were in the army. We might have been victims ourselves. It made me feel ashamed of belonging to these overpowering, technically superior countries fighting against what seemed to me defenceless people. I felt I was on the wrong side … that it would be better for humanity if the Communist system prevailed, that it would put an end to war”.

Following his release in 1953, Blake returned to Britain as a hero, landing at RAF Abingdon.

Blake returning from Korea in 1953

In October 1954, Blake married MI6 secretary Gillian Allan in London. In 1955, he was sent by MI6 to work as a case officer in Berlin, where his task was to recruit Soviet officers as double agents. He informed his KGB contacts of the details of British and American operations, including Operation Gold, in which a tunnel into East Berlin was used to tap telephone lines used by the Soviet military. Until Blake’s treachery was discovered, this operation had been hailed as a resounding success. It is claimed that in the course of nine years Blake betrayed details of some forty MI6 agents to the KGB, destroying most of MI6’s operations in Eastern Europe, although this remains unsubstantiated. Blake later said of this, “I don’t know what I handed over because it was so much”. In 1959 Blake became aware of a CIA mole inside GRU, the foreign military intelligence agency of the Soviet Army and was thus instrumental in exposing P.S. Popov, who was executed in 1960.

In 1961, Blake fell under suspicion after revelations by Polish defector Michael Goleniewski and others. Blake was summoned back to London from Lebanon where he was enrolled at the Middle East Centre for Aranic Studies (MECAS) and arrested on arrival in London. Blake denied that he was ever tortured or blackmailed by the North Koreans and gave his MI6 interrogators a full confession.

The maximum sentence for any one offence under section 1 of the Official Secrets Act 1911 is 14 years, but Blake’s activities were divided into five time periods charged as five offences and, in May 1961 after an in camera trial at the Old Bailey, he was sentenced to a total of 42 years imprisonment by the Lord Chief Justice, Lord Parker. It was the longest sentence (excluding life terms) ever handed down by a British court until in 1986 Nezar Hindawi was sentenced to 45 years for the attempted bombing of an El Al jet.

Hubert Lister Parker, Baron Parker of Waddington (28 May 1900 – 15 September 1972) served as Lord Chief Justice, 1958-71. He went to Rugby (in later years he was Chairman of the Governors) and Trinity College, Cambridge. Following that, Parker was called to the Bar at Lincoln’s Inn in 1924. He became a High Court judge in 1950 and by 1954 was promoted to the Court of Appeal, in which Parker served until 1958. Harold Macmillan appointed Parker as Lord Chief Justice in 1958 and Parker remained in the post until 1971. 

Parker was criticised when he imprisoned the journalists who refused to reveal their sources during the Vassall Tribunal of 1963, the Public Inquiry undertaken by the British Gov’t in the wake of the John Vassall Scandal. Vassall, a civil servant working in the Admiralty, had been revealed in 1962 to be a Soviet spy and considerable criticism had been levelled at the security arrangements that were in place. The Tribunal was established to investigate these claims and determine whether any blame could be laid on officials or ministers. At first, the Inquiry was to be conducted by three senior civil servants. However, before it could begin, letters were discovered in Vassall’s possession from Tam Galbraith, who had been Civil Lord of the Admiralty. See previous posts. Vassall had been Galbraith’s junior Private Secretary; nevertheless some people suggested that it was odd that a minister would communicate by post with an official of his own department and there was considerable speculation of impropriety in the press. Given Vassall’s homosexuality, which had now become known, there were rumours that he and Galbraith were involved with each other and that Galbraith might have shielded him from discovery. The committee of civil servants investigated the correspondence and declared it innocent, but this verdict was not universally accepted. Eventually, the PM, Harold Macmillan, was compelled to open a wider Inquiry, conducted by three jurists. The Inquiry determined that Vassall had not been helped or favoured by any of his seniors.

Like so many other people, John Vassall will have known whatever it was going on in the Royal Navy and the Admiralty at the time that Gov’t was so desperate to keep quiet. Vassall was arrested in 1962 and was subsequently sentenced to 18 years’ imprisonment; he was released in 1972 after 10 years. Vassall was befriended in prison by the social reformer, Lord Longford, who during all that prison visiting and reforming gathered a great deal of information regarding who was witness to Naughtiness In High Places (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’). Vassall subsequently changed his surname to Phillips, settled in St John’s Wood, London and worked as an administrator at the British Records Association and for a firm of solicitors in Gray’s Inn. He died after suffering a heart attack on a London bus in November 1996, two months before the Waterhouse Inquiry opened: it was not until nearly three weeks later that the press became aware of Vassall’s death. Ronnie Waterhouse lived in St John’s Wood, as did a great many lawyers, judges and politicians who were keeping the lid on the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

Lord Parker’s judgement with regard to the Vassall Tribunal stated in part that “the citizen’s highest duty is to the State”. Unfortunately for people like John Vassall who began dropping like flies as the Waterhouse Inquiry loomed and then got underway, the State was complicit with a bunch of vicious gangsters who were forcing kids and vulnerable people into sex work and bumping them off if they told people what was happening to them. Parker was quoted as saying that the Courts “have a positive responsibility to be the handmaiden of administration rather than its governor”. So who WAS/IS the Guvnor?

However, Lord Parker was popular among the legal profession as he secured improvements in judicial salaries and pensions. Which was an effective way of ensuring a tame judiciary that is the handmaiden of administration rather than its governor.

 

    • Lord Parker was a ‘mild reformer’ who supported legal aid, tried to modernise some judicial procedures and took an active part in Lords debates. He supported moves to abolish the death penalty.

 

On 22 October 1966, George Blake escaped from Wormwood Scrubs with the assistance of three men whom he had met in jail: Sean Bourke, Pat Pottle and Michael Randle, the escape being masterminded by Bourke. Sean Bourke was a petty Irish criminal, Pat and Michael were two anti-nuclear activists who had spent years living in Croesor.

In 1989, Michael Randle and Pat Pottle published their book giving an account of Blake’s escape, along with their rationale for helping him, ‘The Blake Escape: How We Freed George Blake And Why’. When in June 1991 Randle and Pottle stood trial at the Old Bailey for their part in the escape they were no longer living at Croesor. They defended themselves in court, arguing that while they in no way condoned Blake’s espionage activities for either side, they were right to help him because the 42 year sentence that he received was inhuman and hypocritical. Despite a virtual direction from the judge to convict, the jury found them not guilty on all counts.

Their trial attracted a great deal of publicity partly because there was such a high degree of farce involved. The crime had taken place many years before and it was unclear why it was suddenly deemed so important for Randle and Pottle to stand trial. What really attracted attention though were the allegations that the security services themselves had helped Bourke, Randle and Pottle spring Blake. It was also claimed by some that CND had been behind the escape. Randle and Pottle were CND activists but always denied that the escape was a CND act and they also denied that they had been assisted by the security services.

 

Randle and Pottle both served as Secretaries of the Committee of 100,  an anti-war group that was set up in 1960 by Bertrand Russell, Ralph Schoenman and the Rev Michael Scott. Pat Pottle was always referred to by people in north Wales as ‘Bertrand Russell’s Secretary’ rather than the ‘Secretary of the Committee of 100’. Randle was appointed as Secretary when the Committee of 100 was created, but Pottle took over the following year after Randle was jailed for his involvement in an anti-nuclear demonstration; Pottle himself had recently been released from prison after being jailed for his part in organising the demonstration at Wethersfield, of which more details will be provided later in this post. In 1955, Russell leased Plas Penrhyn in Penrhyndeudraeth, some four or five miles from Croesor and in the following year it became his principal residence.

People around Croesor talked to me about Russell, Pottle, Randle and Schoenman, but no-one ever mentioned Michael Scott. A lot of people involved with the activism took a rather dim view of Schoenman, but never explained why.

 

The Rev Guthrie Michael Scott, (30 July 1907 – 14 September 1983), was an Anglican priest and an anti-apartheid activist, who became active in anti-apartheid in South Africa in the 1940s. Scott was born in Sussex on 30 July 1907 and educated at King’s College, Taunton, Chichester Theological College and St Paul’s College, Grahamstown. Scott was ordained by George Bell in 1932, the George Bell who in recent years has been at the centre of a huge row in the Anglican Church regarding allegations that he was a child molester. Scott’s career began with curacies in Slaugham and Kensington. He was Domestic Chaplain to the Bishop of Bombay, 1935-37 and then served at St Paul’s Cathedral, Calcutta. In 1943 Scott moved to Johannesburg where he was Chaplain to the St Alban’s Mission. In 1952, Scott co-founded the Africa Bureau, “an organisation to advise and support Africans who wished to oppose by constitutional means political decisions affecting their lives and futures imposed by alien governments.” He was a leading international promoter of Namibian independence along with Chief Hosea Kutako and Captain Hendrik Samuel Witbooi. For his efforts in the Namibian War of Independence, Scott has a street named after him in Windhoek. He met with Martin Luther King Jr. during Ghana’s celebration of independence.

 

The Committee of 100 was committed to a campaign against nuclear weapons based on non-violent mass civil disobedience. The idea emerged early in 1960 in discussions between Ralph Schoenman, Hugh Brock, April Carter, Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law Ralph Miliband and Stuart Hall, some 23 years before Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law and Stuart Hall began a campaign of mass civil disobedience with the aim of hampering Brown’s career (see previous posts ‘eg. Life In Cold Blood’).

When Bertrand Russell established the Committee of 100, Dafydd and John Allen hadn’t yet gone into business big-style, but there had been organised abuse in north Wales for years; Gwynne the lobotomist ruled supreme and locals who crossed the path of powerful people were destroyed. Bertrand Russell and his mates had nothing to fear, Gwynne and subsequently Dafydd were there to serve the needs of posh powerful people.

 

Schoenman approached Bertrand Russell, the President of CND, with the idea which led to the Committee of 100. Russell resigned from the Presidency of CND in order to form the Committee of 100, which was launched at a meeting in London on 22 October 1960 with a hundred signatures. Russell was elected as President and Michael Randle was appointed Secretary. Russell explained his reasons for setting up the Committee of 100 in an article in the ‘New Statesman’ in February 1961.

Many in CND, including some of its founders, supported the Committee of 100’s campaign of civil disobedience. In 1958 CND had cautiously accepted direct action as a possible method of campaigning; but, largely under the influence of Canon John Collins, CND Chairman, CND’s leadership opposed any sort of unlawful protest. The Committee of 100 was created as a separate organisation partly for that reason and partly because of personal animosity between Collins and Russell. It has been suggested that this separation weakened the campaign against nuclear weapons and research also suggested that during the activities of the Committee of 100, public support for unilateral disarmament decreased, so Bertrand Russell’s campaign seemed to be counter-productive. About as effective as Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law’s and Stuart Hall’s efforts to stop Brown getting a PhD and publishing…

DUH!!! Rethink needed!

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The Crisis being that from the mid- 1980s onwards, Brown and his friends refused to shut up about the vile old lobotomist and his gang who had for years been supplying kids and young people to provide sexual services for Bertrand’s circle…

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Bertrand was long dead but there was his legacy and his many friends and family to think about and of course CND and the other Radical Causes with which so many of those who had been and still were involved were also linked to the sexual exploitation of kids and young people, as well as the associated serious organised crime.

Many of the ageing and recently retired social workers of Gwynedd turned out for the Feb 2003 anti-Iraq War march. Never mind the gangsters and the murders of witnesses, there’s the world to save, an organic wholefood diet to follow and an angry letter to ‘The Guardian’ to be written.

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Which is why this happened a few weeks later:

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Prof Stuart Hall and his mates found themselves with an even greater Crisis to police in 2003 when Merfyn Jones, the then acting VC of Bangor University, gave me a place to do a PhD. The Crisis worsened when Merfyn’s appointment as VC was confirmed in 2004 and then race riots broke out in 2005 when I acquired my PhD. The solution to the serious civil disorder was to Get Merfyn (see post ‘Lest We Forget’). As well as Brown and me of course. I mean Merfyn was from Llanfrothen but his dad wasn’t Bertrand Russell!!!

 

‘The Brondanw Arms’, the pub that Merfyn’s parents ran in Llanfrothen as tenants of Eric Hobsbawm’s friend Sir Clough Williams-Ellis:
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Information about Plas Penrhyn can be found on the website of ‘Humanist Heritage’. Among other things we are told:

Plas Penrhyn was Bertrand Russell’s home in Penrhyndeudraeth, Wales. Russell had a fondness for Wales and would live there for most of his later years.  The original idea to move to Wales was to provide a suitable place for his grandson’s family to live comfortably.  John, Russell’s grandson, wanted to be a writer and there was little way to support his wife and three children in this manner. Plas Penrhyn was near Duedraeth castle where Russell had stayed before and was near the sea (Penrhyndeudraeth means peninsula with two beaches in Welsh).  Percy Bysshe Shelley also had maintained a cottage in the local area.

It was from this regency manor that Russell would telegram both Khrushchev and Kennedy during the Cuban Missile Crisis, write his biography and live out his later years. In one passage of his biography he describes his first impressions of the house:

We stopped in North Wales where our friends Rupert and Elizabeth Crawshay-Williams had found a house, Plas Penrhyn, that they thought would make a pleasant holiday house for us and the children. It was small and unpretentious, but had a delightful garden and little orchard and a number of fine beech trees. Above all, it had a most lovely view, south to the sea, west to Portmadoc and the Caernarvon hills, and north up the valley of the Glasslyn to Snowdon. I was captivated by it, and particularly pleased that across the valley could be seen the house where Shelley lived. The owner of Plas Penrhyn agreed to let it to us largely, I think, because he, too, is a lover of Shelley and was much taken by my desire to write an essay on ‘Shelley the Tough’ (as opposed to the ‘ineffectual angel’). Later, I met a man at Tan-y-Ralt, Shelley’s house, who said he had been a cannibal…

 

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Nye’s humble cott in Belgravia, the Nye who’s World Envying Achievement provided 100% protection to ineffectual Angels as well as to downright abusive Angels who were running the trafficking gang in north Wales:

‘The greatest ever lion and lioness of Labour’: the Windbag on Nye Bevan and Jennie Lee. The Windbag who was a personal friend of some of those in the trafficking gang as were both of his parents-in-law in the previous generation.

Brown and Baker are Damaging The NHS With Their Publications!

Merfyn Jones is destroying my university, my language and my culture‘: the phrase spat at me by two other associates of the trafficking gang. Er, was this little slogan possibly doing the rounds amidst the Get Merfyn campaign? Since when did Miranda, Gordon and David Cameron give a damn about Bangor University, the Welsh language or indeed any putative Welsh culture, suckers???

Yma O Hyd!

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The parents of Brown and Baker weren’t Bertrand Russell either, indeed our parents weren’t even members of the New Left, which must have been why Col Brown was found suddenly and unexpectedly dead during the Waterhouse Inquiry and Mrs Brown was found suddenly and unexpectedly dead just after I finished my PhD, when the SPG were brought in to police the Crisis.

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The SPG came into their own after Merfyn was appointed the Chairman of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board and the combined forces of the gwerin, the Top Docs et al and the descendants and friends of the New Left organised to allow numerous NHS patients to die in order to cause a scandal and thus force Merfyn to resign and leave public life (see post ‘The Point Is To Change It’). Added extras were guns being waved at me as well as someone who provided a witness statement, attempts to run Brown and I off the road at high speed and me being wrongfully arrested repeatedly and unlawfully refused all medical care. Let’s hear it for Radical Action!

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The Committee of 100’s campaign tactic was to organise sit-down demonstrations, which were not to be undertaken without at least 2,000 volunteers pledging to take part. Many eminent people participated in the sit-downs but few of the 100 signatories took part in the Committee’s activities. Demonstrators were required to adopt a discipline of non-violence and were recommended to remain limp if arrested and to refuse to co-operate in any way until inside the police station.

While I lived in north Wales I met a few people who had been part of the Committee of 100’s demonstrations, some of whom had joined the Committee of 100 at a young age. Merfyn joined while he was still at school and I knew another person who had joined as a school girl who had been arrested and imprisoned as a result of one demo, although she was only 15 yrs old. There was quite a fuss when Holloway discovered that one of their prisoners was a school girl.

I got to know this person better as a result of Brown and me publishing about the problems in the NHS in north Wales. She knew people who were going to England for mental health care because they just could not get any in north Wales and her own father was treated appallingly as a patient in Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. She raised her concerns and was subjected to insults and ridicule from the Angels. This was not a family who could be pathologised as plebs Ignoring Public Health Messages, the elderly man who had the Ysbyty Glan Clwyd Experience was a retired senior Army officer and his daughter was an academic who also worked as a journalist. The family did not publicise what had happened because it was all just so distressing that they wanted to retain their privacy and dignity, which was often why so much gross abuse of patients does not become public. Mark Drakeford knows that most of the families involved in the Tawel Fan scandal at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd never went public on just how bad it all was for the same reason.

The care of the elderly in Ysbyty Glan Clwyd was known to be atrocious and had been for years. It was ignored, even when Prof Clare Wenger, a retired academic from Bangor University and a specialist in the well-being of older people, wrote a report about her own experiences as a patient there and went to the media in 2007. Clare Wenger was denounced by Ysbyty Glan Clwyd as a stuck up old cow and not one person came to her defence in public, although every health and social care specialist at Bangor University, every politician in north Wales and every Top Doctor knew that Clare Wenger was not exaggerating with regard to just how bad the ‘care’ of elderly patients in that hospital was. See previous posts. Sadly, even Clare herself did not flag it up until she got in the neck…

First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak for me.

 

Look around. There is no-one left to speak out. No-one.

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At first, the Committee of 100 differed from CND only in its methods. Within the Committee, however, there were different ideas about civil disobedience, direct action and non-violence. Bertrand Russell saw mass civil disobedience merely as a way of getting publicity for the unilateralist cause. Some members followed Gandhi and they regarded direct action as a way of creating a non-violent society. Ralph Schoenman and others, including the anarchists who later led the organisation, saw direct action as a sort of insurrection that could force the state to give up nuclear weapons. Once that had been achieved, perhaps they could have done the world an even bigger favour and dealt with Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd. Nicolas Walter, a prominent member of the Committee, said later that it had been an anarchist organisation from its inception and that the hundred signatories were, in effect, a front.

The Committee’s first act of civil disobedience on 18 February 1961 was a sit-down demonstration at the MoD in Whitehall, London, to coincide with the expected arrival of USS Proteus on the River Clyde. Between 1,000 and 6,000 people took part; there were no arrests. At the next sit-down demonstration, on 29 April 1961 in Parliament Square, the police arrested 826 people. There were also marches and sit-downs against nuclear testing and demonstrations at the US and Soviet embassies in London and at the Polaris submarine base. 

On 17 September 1961, Battle of Britain Day, supporters blocked the pierheads at Holy Loch and the approaches to Trafalgar Square. The September demonstration is regarded as the high-water mark of the Committee of 100. A week before the demonstration, the hundred committee members were summoned to court without charge under the Justices of the Peace Act of 1361, because they “incited members of the public to commit breaches of the peace” and were likely to continue to do so. The court bound them to a promise of good behaviour for 12 months; 32, including Bertrand Russell, then aged 89, refused to be bound over and chose to go to prison instead. It is estimated that 12,000 to 15,000 people attended the demonstration despite the invocation of the Public Order Act, which effectively made it illegal to be in the vicinity of central London that day. Several thousand sat down and there were 1,314 arrests, but no violence from demonstrators despite allegations of police brutality.

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The success of the September demonstration encouraged the Committee to move from symbolic sit-down demonstrations in London to mass direct action at the places where nuclear weapons would be deployed and they planned simultaneous demonstrations on 9 December 1961 to walk on to RAF bases at Wethersfield, Ruislip, Brize Norton and Cardiff to sit on the runways and to prevent planes from taking off and street sit-downs in Bristol, Manchester and York.

The official response to the Committee of 100 had escalated from prosecution for incitement to breach of the peace to prosecution for the much more serious offences of conspiracy and incitement to breach the Official Secrets Act. Six organisers, the “Wethersfield Six”, were charged with these offences and five later imprisoned for eighteen months: Ian Dixon, Terry Chandler, Trevor Hatton, Michael Randle, Pat Pottle; and the sixth, Helen Allegranza, to twelve months. Bertrand Russell said that he was equally responsible, but the authorities ignored him and concentrated on the six young, unknown Committee of 100 officers. 3,000 military and civilian police were mobilised at Wethersfield. 5,000 demonstrated there and 850 were arrested. The Wethersfield demonstration was the Committee’s last act of large-scale civil disobedience. There were recriminations within the Committee, one internal memorandum saying that its policies had turned it into “a public spectacle, a group isolated from the general body of public opinion and feeling.” Herbert Read resigned from the Committee, saying that the action was “strategically foolish”. The Committee was weakened by the imprisonment of its officers.

The force used by the police at sit-down demonstrations surprised many of the demonstrators, which, with the Committee’s insistence on nonviolence and the use of pre-emptive arrests for conspiracy, discouraged many and support dwindled. The Committee’s plan to “fill the jails” by means of mass civil disobedience and thus compel the Gov’t to respond to their demands, was frustrated by the authorities imprisoning a few important members and ignoring the rest. Ralph’s brother-in-law Uncle Harry and his colleagues subsequently did ensure that the jails were indeed filled, but with Empowered Service Users rather than anti-nuclear activists. The harsh sentences on the Wethersfield Six “brought home to the Committee its inadequacy when faced with the might of the State,” and some of the Committee’s leaders were not willing to “fill the jails”, mounting strenuous appeals against conviction or, in the case of Pat Pottle, going on the run. Pottle went into hiding in December 1961, when he was wanted by the police after the occupation at Wethersfield. It was only in February 1962, when he appeared at a press conference at Kingsway Hall in London, that Pottle was arrested by Special Branch. He defended himself at his trial and attempted to use the trial as a platform for his political beliefs. Pottle, Randle and  the four other Wethersfield Six defendants were jailed for 18 months.

These days jails are not for peace activists or even serious criminals, they are for Empowered Service Users, who, should they say one word in protest, even when having been obviously framed, will be told by Caring Angels and Top Doctors that they Should Have Thought Of That Before. Fortunately, when Professor Oliver Brooke of St George’s Hospital Medical School Didn’t Think before he assisted in the organisation of a pan-European paedophile ring, his Eminent Colleagues realised that a prison sentence caused Great Suffering for a man like Ollie and at Ollie’s appeal in May 1987, five months after he was imprisoned, Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane received many testimonials and letters of support for Ollie, declared Ollie’s enthusiasm for child porn to be the equivalent of a collection of ‘cigarette cards’ – did packets of fags still come with cigarette cards in 1987??? – and ordered Ollie’s release, although Ollie’s conviction was not overturned. See post ‘Oliver!’.

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  • By 1962, half of the original 100 signatories to the Committee of 100 had resigned. The Committee was in debt, faced the failure of its mass civil-disobedience campaign and was dissolved. The campaign was decentralised and thirteen regional committees, each with a hundred members, became responsible for organising demonstrations, with a co-ordinating National Committee. Of the regional committees, the London Committee of 100 was the most active and influential. A national magazine was launched by the London Committee in April 1963. Like CND, the Committee of 100 had begun with a self-appointed and unelected leadership and like CND, it faced pressure for greater participation by supporters. This re-organisation was intended to involve more people in decision making and to spread demonstrations throughout the country; Bertrand Russell opposed this. Well of course he did, because they weren’t Earl Russell, the Nobel Laureate and Very Clever Philosopher.

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In March 1962, Russell addressed a sit-down demonstration in Parliament Square against the sentences on the Wethersfield Six. All the 1,172 protesters were arrested, but there was a growing feeling that such demonstrations were becoming an end in themselves and would not now create a mass movement against nuclear weapons. A sit-down of 7,000 outside the Air Ministry planned for the following September had to be called off because of lack of support.

To underline its opposition to Russian nuclear weapons as well as those of the West, the Committee held a demonstration in Red Square, Moscow, at an international congress of the World Peace Council in the summer of 1962, calling for the abolition of all nuclear weapons and attacking the Soviet system.

From 1962 onwards, the Committee became increasingly radical and extended its campaigns to issues other than nuclear weapons. Peter Cardogan, an officer of the Committee, said that it was “trying to go in 12 directions at once”, including campaigning for civil liberties in Greece, against Harold Wilson’s failure to produce a promised Vietnam peace initiative and against siting London’s third airport at Stansted. In 1963 Russell resigned, although he was careful not to denigrate it publicly. Following Russell’s departure, the public image of the Committee deteriorated, many signatories also resigned and “the Committee of 100 ventured even further into the wilderness of libertarian politics”.

Members of the Committee of 100 doubled up as the Spies for Peace and were responsible for the revelations in 1963 regarding the Regional Seats of Gov’t, a network of secret Gov’t bunkers.

The Committee’s interest in Greek politics was sparked by the banning of a march by the Greek “Bertrand Russell Committee of 100” in Easter 1963, by the expulsion of some of the British Committee of 100’s members when they attempted to join the march and by the murder of Grigoris Lambrakis, a Greek MP and peace activist. Plans to protest against the London visit by King Paul and Queen Frederika in July 1963 were met by official attempts to prevent the demonstrations and draconian prison sentences on demonstrators. Macmillan’s Gov’t was criticised in the press for the severity of its treatment of the demonstrators and eventually there were embarrassing climb-downs. Some of the sentences were overturned on appeal and the Home Secretary, Henry Brooke, had to offer financial compensation.

Henry Brooke, as well as members of his family were directly responsible for concealing successive generations of the Westminster Paedophile Ring and of course the crimes of Dafydd’s gang. Brooke was married to Barbara Brooke, the daughter of a Welsh Nonconformist Minister, who became Baroness Barbara Brooke and ruled over swathes of the NHS in London; their son was Peter Brooke, the Cabinet Minister in Thatch’s and then John Major’s Gov’ts. Another son was Sir Henry Brooke, a Lord Justice of Appeal and there were also two daughters who married Top Doctors. See previous posts for details of this unpleasant dynasty.

 

One of the demonstrators criminalised by Henry Brooke et al proved that an offensive weapon had been planted on him and forced a public inquiry that criticised the police and led to the eventual imprisonment of three officers. However, a nine month sentence on Terry Chandler, Secretary of the London Committee, was upheld on appeal. Diana Shelley said that the imprisonment of Chandler, “the force which had driven” the Committee throughout the summer, had a profoundly damaging effect. Four years after these events, following the 1967 military coup in Greece, a “non-violent invasion” of the Greek embassy resulted in prison sentences of up to fifteen months for Committee of 100 demonstrators.

Previous posts have discussed Patient F who was targeted by Dafydd and the gang repeatedly. Their biggest immediate problem with F was that he found out about the abuse of kids in one of the children’s homes in Bangor and challenged the gang about it; he also knew plenty about police corruption and the abuse of psych patients. When younger, F had been a fixture of the art and rock scene in the south east of England and Dafydd was fully aware that F seemed to have info about the deaths of Jimi Hendrix and Brian Jones. F also had a great deal of information on David Hockney, Francis Bacon and Mick Jagger. Dafydd and the gang probably won’t have known this, but MI5 would: when F was young, he and his mates travelled extensively, through Afghanistan, Turkey, Morocco etc and they also went to Greece, where they were held at gun point by soldiers. F and his friends had found an empty building to kip in and there were flags rolled up in there, so they unrolled them and hung them up outside. They were the flags of the previous regime in Greece and the Colonels nearly shot F et al for flying the wrong flag…

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Ralph Schoenman (born 1935) is an American left-wing activist who was Personal Secretary to Bertrand Russell and became General Secretary of the Bertrand Russell Peace Foundation. He was involved in a number of projects supported by Russell, but shortly before Russell’s death in 1970, Russell publicly broke with Schoenman.

Born in New York, Schoenman was educated at Princeton University, but left the U.S. for Britain in 1958. He became active in the CND after arriving in Britain, which brought him into contact with Russell, for whom Schoenman began working in 1960. Bernard Levin wrote critically of Schoenman’s influence on the aged Russell, painting Schoenman as partly responsible for Russell’s virulent anti-Americanism, in contrast to his earlier pronouncements against communism. Russell said of Schoenman, “You know he is a rather rash young man, and I have to restrain him.”

In 1963, Schoenman participated as Russell’s Secretary in attempts to mediate a solution for the Sino-Indian border conflict, after China declared a ceasefire the previous year. Schoenman was an organiser and member of the Russell Tribunal, an International War Crimes Tribunal which visited North Vietnam and Cambodia, 1966-67. After making these visits, Schoenman argued in a hearing of the tribunal that the U.S. had committed genocide in Vietnam. During the course of the tribunal, the U.S. Govt revoked Schoenman’s passport because of unauthorised visits to North Vietnam. In November 1967, Schoenman was deported back to the U.S. by Bolivian authorities when he travelled there to attend the trial of Regis Debray. As a result, he was prevented from attending the tribunal’s proceedings in Copenhagen later that month because Danish authorities refused to allow him to enter without a passport. This led to a sequence in which Schoenman shuttled between several European countries, none of which would admit him, before illegally entering Britain, where he remained for 10 days until being deported in June 1968.

Russell publicly repudiated his relationship with Schoenman in December 1969 and had him removed from the Board of the Bertrand Russell Peace Foundation. Schoenman then renamed the American branch of the foundation the American Foundation for Social Justice and continued to promote hearings into alleged US atrocities in Vietnam. Later, Schoenman settled in Princeton, but was again able to travel, visiting Iran during the waning days of the Shah’s Gov’t to raise awareness of the human rights violations of the U.S. backed Gov’t. The new Provisional Revolutionary Gov’t expelled him in March 1979.

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Since 2002 Ralph Schoenman has worked with documentary filmmaker, Mya Shone, providing commentary for radio stations in many parts of the United States and Canada and produces the “Taking Aim” radio show, billed as “Uncompromising, fact intensive exposés of the hidden workings of a capitalist system addicted to permanent war”.

Ralph, once you have brought down global capitalism and put an end to permanent war, how about a documentary exposing Dafydd et al, whom you knew all about when you were knocking around north Wales for all that time? My friend wanted to do it in the late 1980s, which is why she was driven out of her job at the Royal Television Society and her husband was forced out of the BBC. Part of your expose could include the activities of Dafydd’s pals at the Walton Centre, in who’s care Merfyn’s wife Nerys died in 2008. After Nerys had divorced Orlando Patterson, the US answer to Stuart Hall she returned from the US and married Merfyn.

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Ralph Schoenman got busy with those documentaries in the wake of the Waterhouse Report when people just wouldn’t stop alleging that there had been a huge cover up, the year before Merfyn Jones was appointed acting VC of Bangor University; Merfyn had been effectively performing that role for a while before it was confirmed.

In 2002 I wasn’t an acting VC or anything else, I had been unlawfully forced out of my teaching job by the gwerin and the gang and had been charged with ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ on the basis of the perjury of at least eight people, most of them NHS employees. The charges were withdrawn on the first day of the trial, which was repeatedly adjourned so I was on bail until 2004. I then received a letter from the DES telling me that I was under investigation with a view to striking me off the teaching register as a ‘dangerous teacher’. My name was cleared by a junior Minister who was a friend of Merfyn’s; he was then named in the media as a Minister who had let a paedophile remain on the teaching register. See previous posts.

Ralph knows the identities of some real paedophiles don’t you Ralph?

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Julia: Your dad was of course working for MI5, so I have no way of knowing if he wasn’t quietly working hard to undermine the gang of child abusers with whom he associated for so many years, but if he was, he wasn’t very effective. It doesn’t take a great deal of Editorial Intelligence to work that out.

 

 

Michael Randle and Pat Pottle met George Blake in Wormwood Scrubs after they had been sentenced to 18 months imprisonment in 1962 for their part in organising the Committee of 100 demo at the USAF base in Wethersfield. Michael Randle also got to chat with John Vassall while he was in the Scrubs.

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Born in England in 1933, Michael Randle spent WW II with relatives in Ireland. Active in the peace movement since registering as a conscientious objector to military service in 1951, Randle was a member of the Aldermaston March Committee which organised the first Aldermaston March against British nuclear weapons at Easter 1958. He was Chairman of the Direct Action Committee Against Nuclear War, 1958–61; Secretary of the Committee of 100, 1960–61; and a Council and Executive member of War Resisters’ International, 1960–88, including the Chairman, 1966–73.

In 1959–60, Randle spent a year in Ghana, participating in the Sahara Protest Team against French atomic bomb tests in the Algerian Sahara and helping to organise a pan-African conference in Accra which took place in April 1960. In 1962, he was sentenced for his part in the Wethersfield demo; while Randle was serving that sentence his first son, Sean, was born. In October 1967, Randle was sentenced to 12 months’ imprisonment for participating in an occupation of the Greek Embassy in London following the Colonels’ coup in April of that year.

During his time in the Scrubs, 1962–3, Randle became friends with George Blake. After he escaped from prison, Blake then stayed at ‘safe’ houses around London which were mostly friends of Randle’s and Pottle’s, before he was hidden in a secret compartment in a camper van and Michael Randle drove him to Eastern Europe, with Randle’s children sitting on top of the seat that Blake was hidden underneath to put off any customs officers who might look into the van.

Michael Randle took a keen interest in developments in Eastern Europe. In 1956, he undertook a march from Vienna to Budapest with leaflets expressing support for Hungarian passive resistance to the Soviet occupation, though he was prevented from entering Hungary by Austrian border guards. In 1968, Randle jointly co-ordinated for War Resisters’ International protests in Moscow, Budapest, Sofia and Warsaw against the Soviet-led invasion of Czechoslovakia. In the 1970s and 1980s, he collaborated with the Czech dissident, Jan Kavan, then living in London, smuggling literature and equipment to the democratic opposition in Czechoslovakia.

In 1966, Randle graduated from London University and in 1981 completed an M.Phil in Peace Studies at Bradford University and then a PhD in Peace Studies at Bradford in 1994. There was a trafficking gang operating in the Bradford region with links to Dafydd’s gang, the guest star of which was of course Jimmy Savile, who by 1994 was the manager of Broadmoor Hospital and sexually assaulting patients there. Previous posts eg. ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’, ‘The Banality of Evil’ and ‘Now Then…’ have detailed how from the early summer of 1994, Dafydd and the gang were working very hard to have me constructed as ‘dangerous’ and transferred to an institution like Broadmoor. Their efforts began in earnest immediately after I and Patient F met with two members of the Mental Health Act Commission and raised our concerns about Dafydd sexually exploiting patients and serious complaints about Dafydd and his colleagues not being investigated.

The shenanigans in north Wales were accompanied by a major research fraud committed by two Top Docs at St George’s Hospital Medical School in London, Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain and Malcolm Pearce, for whom I had previously worked as a research assistant, which, had they not been caught, would have seen them established as making medical history and any attempt on my part to publish anything about their wrongdoing or their collusion with Dafydd and the gang in north Wales would have resulted in me being cast as a nutter telling porkies about World Famous Top Docs. There was further wriggling after Chamberlain and Pearce were exposed. Chamberlain, the more senior of the two and a man who was friends with Sir George Pinker, the Royal Gynaecologist who delivered William and Harry, as well as celebs such as Cilla Black, blamed everything on Malcolm and later gave evidence against Malcolm at the GMC hearing in 1995. Malcolm was struck off but what wasn’t made public was that Malcolm was then given a job as a medical negligence expert no less. When I worked at St George’s, 1989-91, I was officially Malcolm’s research assistant, although Chamberlain was Head of Dept. So even after it all blew up in their faces, had I gone public, I would have been known as the research assistant of that terrible man who faked his own research and no doubt Chamberlain would have been happy to confirm that I was a wrong ‘un, not having been publicly disgraced himself. Malcolm wouldn’t have come forward because he had that nice little number as a negligence expert and there’d have been one hell of a row if it had been known.

I don’t know who cooked all this up, but it was well beyond the ken of the St George’s crowd or indeed the Health Secretaries at the time, Virginia Bottomley, a former psychiatric social worker and then Stephen Dorrell, both of whom concealed the criminality at St George’s and in north Wales. See previous posts. The arrangements with regard to Chamberlain and Malcolm involved people at the highest levels of Gov’t as well as the security services. However it did all save the face of the man who since 1976 had been Chancellor of Bangor University and who also had a few other links to this heap of crap.

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On 9 June 1994, Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. On 13 June, the trial of Peter Howarth, Arnold’s long time friend and colleague, for the sexual abuse of boys in his care, opened at Chester Crown Court. Howarth went on trial with Paul Wilson. On 8 July, Howarth was found guilty and sentenced to 10 years in prison; Wilson was acquitted on all charges. Howarth maintained that he’d taken the rap for other abusers who were protected by their Friends in High Places. In April 1997, just after Waterhouse Inquiry had opened, it was briefly suspended because Sir Ronnie suddenly felt like a holiday in Hong Kong, during which time he met up with Derry Irvine, who was either the man who within days would be Lord Chancellor or he was the Lord Chancellor, depending upon the day that Ronnie and Derry bumped into each other. While Ronnie was in Hong Kong, Peter Howarth died in HMP Wakefield from a heart attack. Ronnie had previously worked with Derry and Derry’s two junior barristers, Tony and Cherie!

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The Courts, lawyers and judges of the Chester and Wales Circuit were and still are endemically corrupt and have colluded with organised abuse on Wales for decades. In 1990 three Gwynedd County Council social workers and their colleague, an Angel, perjured themselves in Chester Court in an attempt to have me imprisoned for breaching a High Court injunction. It became obvious that they had lied on oath and the case fell apart. There was no investigation. I now have copies of documentation relating to that case and the granting of the injunction just weeks previously. Perjury had been involved in obtaining the injunction. The injunction had been applied for and granted by the High Court in Leeds, although I lived in Bethesda in Gwynedd. Sir John Kay granted the injunction. Leeds falls within the Northern Circuit; barristers and judges on the Northern Circuit were colluding with Jimmy Savile and the Yorkshire gang. Until he made his name by acting for Jeremy Thorpe when Thorpe was tried for conspiracy and threats to kill at the Old Bailey in 1979, George Carman QC worked on the Northern Circuit. Carman was a grade A crook who spent years concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the constituent gangs. Cherie Booth worked in Carman’s Chambers until 1988 and Miranda had been his pupil. Jimmy Savile was said to have ‘held’ Carman in reserve lest any media outlet ever named him as an abuser. Greville Janner retained George Carman when he was interviewed by the police re the abuse of children in care in the early 1990s. In his later years, Carman lived in Wimbledon, as did Geoffrey Chamberlain and many other Top Doctors and staff of St George’s. John Moore, Thatch’s Secretary of State for Social Services, 1987-88 and Secretary of State for Social Security, 1988-89, also lived at Wimbledon and interestingly enough refused to risk his own neck at St George’s in Nov 1987 when he became ill himself. Moore was a instead a patient at the private Parkside Hospital in Wimbledon. This was not surprising; Moore was at the top of the DHSS and knew that the Dept itself and the NHS was in chaos; he also knew that serious organised crime had permeated St George’s Hospital and that a huge trafficking ring was being facilitated by the staff. Ollie Brooke had been released from prison early in the summer of 1987…

When I first arrived to work at St George’s myself in 1989, Parkside Hospital were advertising for part-time lab staff and I showed interest in doing a few hours for them at weekends. When I mentioned this to my new colleagues at St George’s, they became incredibly nasty. The senior technician David Hole started shouting at me and stated that he wouldn’t give me a reference if I applied for a job at Parkside and I gained the impression that Hole was going to ensure that no-one else did either. I was baffled by the complete hostility but I now know that by that time Hole was fully aware that I was refusing to drop my complaints about Dafydd et al who were linked to the ring that Hole’s own colleagues were involved with. Hole was the MSF rep, he was corrupt and he was using his knowledge of the criminal Top Docs to personally benefit. Hole couched his aggression in ‘I hate private medicine’ – well he was an SDP Councillor – but he was working with NHS consultants who were also running Harley Street practices and raking in the dosh. When I found out about John Moore recently I wondered whether Hole and co had been desperate to keep my away from Parkside lest I bumped into a few of the Rich N Famous in Gov’t who were providing the umbrellas for Ollie Brooke et al.

 

Documents in my possession show that the perjury and even much of the rigging of the court cases involving me, including the perjury at Leeds High Court and subsequently in Chester, was organised by Ron Evans, a lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, who was communicating directly with Lucille Hughes and NHS managers and staff in north Wales. Ron forged and altered documents in the process. See previous posts eg. ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’. Ron’s wife taught history at Bangor University and also serves as a magistrate in north Wales and their daughter is a lawyer who entered the civil service and by 2011 was employed as Peter Mandelson’s aide.

Gwynedd Social Services came after me – and F – again in 1993. Jackie Brandt, one of the Gwynedd social workers who had perjured herself in 1990, made a statement to the North Wales Police maintaining that I had screamed and yelled at her in Safeways in Bangor, such that she feared imminent attack. I was prosecuted and subsequently tried at Bangor Magistrates Court in the summer of 1993. Brandt got her own name wrong in the witness box, admitted that she had lied to the police and that I hadn’t even spoken to her in Safeways and then started crying, after she had explained to the magistrates that she had Plenty Of Experience In Dealing With Dangerous Clients but I was even worse than all the others. I had to cough up £60 for causing Brandt ‘alarm and distress’. I subsequently wrote to Michael Mansfield QC about this and the abuse of the law by Gwynedd Social Services to harass and silence complainants; I had previously complained about Brandt when she broke the law and unlawfully detained me in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Michael Mansfield wrote a one line reply in response, although he had just published his book ‘Presumed Guilty’ about corruption and abuse within the criminal justice system. Mansfield’s former Chambers colleague is St Helena Kennedy, who was a guest at a do held by Julia Hobsbawm at the Portmeirion Hotel in Gwynedd some years ago; St Helena is a Wimmin’s Champ, but not of those Wimmin who have challenged Dafydd and the gang, probably because she spent years working with Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School, who when he ‘assessed’ me in 1991, just told me to go back to north Wales ‘because they know you there’. Eastman’s colleague Dr Robin Jacobson had told Eastman in writing that Dafydd was sexually abusing patients and that he suspected Dr Tony Francis was as well. Tony’s wife Sadie was a Top Doctor who was also part of the gang in north Wales. Sadie grew up in Yorkshire, where her mum was a Top Doctor – although she preferred to work as an artist – and herself was the daughter of one of the first Wimmin Doctors in Britain.

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Shirl and the rest of the Gang Of Four colluded with Dafydd and the Westminster Paedophile Ring for their whole careers and used their knowledge of who was doing what in that ring of traffickers to develop their electoral strategy after the SDP was formed and I suspect may even have established the SDP with a view to doing that. See post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’

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I’ll probably find out soon that Dafydd is the secret love child of Mrs Pankhurst. Or Jenni Murray.

While Gwynedd Social Services were in hot pursuit of me throughout much of 1993 – Brandt made her complaint to the North Wales Police in early spring and the trial wasn’t held until late summer – two other people deeply involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal died, which will have been a relief to many, what with that police investigation into a possible paedophile ring drawing to an end and the hundreds of complaints that had been made about the abuse of kids but were never acted on by the DPP. The deceased were Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon and his dad Lord Lloyd Kenyon. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was known to be sexually abusing at least one boy in the care of the Social Services in north Wales and used the boy for indecent photos. It was recorded upon the boy’s social work file that he was in a ‘homosexual relationship’ with Thomas. In 1978 the two of them spent the night together and Thomas subsequently made a complaint of theft against the boy, stating quite clearly why they had been together all night. The ‘theft’ was of a number of items including Polaroid porn pics of them both. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas was not charged with any offence.

Lord Kenyon was President of UCNW for nearly 30 years but was deposed in 1982 when the gwerin began fighting in the wake of Jeremy Thorpe and Mary Wynch. See post ‘Meet The Gwerin!’ Lord Kenyon was a Tory who held numerous public positions, including that of Chair of Clwyd Health Authority; he was a member of the North Wales Health Authority, the most senior Freemason in north Wales, a magistrate, a Flintshire County Councillor, a Director of Lloyd’s Bank… See previous posts for full details of the Kenyons.

Lord Kenyon died on 16 May 1993, ‘after a long illness’. Jackie Brandt made her statement of lies to the police about me several weeks before the North Wales Police arrived at my house and told me that she had complained. I didn’t find out about Brandt’s allegations until well into April. I was charged a few days later. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died from HIV/AIDS in 1993. Lord Kenyon was a Tory. Those we know and love will have been fully aware that Thomas and his father were on the way out when Brandt’s idiocy took place.

 

On 21 July 1994 after Matt Arnold was safely dead and Peter Howarth had been sent to prison for 10 years, Miranda became Leader of the Labour Party. His predecessor John Smith had died on 12 May 1994 after the Top Docs at Bart’s were unable to revive him following a heart attack; Bart’s was choc full of Top Docs who had links with Dafydd and the gang and had been protecting them for many years. See previous posts…

After John Smith died, an acting Leader of the Labour Party was appointed, a lady who famously enjoys caravanning – just like Jimmy Savile – who served as the Deputy Leader under John Smith, 1992-94:

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Margaret has been the Labour MP for Derby South since 1983 and before that she was the Labour MP for Lincoln, 1974-79. So Margaret reaches back to Harold Wilson’s era. There was a paedophile ring in Derbyshire who were on excellent terms with Dafydd’s gang; care staff from Derbyshire arrived to work in children’s homes in north Wales and north Wales’s child abusers popped over to Derbyshire. John Jillings, who Chaired the Jillings Investigation, admitted that very serious abuse of kids in care in north Wales had gone on for many years but refused to give his opinion as to whether a paedophile ring was in operation. Despite his harsh words, it was widely believed that Jillings was playing down the severity of the problem in north Wales. John Jillings was the former Director of Derbyshire Social Services.

The Jillings Report was completely suppressed and made available to no-one except Clwyd County Council’s insurers lawyers on the advice of Michael Beloff QC, the legal adviser for the  insurers of the Council, Municipal Mutual. Michael Beloff QC is, like St Helena,  a member of the Mansfield community and was a colleague of Cherie’s. After Miranda got through the door of No 10, Michael Beloff was a visitor to Chequers. Michael Beloff is the son of Lord Max Beloff, who was a pal of Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council when kids and psych patients were being abused and his staff were busy perjuring themselves and forging documents in their efforts to have me imprisoned.

 

Among her other positions, Margaret Beckett was a junior Minister in the Dept of Education and Science, 1976-79, in Callaghan’s Gov’t under Secretaries of State Fred Mullay and then Shirl. So she knew about the abuse in schools, especially of SEN children and in the schools attached to children’s homes, in north Wales and elsewhere. Beckett also knew about the chaos presiding at UCNW and Shirl refusing Dafydd Wigley’s 1979 demand for a Public Inquiry into Sir Charles Evans’s management of UCNW. Beckett had a go at being Shadow Heath Secretary, serving as yet another safe pair of lame ineffective hands in that role.

Beckett topped off her collusion with serious organised crime when she served as Lord President of the Council and therefore was the visitor for Bangor University, 27 July 1998 – 8 June 2001. Which was during the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry and the publication of the subsequent Report. While Beckett was serving as the University visitor, the Windbags’ friend of many decades, Lord Cledwyn, who had been concealing Dafydd’s et al crimes since the early 1950s when Cledwyn was elected the Labour MP for Anglesey, was President of UCNW. See previous posts.

 

Malcolm Pearce was struck off by the GMC in June 1995. On 9 July 1995 Bing Spear, the corrupt Home Office Drugs Branch mandarin who did Dafydd so many favours, died. On 13 July 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead. Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University in July 1995. See previous posts.

 

Michael Randle was coordinator of the Alternative Defence Committee, 1980-87, contributing to its publications, Defence Without the Bomb (Taylor and Francis, 1983) and The Politics of Alternative Defence (Paladin 1987). He has contributed articles and reviews to ‘Peace News’, ‘New Society’ and ‘The Guardian’, as well as to other newspapers and journals.

‘New Society’ steadfastly ignored the widespread abuse of children and vulnerable people in the care system throughout its many years of existence. This was hardly surprising as it was a magazine aimed at social workers and its classified’s pages carried job adverts for social work managers for local authorities which had been infiltrated by paedophile gangs. John Allen advertised for staff in ‘New Society’.

 

Randle was also the author of several books, including Alternatives in European Security. Randle was coordinator of the Bradford-based Social Defence Project, 1988-90 and later coordinated the Nonviolent Action Research Project, also based in Bradford, the proceedings of which were edited into a book Challenge to NonviolenceHe remains an honorary visiting research fellow at the Department of Peace Studies, Bradford University. In 2005, he co-edited with April Carter and Howard Clark People Power and Protest since 1945: a bibliography on nonviolent action.

For most of the life of the Committee for Conflict Transformation Support (1992–2009, previously Coordinating Committee for Conflict Resolution Training in Europe), Michael Randle was minutes Secretary and also Editor of its bulletin, ultimately titled CCTS ReviewHe is a long-serving Trustee of the Commonwealth Collection at the J.B. Priestley Library at Bradford University. In March 2003, Randle made an extended appearance on the TV discussion programme ‘After Dark’. 

Randle married his wife, Anne, in 1962; they have two sons, Sean and Gavin and are grandparents.

 

Patrick Pottle (8 August 1938 – 1 October 2000) was a founding member of the Committe of 100. He was born in Maida Vale, north London. His mother was from an Irish Catholic family: his father was a Protestant trades union official and a socialist. Pat went to the London College of Printing and during national service, he worked in the hospital at RAF Uxbridge.

Pottle organised his first anti-war demonstration in 1959 and participated in a number of demonstrations, including a sit-in at the Soviet embassy in London. In 1964 Pottle was put on trial in China and deported for “inciting the Chinese people to overthrow the state”. Later the same year he was deported from Greece after joining anti-nuclear demonstrations. Months later he was deported from Malta for organising an anti-nuclear demonstration there.

A few months after Blake had escaped in Oct 1966, Pottle met and married Susan Abrahams, the daughter of the Olympic champion Harold Abrahams and his wife, the opera singer Sybil Evers. See post ‘O Jones, O Jones’. In 1967, Pottle co-founded the Vietnam Information Group to help US deserters and draft dodgers reach Sweden. A year later, he was arrested in London while demonstrating against the Greek colonels’ coup, but escaped from a police van after noticing that the back doors were unlocked. Pottle also organised demonstrations against the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia. The Pottles moved to Croesor in 1969, moving back to London in 1979. They were living in London when Pottle and Randle stood trial for springing George Blake. The Pottles then moved back to Gwynedd to retire in 2000.

For most of his working life Pottle was a printer, running his own Stanhope Press in the 1960s, working as printer for the Peace Pledge Union in the early 1990s and running his own Pottle Press in the late 1990s. Most of the printing that Pat did was for anti-nuclear or peace groups.

My previous post ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’ discussed how I got to know some of those involved in the anti-nuclear and peace groups in Gwynedd during the 1980s – although I didn’t meet Pat Pottle – who knew about Dafydd and the gang but would not touch them. Furthermore some of those activists later trained as social workers; their campaigning groups received huge support from people employed in the health and welfare services across north Wales. It was why I became so disillusioned with leftist politics and ‘radical’ activism, the whole lot of them were complicit. It wasn’t just north Wales; it was the same story in Leicester and London. I now know why: the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Their links were everywhere and the Labour-run Councils during the 1970s and 80s were sending hundreds of kids to children’s homes in north Wales. Virtually all the Councils, whoever was running the local authority, had a major problem with the abuse of children in care and the gangs were linked up across the UK and into Europe…

If the Brave Campaigners for Peace had said one word, the funding for their campaigns would have been terminated, there’d be no more support from the liberal media or indeed any political party or politician and furthermore the individuals who did speak up would have found that they were hounded out of every job that they ever obtained. As I was and the friends who supported me. One of my mates was murdered and attempts were made to murder Brown and his brother.

Greenham doesn’t look quite so heroic now does it Strong Wimmin?

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Lying in the road? Er, you’d have brought Thatch down if you’d have piped up about the Westminster Paedophile Ring because she was a personal friend of Sir Peter Morrison and Jimmy Savile, who was procuring the kids… Ooh, I forgot. You needed the Pot of Money and the Funding For The Co-ordinator Of This Project and We Really Can’t Criticise A Doctor. I remember it well Strong Wimmin!

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It was Sean Bourke who originated the idea of springing George Blake from the Scrubs. George Blake’s escape took place in 1966, three years after Randle and Pottle had been released from Wormwood Scrubs. Sean Bourke originally approached Michael Randle only for financial help with the escape, but Randle became more involved and suggested that they bring Pottle in on the plan as well, as he had suggested springing Blake to Randle in 1962 when they were both still in prison. It was in May 1966 when Bourke approached Randle and Pottle about springing Blake and it was in October 1966 that Blake was helped over the wall using a ladder made of rope and knitting needles. Blake was then hidden in various London flats by Pottle and Randle. In December Blake was smuggled to Berlin in a compartment hidden under the bunk of a camper van driven by Randle; Blake later surfaced in Moscow.

Randle and Pottle’s motives for helping Blake to escape were their belief that the 42-year sentence was “inhuman” and their personal liking of Blake.

The outline of the escape which appeared in media reports:

Bourke had smuggled a walkie-talkie into Blake to communicate with him whilst in jail. It was decided that Blake would break a window at the end of the corridor where his cell was located. Then between 6 and 7 pm, whilst most of the other inmates and guards were at the weekly film showing, Blake could climb through the window, slide down a porch and get to the perimeter wall, where Bourke would throw a rope ladder made of knitting needles over the wall so that Blake could climb over and they would then drive off to the safe house. During the escape, Blake fractured his wrist jumping from the perimeter wall, but apart from that it all went according to plan.

After the escape, it became apparent that the safe house Bourke had organised was not suitable, as it was a bedsit that was cleaned by the landlady once a week. Blake then spent several days moving between Randle and Pottle’s friends’ houses in north London; after this, Blake and Bourke moved in with Pottle, staying with him while preparing to get through customs and escape to East Germany.

Pottle and Randle’s book provided further details of the plans made before the escape, the escape itself and events after the escape. For years it was assumed that Blake’s escape had been masterminded by the KGB, but in the run-up to their trial Pottle and Randle secured the disclosure of MI5 papers which showed they had been suspected from the beginning. While it was fiercely denied by Pottle and Randle that MI5 themselves had assisted the escape, from the information provided in Pottle and Randle’s book, I would suggest that they must have done. Even in 1966, security in the prison system could not have been so lax that no-one would have noticed what went on; it was almost a Laurel and Hardy prison break-out. Or something worthy of Big Vern.

 

As for events after George Blake had actually got out of the prison via the ladder made of stringy bits and knitting needles which was thrown over the wall, new heights of slapstick were reached, some of which were provided by Top Doctors. Randle and Pottle noticeably didn’t name the Top Docs in their book or anywhere else or even provide the slightest clue as to the Top Docs’ identity or place of employment. A Top Doctor treated George Blake’s fractured wrist. Blake didn’t go to A&E, he received home visits and there was a bit of inconvenience and discomfort but it was rather less than the kidney stones and cluster headaches experienced by people who dared complain about the Top Docs and been unlawfully refused all medical care. Or indeed experienced by Labour politicians who keeled over with heart-attacks whom the Top Docs just couldn’t revive or the wives of Vice Chancellors who developed brain tumours that proved beyond the powers of the Excellence of the Walton Centre.

Randle and Pottle decided that George Blake needed to be Disguised for the period of time that he was knocking around in safe houses and on his way to East Germany and furthermore they decided that the best disguise would be that of a Foreigner. A real Foreigner, George was already a Foreigner in that he wasn’t British, but after getting over the wall, George had to be disguised as a Darkie. So the skills of a Top Doctor were once more enlisted and according to the book, treatment was supplied which affected George’s pigmentation and turned him into a Darkie. I imagine that Blake must have resembled Al Jolson, he cannot have really constituted a passable Darkie of the sort that Enoch Powell would demand be refused entry to Britain. Vote Bertrand Russell if you want a Highly Implausible Nigger For A Neighbour. Turning George Blake into a Darkie probably simply have made him even more noticeable, in the way that I reminded F would only highlight the presence of Dafydd when F one day suggested that Dafydd could disguise himself to gain entry to women-only spaces by wearing a burqa.

Not only did Top Doctors treat Blake for a fractured wrist and then turn him into a Darkie, but because the crowd who were concealing Blake were networked into the Radicals of North London, one of the women who lived in one of the safe houses in which Blake stayed was Sharing with her psychiatrist (or analyst) and shared the fact that they were harbouring George Blake. This appeared in media reports years later as well as in Randle and Pottle’s book and it was presented as one of those ‘The Things Nutters Say’ anecdotes but ooh they were telling the truth there and the Doc didn’t believe them. Readers I will enlighten you; Nutters usually tell the truth, Nutters are the best people watchers that you will ever encounter, Nutters notice everything and everyone and Nutters have excellent memories. Nutters don’t always realise the significance of what they have witnessed, they need to refer to Brown for that, but Nutters have the lowdown. Furthermore, Top Docs know this, or at least Top Docs like Dafydd who need to cover their arses do.

The psychiatrist and analyst circles of north London were, even back in 1966 when George Blake escaped, concealing organised abuse and many of them had links with Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Dafydd had ‘trained’ at the Maudsley before taking up a senior role at the North Wales Hospital in 1964 and he worked with Dr Bob Hobson at the Maudsley, who was running an abuse ring in London; the whole of the London medical establishment as well as psychoanalysts were protecting Hobson and they protected Dafydd for the rest of his career as well. See post ‘The Mentor’.

Sir Clough Williams-Ellis and Bertrand Russell were friends with many psychoanalysts and Clough’s wife Amabel was a member of Strachey family at the centre of the Bloomsbury Group. James Strachey was a huge figure in analysis, as was his wife Alix; they were friends with Freud and translated his works, providing the definitive translation which is still used today (see post ‘The Vermin Club’). There were close links between Welsh psychiatrists and analysts such as Wilfred Abse who were directly involved in facilitating organised abuse and the London Big Names (see post ‘O Jones, O Jones’) and Welsh psychiatrist Ernest Jones was one of Freud’s disciples who introduced analysis to the UK (see eg. posts ‘The Wind Of No Change’ and ‘The Vermin Club’). In turn this lot were friends with and often related to Gov’t Ministers, politicians, civil servants, diplomats, people close to the Royal Family and writers, journalists, people in theatre and the arts and of course lawyers. See post ‘The Vermin Club’. Ernest Jones alone had a son Mervyn who was a good friend of Michael Foot and who wrote Foot’s biography. The Croesor crowd contained numerous lefties and radicals with friends in north London and people like Eric Hobsbawm even had their main homes in north London. See post ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’.

By 1966 Dafydd was a leading light in MIND. MIND was facilitating organised abuse, including Dafydd’s gang. At one point, the Church of Scientology infiltrated MIND – then known as the National Association for Mental Health – maintaining that psychiatrists were committing crimes against children and experimenting on patients. This was completely true, but sadly because the Church of Scientology were a bit bonkers themselves, no-one at all would give them the time of day. The Scientologists and MIND were involved with a libel case which followed from the Church’s claims re Dafydd et al; the case was rigged at Gov’t level and the Scientologists lost. One of the lawyers who represented those who made the allegations against psychiatry later disappeared off the face of the earth. Ronnie Waterhouse was one of the lawyers who worked to uphold psychiatry’s good name.

The National Association for Mental Health and dear old Dafydd and his colleagues were considerably assisted by Sir Kenneth Robinson, Harold Wilson’s Minister of Health, 1964-68. The Top Docs loved Robinson, they absolutely loved him. He was the Mark Drakeford of Wilson’s Gov’t, Robinson gave the Top Docs lots of money, allowed them to do whatever they wanted, he failed to challenge the ‘pay beds’ scam in the NHS and he sat in a corner and wet himself in the face of the activities of Dafydd and Gwynne. Kenneth was President of the National Association of Mental Health in the 1960s when Dafydd was a high profile figure in the organisation as well. Even today, literature published by To Doc regarding the history of the NHS remembers Robinson’s time as Minister of Health fondly and the medical establishment is agreed that Sir Kenneth was the Best Minister Of Health that there has ever been. After pandering to the paedophiles in medicine, Sir Kenneth became the Chair of the Arts Council, distributing Gov’t cash to some of those who were using the services of the young sex workers procured by Dafydd et al. See previous posts for details re Sir Kenneth and the dust-up between the Church of Scientology and MIND.

 

That analyst who’s analysand was living in the same house as George Blake knew that George Blake was kipping at his analysand’s house and he/she will have known that the trail led to Bertrand Russell and his friends on Dafydd’s doorstep. He/she wasn’t going to blow the gaffe. There were so many others to think about…

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Now shut up and get in that dungeon at Denbigh. Rich horrible people want to have sex with you and no-one else will ever agree to shag them. Someone wants to be PM!

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As for putative help from the security services with regard to George Blake’s escape, some of those involved were the security services. I don’t know for certain about Randle and Pottle, but some of their closest friends were definitely working for the security services.

Pottle and his co-conspirator Michael Randle were suspected of helping Blake escape just weeks after it had happened in Oct 1966, but it was alleged that at the time Special Branch advised MI5 not to prosecute on the grounds that it might be seen as “persecution – that the big fish had got away so they were taking it out on the little fish”. The failure to prosecute was also attributed to the escape being highly embarrassing for the authorities.
Throughout the early accounts of Randle’s and Pottle’s lives of being prosecuted – or indeed not prosecuted – for political activism, I noted some very familiar names, names of people who concealed the criminal activities of Dafydd and the gang and the wider Westminster Paedophile Ring. The presiding judge over the 1962 trial of the six members of the Committee of 100 who organised the Wethersfield protest was Mr Justice Havers, ie. Sir Cecil Havers.

Sir Cecil Robert Havers (12 November 1889 – 5 May 1977) was born in Norwich, where his father was a solicitor. He was educated at Norwich Grammar School and then at Corpus Christie College, Cambridge, graduating with an LLB in 1913. Havers fought in WW I and continued to serve in the British Army well beyond that time as well.

Cecil Havers was called to the Bar at Inner Temple in 1920 and took silk to become a KC in 1939. Havers served as recorder of Chichester, 1939-51, as a judge in the Gold Coast, 1944-45 and as a Commissioner of Assize in the midlands in 1949. He became a bencher at Inner Temple in 1946 and served as Treasurer in 1971. Havers was elected as an honorary fellow of Corpus Christi in 1975. Havers was appointed as a High Court judge in 1951, being assigned to the Probate, Divorce and Admiralty Division. He was transferred to the King’s Bench Division in 1952.

Havers presided over the conviction of Ruth Ellis for murder in 1955, the last woman to be sentenced to death and executed in the UK. In a 2010 television interview his grandson, the actor Nigel Havers, revealed that his grandfather had written to the Home Secretary recommending a reprieve as he regarded it as a crime passionnel, but received a curt refusal. Havers subsequently sent money annually for the upkeep of Ellis’s son. I don’t know whether it was representations such as this from Cecil Havers which caused Lord Chief Justice Parker to give judges lots of money and stress that their duty was to be handmaidens of the state. Whether Havers was the precipitating factor for Lord Parker’s new Terms & Conditions for judges I don’t know, but the plan worked a treat. Just in my own case, judge after judge after judge, all the way up to the High Court over many years, doing favours for Dafydd.

Havers retired as a full-time judge in 1967 and became Deputy Dean of the Arches in 1970. He will not have been under those Arches, that is a delight experienced by the Empowered Service Users who have been Helped By Dafydd et al. In fact both Justice Roch and Huw Daniel made a point of telling the Court that Gwynedd Social Services ‘were helping people’ while I was leading the crime wave up in north Wales.

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  • Cecil Havers married Enid Snelling in 1916. They had one daughter, Elizabeth Butler-Sloss and three sons, Tony, David, and Michael Havers. Butler-Sloss and Michael Havers have been regulars on this blog. Michael Havers was Solicitor General, 1972-74; Attorney General, 1979-87 and then briefly Lord Chancellor. Michael Havers was the Tory MP for Wimbledon, 1970-87.

In the 1980s, it was revealed that Michael Havers, in his capacity as Attorney General, had blocked the prosecution of the diplomat and former DG of MI6 Sir Peter Hayman for child porn offences. Sir Peter was a member of PIE. See previous posts. This was one of the first storms regarding the failure to prosecute high profile Gov’t figures for child sex offences. Havers was AG throughout the years of serious criminality in north Wales, when complaints of the abuse of children or vulnerable people by Dafydd’s gang were ignored yet victims and witnesses were framed or prosecuted for trivial or ludicrous reasons. Havers was AG when Dafydd had me unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital in Dec 1986 after Dafydd did a ‘deal’ with the corrupt Superintendent Roberts at Bangor Police Station which involved having me arrested for ‘attempting to strangle’ a junior doctor. After I had been incarcerated in Denbigh the junior doctor withdrew his complaint and the charge was dropped. I was however not released from Denbigh.

Havers was AG throughout the months of 1987 when Dafydd and the gang, in cahoots with the Home Office, Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission, planned to frame me for a serious offence in order to have me imprisoned. Havers stepped down as AG on 13 June 1987 to take up the post of Lord Chancellor. Some three weeks later Dafydd, Tony Francis and the gang tried to fit me up for ‘attempting to stab a junior doctor’. The plan fell apart when Sergeant Morgan at Bangor Police Station and Jeff Crowther, a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, did not tell as many lies as required. See previous posts eg. ‘Workers’ Play Time’. Havers was succeeded as AG by Patrick Mayhew, who, while in that role, in 1990 and 1991 authorised three prosecutions against me for contempt of court, my imprisonment being requested on each occasion, on the basis of members of the gang committing perjury. Documentation in my possession demonstrates that the MDU, Hempsons and the barristers acting in the cases knew that perjury was being committed, as did the presiding judges. See eg. posts ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’, ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’. So did Mayhew and Havers.

Michael Havers served in the Royal Navy, 1943-47 and then in the RNVR. As did Geoffrey Chamberlain. Gwynne the lobotomist was in the Royal Navy at that time as well. That generation of Naval officers knew about the shenanigans of Lord Louis Mountbatten, John Vassall, the gay spies in the Admiralty and the other events described in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’. It was the basis of Jim Callaghan’s rise to the top as well.

‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t get us. Lobotomised because you complained about a groper? Illegally imprisoned in a dungeon for refusing to shag Dafydd?? Call Lord Havers for the definitive and final judgement on the matter.’

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Cecil Havers’ daughter Elizabeth also made a valuable contribution to the protection of Dafydd et al. Butler-Sloss became the first female Lord Justice of Appeal in 1988 and in that year she Chaired the Public Inquiry into the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which had resulted from Dafydd’s colleagues in the north east of England, who were linked to the gang in north Wales, taking hundreds of children into care after carrying out the notorious Bottom Inspections and accusing many innocent people -usually family members – of having buggered them. Two of the accused men committed suicide and after their deaths it was admitted by everyone that one of them at least had definitely been wrongly accused. No staff were dismissed or prosecuted as a result of the scandal and the Director of the Area Health Authority, Liam Donaldson was subsequently appointed Chief Medical Officer for England by Miranda in 1998, where he remained until 2010. See previous posts, including ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And the Culprits Were Named’. Butler-Sloss never clarified in her Report how many children she believed really had been abused.

At the time of Cleveland, ‘The Guardian’ in particular waxed lyrical about the feminine charms of Butler-Sloss, who simply by possessing ovaries was kind, compassionate yet firm, good with children and sympathetic to distressed and even wrongly accused people. A rather different sort of publicity came Butler-Sloss’s way years later in July 2014 when she was forced to step down six days after being appointed as Chair of IICSA, after it was revealed that her brother Michael had been AG when many of the offences that would be the subject of IICSA had been committed. It was then revealed that Butler-Sloss, a big wig in the Anglican Church, had tried to ensure that the Anglican Church was excluded from IICSA. Which would have been a major omission in the light of what has now become public.

What has received less publicity is that Butler-Sloss was a bit dim when she was at school and although she came from a family where nearly everyone went to Oxbridge, even those without testicles, poor old Butler-Sloss was never going to be accepted for such institutions. So she became a secretary. I have absolutely no problem with people working as secretaries, I have been friends with secretaries, but I have yet to meet, in the flesh, a secretary who then became a High Court judge, let alone a Lord Justice of Appeal, because while working as a secretary she was spotted as High Court judge material and doors were magically opened. Without having to even do a law degree at university like virtually every other High Court judge. Not that this points to a Fiddle and Nepotism Of The Highest Order of course; it is yet another example of the Marvellousness of Lord Butler-Sloss and living proof that Women Are Amazing. In fact Butler-Sloss is so Amazing that her womanly hormones even projected her into Inner Temple, the same Inn of which her father was a member.

Butler-Sloss was rewarded for allowing the Westminster Paedophile Ring to continue business by being appointed the first female President of the Family Division of the High Court in 1999. But then Lizzie B-S had already bagged the job of Lord Justice of Appeal by keeping her mouth shut about Dafydd and the gang and I understand, about me.

 

Spot The Difference; Clue: One has had a shampoo and set (and one is really a secretary):

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Lord Michael Havers’ sons are Philip Havers QC – I wonder if he got into the family business via working in a wet fish shop after leaving school at 16 with no GCSEs? – and Nigel Havers, the posh actor who appears on TV talking in cut glass tones about how he isn’t at all posh, he just always plays roles in which he is cast as a Posh Man, while the women on TV with him swoon and bang on about him having gone to Eton and his dad being a Lord.

Nigel Havers:

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Lord Justice Butler-Sloss:

 

This lot presided over terrorist trials and legislation which results in some people being locked up for years in solitary confinement. Doesn’t it warm the cockles of one’s heart?

The big guns were certainly brought out to blast away at Pottle, Randle and the other four members of the Committee of 100 who stood trial in 1962. The AG himself, Sir Reginald Manningham-Buller aka Lord Dilhorne, led for the prosecution. Reginald Edward Manningham-Buller, 1st Viscount Dilhorne (1 August 1905 – 7 September 1980), known as Sir Reginald Manningham-Buller, 1954-62 and as The Lord Dilhorne, served as Solicitor-General, 1951-54, AG, 1954-62, then as Lord Chancellor, 1962-64, so someone was obviously pleased with him jailing the Wethersfield Six.

In 1957 Manningham-Buller prosecuted suspected serial killer Dr John Bodkin Adams for the murder of two elderly widows. The case was highly controversial with allegations of inappropriate contact between Manningham-Buller and the BMA and GMC, political interference from the Gov’t of which Manningham-Buller was a member and evidence disappearing from the DPP’s files and then reappearing in the hands of the defence after the trial had begun. Mr Justice Patrick Devlin, the Presiding judge, in his post-trial book accused Manningham-Buller of “an abuse of process”. Detective Superintendent Herbert Hannam of Scotland Yard, the chief investigator, suspected political interference from a Gov’t which didn’t want to see a Top Doctor hang. It was widely believed that Manningham-Buller had deliberately presented a weak case against Bodkin Adams, who was suspected by Home Office pathologist Francis Camps of having killed 163 patients. Harriet Harman’s dad Dr John Harman gave expert evidence for the defence, on a matter of which Harman had no first hand clinical experience. But not knowing one’s arse from one’s elbow has never been a barrier for expert medical witnesses and just look at what Dafydd and Gwynne were doing at the time…See previous posts for more info on the John Bodkin Adams case.

Manningham-Buller as AG also made the decision to mount the prosecution against Penguin Books under the new Obscene Publications Act after the company republished Lady Chatterley’s Lover in 1960. Bernard Levin criticised the decision in ‘The Spectator’ which caused Manningham-Buller to suggested prosecuting “the proprietors of The Spectator, the editor and Mr Bernard Levin” once the Chatterley trial itself was over. The Solicitor General Sir Jocelyn Simon convinced him to reconsider.

Manningham-Buller’s mother was the granddaughter of Hugh Grosvenor, 1st Duke of Westminster. The Duke of Westminster has an historical link with St George’s Hospital Medical School. When the St George’s Hyde Park Corner site was vacated after the institution relocated to the new development in Tooting in 1980, the 6th Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, a close friend of Carlo’s, demanded that the Gov’t give him the Hyde Park Corner site as a freebie – it was worth millions, being a Posh Expansive Bit of Knightsbridge – because his ancestors had donated the site and founded St George’s in the 18th century. Ken Clarke pretended that he and Thatch told Gerald to take a running jump. They didn’t, they let him buy the Hyde Park Corner site for £6,000 and it is now the Lanesborough Hotel, about as posh as you can get.

The gift to Gerald was in no way linked to the pan-European trafficking ring which involved Prof Ollie Brooke of St George’s, Sir Peter Morrison, Dafydd et al and huge swathes of UCNW, of which Carlo was Chancellor and St George’s. Or Gerald being President of the City of Chester Conservative Association when Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester. Or Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary being Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Carlo’s mum.

 

Manningham-Buller’s daughter, Eliza Manningham-Buller, was Director General of MI5, 2002-07. She was in post when all those NHS staff lied to the police in a desperate attempt to have me convicted of ‘threats to kill’… Eliza was awarded a peerage in 2008. Eliza Manningham-Buller was appointed to the Court and Council of Imperial College, London in 2009, becoming Deputy Chairman later that year and named Chairman in July 2011. She became a Governor of the Wellcome Trust in 2008 and the first female Chair of the Trust on 1 October 2015.

Eliza: Next time that you are on duty when Ysbyty Gwynedd’s solicitor sends a memo around to the staff requesting ‘more nurses down the police station to complain about Sally Baker please’ and eight of the Angels then lie to the police about having heard me threaten to kill Alun Davies when at the time I was sitting in a locked ward sporting injuries after having been assaulted by four members of staff, could you please put a stop to it immediately, rather than hanging around for two years while I remain on bail, losing my job and my home in the process, only to find that the charges are withdrawn on the first day of the trial? Then when you hear that the DES have then placed me under investigation anyway for being a ‘danger to pupils’, perhaps you could investigate immediately and ensure that absolutely everybody involved is dismissed from their jobs, rather than leaving it to Merfyn’s friend to clear my name, which causes a backlash from the Top Doctors and the death of Merfyn’s wife while she’s in their care? Furthermore Eliza, when you are held over a barrel because of the St George’s Link, at least avoid being held over a barrel by a bunch of corrupt MSF reps and an insane vindictive lab technician called Deb Everard who doubles up as a Tory Councillor for Edmonton. Thanks Eliza! 

PS. There is large scale research fraud taking place at Imperial and by researchers funded by the Wellcome Trust and it has been going on for a good 30 years. Don’t move too quickly on this one will you Eliza, it is after all only the reason why the Treatments and Interventions don’t work and why the clinical outcomes for patients in the UK are now some of the worst in Europe. Oh and next time that two postgrads use all possible official channels to raise their concerns that a group of Top Docs are running some sort of sex abuse ring, targeting patients and are fitting up and imprisoning those who complain, perhaps you could investigate instead of allowing your workforce to send a thug after Brown and smash his head on a pavement repeatedly. Don’t worry about an apology, it will make no difference. You knew that this was happening and you chose to let it continue. You aren’t sorry and you never will be.

The Baroness ‘Fuck You’ Manningham-Buller
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Reginald Manningham-Buller died in September 1980, aged 75, and was in turd in the village of Deene, East Northamptonshire. Northamptonshire contains St Andrew’s Hospital which was an asylum specialising in the abuse of patients and the accusation of innocent people, but in recent years it has become a Private Unit which houses hundreds of learning disabled people who’s placements there are funded by the NHS and social services. There have been numerous allegations of ill-treatment and some patients have died. Complainants have been subjected to Court Orders to prevent them speaking to the media.

 

At the trial of the Committee of 100, the second prosecutor to Reggie was Mervyn Griffith-Jones, who famously led the prosecution at the Lady Chatterley’s Lover trial. His much quoted remark in his opening statement as to whether the novel was something “you would even wish your wife or servants to read” is often cited as representing the extent to which the British ‘Establishment’ had fallen out of touch with popular opinion at the time. It hadn’t, it was just a heap of horse manure for the Court and the press, Mervyn Griffith-Jones knew what Dafydd et al were doing at the time and it was a lot worse than publishing Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Griffith-Jones failed to convince the jury at the Chatterley trial and the publishers were acquitted. Griffith-Jones lived until July 1979, which gave him plenty of time to blow the whistle on Dafydd who was undoubtedly doing things that you wouldn’t wish your wife or servants to read about, but he never did.

I note that Bertrand Russell wasn’t prosecuted along with the Wethersfield Six; Bertrand the ringleader was ignored. I wonder why?

Griffith-Jones was a member of Middle Temple, as was Ronnie Waterhouse. Their time there overlapped, with Griffith-Jones being an old lag when Ronnie was a whipper snapper. After WW II, Griffith-Jones was one of the British prosecuting Counsel at the Nuremberg Trials, as was Lord of the Rings, Lord Elwyn-Jones, who served as the conduit between Dafydd et al, the East End part of the business and the Gov’t, Lord Elwyn-Jones being Attorney General.

In 1955, Griffith-Jones was junior Counsel for the prosecution of Ruth Ellis and in 1963 he was the prosecuting Counsel in the trial of Stephen Ward, the fall guy for the Profumo Affair. Ward killed himself with an overdose on the last day of the trial and died after being convicted in his absence. What received less publicity was the big helping hand that Ward received from the Top Doctors with regard to his suicide. See previous posts. No wonder no-one was going to see John Bodkin Adams convicted and executed, wherever would fiends in high places be without the Top Doctors?

Previous posts eg. ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ have described how Dafydd found out about Naughtiness in High Places before he went to Liverpool Medical School, how he knew that a trade in young people from Wales as sex workers to those in High Society was in existence and he therefore made plans to vastly expand the business and has spent his entire existence since then blackmailing the idiots who did such dreadful things to conceal wrongdoing as long ago as the years of Harold Macmillan’s Gov’t.

Mervyn Griffith-Jones was a Councillor in Westminster City Council, 1948-54, when the Council was complicit with organised abuse. His son, Robin Griffith-Jones, is the current Reverend and Valiant Master of the Temple.

 

Pat Pottle defended himself at the 1962 trial of the Wethersfield Six, but his five co-defendants were defended by Jeremy Hutchinson, the famously high camp celebrity barrister who was a member of the Bloomsbury Group. Hutchinson had been the defence barrister for George Blake in 1961. Jeremy Hutchinson was entertaining in Court and had everyone rolling in the aisles, but it came at a price. He robustly defended people whom he knew to be guilty including child sex offenders and used anything, anything at all, to win a case; he took the piss, made obscene gestures, anything went if it could put a witness off their stride, particularly an honest one. Hutchison had a rather complicated life outside of the law, indeed literally outside of the law and a network of friends and associates who were involved with sexual exploitation and crime, including people linked to Dafydd and north Wales (see previous posts).

Hutchinson was called to the Bar in the Middle Temple in 1939 – Ronnie Waterhouse arrived in the Middle Temple some years later – and served in the RNVR during WW II. Well, what else would he have done but spent a few years among Royal sailors and gay spies with a taste for boys? Jeremy was a member of the defence team in the Lady Chatterley trial and the year after became a QC. He was a Recorder of Bath and the Crown Court, 1963-88.

There was an elite paedophile ring in the Bath area which involved celebs and Arty people. The Brotherhood of Ruralists were busy in the west country while Jeremy Hutchison was on the turf down there and one of them, Graham Ovenden, was eventually convicted of child sex offences. Ovenden had been controversial for years with concerns expressed regarding the nature of some of his art, which, had it been photography, would definitely have been deemed to be child porn. Ovenden fiercely defended his art in a way that sounded rather like an artist or reviewer dreamt up by a satirist and when his work was seized, former child models of Ovenden spoke in defence of him. I accept their point that they had never felt, or been, abused by Ovenden and neither should we see a sex offender in every artist who draws nudes. However, Ovenden was abusing some children, he did so for a long while and although he was convicted alone, someone knew about it and was helping him. Jeremy Hutchison was one of those who robustly defended Graham Ovenden.

Hutchinson was a member of the Committee on Immigration Appeals and of the Committee on Identification Procedures. Hutchinson was Vice-Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain and a Professor of Law at the Royal Academy of Arts. He was a Trustee and then Chairman of the Tate Gallery. On 16 May 1978, Hutchinson was created a life peer. Just as Jeremy Thorpe was charged…

Hutchinson was married to the actress Peggy Ashcroft, 1940-1965, with whom he had two children. He had many friends in the world of luvvies as well as law, true Garrick Club stuff. Hutchison later married June Osborn, who died on 26 September 2006. June Osborn and her friend when younger had entertained themselves by each trying to persuade the other one that marrying Ted Heath would be an excellent idea. Why Ted Heath was ever seen as remotely desirable by either of them I cannot fathom.

 

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See previous posts for the escapades of Jeremy and his posh wives, posh friends and the criminals by whom Jeremy was so charmed.

Jeremy Hutchison only died in Nov of last year, so Dafydd had a good friend in the latter day Oscar Wilde until very recently.

 

Another link between the Croesor crowd and gay swinging spies in higher echelons was Rab Butler serving as the Home Secretary when George Blake was jailed; Butler was followed as Home Secretary by Henry Brooke, who continued concealing the wrongdoing of the same people with whom Rab so ably colluded. Rab Butler was Mr Tory Party for decades and then spent a long incumbency as Master of Trinity College, Cambridge. In Gov’t, Rab concealed mountains of doings on which Dafydd and Gwynne capitalised and he was out to grass at Trinity College in time for Carlo’s arrival. Rab was appointed Carlo’s personal mentor and counsellor for Carlo’s time at Cambridge. Trumpers was running Cambridge at the time and was a friend of Rab. There was an elite abuse ring based at Cambridge and in particular Trinity, decades after the flurry of gay Cambridge double agents in the 1930s.

Rab established and then held influence over the Home Office Research Unit which remained in existence long after Rab had left Gov’t, that funded research carried out by academics who were working with young people who had been abused while in various care contexts or in approved schools. Rab’s loyal servants did everything they could not to mention what they knew had happened to and in some cases was still happening to the witnesses and victims. Many of those who in their early careers received commissions and funding from Rab’s Research Unit later became some of the biggest names in criminology and social work, particularly those who had concealed the crap when Woy’s star was in the ascendant. See post ‘Rab, High Table and the Founding Fathers’.

When Mr Justice Havers sentenced the Wethersfield Six – I can recommend that everyone quickly reads some of the transcript of the trial, Havers sounds remarkably like Justice Cocklecarrot of ‘Private Eye’ fame – Harold Macmillan was PM, people known to Captain Swing and his mates were swinging at Cliveden and Henry Brooke was Home Secretary.
At the time of George Blake’s escape, Harold Wilson was PM and Woy Jenkins was Home Secretary. Both of them would have been completely compromised when dealing with any case involving people who were at the heart of the Welsh Bloomsbury Group, because Wilson was the first PM who, like Miranda years later, rearranged the entire furniture of Gov’t to conceal the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the associated serious crime.
Wilson’s proud creation, the Open University, was the plaything of Lord Goodman – Wilson’s crooked lawyer friend who got Wilson out of many a hole and was brought back into service when Jeremy Thorpe was arrested and charged – as well as Jennie Lee, Nye Bevan’s widow. The advisory committee re the establishment of the OU was jammed with people colluding with organised abuse, including Lord Asa Briggs, the VC of Sussex University, 1967-76, the man who used his links with MI5 to wreak revenge on Merfyn after Merfyn was involved in an anti-Vietnam protest as an undergrad which involved throwing red paint on a visiting US official. See post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’.
Wilson knew that St George’s Hospital, when it was located at Hyde Park Corner in Knightsbridge, was doing favours for very serious criminals who were rich and powerful; they even provided a helping hand to Lord Lucan (see previous posts). Wilson also knew that St George’s had established a Dept of Psychiatry which was facilitating organised abuse; that Springfield Hospital in Tooting was also facilitating organised abuse and that a paedophile/trafficking ring was operating from Wandsworth Borough Council. So Wilson decided that London’s big flagship teaching hospital and medical school to ‘bring healthcare to the people’ would be sited at Tooting and that it would involve the relocation of St George’s from Hyde Park Corner, with Springfield as the associated psychiatric hospital, the  new development being within the Borough of Wandsworth. The result was the most dishonest elitist Top Docs in London who had spent their lives serving titled criminals, dripping with contempt for their patients in downtown Tooting while the existing paedophile ring expanded rapidly and linked up with gangs right across the UK and Europe. Neither was there any shortage of funding, the investment was enormous. See post ‘Meet The Gwerin!’.

Woy was himself a bisexual swinger, which as far as consenting adults are concerned is a matter for him and them, but Woy’s tentacles spread rather further than consenting adults, which might be why he did nothing to stop the appalling abuse of young people in approved schools and other institutions run by the Home Office or the rampant corruption in the criminal justice system, the police, the prison service etc. He was a member of the Gang Of Four who so clearly based their entire electoral strategy on colluding with the gangs supplying the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You’.

Wilson’s Minister of Health, 1964-68, was the superstar Sir Kenneth Robinson.

The degree of fuckwittery on the part of those making decision at the time was clearly illustrated by Home Secretary Woy, in Oct 1966, appointing Lord Louis Mountbatten to lead an Inquiry into prison security in the wake of George Blake’s escape. Mountbatten had no pretences at all to knowing anything about prisons or security, he had vast experience as a senior officer in the Royal Navy, but I’m not sure that the notion of ‘transferable skills’ would apply in that case. What was salient was that Mountbatten was the person who was involved in something that enabled so many people to get away with so much and Woy was one of those who knew the full story.

Brown has reassured me that Dafydd will, like his crooked mate Robert Bluglass, have been appointed to sit on bodies concerned with advising and regulating and of course Dafydd has given Expert Evidence to Parliament. It is only by such strategies that wrongdoing of such proportions can be kept from the general public. The spies who know about Mountbatten are breaking out of prison with the help of MI5! Who will lead the Inquiry? Er, how about Mountbatten, because Dafydd’s tied up. So to speak, along with a few friends from the Chester and Wales Circuit.

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When Mountbatten’s Report was completed, it was ‘welcomed’ as ‘humane’ by Tony Smythe, the then General Secretary of the NCCL. Tony Smythe was an anarchist who was described to me as being ‘very paedophile friendly’. Smythe had a lot of doings with arty and radical things that liked to believe they were Edgy but were in some cases just worrying. Smythe had links with groups campaigning for paedophiles’ rights – the NCCL being one such group – and was CEO of MIND, 1974-82, when Dafydd was rapidly expanding his empire of crime with MIND fully on board. See previous posts for further information on Smythe. Mountbatten’s activities were known about by senior figures in MIND, because Lady Juliet Bingley who Chaired MIND for years, was married to Admiral Sir Alec Bingley who served with Mountbatten. The Bingley’s son William was Legal Director of MIND, then became CEO of the Mental Health Act Commission, Chaired lethal and scandal ridden NHS Trusts in the North West of England and was given the Chair in Mental Health Law and Ethics at the University of Central Lancashire. See previous posts. William was with Dafydd all the way…

 

Ted Heath was the Leader of the Opposition at the time of Blake’s escape. I stress that I do not have documentary evidence of Ted Heath’s involvement with Dafydd et al, but Heath’s time as Leader of the Opposition and as PM saw him surrounded by people who by the time that I was doing battle with Dafydd’s gang were undoubtedly colluding with Dafydd. Mary Wynch’s problems began when Heath was PM, his Gov’t was completely flouting the law in every regard in relation to Mary. Keith Joseph, as Heath’s Secretary of State for Social Services, appointed Barbara Kahan as his adviser on children’s social work; Kahan had been colluding with the abuse of children in her care for years (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). People like Lord Hailsham, Willie Whitelaw, Norman St John Stevas and others were all around Heath and had degrees of involvement in the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well as with Dafydd et al. Charles Morrison, Peter Morrison’s brother, was as close to Heath as Peter Morrison was to Thatch. So all shades of the Tory spectrum were covered. One Nation!

In 1970, the year in which Heath became PM, Sean Bourke wrote a book about the George Blake escape in which he thinly disguised the names of Pat and Michael as “Pat Porter” and “Michael Reynolds”. There was still no action taken against them. Of course there wasn’t, the Captain’s Crew and Dafydd were swinging like never before, Bertrand Russell was going and then gone, but there was his Towering Reputation and Legacy to protect.

The event which sparked off further events which eventually led to Randle and Pottle’s June 1991 trial occurred in Nov 1986. ‘The Observer’ published an extract from a book by Philip Knightley’s about the George Blake escape. The article prompted letters which appeared in ‘The Observer’ the following week, including one from Montgomery Hyde, stating that he was working on a biography of George Blake. In spring 1987, Michael Randle, then living in Bradford, received a phone call from someone who had seen the publishers blurb about Hyde’s book  and told Randle that the book would reveal that the Committee of 100 had been involved in Blake’s escape. Randle began worrying about a piece that he wrote in 1967 about the escape, which constituted concrete evidence of his and Pat’s role, so he burnt it.

In Aug 1987 Randle received a call from journo friend and Randle said he’d consider reviewing Hyde’s book for ‘The Guardian’ and phoned Pat Pottle in London. Randle reviewed the book but instead the’The Guardian’ published a piece by Richard Norton-Taylor which said that the Committee of 100 sprang Blake. An article had also appeared in the ‘Irish Independent’ in Sept 1987.

In the autumn of 1987, I was living in Leicester with Brown and friends, having narrowly escaped the attempt by Dafydd et al to fit me up for trying to stab a junior doctor. We were under surveillance at the time from MI5 but had no idea. We were on Greville Janner’s turf and Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law, Stuart Hall and others from the New Left were trying to shaft Brown. The gang in north Wales were in pursuit of me… Being Brown and me, in Leicester we just uncovered more examples of vulnerable people being shafted by professionals paid to help them. I had also been to see William Bingley at MIND, not having any idea that he was mates with Dafydd. Tony Francis acquired a High Court injunction against me on the basis of his perjury. The MDU and their solicitors, Hempsons, knew that Francis had lied in his statement.

 

The story about George Blake, Randle and Pottle appeared as the lead article in ‘The Sunday Times’ in Oct 1987. Just before that article appeared, Brown had appeared on Channel 4 criticising the decision of the BBC to screen an offensive contribution to the world by Bernard Manning. I have recently been told that those we know and love saw Brown on TV and panicked.

It was just before all this that that Dafydd told me that if I dropped my complaint about him he’d get me a place at Liverpool Medical School. Brown was listening to the call and subsequently wrote to Gwynedd Health Authority. He did not receive a reply. MI5 had tapped our phone and heard everything.

Substantial media coverage re the George Blake escape followed…

In Sept and Oct 1988, Randle and Pottle were interviewed by officers from Scotland Yard,  Randle in the presence of his solicitor Ben Birnberg.

On Nov 8 1988, ‘The Sunday Times’ alleged that Vanessa Redgrave had put up the money for Blake’s escape; Redgrave had been a member of the Committee of 100. Redgrave, Randle and Pottle all denied Redgrave’s involvement. Randle and Pottle began writing their book about Blake’s escape. In Nov 1988, Michael Randle resigned from his research fellowship in Bradford University’s Dept of Peace Studies.

I spent April 1988-April 1989 working in the Cancer Research Campaign team at Surrey University. The team was led by Prof Vincent Marks, the brother of the then President of the BMA, Dr John Marks. I have now been given evidence that John and Vincent were working really hard to screw me over; my work was, without my knowledge, given to another cancer researcher in Newcastle Medical School, Nicola Curtin, of whom I had never heard and Curtin published it with her name on it as well and used it to gain funding; I was told that funding for my post had expired and was made redundant. One of Tony Francis’s psychiatrist friends from Manchester, Dr Peter Mcguire, had suddenly decided that he was going to work for the Cancer Research Campaign as well and hey presto he received funding. Sadly for Mcguire, he and his colleagues used the funding to commit a massive research fraud which was exposed in 1990 and resulted in the suicide of their colleague Prof Tim McElwain. Not that it stopped them, they went on to be leaders in cancer research and one took up mental health research. See previous posts…

In Dec 1988, the Tory MP Graham Riddick demanded the prosecution of Randle and Pottle and within days the campaign for their prosecution had escalated. Norris McWhirter, of the far right Freedom Association, threatened to bring a private prosecution against Randle and Pottle. Graham Riddick’s Early Day Motion was signed by more than 110 Tory MPs.

On 3 Jan 1989, Randle heard that Sir Allan Green, the DPP, had ordered Scotland Yard to reopen the investigation into George Blake’s escape.

 

In May 1989, after being made redundant by Surrey University, I began a new job at St George’s. I have been told that it was a trap, planned well in advance, to wreck my career in medical research and ensure that I would not work in a professional job again…

By this time, a major police investigation was underway in Leicestershire into a child abuse ring which was thought to involve Greville Janner and there were allegations that a VIP paedophile ring was operating in north Wales/Cheshire and demands were being made for a police investigation into that as well.

In July-Aug 1988, Lord Butler-Sloss had concealed the crimes of Dafydd’s mates in Cleveland and in July-Aug 1989 Dafydd’s mate Bluglass would cover-up Dafydd and the gang’s criminality in my own case. Dr James Earp in Leicester had already performed a minor effort in the autumn of 1987 and early spring of 1988, but what with me not going away, Bluglass was called upon… See previous posts.

 

Throughout their trial, Pottle and Randle insisted that their action was morally justified, and, ignoring a clear direction from the judge to convict, the jury unanimously acquitted them. Pottle and Randle stated that they published their book about the George Blake escape following ‘a whispering campaign against them’ prompted by Montgomery Hyde’s book. “We didn’t want needlessly to invite prosecution, but there were stories naming others who weren’t involved, accusing us of being communist agents, trying to discredit the anti-nuclear campaign,” Pottle said at the time.

The following are extracts from Pat Pottle’s address to the jury before his acquittal on June 26 1991:

This prosecution has come about because 110 MPs signed a motion calling for our prosecution, and because of a threat of a private prosecution from the inaptly named Freedom Association . . .

Your task would be a lot easier if this were a simple case of guilt or innocence, but it is not. It is a case of right and wrong. It is a case of politics, a case of how governments lie, cheat and manipulate, and then cover their tracks in a smokescreen of official secrecy…

This is a political trial. A political decision was taken in 1970 not to prosecute. When we were publicly named in 1987, it came as no surprise to the police: they had known since 1970…

The accepted theory about George’s escape was that it was organised and carried out by agents at the KGB. That was embarrassing to British intelligence, but at least they could argue that the KGB was a worldwide organisation with limitless resources. What would the revelation that a petty criminal and two peace activists had carried out the escape do to our relations with our allies? It was better that the world continued to believe that the whole thing was organised by the KGB rather than the Lavender Hill Mob.

It was indeed a political trial, but it wasn’t nearly so political as the trials that I repeatedly found myself in. Pat and Randle knew people involved with a huge international paedophile/trafficking ring which ran profitable side-lines in class A drugs and porn. Senior politicians and members of the Royal Family were linked with it, as was Bertrand Russell. It was why there was such a reluctance to prosecute anyone for helping Blake escape. They all Knew About Dafydd and the security services were helping Dafydd run his gang.
I didn’t help a KGB spy escape from prison, I complained about a fucking lobotomist who was running a paedophile gang. So my friends were targeted for assassination. I REALLY don’t get this!! And neither do I understand why anyone ever thought that Brown and me were going to be intimidated into keeping quiet. We had absolutely no respect for a bunch of sex offenders driving Volvos, reading the ‘Daily Mail’ and propositioning students, when they were in their 70s and wearing trousers with the crotch down by their knees. I took the piss out of them when I was 21 and I’m still doing it. Because they are idiots.
I have been told that Randle and Pottle’s prosecution was definitely something to do with me, but I haven’t worked out what the rationale might have been yet, there are a few more people involved whom I need to investigate…

I briefly discussed in a previous post ‘O Jones, O Jones’ how Randle and Pottle stood trial at the Old Bailey for springing George Blake in June 1991, just after the episode in the spring of 1991 when Dafydd’s gang made yet another attempt to have me imprisoned for contempt of court, as usual on the basis of perjury that was known to everyone involved in the case. Not only that, but the case was heard at the Royal Courts of Justice in The Strand. I was down from Bethesda for the hearing. It was so ludicrous, especially as once more the case against me fell apart, that it must have been noticed by numerous people. No-one said anything or asked any questions, although the North Wales Police had just begun an investigation into a possible paedophile ring operating in north Wales/Chester. Then just weeks after the saga involving me at the Royal Courts of Justice, another bizarre and ridiculous case with strong links to Gwynedd took place at the Old Bailey, but gaining very much more publicity than my case did…

The hierarchy of people involved in the case against Pottle and Randle and in  my case were the same: the Attorney General was the corrupt Sir Patrick Mayhew and the Solicitor-General was Sir Nicholas Lyell. Lyell subsequently became AG and in that capacity drew up the ground rules for the Waterhouse inquiry. It was Lyell who granted immunity from prosecution for people who gave evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry. It is why people like Glanville Owen, Rob Evans and Lucille Hughes who were responsible for managing the children’s homes in Gwynedd while the kids inside them were being abused and trafficked, turned up at the Inquiry, gave evidence that clearly demonstrated that they knew what was happening to the kids and just left the kids at the mercy of the gang and can now never be prosecuted for child abuse. Waterhouse even managed to say in his Report that Lucille knew that a paedophile gang was active within the children’s homes but she ‘failed to respond’. Lucille can never be prosecuted thanks to Sir Nicholas Lyell. See previous posts.

The DPP who at the end of 1988/the beginning of 1989 ordered the prosecution of Randle and Pat Pottle was Sir Allan Green QC. Green, like everybody else, ignored complaints of very serious offences against children and vulnerable adults in north Wales. It didn’t matter what evidence people had or how they tried to raise concerns, the police would not even record complaints. The nicer police officers just made excuse after excuse as to why they couldn’t do anything, but the notorious ones swore and shouted at the complainants and if they still didn’t go away they would arrest them for ridiculous things like breach of the peace or harassment. The Sergeant at Menai Bridge Police Station watched Tony Francis pursue me down a main road yelling insults at me and commenting on my bum. I walked into the Station and said ‘have you seen what is going on here?’ only to be told to get out or I would be arrested for breach of the peace. Dafydd hit me in front of witnesses. No action. I witnessed the Doberman that Dafydd kept which he used to set on people trap two police officers in their car; the Doberman was going apeshit, the officers locked themselves in and didn’t dare come out. This was after all the fuss about Dangerous Dogs. When Dafydd’s minions finally hauled the dog off of the police car, I started taking the piss and saying to the police ‘there’s a dangerous dog here, aren’t you going to seize it’, one of the officers replied ‘we know the law on dangerous dogs thank you very much’ and Dafydd told the police officers that this snarling bastard was ‘my puppy’. Anyone else would have found themselves in Court.

As for the kids in care, there were hundreds of episodes of them running away, there were serious injuries, there were complaints to the North Wales Police and to the Councils which had placed the kids in the homes and there was still no action. One boy from Southwark was forced to have sex with men at gunpoint in the Bryn Alyn Community yet Southwark Borough Council continued to send kids to Bryn Alyn. See eg. post ‘The Battle For the Labour Party’s Soul’. Kids in care were sometimes found dead in north Wales, as were psych patients constantly.

The police were deflecting so many complaints that Sir Allan Green will not have known about them, but it was Green who was authorising ludicrous prosecutions against people like me; he knew that something untoward was happening in north Wales.

Allan Green QC was forced to resign as DPP after he was ‘caught kerb crawling’ but by his own account he ‘was talking to some prostitutes’ after he’d been to a meeting. No-one reported what the prostitutes said that Sir Allan had been saying to them. Green’s wife was then found dead after ‘committing suicide’, but the circumstances of that suicide were so worrying that it was worthy of one of the suicides that the witnesses to Dafydd’s crimes committed. See post ‘A Future Leader Of The Labour Party?’

 

The solicitor who acted for Michael Randle was Ben Birnberg. Birnberg had acted for Mary Wynch when she sued Dafydd and the gang after she was unlawfully arrested and detained for a year. Mary won the case, but the gang simply refused to pay her the agreed compensation unless she enforced payment. Mary won other parts of her case as well, against the Public Trustee. Again, the Home Office just refused to settle. Michael Howard finally completely shafted Mary when he was Home Secretary; she had proven her case, it had taken her years and cost her everything. Howard handed over a bit of loose change as ‘full and final settlement’ without admitting anything and told her to fuck off. Ben Birnberg knew that this was happening to people in north Wales.

I didn’t get as far down the road as Mary, but if I had, the same thing would have happened to me I’m sure. Again and again a tosspot when cornered would admit to me that yes, the ‘services’ had broken the law; yes, I’d been wrongfully arrested and imprisoned; yes there had been a complete failure to provide care; yes confidence had been breached. On the occasions when such admissions were made to my lawyers, they be followed by a mad letter screaming at us that if we wanted to take this further the NHS would ask for a judicial review or something ridiculous. It was very clear what the thinking was: ‘We’re the NHS, we have a bottomless pit, we are so fucking bad that people are dying and there’ll be no end to this if someone wins a case against us. So fuck off, because we’re going to do this until the day that you expire at our hands’.

 

At their trial at the Old Bailey, Pottle and Randle argued that their motives had been humanitarian and that since the security services had known of their involvement but had done nothing until MPs demanded their prosecution, the trial was political. They were unanimously acquitted by the jury.

Pat and Sue Pottle moved back to Gwynedd from London in 2000 to retire. Pat died very soon after they returned to Wales; he was only 62. No-one expected Pat to die, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died in Oct 2001 very soon after the diagnosis. Pancreatic cancer is not a nice cancer to have, it can kill very quickly after diagnosis. Particularly if Top Doctors somehow don’t notice if someone has pancreatic cancer. Someone who worked as Bertrand Russell’s Secretary and who knew many of those people involved in the gang in north Wales as well as big wigs in the UK and elsewhere who were never ever named in connection with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

The Waterhouse Report was published in Feb 2001. By Oct 2001, Dafydd’s gang were once more embarking on yet another massive conspiracy to lead me into yet another trap and wreck the career in teaching on which I had just embarked, having finished teacher training at Bangor University in May 2001. The crap didn’t begin to fly in my direction for another few months, but I have received information that the gwerin were busy from the minute that I began teacher training…

 

When he was on trial at the Old Bailey in 1991 for helping George Blake escape, Pat Pottle addressed the jury directly and he summed up by saying:

Yes, I helped George Blake escape. I did it for purely humanitarian reasons. I think we were right to do so. I would do it again. I have no apologies to make and no regrets. I will finish by quoting Bertrand Russell: ‘Remember your humanity; forget the rest.’

That will have been all the humanity shown by Russell and so many others as they ignored everything that was happening to less privileged people at the hands of Dafydd and the gang.

First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak for me.

 

There’s no-one left to speak for any of you suckers…

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And The Lucky Winners Are…

Yesterday the winners of the 2018 Nobel Prize for Medicine were announced: James P. Allison, Professor of Immunology at the University of Texas’s MD Anderson Cancer Centre and Tasuku Honjo, Professor of Immunology at Kyoto University, Japan. Every media report that I have read/heard since they were declared the winners has discussed these two ‘cancer researchers’ and emphasised how their Cancer Research has paved the way for revolutionary new Cancer Therapies which have Saved Thousands Of Lives. Some of the accounts have also talked about Allison being inspired to Cure Cancer as a result of his mum dying of lymphoma when he was 10. Reporting the work of Allison and Honjo accurately would have made a rather less exciting story for the many millions of people who are not biologists.

Allison and Honjo are immunologists who have been working on a highly specific aspect of immunology since the 1980s. It is, if one is an immunologist, a very interesting and exciting area of immunology, but it is nothing like the media portrayals. Neither was Allison inspired to become America’s own Dr Finlay when his mum died. In Allison’s own words ‘I’m a basic scientist. I didn’t get into these studies to cure cancer, I wanted to understand how T cells work’. Which is what he has done. The story about a bereaved child wanting to save the world is a very obvious concoction, because if the media had simply reported the science, the vast majority of people would have no idea at all of what any of it meant and they would not be sufficiently ‘inspired’ to trawl through the text necessary to understand it. The sad reality is that when people like me talk about the sort of work for which Allison and Honjo have won this Nobel, people begin to drop off to sleep. The media friendly tale relating to Honjo is that of a man approaching Honjo on the golf course, shaking him by the hand and thanking him for curing his cancer. So someone on a golf course – if indeed the story is even true – recognised a Japanese biologist who is unknown outside of immunology, as he teed off and thanked him for saving his life. HOW he knew that the Japanese scientist saved his life is a conundrum, because the Many Life Saving Drugs which have resulted from Allison’s and Honjo’s work have, er, not actually been developed yet.

There are drugs based on the work of Allison and Honjo at clinical trials stage, but clinical trials take many, many years before drugs actually arrive in the clinic and the vast majority of them do not make it that far. Read the small print with regard to the Life Saving Drugs under discussion – of the very small number which have been developed, ‘significant side effects’ have been a persistent problem and the proudest boast is that there is ONE person who is still alive 18 years after the trial. One person is not statistically significant…

In the words of Professor Charles Swanton, Cancer Research UK’s chief clinician and a senior scientist at the Francis Crick Institute in London: ‘Thanks to work from Allison and Honjo, patients now have real hope, with over a third of patients deriving long-term benefit and even cures from such therapies.’ This is Cancer Research UK’s best PR – ‘hope’, ‘over a third deriving long terms benefits’. ‘Even cures’? Er no, not yet Charlie and you know it. Furthermore, in this context Swanton is only talking about one form of cancer – metastatic melanoma. Swanton stated that ‘the discoveries had been transformational for understanding the potential of the human immune system to control or even eradicate tumours and blood cancers’. ‘UNDERSTANDING THE POTENTIAL‘. It’s great if you’re an immunologist, but this is not a Medical Miracle Which Has Cured Cancer.

There are reasons why this Nobel Prize has been surrounded by even more dishonest hype that usual. One of those reasons is the appearance of a blog which has named a number of those with links to these Nobel Prize winners as having been involved in large scale research fraud and the most shocking misconduct while Allison and Honjo were engaged in their transformational research in the 1980s and 90s. See eg. posts ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’, ‘I Don’t Believe It!’, ‘A Trabant That Wants To Be A Ferrari’, ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK!’, ‘Reports of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’,  ‘Apocalypse Now’, ‘Interesting Facts’ and ‘Now Then…’                      ‘

 

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Another reason is the enormous investment that various Gov’ts, including the UK Gov’t, have made in Cancer Research in recent years. The reason for this investment, certainly on the part of the British Gov’t, has been the dreadful outcomes of cancer patients in the UK. There is yet another report out this morning – with regard to cancer patients, the UK has poor diagnosis, poor access to treatment and people are dying earlier and at a greater rate than in many other European countries. On a global basis, progress in developing effective cancer therapies has slowed down so considerably that the Top Docs are looking a bit hopeless after all those decades of promises. So More Money is required. Not simply an admission that en masse research fraud and drug companies playing fast and loose with the results from clinical trials has remained unchecked for decades and is causing havoc.

Allison and Honjo are not based in the UK, but their field of research is international and there is much cross-fertilisation between them, their teams and people based in the UK.

One of those quoted in the media reports confirming what an all round great guy and wonderful harmonica player James Allison is, was Prof Sergio Quezada of UCL. Quezada, a graduate of Pontificia Universidad Católica de Chile, carried out his post-doc work with Allison in the US from 2004. In November 2011, Quezada joined the UCL’s Cancer Institute as Head of the Immune Regulation and Tumour Immunotherapy group. Quezada was a Cancer Research Institute fellow, 2005-08 and has recently been in receipt of a CR UK Career Development Fellowship. Since 2006, Quezada has been a young investigator member of the Millennium Nucleus on Immunology and Immunotherapy of the Chilean Ministry of Planning and has served as an external evaluator for the Chilean National Science and Technology Research Fund. UCL’s website tells us that data obtained from the studies carried out by Quezada’s research group ‘will not only inform the basic understanding of the immune response to malignancies but, in the context of the UCL Cancer Institute, will be used as a platform for the development of novel translational strategies in the clinic.’ So UCL could really benefit from this Nobel Prize if they play their cards right…

My posts ‘More Dogs That Didn’t Bark’ and ‘You Know I’m No Good…’ discussed how very helpful The London Clinic, some ‘independent experts’ of Top Doctors and then the British Gov’t, were to the Chilean mass murderer and torturer Augusto Pinochet when he arrived in London for surgery on his bad back in 1998, but found himself detained in The London Clinic under an international arrest warrant which had been obtained by a Spanish magistrate with the intention of extraditing Pinochet to stand trial for human rights abuses on Spanish citizens. Sergio Quezada is Chilean and retains excellent links with Chile. Pinochet remained as Commander-in-Chief of the Chilean Army until 1998. He was Senator for Life of Chile, 1998-2002.

He shut down parliament, suffocated political life, banned trade unions, and made Chile his sultanate. His government disappeared 3,200 opponents, arrested 30,000 (torturing thousands of them) … Pinochet’s name will forever be linked to the Desaparecidos, the Caravan of Death and the institutionalized torture that took place in the Villa Grimaldi complex.’ – Thor Halvorssen, President of the Human Rights Foundation, National Review. 

 

A brief look at UCL’s Cancer Institute’s webpages informs us that the Cancer Institute has collaborations with many who have been named on this blog as having done things that they should not have done. The Cancer Institute has a major collaboration with CR-UK. In 2015 CR-UK gave a £5 million Centres Network Accelerators Award to fund the UCL’s Cancer Research UK Centre involvement in a new initiative in cancer immunology and immunotherapy, building a network across various Cancer Centres in London. This will be led by Professor Henning Walczak, Scientific Director of the Cancer Research UK- UCL Centre and Professor of Cancer Biology at the UCL Cancer Institute.

The Network which the Centres Network Accelerators Award will accelerate consists of UCL, UCL Hospitals, the Royal Free Hospital, the Francis Crick Institute, King’s College London, Barts Cancer Institute, the Royal Marsden Hospital and the Institute of Cancer Research. Sergio Quezada was named as the Scientific Co-lead on the Cancer Immunotherapy Accelerator Award.

To summarise: Sergio’s former boss has just received the 2018 Nobel Prize for medicine. In 2015, Sergio, who was by then working at UCL, bagged £5 million from CR-UK to fund a line of research stemming directly from Sergio’s work with his former boss, yesterday’s Nobel prize winner. During 2016-17, this blog exposed many of Sergio’s colleagues in CR-UK as well as others as having been involved with serious research fraud and misconduct; I named people from Barts, the Royal Marsden and the Institute of Cancer Research in particular as participating in fraud in cancer research.

So this was a very fortuitous Nobel Prize for CR-UK and a number of institutions that were publicly disgraced in previous years with regard to their ‘cancer research’.

 

The current Director of the Bart’s Cancer Institute and lead of the Centre for Molecular Oncology is Nick Lemoine, Professor at Queen Mary University of London, who was appointed Director of Bart’s Cancer Institute in April 2004. Lemoine was educated at Abingdon School, 1971-76 before studying medicine at Bart’s, 1977-83. 

Abingdon is an impressive independent school in Oxfordshire, although parts of it sound rather like the public school satirised by Monty Python, in which boys are caught rubbing oil into the School Cormorant. In 1963, to mark the Quartercentenary of Abingdon School’s re-foundation, the Big Schoolroom was re-ordered as the Grundy Library (opened by HRH Ma’am Darling), together with erection of further buildings east of the Science Wing, the whole becoming known as Big School. In 1980, the Amey Theatre and Arts’ Centre was opened and the Sports Centre opened in 1984. Mercers Court was opened in 1994 by the Chancellor of Oxford University and Visitor of Pembroke College (which has historical connections with Abingdon School), Baron Woy Jenkins of Hillhead, a man who concealed much wrongdoing on the part of the Top Doctors, including the organised abuse of vulnerable people (see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’). Woy died in 2003, but Woy was very big mates with someone who is still with us:

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One of Woy’s fellow travellers in the Gang Of Four is loathed by the whole planet (see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’), except for Top Doctors who remain deeply loyal to him and who have let him remain in their societies, which is very wise of them in view of the amount of dirt that he has on some of the biggest names in medicine:

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Many Old Abingdonians have reached positions of influence. One of them who is just four years older than Nick Lemoine is Lord Francis Maude, who was Tory MP for North Warwickshire, 1983-92 and for Horsham, 1997-15. Maude was on the Gov’t front bench for 25 years. In recent years his posts have included: Chairman of the Conservative Party, 2005-07; Minister for the Cabinet Office and Paymaster General, 2010-15 and Minister of State for Trade and Investment, 2015-16, under PM David Cameron. Francis Maude is a criminal barrister, who before he became an MP was a Tory Councillor on Westminster Council and party to the illegal activities of Dame Shirley Porter when she led the Council. In 1984, Maude was appointed as PPS to Sir Peter Morrison in the Dept of Employment. Morrison was at the time abusing kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere.

Whilst he was in the Shadow Cabinet Maude was a non-executive Director of Jubilee Investment Trust plc, which held 21% of US porn star Jill Kelly’s DVD business. He was also Chair of Mission Marketing Group which advertised for Playboy and was Director of a company which profited from sub-prime mortgages.

Francis Maude extolled the virtues of family values.

 

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Francis Maude had a brother Charles, who died from HIV/AIDS in 1993, after becoming infected with HIV quite early on in the AIDS epidemic among gay men of the 1980s. Charles Maude was involved with London Lighthouse and supporting people with HIV from the mid-1980s. While Francis Maude went along with Thatcher’s homophobic nonsense and Section 28, he was well aware of the reality and he knew that many of those dying of HIV/AIDS were former kids in care who had been forced into sex work by gangs like Dafydd’s, while they were in care.

See post ‘Disgusting Of Tunbridge Wells And A Few Equally Disgusting Others’ for more details on Francis Maude and his circles.

 

Could a Nobel Prize have possibly been won on the the playing fields of Abingdon?

The Old Abingdonian ties (Griffen and Stripes)

 

 

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When Nick Lemoine was a medical student at Bart’s that institution was still very much run by mates and umbrellas of Dafydd’s. Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees, the dad of 1970s sex symbol Angharad Rees, led the first professorial Department of Psychological Medicine at Bart’s. Rees was parked at Bart’s from 1996 onwards, throughout the duration of the Waterhouse Inquiry. See post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ for details of the extensive network of Linford and his celebrity friends and relatives.

 

The website of Bart’s Cancer Institute still lists Professor Sir Nicholas Wright MD PhD DSc FRCS FRCP FRCPath FMedSci as the lead in their  Centre for Tumour Biology and as being a Fellow of the Faculty of Medicine, Imperial College. We are told that for 2012-2017, Nick Wright was funded by a £560,547 CR UK Programme grant. Nick Wright has occupied some of the most senior positions in CR UK for many years, including that of Head of the Histopathology Unit at CR UK. Wright’s wiki is still stating that he has been Warden of Bart’s and The London School of Medicine and Dentistry since 2001. Nick Wright was the Head and Prof of the Dept at Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital when I did my MSc there in 1986-87. He was overtly racist in a good old fashioned ‘I hate the bastards’ way, none of your just being a bit un-PC for our Nick; he punched a technician in a Top Docs vs Technicians rugby match for being a pleb who had the temerity to tackle the Head of Dept and Prof; I was told repeatedly that Wright and his colleagues had committed major research fraud; and an academic from Liverpool who spent a year working with Nick Wright and his team with a view to a long term collaboration walked away saying that Wright et al were ‘a bunch of crooks’ and that he wasn’t going to touch them. Since I began this blog I have been told that Dafydd et al were in contact with Hammersmith while I was a student of Wright’s and that a few people at Hammersmith did very nicely out of agreeing to keep quiet about what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, who unlawfully arrested and imprisoned me in the middle of that MSc.

I note that Nick Wright did his initial training at Durham/Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, the stronghold of the paedophile gang in the north east, which supplied staff and children to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales for many years. See previous posts. The Bastard Of Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Lord John Walton, served as one of Dafydd’s biggest umbrellas for many years, including in Walton’s capacity as: President of the BMA, 1980-82; President of the GMC, 1982-89; Warden of Green College, Oxford, 1983-89; President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1984-86 (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Professor Eric Sunderland, a well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend, had been summoned down from his senior position at Durham University to become Principal of UCNW (Bangor University) when Dafydd et al sent up a Paedophiles In Distress Flare in 1984, just two years before I began the MSc at Hammersmith.

Readers can discover more about Nick Wright and his mates’ activities by reading previous posts.

Guess who worked at RPMS/Hammersmith Hospital as an Imperial Cancer Research Fund Clinician Scientist, 1989-96? Nick Lemoine! Better still, Nick Lemoine worked for the ICRF under Sir Walter Bodmer, when Bodmer and the ICRF became embroiled in the massive 1990 Bristol Cancer Centre/Clair Chilvers research fraud scandal which involved a friend and former colleague of Dr Tony Francis ie. Dr Peter Mcguire and resulted in the (presumed) suicide of Professor Tim McElwain. See posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

Nasty business wasn’t it Prof Lemoine? Never mind, I see that you’ve Moved On!

In an interview given by Nick in which he remembers his happy days working with Walter Bodmer, Nick remembers that Bodmer ‘asked me what my ‘big challenge’ was going to be – to which I replied: “Defining the causes of pancreatic cancer and coming up with a treatment.” Now, 20 years later, we have the tools to apply our knowledge of genetics and molecules to the early diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, offering patients hope of containing the disease so that it does not spread around the body.’

There’s more hope for those ever desperate patients then! They’ll need it if they develop pancreatic cancer, by the time that it’s diagnosed the patient usually only has months to live. It’s a nasty one. At Hammersmith in 1986-87, the message was that if you develop a cancer, you really don’t want it to be pancreatic cancer. If you’re male, testicular cancer is not too traumatic, it has a very high survival rate. Which is why Mike Peters, the rock star who lives in north Wales, has served as such a rich stream of good PR for the Top Docs and butchers of that region, who’s clinical outcomes are some of the worst in Europe. Mike Peters of ‘The Alarm’ plays another gig to say thank you to the Top Docs who Saved His Life! I can understand why Mike is grateful to still be with us, but it may not have had a great deal to do with the excellence of the Top Docs of north Wales. Whoever treated Mike would have had to have been as bad as Dafydd to have not seen him through that. It’s difficult to get it wrong Mike, the testes are outside of the abdominal cavity, at a safe distance, so the cancer doesn’t metastasize. Not unless you are very, very unlucky.

Nick mentions in his interview that after spells of working in different hospitals, he returned to Bart’s, ‘where it all started for me. I never expected to come back here, but it’s a pleasure as we’re blessed with a fantastic new cancer hospital which has great facilities for both research and patient care. Bart’s medical school is also really committed to pancreatic cancer and we have recruited some real stars to focus on new treatments for this disease.’

So Nick didn’t expect to return to Bart’s – I wonder why? There will also no doubt be a few interesting reasons as to why Nick did return to Bart’s in 2004 from his position as Director of the CR UK Medical Oncology Unit at Imperial. The Imperial College which by that time had merged with Hammersmith Hospital as a result of Lord Brian Flowers’ political muscle and Flowers’ desire to transform Imperial into something earth shattering and of course world leading. The Lord Brian Flowers who concealed research fraud, organised abuse and much other wrongdoing in the various institutions which made up London University. See previous posts. The Lord Brian Flowers who came from Swansea and who remained loyal to his old muckers in Wales…

One also wonders why and how Bart’s got the fantastic new cancer hospital to which Nick refers. Particularly as Bart’s was earmarked for closure for many, many years, until well into the 1990s and the Top Docs of Bart’s did a great deal of loud squealing and called in global reinforcements to keep themselves in business. John Smith, then the Leader of the Labour Party died when Bart’s were unable to revive him after that heart attack of his in July 1994. The Top Doc who found that poor old Smith couldn’t be helped was the very same Top Doc who just three weeks previously, had shown Smith around Bart’s and explained that it would be a great pity if Bart’s or indeed any part of Bart’s were to close (see previous posts). In much the same way that Dafydd told me on the phone in 1987 that it would be a ‘great pity’ if ‘you were to be detained in Risley Remand Centre’. I just presumed that Dafydd had gone completely nuts because I was living in Leicester at the time and had committed no such crime that could ever have landed me in Risley Remand Centre. Brown heard the call and said ‘he’s trying to threaten you’. Weeks later I was arrested after Dafydd et al tried to frame me for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’. The only reason why I didn’t end up in Risley was that Sgt Morgan in Bangor Police Station and Jeff Crowther, a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, didn’t tell as many lies as they were required to tell. Documents now in my possession demonstrate that Dafydd et al had the whole thing planned months in advance and that Risley Remand Centre, David Ewart of the Mental Health Act Commission, Ysbyty Gwynedd and Clwyd Health Authority were all fully on board with the plan. See previous posts.

Fings Break you see, as John Smith soon discovered.

 

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So where were the pastures new for which Nick Lemoine headed after he had graduated from Bart’s? Nick went to the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff University! He was a lecturer in pathology there, Aug 1985-Dec 1988. Which was when my friend Clare Cheek was a student and then a house officer at the Welsh National School of Medicine and when we used to visit each other! Or at least Clare was my friend until it was made very clear to her that she had better stop listening to what was happening to me in north Wales if she wanted to continue in her career as a Top Doc…

I have detailed in previous posts the very great wrongdoing which prevailed at the Welsh National School of Medicine during the years when Nick worked there. Much of the wrongdoing stemmed from the key role that the Welsh National School of Medicine and the wider Cardiff University were playing in concealing the crimes of the paedophile Labour MP for Cardiff West and Speaker of the House George Thomas – who in 1983, thanks to his friend Thatch, became Viscount Tonypandy (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’) – as well as the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales.

Surely this must be a coincidence, but it was just before Aug 1985 that I began approaching politicians about the wrongdoing of the Top Docs in north Wales. So Nick rocked up in Cardiff right on cue! I don’t know about Nick Lemoine, but here are a just a few of the people who did know about me and about the many crimes of George Thomas and Dafydd’s gang:

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Not that I had any idea at all that I was so famous at the time…

 

When Nick Lemoine first went to work at Cardiff, Professor Sir William Asscher was still working as a nephrologist there. In Dec 1986 Prof Ollie Brooke of St George’s Hospital Medical School was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Ollie was a big name in the pan-European paedophile/trafficking ring of which Dafydd et al were a part and gosh did the Paedophiles In Distress send out an alert. The head of the Dean of St George’s rolled and he was replaced by William Asscher, who was called to London to help out those High Society traffickers and to take over as Dean of St George’s… Not that Asscher ever waved goodbye to his pals in Wales. He continued to keep a home in south Wales and he returned to live there full time when he retired from St George’s.

By the time that Nick left Cardiff in Dec 1988, I had worked with his pals at Hammersmith and for the Cancer Research Campaign labs at Nottingham University, where there was yet more research fraud in progress – in collaboration with a US drugs company to be precise – and I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign at the University of Surrey, for Prof Vincent Marks. Vincent’s brother was Dr John Marks, the then President of the BMA, who was locked in battle with Ken Clarke and the Tory Gov’t. They really hated each other, but as everyone concerned was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the Westminster Paedophile Ring, it all ended in stalemate. Nick Lemoine knows some of the people whom I knew at Surrey!

After Nick left Cardiff, he joined the crowd at Hammersmith and Sir Walter Bodmer. In 1997 Nick became Director of CR UK Medical Oncology at Imperial College; Imperial by that time encompassed Hammersmith…

In 2004 Nick felt the call of Bart’s and their fantastic new cancer hospital.

Nick went from strength to strength once he was back at the once-doomed Bart’s. He was Clinical Director for the Central and East London Comprehensive Local Research Network and the NIHR Clinical Research Network, 2007-14, which included three biomedical research centres ie. UCL, Great Ormond Street Hospital and Moorfields Eye Hospital. UCL and GOSH were both institutions which concealed organised abuse.

Nick Lemoine was the Clinical Director of the Cancer Clinical Academic Unit at Bart’s, July 2008-Sept 2012. In Jan 2012 Nick became the Chair of the Challenge Awards Panel for the NIHR i4i Programme, a post in which he remains at present. In July 2012 he was appointed Director of Research and Development for the Cancer and Surgery Clinical Academic Group at Bart’s, another post in which he remains. In May 2014, Nick became Medical Director of the clinical Research Network, yet another post in which he remains. Since 2015 Lemoine has been a Visiting Professor and Consultant Executive of the Academy of Medical Sciences at Zhenghon University, China.

Since April 2015 Nick Lemoine has Chaired the Board of Trustees at the Medical Research Foundation; he has been a Trustee since 2008. Nick was appointed as Chair of the MRF by the MRC. The Chief Executive of the MRC when Nick was appointed as Chair of the MRF was Professor Sir John Savill. Savill is a nephrologist – he will have known William Asscher – who is an Honorary Consultant Physician and Nephrologist with the Lothian University Hospitals Division. He is a member of the Lothian Health Board and Chairs its Service Redesign Committee. Savill was Head of the College of Medicine and Veterinary Medicine and a Vice Principal of the University of Edinburgh. Savill’s research interest is in immunology and he completed his PhD on this in 1981 – at Hammersmith Hospital. Savill’s salary as Chief Exec of the MRC was between £170,000 and £174,999.

The Chair of the MRC – and who still is Chair – when Nick Lemoine was given that job as Chair of the MRF was Donald Brydon. Brydon knows plenty about medical research, being Chair of the London Stock Exchange. He is not even a Chair of the London Stock Exchange who has done a stint at Hammersmith Hospital. No, Brydon is a maths graduate of Edinburgh University. When he was at Edinburgh Brydon was Chairman of the University’s Conservative Association alongside Malcolm Rifkind as Secretary, with whom Brydon had been at school ie. at George Watson’s College. Brydon was also elected President of Edinburgh University Union. Brydon remained in Edinburgh to teach at the University for several years after graduation. So he’ll know a Gordon Brown who was an undergrad at Edinburgh, then a PhD student and was also elected as Rector. The Gordon who was PM, 2007-10. 

In 1977 Brydon began a 20-year career working at Barclay’s during which time he became Chairman and Chief Executive of the company’s investment arm, BZW Investment Management. From 1997 to 2002 Brydon was Chief Executive Officer at AXA Investment Managers SA. 

Brydon has also been Chairman of Royal Mail, Smiths Group, the London Metal Exchange, Amersham plc, Taylor Nelson Sofres, ifs School of Finance and EveryChild. Brydon has been a Director of Allied Domecq and Scottish Power.

EveryChild was an international development charity based in the UK, which dealt with children’s rights in particular the protection and aid for children growing up without parental care or family. In 2014, EveryChild worked with many of its former local partners and other grassroots organisations to create Family for Every Child; a global alliance of 27 local organisations working together to help vulnerable children and families. So Donald Brydon was tasked with keeping such kids out of the hands of trafficking gangs etc…

Who ever decided that a senior manager of Barclays would know anything about what is needed to achieve that?

 

Brydon resigned from the Royal Mail Group in 2015 to become Chairman of the London Stock Exchange Group. As Chairman of the Royal Mail, Brydon was paid an annual salary of £200,000 for working two days a week. Whilst in office for a period of six years Brydon oversaw the privatisation of the 499-year-old institution.Which I seem to remember was an idea conjured up by Mandy. Before Mandy and Miranda even try to explain Brydon’s salary when he was Chairman of Royal Mail, perhaps they’d like to tell me why, when Brydon was Chairman and at previous times as well, letters to me were opened before they went through my letter box. Letters from my lawyers who were handling my case against the North West Wales NHS Trust to be precise. It is a criminal offence to interfere with the Royal Mail, posties can be imprisoned for doing that and furthermore I have been told recently that some staff of the Royal Mail were/are required to sign the Official Secrets Act, such are the (alleged) precautions re intercepting the mail.

Furthermore, many years ago when I was living in Harringay in 1987, studying at Hammersmith and under attack by the north London gang linked to Dafydd’s, there was a spate of interfering with my mail. At one point, someone sent me my birth certificate through the post and that was one of the items which disappeared. I have always wondered whether a few people have been married in my name or whether a drugs mule is in possession of a passport and claims to be me. Having said that, Dafydd has been doing fake IDs for ages and as for criminal records, well my PNC was unlawfully altered to show convictions against my name for offences that I was never even charged with, so I won’t lose any sleep over that birth certificate. All to be expected by someone who has tangled with the Top Doctors.

The other letter that definitely was intercepted, read and forwarded onto me was back in 1988. I had applied for a research job in neuroscience in the Vet Science Dept at Edinburgh University – John Savill was probably running the place at the time – and their reply to me had gone for a little walk…

Donald Brydon is also Chairman of the Sage Group.

The only thing linked to medical research that Brydon has any knowledge of at all is how to create a demand for and market pharmaceutical products, in which he will have excelled at Amersham plc, which in 1982 was the first privatisation carried out by Thatch. Ah – but that is now what Gov’ts idea of medical research is all about isn’t it…

When I worked in biomedical research, a great many people were keen to get jobs with Amersham International, as it was then called. It was a magnet because the salaries were much higher than in universities. But then people would find that in their role as research scientists at Amersham, it wasn’t the science which was prioritised…

 

The website of the Medical Research Foundation tells us: ‘We exist to advance medical research, improve human health and change people’s lives’ and that ‘The Medical Research Foundation is an independent charitable foundation. Formed by the MRC, we grow and nurture people and ideas wherever we see research opportunities with great potential.’ The MRF also boasts that the heritage of the MRF ‘is remarkable: scientists associated with the MRC have received a total of 29 Nobel Prizes.’

Well as the whole process is rigged and simply involves people doing favours for their mates and everything possible to ensure that the Nobel Prizes are given to the people who’s work has already been identified – on the basis of previous nepotism and cronyism – to be worthy of investment by the MRC and its friends, that is hardly surprising is it.

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Nick Lemoine is also Director of Research & Development for Cancer at Bart’s Health NHS Trust and the Medical Director of the National Institute for Health Research Clinical Research Network for England. He is a member of the NIHR Strategy Board and chairs the NIHR Invention for Innovation Challenge Panel. He is currently a Non-Executive Director of the Royal Surrey County Hospital NHS Foundation Trust and is a Visiting Professor at the Academy of Medical Sciences of Zhengzhou University in China.

Nick has served as Chair of the Clinical Training and Career Development Panel at the Medical Research Council, and as Vice-Chair of the MRC Stratified Medicine Expert Panel. He has previously served as Chair of the MRC Stem Cell Strategic Grant and Fellowship Panels and has been a member of the MRC’s Molecular & Cellular Medicine Board. Lemoine chairs scientific advisory and grant award committees for a number of medical charities, including Diabetes UK, Prostate Cancer UK, Pancreatic Cancer Research Fund and Pancreatic Cancer UK.

Nick Lemoine was elected as a Fellow of the Academy of Medical Sciences in 2006 and as a Foreign Academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineers in 2017.

As well as Nick Lemoine’s mate Sergio Quezada, Allison’s former post-doc, someone else was all over the media commenting on the richly deserving Nobel Prize winners ie. one Professor Dan Davis. Dan Davies wrote the book ‘The Beautiful Cure’, ‘which describes the work which led to this Nobel Prize’. Yet the work is not a ‘cure’, beautiful or otherwise. Dan himself admitted of the ‘cure’: ‘It doesn’t work for everyone but lives have been saved…I think this is just the tip of the iceberg – many more medicines like this are on the horizon’. Yet no-one is sure IF lives have been saved; one person has lived a long time after taking The Beautiful Cure, a number of other people ‘benefited’ but suffered ‘significant’ side effects and that was the best that the much hyped PR could boast of. Never mind, if Dan wrote that book, it  suggests that he had plenty invested in The Beautiful Cure and he’ll be delighted to have heard who won the Nobel.

Who is Dan Davis? He’s the Professor of Immunology at Manchester University and is currently the Director of Research in the Manchester Collaborative Centre for Inflammation Research. Unusually, Dan did not train as a Top Doctor or a biomedical scientist, he is a physicist. After obtaining his PhD in physics at Strathclyde University, Glasgow, Dan began studying the immune system at Harvard University with Jack Strominger.

Prior to working at Manchester University, Dan Davis was the Head of the Immunology Section at Imperial College London. So somehow this physicist found himself in a senior position with the contingent from Hammersmith who had metamorphosed into Global Leaders under Lord Brian Flowers… Brian Flowers was of course a physicist himself who spent years of his career at Manchester as well as Imperial. As well as being Rector of Imperial, 1973-85 and VC of London University, 1985-90, Brian Flowers was VC of Manchester University, 1994-2001.

Dan Davis did his first degree – in physics – at Manchester University. He graduated in 1992. I think that Dan knows or used to know my former neighbour and landlord’s daughter, Gwen Parry-Jones! Gwen was doing her degree in physics at Manchester at the same time as Dan. I blogged about Gwen and her family in my post ‘Tan yn Llyn’. I and my friends lived in Gwen’s parents’ house  on Anglesey for the years when Dafydd et al first declared war on us. Dr D.G.E. Wood lived down the road, the village was full of Top Docs and Angels and Gwen’s dad Gwilym Parry-Jones was formerly a lecturer at UCNW when the institution was run by Dafydd and the trafficking gang. Gwen’s younger brother Adrian is a Top Doctor at Manchester University! I have been told that Gwen’s family were leaned upon by the Top Doctors and were duly rewarded when they succumbed…

Gwen was featured on BBC News Wales online today! Gwen is now the Executive Director of Horizon, who are responsible for the Wylfa Nuclear Power Station Project on Anglesey and she was featured on the BBC as an Inspirational Role Model to girls and wimmin! The girls whom Gwen is inspiring might be interested to know why Gwen did a degree in physics. It was because she did so badly in her A levels that she couldn’t take up the place that she had been offered at Manchester to do medicine. Her dad Gwilym rang them up and begged, but no, they were not going to have Gwen with those very poor A levels. So Gwilym – who was also a physicist – rang the physics Dept in Manchester and because no-one wanted to do physics, there was lots of spare places and Gwen was in!

What a pity that Dafydd hadn’t illegally imprisoned me by the time that you did your A levels Gwen! Manchester Medical School would have let you in then, no problem. Never mind, you and your family benefited from it in subsequent years, so you didn’t miss out too badly.

 

Predators: Much as I am enjoying exposing you all online, indeed I haven’t had such a laugh for years, I think that you ought to wake up to the fact that this is not going to go away. You have all been very, very naughty and appearing on the BBC and giving yourselves Nobel Prizes is not going to resolve this. You are in very, very deep doo doo. I’m not quite sure when Krakatoa will erupt, but believe me it will sooner or later.

 

Gwen’s mate Dan Davis spent the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry as a post doctoral Research Fellow at Harvard. Very wise Dan. ‘I know nuzzing’. Then Dan returned to the embrace of Dafydd’s associates at Imperial and reached the very top…

Professor Dan – his research interest is in Natural Killer Cells – also known as T cells:

 

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Dan is also Visiting Professor at Imperial College. The Manchester Collaborative Centre for Inflammation Research – the research institute of which Dan is Director – is funded by the University of Manchester, AstraZeneca and GSK.

Professor Dan became a Fellow of the Academy of Medical Sciences in 2011. He currently holds a Wellcome Trust Investigator Award. He is also the author of a popular-level science book ‘ The Compatibility Gene’ (Penguin, 2014) which was picked by Bill Bryson as a Guardian Book of the Year. Don’t tell me that Bill Bryson knows what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al as well… Are you a specialist in Natural Killers as well Mr Bryson?

Bill Bryson is an American journo who loves Little Britain so much that he has been resident here for many years. He first visited the UK in 1973 and decided to stay after landing a job working in a psychiatric hospital – the now defunct Holloway Sanatorium in Virginia Water, Surrey. Bill met an Angel there, Cynthia, whom he married in 1975. Jesus, perhaps Bill Bryson does know Dafydd. Bill definitely knew the sort of things that happened to psych patients and he hasn’t ever told all either. Bryson wrote about Holloway Sanatorium in his book ‘Notes From A Small Island’ and recorded that the Sanatorium had a charm about it because ‘it was full of wandering lunatics’. Bryson worked at the Sanatorium in 1973 as a janitor on Tuke Ward. He mentions the ward as home to ‘long-stay male patients in a state of arrested insanity’. According to Bryson, the place was one of the most extraordinary communities in England. Many patients were allowed to wander freely down to the shops and back, mingling on equal terms with the locals, who affectionately referred to the institution as ‘the sanny’.

Yes Bill and the patients whom you didn’t write about were in there because they had knowledge of very serious wrongdoing. As might have the harmless loonies whom you did acknowledge but they were out and about because they had been sufficiently destroyed by their ‘care and treatment’ not to pose a threat to the reputations of the Top Docs or anyone else…

Bill: Patient F originally came from Surrey. The loonies from down there had dynamite – the lowdown on who was supplying underaged sex workers and drugs to rock stars and other celebs and the circumstances of the deaths of people like Brian Jones and Jimi Hendrix (see eg. post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ and other posts…).

Bill Bryson lived in Kirkby Malham in North Yorkshire in the 1980s and 90s. He knew about Savile and the trafficking ring there….

Bill mingles with the best. In November 2006, Bryson interviewed the then British PM Miranda, on the state of science and education. You should have asked him what the hell was going on at Bangor University Bill, you interviewed Miranda just months after the brother-in-law of Miranda’s policy adviser John McTernan nicked my computer.

In 2005 Bryson was appointed Chancellor of Durham University. Here he is in his glad rags:

 

 

Bryson was elected an Honorary Fellow of the Royal Society in 2013, becoming the first non-Briton upon whom this honour has been conferred. Well I wonder how Bill managed that? His biography at the Royal Society reads: ‘Bill Bryson is a popular author who is driven by a deep curiosity for the world we live in. Bill’s books and lectures demonstrate an abiding love for science and an appreciation for its social importance. His international bestseller, A Short History of Nearly Everything (2003), is widely acclaimed for its accessible communication of science and has since been adapted for children.’

The things that Bill didn’t manage to include in his volume ‘A Short History Of Nearly Everything’ may be read on this blog.

 

It’s just as well that people who are linked to Dafydd’s network of umbrellas have won the Nobel Prize with their Beautiful Cure, because the Nobels this year have been rather tainted by the goings-on in relation to the Nobel Prize for Literature. Unfortunately it has been scrapped for 2018 as a result of one of those involved, Jean-Claude Arnault, being convicted of rape and sentenced to two years in prison days before Allison and Honjo were awarded their Nobel Prize. Jean-Claude wasn’t due to receive a Nobel Prize himself, but he styled himself as the Swedish Academy’s ’19th member’ and was married to Academy member Katarina Frostenson, a poet and playwright. The scandal involving Jean-Claude caused seven members of the Academy to stand down, including Katarina, as well as the Academy’s permanent secretary, Sara Danius.

For many years, Arnault and Frostenson ran Forum, a club in Stockholm that showcased exhibitions and readings by prominent cultural personalities including Nobel laureates. The club was partly funded by the Swedish Academy, prompting secondary allegations of a conflict of interest. As the scandal unfolded, it was reported that an internal investigation by the Academy had concluded that Arnault may have leaked the names of seven Nobel literature laureates – the subject of heavy betting – in advance of their announcement, including those of Bob Dylan in 2016 and Harold Pinter in 2005. The Harold Pinter who was married to Lord Longford’s daughter, Lady Antonia. Lord Longford and many members of his family and network knew a great deal about Dafydd, organised abuse, the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the wrongful imprisonment of witnesses (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’).

The scandal first erupted last November when the Dagens Nyheter newspaper published detailed allegations by 18 women accusing Arnault – who describes himself as a photographer – of rape, sexual harassment, physical abuse and harassment over a period of more than 20 years, in Sweden and France. Eight women filed formal complaints, but all bar one of the cases were subsequently dropped for lack of evidence or because they had exceeded the statute of limitations. The woman in the case that came to trial – a writer and academic – told police of the 2011 assaults a few days after the Dagens Nyheter report was published, saying she had not come forward earlier because Jean-Claude Arnault was a good friend of her manager…

 

After finding out who were the colleagues of the Nobel Prize winner James Allison, imagine my delight when I read on ‘The Guardian’ online that an old favourite of this blog has won the Royal Society Prize for the Science Book of the Year – Sarah-Jayne Blakemore, daughter of Mr Oxford University, Mr Cambridge University and Mr MRC. I blogged about Sarah-Jayne in previous posts (eg. ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’) and provided details of a number of her colleagues and mentors who either knew about Dafydd and the gang and remained silent or actively concealed their crimes.

Some of Sarah-Jayne’s colleagues have even worked with Dafydd, such as Professor Mark Williams, who recently collaborated with Sarah-Jayne on a Wellcome funded project in an attempt to demonstrate that Mindfulness not only ‘works’ but can be demonstrated to work by scanning people’s brains and other such techniques. Mindfulness was a research fraud perpetrated by Mark Williams in the late 1980s when Williams worked as a clinical psychologist in north Wales with Dafydd and the paedophile gang. Early editions of Williams’s books had acknowledgements to social worker Keith Fearns, one of those who perjured himself in court in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Williams co-authored with Judith Soulsby, another colleague of the people traffickers who will never be forgotten by all who encountered her and with Isobel Hargreaves, who was married to Ralph Oxley, a botanist at Bangor University who in turn worked with Chris Wood, the wife of Dr D.G.E Wood. They all peopled Bangor University when Dafydd and the gang ran the place. Most of Williams’s patients who’s miraculous recoveries formed the basis of his publications are now dead and many of them died shortly after Williams told the world that he was working Miracles in that sleepy little corner of Wales which was run by a bunch of gangsters. Mark Williams made it known in north Wales that he wanted a Chair at Oxford years ago – at about the time of the Waterhouse Report. See post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’.

Sarah-Jayne Blakemore is the Prof of Cognitive Neuroscience at UCL. Her network of friends and colleagues hold many positions on grant awarding bodies, as does Sarah-Jayne herself, including on the Wellcome Trust. Sarah-Jayne is continuing a family tradition. Colin Blakemore was Chief Exec of the MRC, 2003-07, which was when many of Sarah-Jayne’s colleagues received funding from the MRC.

Colin Blakemore succeeded Professor Sir George Radda as the Chief Exec of the MRC, with an annual budget of more than £700 million. The reputation of the MRC had been damaged by what was perceived as financial mismanagement, the introduction of unpopular funding schemes and a lack of transparency in its dealings with researchers. Blakemore launched a national roadshow to consult the scientific community and quickly changed the mechanisms for handling funds, rationalised the grant schemes, introduced new forms of support for young researchers and overhauled the communications policies of the MRC. He maintained his research activity at Oxford University during his period of office.

Blakemore argued for a stronger commitment to clinical research and to the translation of basic research into benefits for patients. These actions anticipated Sir David Cooksey’s 2006 “Review of UK Health Research Funding”, which resulted in closer working between the MRC and the Departments of Health, but which recommended that “funding levels for basic science should be sustained”. In the Comprehensive Spending Review at the end of Blakemore’s term of office, the budget of the MRC was increased by more than one third over three years. He was succeeded at the MRC by Leszek Borysiewicz.

On the completion of his appointment at the MRC in 2007, Colin Blakemore returned to the Chair of Neuroscience at Oxford before his appointment at the University of London in 2012.

Sarah-Jayne did her first degree at Oxford University and her PhD at UCL. She received much funding from the Royal Society as a post-doc.

 

Soon after Colin Blakemore’s appointment to the MRC, ‘The Sunday Times’ published a leaked British Cabinet Office document that suggested he was deemed unsuitable for inclusion in the 2004 New Year’s Honours List because of his research on animals – research considered “controversial” by a British Gov’t committee that oversees matters of science and technology despite being widely supported by political leaders and the public. Colin Blakemore was hated by animal rights activists, some of whom tried to kill him. However Blakemore’s research was also considered to be very dodgy by his fellow researchers. I was told in 1990 by a neurosurgeon who had worked with Blakemore at Cambridge that Blakemore’s research was cruel and could not be justified. This was a man who was very au fait with animal work and had done it himself.

I have never met Colin Blakemore, but I did meet some medical researchers who made it quite clear that they should be allowed to do whatever they wanted to animals in their labs and that no-one else even had the right to comment. Some of the experiments carried out by the Royal College of Surgeons, the Institute of Psychiatry and places like the Huntingdon Institute were downright cruel and many medical researchers themselves were of the opinion that they should have been stopped.

After Blakemore discovered that he had been blacklisted for an honour, he threatened to resign from the MRC, suggesting in interviews that his position as Chief Executive was now untenable:

It’s a matter of principle. The mission statement of the MRC is explicit. There’s a specific commitment to talk to the public about issues in medical research. How can I now go to our scientists, and ask them to risk talking about animal research, when there now appears to be evidence that in secret the government disapproves it, even though in public they’ve strongly encouraged it?

A Parliamentary inquiry investigating the matter implicated the Science and Technology Committee Chaired by Sir Richard Mottram. After expressions of support for animal experimentation from then PM Miranda; Chief Scientific Adviser David King; Minister for Science Lord Sainsbury; and the wider scientific community, Blakemore withdrew his threat to resign.

Miranda knows nothing about the use of animals in research and would have said whatever was convenient and Lord David Sainsbury was notorious for being a man who in return for huge donations to the Labour Party was given a job as Science Minister. Lord Sainsbury formulated mental health policy under Blair by the same method and after giving over £100 million to Cambridge University, Sainsbury was appointed Chancellor. More recently David Sainsbury has been bank rolling neuroscience research at UCL. See post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’.

People who have been part of the Science and Technology Committee are not always the ethical men/wimmin of science whom one would hope to find on that Committee. Stars have included Dafydd’s mate the Bastard of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne who laughably also Chaired the Medical Ethics Committee, 1993-94, while witnesses to the crimes of Dafydd’s gang were found dead:

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 In a House of Lords debate in 2015. Christ, imagine that looming over your bedside after you’ve just had neurosurgery. I bet that there was some butchery in Newcastle that had to be concealed.

 

Lord Bob has also been a leading light on the Science and Technology Select Committee:

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Lord Bob is media friendly but Lord Bob knew about the trafficking gang that was being facilitated by Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain et al at St George’s and the rest of the wrongdoing by Chamberlain et al (see post ‘Now Then…’); he knew about dear old Dafydd and the cartel of Top Doctors who unlawfully denied women in north Wales terminations and forced them into the hands of a dodgy private abortionist in Chester (see post ‘I Predict A Riot’ and ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’); and Lord Bob also passed an unhinged sexual harasser whom he unwittingly employed as a junior doctor onto Chamberlain’s team, Lord Bob obviously believing that the sexual harasser would feel at home there. The sexual harasser surpassed himself by having sex with a research assistant, in the lab, while telling her how much he wanted to shag one of the other research assistants. Who, when she heard about it, told me that under no circumstances would she be having sex with him. Chamberlain in turn passed the harassing shagger  onto someone else. Richard Penketh, the harassing shagger in question, ended up working as a Top Doctor in Cardiff, where Dr Brian Gibbons, the Welsh Gov’t Health Minister who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al, gave him an award for excellence.

Ah, the doctors they were wonderful!

I remember you well Penketh! As no doubt does every other female under the age of 40 who has ever made your acquaintance.

Richard can now be found advertising his services as a Top Doctor who works for Spire Healthcare.

Here’s Penketh, picking up yet another award!

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Colin Blakemore finally bagged his K in 2014, so there was a happy ending.

And now Sarah-Jayne has won the Royal Society Prize!

Sarah-Jayne’s book is called, most appropriately, ‘Inventing Ourselves’. Which is pretty much what they have all done. They’ve given each other big grants and prizes, they’ve supplied rave reviews for each other’s books, they’ve invited each other onto media programmes and by such strategies, they have all become ‘experts’ and ‘leaders in their fields’. People despair of the cronyism and nepotism in institutions like Bangor and Aberystwyth Universities and I can understand why, but nothing, nothing at all, beats the Top Doctors in the London-Oxford-Cambridge triangle. Furthermore they are the ones who are at the top of CR-UK, the MRC and the Wellcome Trust and who end up sitting in the Lords.

 

I won’t dwell at length on Sarah-Jayne and her dad in this post, readers can read all about them in previous posts. However, I am interested in the judges who awarded Sarah-Jayne her prize.

The Chair of the panel of judges was Professor Dame Frances Ashcroft, who stated that ‘Inventing Ourselves’ is ‘truly a book that everyone should read’. Frances Ashcroft is the Royal Society GlaxoSmithKline Professor of Physiology at Oxford. Gosh, I wonder who funded that Chair. Frances Ashcroft holds Bachelors and Postgrad degrees from Cambridge and was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society in 1999. Ashcroft is the Director of OXION, a training and research programme on the integrative physiology of ion channels, funded by the Wellcome Trust.

Dame Frances has rubbed shoulders with a few of those we know and love on her journey upwards and not just Sarah-Jayne’s dad either. Frances Ashcroft went to Talbot Heath School, an independent school for girls in Bournemouth. Famous old girls include Dr Death’s mate Shirl. Ashcroft undertook post-doc work at Leicester University in the late 1970s, when that institution was heaving with people concealing the organised abuse gang in Leicester of which Greville Janner was alleged to be a member and which had links with Dafydd. The medical school at Leicester in particular was up to its eyes in it, as was the Dean of Leicester Medical School, Lord Robert Kilpatrick, who, like Lord John Walton, Chaired the GMC and loyally served Dafydd and his associates in that capacity. See previous posts.

Frances Ashcroft was one of five 2012 winners of the L’Oreal UNESCO Award for Women In Science. Because she’s worth it! Look, she has lovely hair and ooh I do like that dress as well, black goes well on her but you wouldn’t wear it in the daytime though would you and that necklace is nice, just right, understated oooh classy. Do you know I think that I recognise Frances, I’m sure that I met her when I was carrying out my post-doc work in Laboratoire Garnier.

 

 

Ashcroft is a woman of many talents and appeared (as a diner) on Masterchef during the 2011 series, along with several other Fellows of the Royal Society. Their taste buds are of superior quality to the taste buds of the lower orders, which is why the Fellows of the Royal Society were invited to taste the grub rather than the cleaners of the institutions in which the Fellows are employed. I expect that series of Masterchef was funded by the MRC and Wellcome Trust, which would have ensured that the diners weren’t just anyone.

 

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Ashcroft’s work with Professor Andrew Hattersley ‘has helped enable children born with diabetes to switch from insulin injections to tablet therapy’. Hattersley is Professor of Molecular Medicine at the University of Exeter. He was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society in 2010. Hattersley did a degree at Emmanuel College, Cambridge and then trained as a Top Doctor at Oxford. He undertook further training in diabetes at Hammersmith Hospital. We’re on familiar territory aren’t we…

Hattersley was a lecturer at Birmingham University, 1993-1994 and he has worked at Exeter since 1995. So Hattersley lectured at Birmingham along with Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE) and Tony Francis’s mate Professor Ian Brockington (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Exeter also employs a few mates of the gang from north Wales, as a result of Exeter’s collaboration with Professor Mark Williams and his Mindfulness con. For a long while, the head honcho for Mindfulness at Exeter University was Professor Willem Kuyken, but he relocated some years ago. Where did he go? Oxford University of course, Willem stepped into Mark Williams’s shoes when Williams decided to ‘retire’. Which coincided with one of Mark Williams’s victims from north Wales writing to the VC of Oxford University about his experiences with Mark Williams. The person in question was a close friend of mine from Gwynedd. He then became seriously ill and was refused all NHS care by the Top Docs in north Wales and lived rough in Scotland for a while. At the same time, the Top Docs decided that it was time to ruin my life all over again and I was unlawfully detained for many months. Imagine my surprise, when I finally got back on my feet, only to find that Mark Williams had decided that perhaps retirement wasn’t for him after all and had embarked on a major collaboration with Sarah-Jayne!

Then there were the extraordinary experiences that I had when I was interviewed for two research jobs at Exeter University; the NHS Chief Exec of the region who narrowly escaped a prison sentence after being convicted of fraud; the death of a young mentally ill man in the police station directly opposite the building housing Exeter’s Medical School, which specialises in Service User Led Research; and Professor Edzard Ernst, who was forced out of his job at Exeter because his research consistently demonstrated that some of the ‘therapies’ which the authorities at Exeter University wanted to promote were clinically ineffective. If Edzard had made up his data like a few other people whom I could name, he’d have kept his job. See previous posts for details of these Exeter Experiences.

Andrew Hattersley has bagged many honours and prizes, among them: 1998 Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians, London; 2004 Fellow of the Academy of Medical Sciences; 2016 GlaxoSmithKline Prize; 2016 EASD–Novo Nordisk Foundation Diabetes Prize for Excellence.

I have no idea whether Andrew Hattersley is any relation of Roy Fattersley, the other half of the ‘dream ticket’ which was going to get the Windbag elected as PM many years ago.

 

One of Frances Ashcroft’s fellow judges was Vivienne Parry, ‘science broadcaster and journalist’. Parry has presented BBC’s ‘Tomorrow’s World’ and ‘Panorama’ and contributes to ‘The Guardian’ online. Vivienne Parry is Head of Engagement at Genomics England.

Parry was educated at the independent girls’ school St Swithun’s, Winchester. She studied Zoology at Bedford College (London) graduating with in 1978 and then went on to UCL to study immunology and genetics…

Parry was Vice Chairman of Council of UCL and in 2009 was appointed a member of the MRC.

Parry’s first job was as National Organiser of the mother and baby charity Birthright,1979-94. Birthright was a charidee which has gone under several different names and was founded by Sir George Pinker, a friend of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain. Pinker was the poshest of Top Docs and he was Surgeon-Gynaecologist to HM the Queen Lilibet, 1973-90 and oversaw many Royal births  (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’).

Vivienne Parry worked closely with the Birthright’s Patron, HRH The Princess of Wales for 12 years. HRH Di might not have realised it, but she wasn’t the best advert for Sir George Pinker’s clinical skills; there are indications that Pinker screwed up the delivery of Prince William. HRH was left with the impression that she had simply experienced a difficult delivery, but no, George misjudged badly because he wouldn’t listen to the silly girl and he was quite lucky that William arrived in possession of a full complement of brain cells because that probably should have been a Ceasarian delivery… Not that anyone in the Royal Household clicked, George was wheeled out once more when Di was finally persuaded to have another baby, something that she had made clear that she was very unwilling to do because of what had happened before. Not that the Royals can be blamed for that, they have no way of judging the competence of their Top Docs, the Top Docs are a load of bloody liars who will not come clean when one of them should not be let loose on patients and so even Royalty get it in the neck.

Any Top Docs want to fess up as to which one of you it was who passed the gynae records of a high profile member of the Royal Family around London in the late 1980s then??? I heard the crude jokes. God, people would fucking clock you lot if they knew how you actually conducted yourselves. Never mind, give yourselves another Nobel Prize, it’ll keep the wagon on the rails for a few more years while the clinical outcomes of people in the UK steadily continue downhill and you can scream for more ‘funding’ for the ‘under-resourced’ NHS…

 

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Vivienne Parry was briefly a Trustee of the Princess of Wales Memorial Fund. Di survived the births at the hands of George Pinker but not the drive  through that tunnel in Paris.

In September 2017, Parry was appointed to the board of UKRI (UK Research & Innovation).

Vivienne was very involved with the setting up of the Science Media Centre and Cheltenham Science Festival. In September 2017 Vivienne became Chair of the Cheltenham Science Festival and a member of the Cheltenham Festivals Board.

Here’s Lord Bob enjoying himself at the Cheltenham Science Festival in 2011, but I have no idea of whatever it is that he is boasting about the size of:

 

 

Other judges on the Royal Society Science Book of the Year panel which awarded Sarah-Jayne her prize were Dr Leigh Fletcher, the Associate Professor of Planetary Sciences at the University of Leicester  – Leigh Fletcher has spent most of his career at Oxford and Cambridge; Peter Florence, a literary gent who is Director and Co-founder of the Hay Festival; and Greg Williams, Editor of ‘Wired’ magazine, which is all about techie things. I very much doubt that any of these people are in a position to judge whether Sarah-Jayne has written a work of genius or a work of utter cobblers. However they will all know who her dad is.

There was another judge on the panel as well. None other than Professor Brian Cox. Brian is the BBC favourite who is also Professor of Particle Physics at Manchester University. Brian is not just a David Attenborough or a Johnny Morris who deludes children into believing that he is a scientist, Brian is a real live physicist and he knows his stuff. He also knew about the likes of Jimmy Savile cluttering up the BBC but he kept as quiet as everyone else did about it.

Before Brian Cox achieved stardom as a TV physicist, he was best known as the man who played with the rock group D:Ream, who were responsible for ‘Things Can Only Get Better’, the sound track to Miranda’s 1997 General Election victory. I was delighted to see the back of the Tories myself and I remember watching old Prezza on TV having a drunken knees-up. I did however have two mates who were Labour activists who told me that the arrival of Miranda as PM was no cause for celebration. They were quite right. Up in north Wales, life continued pretty much as before for Empowered Service Users. They continued to be found dead throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry, which had opened five months before Miranda became PM.

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One big healthcare story in the news today is that ever increasing numbers of mental health patients are being tasered by the police while they are in hospital. The Hergest Unit was one of the first mental health units in the UK who called in the police to taser a patient. Lest anyone swallows the line that this might be needed in the case of Dangerous Patients, it is not. Not under any circumstances. Hospital in-patients sectioned under the Mental Health Act have no rights at all, absolutely none. Numerous Angels can pile on top of them and stay there for hours, even until the patient stops breathing and dies. It is not unlawful. Likewise the Angels can forcibly inject patients with Medication which kills them. The patients have no right to refuse, even if they know that they have reacted nearly fatally to such Medication on a previous occasion. All these were tried and tested methods of murdering patients before the introduction of police officers with tasers and they served the purpose just as well. Furthermore, if a detained mental health patient dies in police custody, there has to be an investigation and figures are kept regarding such deaths. There is no obligation for the NHS to hold such an investigation if the Angels murder a sectioned mental health patient and very few such deaths are investigated. Deaths of patients in mental health units are recorded but one has to fight tooth and nail to access the data.

Neither are people with learning disabilities faring any better. Horrifying figures were released today with regard to the use of ‘restraint’ on people with learning disabilities in hospital units in England. The number of times that ‘restraint’ was used on such patients rose by 50% between 2016 and 2017. That 50% rise wasn’t from 10 times to 15 times. In 2017, restraint was used more than 22,000 times. Once every half an hour. The figures cover adults as well as children. Face down restraint of patients with leaning disabilities – which Gov’t guidelines now state should never be used in any circumstances – was used 3,100 times in 2017. As with tasering mental health patients, this risks the patient dying and even if that doesn’t happen, it is terrifying for a distressed patient as well as virtually always unnecessary. Many families and carers of people with learning disabilities report how bad healthcare staff are at handling the person whom they care for. The staff have no patience or understanding, they demand that the patient participates in pointless activities which just escalates their confusion and distress and should the learning disabled person swear in distress it’ll be case of ‘now don’t you speak to me like that or we’ll have you arrested, we have a zero tolerance aggression policy here’. They have learning disabilities you stupid fuckers, they have no idea what a zero tolerance aggression policy means.

Many of those being restrained are categorised as having challenging behaviour as a result of conditions such as autism. Some of Sarah-Jayne’s colleagues at UCL, Cambridge and Oxford are considered to be global leaders in autism.

But the mates of those at UCL, Oxford and Cambridge have won their Nobel Prize and now thousands of lives will be saved and many more millions of pounds will find their way into the coffers of those institutions. Particularly as Sarah-Jayne has now won that Royal Society prize for her book explaining how they all Invented Themselves.

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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

Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!

The title of this post is a combination of one of Jimi Hendrix’s most well-known songs and an old favourite from Max Boyce.

In previous posts I have mentioned how Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s friends and relations, whilst insulting me, stressed that Dafydd ‘knows really famous people’ and that as those boasting about Dafydd’s celebrity friends were not exactly cultured, they will have been talking about people on TV. I knew that Dafydd used to hold ‘clinics’ in the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds which was one of Jimmy Savile’s haunts and after Savile’s death it was revealed that not only did Savile visit Bryn Estyn but that a former resident alleged that Savile was present whilst this boy was sexually assaulted by multiple men. Whilst researching for this blog, I discovered that the lecherous Top Doctor Linford Rees who protected Dafydd et al for years was the father of the 1970s actress and sex symbol Angharad Rees. Angharad was married to Christopher Cazenove who starred in ‘Dynasty’ and was mates with Joan Collins and others. Linford Rees basked in the reflected glamour of his daughter’s celebrity circle. See post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ for more names and details.

I have also mentioned the psych patient who used to wander around Bethesda virtually destitute, completely neglected and refused help from the mental health services who told everyone that she had been a groupie who had slept with Mick Jagger. By the time that I knew this lady in the late 80s/90s, she was in a really bad way and was dismissed by the world as a nutter. But she was being sexually exploited by a number of people who were not admitting to this and a number of her other ‘fantasies’ were undoubtedly true. Kids in care and psych patients in north Wales had such bizarre and dreadful experiences at the hands of the traffickers who were ‘looking after them’ that the uninitiated could not be blamed for disbelieving their accounts. Some of them were indeed being trafficked for sex with high profile people. Many of those being looked after had died by the time that they were 30, but some of those who survived made it back to north Wales when they were too wrecked to continue working in the sex trade.

People who have not previously spent time around nutters who then do so frequently remark upon two things that surprise them. First, that some of the most extraordinary things that nutters say turn out to be true. Second, that nutters notice and remember a great deal of what is going on around them, rather more than other people do. This is definitely true – I’m not sure why nutters are so good at observing the world around them but many nutters cannot be beaten on this, they really are brilliant at people watching.

One of those dismissed by the staff of the Hergest Unit as the biggest nutter of all was a man, F, who was interested in three things in life – Jimi Hendrix, art and the activities of Dafydd. The official narrative regarding F was that he had become psychotic when he was in his 20s after blowing his mind on psychedelic drugs and had never recovered. The only interest in F’s ‘case’ that the Hergest Unit staff ever showed was over the question of whether his psychosis was ‘genetic’ or ‘drug-induced’. F had blown his mind on drugs and was the first to admit this, indeed he was quite proud of it. What hardly anyone knew however was that F’s mental health problems – which were severe – were made much worse by his treatment at the hands of the mental health services.

The prescribing for F had to be witnessed to be believed. When I first got to know him, he was on anti-psychotic injections, medication for the side-effects of those (the ‘side-effects’ of such anti-psychotics are substantial and debilitating) and several different benzodiazepines. As the years passed F was given even more drugs. Every time that F became angry or distressed, Tony Francis (Dr X) would get out the prescription pad and another anti-psychotic would be added to the cocktail – although none of the previous drugs were ever stopped. F did throw wobblers on a regular basis – but many of those wobblers were because the mental health services were having him arrested on ludicrous charges and as ever would ignore all complaints when he gained evidence that staff had perjured themselves.

F ended up so heavily sedated that his teeth literally rotted and dropped out and he did not feel a thing. I kept telling him to go to a dentist and he would cheerily say ‘but I haven’t got toothache’. By the time that I finally persuaded F to go to a dentist, the dentist just yanked out all that remained of his teeth, saying that they were too far gone to be saved. When F asked the dentist why he hadn’t felt any pain, the dentist explained that he was on so many drugs that his pain receptors weren’t working.

Between 1982-85 when I was living on Anglesey, I knew a local man who had also benefited from the attentions of Dafydd et al – his hands were covered in scars and burns. I found out that this was because he would inadvertently burn himself with his cigarettes and not feel anything as a result of his ‘medication’. Interestingly enough, when I mentioned to the corrupt GP who was facilitating the trafficking gang, Dr DGE Wood, that I had been chatting to this man after he’d given me a lift, Wood told me to keep away from him because he was a nutter. I learnt over the following years that this man was completely harmless but had never recovered after the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Experience.

There will have been something there that Wood did not want me to know. The dangerous nutter was one of Wood’s neighbours.

‘Talk to your local GP for advice – they have a wealth of experience and play a key role in the community!’

It’s not Hendrix, it’s ‘The Kinks’ – ‘Well-Respected Man’:

‘And he’s oh, so good/And he’s oh, so fine/And he’s oh, so healthy/In his body and his mind/He’s a well-respected man about town/Running a paedophile ring so conservatively’

 

The attitude of Bethesda surgery towards F fanned the flames of the fire stoked by the Hergest Unit. Like many long term psych patients, F was a very heavy smoker. I and a friend spent much time explaining the dangers of smoking 60 a day to him and after many months he took an interest in giving up. He went down to Bethesda surgery and was told that his ‘nerves’ were so bad that he really should not be thinking of giving up smoking what with his schizophrenia. After this, I and the friend began the hard work all over again and after many more months I managed to persuade him to return to Bethesda surgery for advice re stopping smoking but not to the lethal idiots whom he had consulted previously. He went to see Dr Paul Nickson who, to be fair, was very supportive where helping patients to give up smoking were concerned. Sadly Paul Nickson didn’t challenge any of the other dreadful things that were happening to F at the hands of the ‘services’.

Bethesda surgery’s attitude and conduct towards F was so bad that in the end he did what many of the folk of Bethesda did – he relied upon the pharmacist in Bethesda for advice. The pharmacist who used to own the chemist’s shop opposite the surgery was fantastic. He had grown up in Bethesda and had been to school there so he knew everyone and was an incredibly nice man. He treated everyone with respect and the Hergest patients used to remark that he always called them ‘Mr’ or ‘Mrs/Miss’ – which the Top Docs certainly never did – and that this was without irony. The pharmacist knew how bloody lethal the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends were and I wondered if he came under attack himself, because after many years of excellent service to the village he became ill, sold his business and later resurfaced as one of the pharmacists in Tesco in Bangor.

A regular scene was that of patients exiting the door of Bethesda surgery, swearing about the inadequacies of the Top Docs in there and then walking across the road to join the queue in the chemist’s shop to talk to someone who knew what they were doing. One one occasion, F entered the chemist’s shop, saw some people who weren’t locals – I think that they were tourists – and yelled out ‘I can highly recommend this man, he is better than a doctor’. The tourists looked bemused and the locals in the shop fell about laughing because the problems were well known…

Despite the constant problems that F had with Bethesda surgery, he was obliged to continue his relationship with them because none of the medication which he was being told was essential could be purchased over the counter. On one memorable occasion, F was sitting in Bethesda surgery when a new patient asked him ‘what are the doctors like here?’ and F replied ‘oh they’re all pretty good except for Mithan’, which was particularly brilliant because Dr Mithan was standing right behind him and heard every world. I was delighted, because I knew people who had really suffered at the hands of Mithan and it was about time that he knew how the village felt about his clinical skills. However, as details of this event reached the ears of other people, a number of them remarked that F had been far too generous in his assessment and stated that ‘they’re not all pretty good except for Mithan, they’re all bloody awful as well as Mithan’. Which was indeed true.

As with all the psych patients, the details of F’s Life Before Dafydd had been forgotten by the staff. He had come from an affluent family in Surrey, had gone to art school in Farnham, had been part of the 60s and 70s counter culture and had rubbed noses with some of the rich n famous. He had gone to school with Rick Parfitt of ‘Status Quo’ fame, one of his best mates had lived at St George’s Hill next to Ringo Starr and he’d trekked across Turkey, Morocco and Afghanistan. And of course he’d spent much time at festivals and other places, taking drugs in the company of other people who also rubbed shoulders with some high profile people.

What the Hergest Unit knew was that in the 1980s F had set fire to his house in Bethesda, ended up in Risley Remand Centre and then in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year and was now a ‘chronic schizophrenic, resistant to medication’. (Then why was he prescribed ‘maintenance medication’ of three anti-psychotics and four benzodiazepines and constantly told that if he didn’t carry on loading himself up he’d ‘get ill’??)

What had actually happened was that F and his former wife C had been raided by the notoriously corrupt drug squad, class A drugs had been planted on F and C and at the police station C had been offered a deal if she made a statement claiming that the drugs were all F’s. Meanwhile, unbeknown to C, at the police station F had been punched in the face by an unidentified Sergeant who had walked into the loo whilst F was in there. F was charged with drugs offences, bailed and left to walk back to Bethesda. During the night, he began experiencing psychotic symptoms, which he told me that he always thought were brought on by the stress of events at the police station. F did set fire to his house, but that was after he had asked a notoriously vile wife beating neighbour – known as Til, who worked for S4C – for help, only to be told ‘well you’re not fucking getting it here’. After setting fire to his house, F went up into the hills where he was found many hours later, arrested and charged with arson and endangering life and taken to Risley Remand Centre.

At Risley, F was left in a cell for three days in the pitch dark after a screw took the light bulb out. F told me that every night he heard the screams of the other prisoners as they were beaten up by the warders. This was the ‘medical wing’ – run by Dafydd’s mates. When F was finally allowed out of the cell he met the other prisoners, who were mostly victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles. F acquired the moniker ‘mushroom boy’ and gave them art lessons.

When F told his solicitor about the assault at the police station – which had been witnessed by a PC who was too frightened to give evidence – the charges of endangering life were quietly dropped. F was charged with drug offences and arson. Dafydd then appeared – whom F had never previously encountered but F had been told by the solicitor that Dafydd was his best chance of getting out of a long prison sentence – and declared F to be ‘a known schizophrenic’, one, according to Dafydd’s notes, ‘with pleasant manners and casual attire’. Dafydd gave evidence in court that F would need to be sectioned for a year.

When F arrived at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, the Angels told him that he was clearly ‘no longer ill’, but ‘for the sake of the courts’ Dafydd would keep him at Denbigh for three weeks and then he could go. After a matter of only days, F was sitting in the garden when he was approached by one of Dafydd’s drug patients, who sold him a huge quantity of amphetamines, which F took. F developed a drug induced psychosis. Which was documented upon his medical records. What was not documented was that F had entered Denbigh not psychotic and only became ill whilst a patient there, as a result of drugs that he had been sold and taken on the premises.

Nothing about the assault at the police station was documented.

Thus a known schizophrenic madman who had set fire to his house was created.

Dafydd didn’t visit F during the year that F spent in Denbigh. It was business as usual – F was left to rot in there along with all the other paedophiles’ victims. Whilst F was in Denbigh, he contacted ‘Release’, the drugs charity. A man from release went up to Denbigh from London, but told F that he ‘couldn’t do anything’. From the information that F provided to me, like I and many other people he was almost certainly held in Denbigh unlawfully. F won’t have known this, but ‘Release’ were linked to organisations involved with fighting for paedophiles’ rights at that time – the mid-80s – and they will have known Dafydd and the paedophiles.

After a year Dafydd visited F and told F that he couldn’t release him until he had somewhere to live. F’s wife, C, had left him – their marriage was very rocky even before the fire – and was living in Glastonbury, where among other things, she worked as a nanny for Fay Weldon. C didn’t think much of Fay and her husband – and had a few interesting things to say about them – and left their employment to work on a farm in Somerset. The house in Bethesda to which F had set fire had not yet been repaired.

Dafydd tried to persuade F to move into a ‘nursing home’ in Llandudno. This nursing home was Holyrood House, which was the subject of an expose by Esther on ‘That’s Life’ and then in the wider media in 1987. Patients were being beaten up by a henchman and a drug addict from Liverpool was responsible for ‘medication’. I was told later that it was widely believed that Dafydd was sexually involved with the ‘manager’ of Holyrood House, Margaret Richards. Someone who knew Margaret Richards told me that she was no more than a common or garden petty criminal who would shop-lift from and swindle shops in Llandudno. Margaret Richards was allegedly responsible for buying Dafydd’s suits, which would certainly explain why Dafydd’s gangster suits never fitted him.

F had no interest in living in Llandudno – although at that time, Holyrood House had not yet been exposed – and in F’s words, he wanted ‘to get back to Bethesda, to hippies, to dogs and to mess’. Dafydd refused to release F until he had somewhere to live, so F rang a mate in Bethesda who wrote to Dafydd confirming that F would be living in a house owned by him in Bethesda.

Thus F finally escaped from the North Wales Hospital. But not of course from the clutches of the psychiatric services. As was de rigueur, F was kept well dosed up with sedatives, but no helpful services at all were forthcoming – F was harassed and threatened by the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, in  particular Slob Ingham.

F was an affluent man. He had inherited a considerable amount of money from an uncle and although his relationship with C was volatile, they remained friends and by the time that they actually divorced – some years later – C was scrupulously fair financially and agreed on a generous settlement from the sale of their property. So F had enough money to purchase a house and live quite a good life – thus he wasn’t dependent upon the ‘services’ for accommodation and benefits, which was the only reason why he did not end up destitute after leaving Denbigh.

F however was incredibly lonely. C had remarried and F wasn’t spending time with his old hippy mates because he had given up illicit drugs and thus had nothing much in common with them anymore.

F was targeted by an unscrupulous woman, who was networked into the paedophiles’ friends. She had been married before and had three children from her previous marriage. Her former husband had been physically abusive to those children and had left her to live with an Angel from Ysbyty Gwynedd, who later commuted to a hospital in Milton Keynes to do agency work because it was so highly paid. The woman who targeted F was known to be absolutely desperate for another baby and basically also needed some dosh. The whole of Bethesda saw her move in on F – assisted by two of her mates who were networked into the paedophiles’ friends as well. They began a relationship and she moved into F’s house in Bethesda. She became pregnant, miscarried and then became pregnant again.

The day that his partner gave birth at the very end of 1992, F was delighted. He had been at the birth and had spent a small fortune getting everything ready for the baby. In fact he had spent so much money on his partner and her kids over the last two years that he had nothing left. He had sold his house in Bethesda and they were living in a rented house in Holyhead – which he had paid for and kitted out with furnishings, baby gear etc. That was his money gone.

The baby was about two weeks old when I heard that F was in the psychiatric ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd and had split up with the mother of his newborn baby. I had been to visit the new baby a few days before and whilst F was out of the room the baby’s mother remarked in passing that ‘I ‘feel a bit guilty because me and the kids have spent all his money’. I didn’t realise what was coming…

I went to visit F in hospital who told me ‘I have been used as a sperm donor and a cashpoint machine and now she’s thrown me out’. Over the next week it became clear that F had most succinctly summed up the situation – info from numerous sources confirmed that he had served his purpose and had now been dispensed with, penniless and homeless.

F then revealed that he had been denied access to his baby, although he had received more demands from his former partner for money. He had told his former partner that he didn’t have anything left, she’d had it all. He was told that they had heard that he had moved in with a new girlfriend and therefore she could hand money over. F’s new partner was approached in the street in Bethesda by a paedophiles’ friend who asked her for ‘money for [F’s former partner] and the baby, because she’s got nothing poor thing’. The new girlfriend responded that F had been bled dry and that no, she would not be donating to the ever hungry jaws of F’s former partner and her family.

F then explained to his new partner and staff at the Hergest Unit as well as to Drs Gareth Jones and Paul Nickson at Bethesda surgery why he was so concerned about the welfare of his baby son. He revealed that his former partner’s eldest son, a young man, had indecently assaulted at least two boys of ten whilst F had lived with the family and F was told by his former partner and her extended family not to say a word because they feared legal action. F was told by Gareth Jones and Paul Nickson that a referral would be made to Gwynedd Social Services.

F and his new partner were visited by Jo Bott, a former police officer with the North Wales Police, who was employed as a child protection officer. She was friendly and charm itself. She took details and was given the names of the only two other people outside of the family concerned who knew about the indecent assaults as potential witnesses. Some two weeks late Jo Bott returned. She told F that there were no concerns about the family, that there would be no investigation and as she left the house she threatened F’s new partner with action if she ‘didn’t leave [F’s former partner] alone’. F’s partner had not seen or communicated with his former partner since she had visited the new baby before the couple had split up.

F had not had been allowed access to his baby by his former partner since he had left the family home. He had seen his baby – because the baby’s mother gloried in pushing the baby around the village in which F and his new partner lived.

F then received a solicitor’s letter from his former partner requesting money. The solicitor concerned was Elwyn Jones, a paedophiles’ friend who had a practice in Bangor. David Jones, the paedophiles’ friend and now Tory MP for Clwyd West, worked in the same practice. Elwyn Jones was the son of Sir Elwyn Jones, the former MP for Conwy, another paedophiles’ friend. For details of Elwyn Jones, his dad Sir Elwyn and David Jones, see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’.

By this time, F’s former partner had been given a new (rented) house with the North Wales Housing Association in Bethesda. She furnished it with the gear that F had purchased whilst he lived with the family. Her teenaged daughter, M, – who was pregnant – and M’s boyfriend Martin were given a NWHA house next door. There was very nearly a revolution in Bethesda because at that time the housing list was a mile long and across the area there were young parents with one or even two children who were living with relatives after having been told that no accommodation was available.

One day on the bus to Bangor a neighbour of F’s former partner remarked to someone that she had some very expensive stuff in her house considering that she was a single mother on benefits. F was on the bus at the time and another passenger responded by saying ‘yes and there’s the man who paid for it all’.

It was then discovered that F’s former partner had ‘done a deal’ with Gwynedd Social Services – if she agreed to deny F access to his baby on the grounds that he ‘presented a danger’ to the baby, she and her daughter would be housed in the village of their choice, next door to each other. Jo Bott was involved with this deal, as was Gwynedd County Councillor Dafydd Orwig, who was a retired lecturer from Bangor Normal College, the teacher training institution which later merged with Bangor University.

F was then told by five different people that his former partner’s eldest son had moved into a flat in Bethesda with another young man, that they had offered their services as babysitters to a family with young children and allegations of sexual assault had been made against them.

F contacted the Hergest Unit staff and Bethesda surgery once more concerning the welfare of his son, to whom who he still had no access. He was told to stop worrying about his former partner and to ‘move on with his life’. He still had no access to his son.

The young man who had been accused of sexual assault moved out of the flat in Bethesda but no charges were ever brought against him or his friend.

M then gave birth to her baby girl. By the time that the baby was four weeks old, bruises were found on the baby which M admitted inflicting. M then left Martin and baby and began a relationship with another (married) man. F’s former partner stated that she would look after her granddaughter. Martin applied for custody. Gwynedd Social Services opposed him and told M daughter that if she would agree to attend the court hearing, she and F’s former partner would be given custody of the baby.  Fortunately for the baby girl, M did not bother to attend the hearing and custody was awarded to Martin, who lived with his parents in Tregarth – Martin’s family were very much more stable than M’s family.

Meanwhile F was charged with threatening a social worker – the case collapsed after the social worker admitted during the court hearing that she’d lied in her statement to the police. There was no investigation into the social worker.

M gave birth to another baby and injured that baby as well. I understand that the baby was taken into care.

F’s former partner and her family moved then away from Bethesda and I was told that she’d gone to live ‘with a friend and her family’ in Colwyn Bay.

The birth of F’s baby and the great stuffing over of F happened during the first police investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales.

When M and Martin’s baby was about 2-3 yrs old – so in approx 1995-96, as the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales grew louder and louder – Martin was found dead in the road near Bethesda. He had been hit by a lorry and killed. His death received coverage in the local paper and Martin’s devotion to his daughter was discussed in the article. It was explained that Martin’s little girl would now be brought up by Martin’s parents. There was no mention of the struggle that Martin had endured in order to gain custody of his daughter when she was a baby.

There was no investigation into Martin’s death. He was a witness to the way in which F had been stitched up as well as to other matters involving M’s family.

 

The following people – and many more as well – are still alive and knew the full details behind the fleecing of F and the theft of his son and some of them colluded with it:

Jo Bott; Drs Heinersdorff, Mithan, Nickson, Gareth Jones; Slob Ingham; Jan Ingham; Keith Fearns; Tom Harney; Jackie Brandt; Dr Sadie Francis; Dr Bob Tresman; Dr Neil Cheshire; Ella Fisk; Jeff Crowther; Penny Phillips; Gareth Phillips.

A number of other people knew as well but are now dead. All the above knew that F did not ‘abandon his son’ and ‘refuse to support him’. F had been taken to the cleaners and had to spend two years living a mile down the road from where his son had been housed with a bunch of child molesters, whilst F’s new partner cleared the utility of bills of his former partner and her family (nearly £1000) because F’s former partner had kept them in F’s name after she kicked him out. F’s new partner and F then received threats and demands for yet more money. When that didn’t work, they received offers of photos of F’s baby because he was a lovely baby and if only they could see what he looked like…

If that wasn’t enough, someone then killed Martin.

F’s former partner’s first husband Dai is now married to Katherine Jones, who has stood in recent elections as the Arfon candidate for Arthur Scargill’s Socialist Party.

Now perhaps Operation Pallial would like to interview all these people about some very serious crimes committed between 1992-1996.

Furthermore invertebrates, F might have been a ‘known schizophrenic’ but he had a bloody site more guts than you lot as he ran the gauntlet of paedophiles’ friends every time he left his house – paedophiles’ friends who even found a problem with him because of his hat and coloured waistcoats of all things. As he breezily said on so many occasions ‘I’m going to make a lot of people angry today by wearing my hat’.

 

I have mentioned that the Hergest staff were oblivious to the details of F’s life as a young man, those details had just been lost in the clouds of known schizophrenia, untoward hats and other stupid obsessions of the Top Doctors – they didn’t actually listen to much of what most of the patients told them anyway. So they missed a great deal.

 

What I knew was that F had a firm belief that Jimi Hendrix had been killed by criminal medical negligence on the grounds that certain establishment figures ‘hated Hendrix’. I spent a lot of time telling F that I knew well the appalling attitudes of Top Doctors towards certain cohorts and I also knew that Top Docs were not above not looking after certain people too well in the belief that they wouldn’t last too long – it was clear that this rationale had been applied to me and a number of other people I know, including F himself – but I wasn’t sure that the same had happened to Hendrix. F maintained that not only had Hendrix been helped along his way after he’d been admitted to hospital following an overdose, but that a former girlfriend of Hendrix was concealing what had happened and another former girlfriend knew ‘the truth’ and was being slowly destroyed.

F maintained that whilst he had been in Risley after the fire, a detective from London arrived and said that he had come to interview him about Hendrix’s death. F never wavered from this story – a detective had arrived and after F had refused to discuss anything with him the detective had lost his temper, said ‘you’re bloody nuts anyway’ and he had been thrown back into his cell. Brown and I always took the view that a detective did go to see F – Risley was ridden with corruption and there were no rules there, nothing will have been documented – but it was probably someone trying to extract information about the drug scene in north Wales. Then I wondered if it was someone who was trying to ensure that the violence in the police station and the fitting up of F was kept under wraps.

But after reading a bit more about Hendrix’s death I’m now wondering whether, as F always claimed, that detective was something to do with matters Hendrix.

It is taken as a given that Jimi Hendrix died on 18 Sep 1970 after an overdose. What I didn’t realise was that there was indeed a lot of confusion surrounding the circumstances of Hendrix’s death and that two of his former girlfriends were indeed at each others throats, because one of them, Monika, alleged medical negligence so serious that it killed Hendrix. The other former girlfriend, Kathy, married a Top Doctor after Hendrix’s death and maintained that this was an outrageous allegation, outrageous enough for Mrs Top Doctor to at one point attempt to have Monika imprisoned.

Kathy has fared rather better than Monika – Monika was trashed by the media and killed herself years ago.

 

Kathy Etchingham was born 1946 in Derby, the daughter of an Irishman from Dublin. Her mother deserted the family when Kathy was ten years old, and Kathy was sent to the Holy Faith convent boarding school in Dublin. Returning to England, having been ‘snatched from the convent’ by her mother, she made her way to London when she was 16.

In London, Kathy became a DJ at the Cromwellian Club in Kensington and later at the Scotch of St James nightclub, in addition to working as a hairdresser. She knew musicians of the period including ‘The Animals’, ‘The Who’, ‘The Kinks’, ‘The Moody Blues’, ‘The Move’ and many others. 

Kathy met Hendrix when she was 20 in the Scotch of St James, on the night of his arrival in London in Sept 1966 and they became a couple. In 1969, she and Hendrix parted.

Monika Dannemann was a German figure skater and the last girlfriend of Hendrix. After Hendrix died, Monika married the guitarist Uli John Roth of the ‘Scorpions’.

Monika was first introduced to Jimi on 12 Jan 1969 in Dusseldorf where he was playing a concert. She spent the night with him and part of the next day and accompanied him to Cologne, where he was playing another concert. Monika returned to Dusseldorf – Hendrix spent the last night of the tour with model Uschi Obermaier. On 25 March 1969, Hendrix wrote to Monika inviting her to visit him in New York City. Monika claimed that she next saw Hendrix on 25 April 1969 at the Speakeasy Club in London, where she bumped into him. Monika stated that they spent time together over the next nine days but that she only spent one night with him.

After his Sept 1970 European tour, Hendrix began a relationship with model Kirsten Nefer. Nefer left London due to work and Hendrix took up with Monika on 15 Sept 1970 and spent the next four nights with her at the Samarkand Hotel in Notting Hill Gate, where he fell into a coma.

It is accepted that Monika was the last person to see Hendrix alive. On the evening of 17 Sept 1970, Hendrix took at least one amphetamine pill at a party. He returned to Monika’s flat and took nine of Monika’s Vesparax sleeping tablets – the recommended dose was half to one tablet. Monika claimed that one the morning of 18 Sept, she found Hendrix in a coma at her flat. She called for an ambulance which arrived at 11:27 am. Hendrix was declared dead at St Mary Abbot’s Hospital at 12:45 pm. The cause of death was ‘asphyxiation through aspiration of vomit due to a barbiturate overdose’.

Monika seemed to have great difficulty getting over Hendrix’s death, although she did marry Roth. She spent the rest of her life selling her paintings of Hendrix and enjoyed dressing up as a rock chick years after Hendrix and many of those who associated with her had died. Monika’s claim that Hendrix was her real love didn’t concern Roth – he was a massive Hendrix fan himself and accepted Monika’s loyalty to her dead boyfriend.

The one person who was seriously pissed off by Monika living on her memories of Hendrix was Kathy Etchingham. Their spat brewed away for many years without people outside the circle of Hendrix devotees – such as F – really noticing, but in April 1996 it hit the media as a result of Kathy taking legal action against Monika for contempt of court and requesting her imprisonment.

Kathy seemed to place herself in a contradictory position. She dripped with contempt for Monika on the grounds that Monika was a sad old bag who had spent decades dining out on her relationship with Hendrix and that she ought to bloody well get over it and indeed ‘move on’. Much was made in the media of Kathy’s status as a ‘middle aged Surrey doctor’s wife’ who was a great deal more sane than the deranged Monika. Yet the Surrey doctor’s wife, like Monika, made damn sure that everyone knew that she had been Hendrix’s girlfriend. Furthermore, Kathy had been Hendrix’s REAL girlfriend, as opposed to Monika the flibbertigibit who had only known Hendrix for a few days of casual sex at the end of his life.

In April 1996 Monika was found guilty of contempt of court by Mr Justice French, for repeating ‘false allegations’ against Kathy, precisely that Kathy was an ‘inveterate liar’ about her relationship with Hendrix. Monika’s 1995 book ‘The Inner Life Of Jimi Hendrix’ had quoted Hendrix as saying that Kathy was someone who would ‘cheat and lie for money’. Kathy claimed that the book was libellous and took Monika to court where Monika gave the undertaking which she later breached and saw her before Justice French in April 1996.

Kathy had asked Mr Justice French to imprison Monika. He declined to do so, but did award costs of £30,000 against Monika.

 

The matter was reported by the Indie on 3 April, 1996, who stated that Kathy had ‘claimed victory yesterday over her Sixties rival who was found guilty of contempt by a High Court judge’.

Kathy stated that ‘This is a victory for common sense and I am absolutely delighted. This has been an ongoing problem for me but I hope this is an end to it now. I was fed up that someone who only had a relationship with Jimi for three days claims she was engaged to him. It is absolutely bizarre that this has been going on for 26 years’.

The Indie continued: ‘The battle between the two women goes back to the Seventies. In a series of ‘News of the World’ articles, Miss Etchingham claimed that Miss Danneman did not do enough to save Hendrix after he died from an overdose of sleeping tablets. Miss Danneman wrote her libellous book in 1995 in which she quoted Hendrix as saying that Mrs Etchingham was a girl ‘who will cheat and lie for money’.

Matters moved up to a whole new level two days later when Monika was found dead in her fume-filled Mercedes Benz near her home in Seaford, East Sussex. The verdict was one of suicide.

 

The media’s reaction after Monika’s death were extraordinary. Was there any sympathy shown towards Monika? Not at all – a load more abuse was heaped upon her.

On 6 April 6, 1996, the ‘Daily Mail’ published a deeply unpleasant article by Edward Verity:

‘The death of 50-year-old Monika Danneman, the guitar hero’s `fiancee’, in a fume-filled car brings to an end half a lifetime of pointless fretting and grieving over a man who, if the truth be told, she hardly knew. For Kathy Etchingham, another former Hendrix girlfriend and Monika’s rival in this week’s High Court case, it means the painful reopening of old wounds at a time when she should have been celebrating her legal victory. The story of Jimi, Monika and Kathy is an extraordinary saga of obsession, jealousy, love, Swinging Sixties excess and wasted life…Monika’s version of events – long disputed by Kathy and many Hendrix fans – was given…at the inquest…The German-born blonde told how Hendrix, to whom she had been engaged for two years, came to stay at her West London flat four days before his death.

On their last day together, they took photographs and went shopping before she cooked spaghetti bolognese for dinner and opened a bottle of white wine.`There was no arguing or stress. We were talking and listening to music,’ she said. After helping with the washing up and writing his last song, Hendrix decided he wanted to go to a party on his own. Monika dutifully drove him, returning at 2.30 am to collect him. The following day she woke at 10.20 am and wanted some cigarettes. `But as Jimi did not like me going out without me telling him, I looked to see if he was awake. He was sleeping normally. Just before I was about to go out I glanced at him again and realised he was ill. I tried to wake up but I couldn’t. Then I saw he had been taking some of my sleeping tablets. He must have taken them shortly after I started to fall asleep.’

Verity continues:

‘Monika’s story is that Hendrix died at 12.45 pm that day, shortly after being admitted to hospital. She told the inquest she had never known the guitarist take hard drugs, although he had admitted trying them. `He was never sad or depressed when he was with me,’ she concluded. A verdict of accidental death was recorded and Monika stuck rigidly to her story ever afterwards, even hiring her own private investigator at one stage to prove she did all she could to save him. `What I said at the inquest is exactly what happened,’ she told the Mail in December 1993 after we revealed Scotland Yard was reopening its investigation into Hendrix’s death. `The police will find that out. There are some people who are trying to reinvent Jimi’s death. But the fact is he died accidentally. Naturally I will never forget that night, but I have nothing to hide. What certain people are saying about Jimi’s death and about me is not nice.’

 

So Monika seems to have been defending herself from accusations that she had been responsible for Hendrix’s death – she felt such pressure that she had even resorted to hiring a private detective to defend her position. Her comments to the Mail in 1993 seem to be quite restrained in view of the allegations that were levelled at her (some people alleged that she poisoned Hendrix). The harshest that Monika gets is to state that what some people were saying about her ‘is not nice’. If someone accused me of murder, I’d be a lot ruder about them than that.

Yet the Mail took this as a declaration of war: ‘The latter was, of course, an implicit attack on Kathy, now 49 and married to Dr Nicholas Page and living in a £400,000 detached house in Surrey surrounded by woodland. This mutual enmity is hardly surprising. For the two leading women in Hendrix’s life were as different as their contrasting versions of his death.’

We’re on familiar ‘Daily Mail’ territory here – the middle aged and middle class, the alleged value of the house provided (in Surrey as well) along with the info that it’s next to a nice woods. Probably with Tufty resident among the trees.

Whereas the deceased Monika was ‘pinched and fragile with a hippy fringe and a cascade of Born Unblonde curls’ who ‘lived like a recluse in a thatched cottage on the South Coast which she turned into a shrine to her lost love. Her paintings of Hendrix, depicted as a young god come to earth, stared down from every wall.’

But by ‘Daily Mail’ standards, doesn’t a thatched cottage on the south coast usually win hands down over a Surrey house next to someone else’s woodland? Perhaps not, if there are paintings of Hendrix inside the thatched cottage and the owner of the cottage uses the wrong brand of hair-dye.

Even the more liberal Indie couldn’t resist putting the boot into the dead Monika. An article by Mary Braid on 30 April 1996 told readers that:

‘…most press reports concluded that [Monika’s] death brought to an end a 26-year catfight. Dannemann, 50, was found dead in her fume-filled Mercedes after being found guilty of contempt of court for repeating a libel against a 49-year- old Surrey doctor’s wife…the story is more than a lifetime of eye-scratching. It is the tale of the creation of a rock ‘n’ roll myth and of the woman who built her life upon it and felt compelled to bow out when the elaborate, artificial edifice began to crumble around her….To Dannemann, [Hendrix] was not just the world’s most gifted guitarist. She considered him a prophet…She claims she soon left Germany and her job as an ice-skating teacher to follow Jimi to London. She has always claimed – despite contrary evidence – that an 18-month relationship and engagement followed. What no one can deny is that she was with him the night he choked to death on his own vomit’.

Braid geared up even more:

‘she was for ever the focus for suspicions surrounding the circumstances of Hendrix’s death. Some said she delayed calling an ambulance; a few even claimed she poisoned him. After Jimi died, Dannemann made a career of being Hendrix’s fiancee. Endless newspaper, documentary and book interviews followed with spreads in Hello! magazine at her home in Seaford, Sussex (a veritable shrine to Hendrix), and with Hendrix’s family in Seattle, as well as guest appearances at Hendrix conventions’.

Mary Braid then let’s us know who the real partner of Hendrix was and it wasn’t the deluded old slapper who, interestingly, was obviously accepted by Hendrix’s family and fans:

‘In Dannemann’s lifelong homage to Hendrix, Etchingham was always the party-pooper. Hendrix had lived with Etchingham in the late Sixties. Their relationship lasted for almost three years. He was still involved with her when Dannemann claims their love affair began. Etchingham’s mere existence was annoyance enough. But her very different view of Hendrix – troubled booze and drug-abusing man rather than serene, spiritual, drug- free demi-God – no doubt irked Dannemann more…the contrast between the women was stark – Dannemann with her Marianne Faithful fringe, a grotesque superannuated hippy chick versus Etchingham with the sleek Nineties bob and the executive suit. While Dannemann’s life seemed to freeze on the day Hendrix died, Kathy, a mother of two, had had the sense to let the Sixties go.’

Monika’s fringe obviously caused as much trouble as F’s hat. Why ever would one attribute sanity or credibility to a woman with a fringe if she was pitched against a woman with ‘a sleek Nineties bob’ and an ‘executive suit’?

I hope that the ‘Daily Mail’ don’t ever write an article about me, they’re going to find me seriously wanting.

Mary Braidy does realise that Monika’s husband was seriously pissed off with the media coverage of his late wife: ‘Uli John Roth, who lived with Dannemann for 17 years, seethes at how the newspapers depicted Dannemann as timewarp woman. “I’m speaking up for Monika because she was never very good at speaking up for herself,” he says.

Well she wasn’t a Top Doctor’s wife mouthing off to the ‘Daily Mail’ and demanding that people should be imprisoned – people who of course are sad and mad and can’t be believed but nonetheless need to be imprisoned.

Where have I encountered such logic before?

Uli Roth took the view that Monika was in a rather better position that the Top Doc’s wife in possession of the sleek Nineties bob where having knowledge of Hendrix before he died was concerned: ‘She was involved with him during the last 18 months when he went through a lot of emotional and spiritual changes…There was no one that he told as much to as he told Dannemann. And that made some people very, very jealous. He was not the psychedelic bubblehead guitar player as portrayed’.

Uli had also stated that he believed that foul play may well have been involved in Monika’s death, despite the verdict of suicide.

We are not provided with a description of Uli’s hairstyle or clothes, so we don’t know how believable he is.

 

It gets better. Not only is the dead nearly-imprisoned Monika nuts, but Kathy is the real victim. Mary Braid explains:

‘At her luxury home in the Surrey countryside, Kathy Etchingham answers her front door accompanied by a huge dog. She peeps out as if looking for trouble. Someone has phoned that morning accusing her of murdering Dannemann. Her large homely kitchen seems a world away from Jimi Hendrix and the far-out, blow your mind, psychedelic Sixties. There are no portraits of Jimi. Today, she is trying to rescue her 18-year-old son from Japan where he has run out of money and she is waiting for her husband, Nick, to get home from work.’

So Kathy is holed up in her country house, equipped with a drug dealer’s dog (Dafydd had a Doberman) and no doubt other security measures. Although Kathy was ‘delighted’ to have won the High Court case against the mad, sad Monika, she’s not gloating:

‘Etchingham has said little since the suicide out of respect for Dannemann’s family. But she says she does not blame herself. She could not allow Dannemann to go on repeating the libel that she was a liar and that she stole from Jimi. The Hendrix scene, she says, has its share of crazies. Dannemann’s accusations were putting her life at risk.’

 

How Monika’s accusations were putting Kathy’s life at risk was not explained. If I knew that someone who had had a relationship with the same man as me 26 yrs ago was preserved in aspic and enjoyed chatting about old times and flogging pictures of the former partner and I prided myself on my luxury house, my sleek Nineties bob and having ‘moved on’, I’m not sure that I’d bother to try to have her imprisoned even if she had published a book calling me a liar. I don’t think I’d be that concerned, especially if I was dismissing everyone from those times as ‘crazies’.

 

Once again, readers were reminded of Kathy’s superior qualities: ‘Etchingham is still remarkably girlish; with cheekbones to kill for’.

If readers seek out a photo of Kathy from this time, they will see a middle-aged woman with a boring hairstyle, not evidence of cheekbones capable of incitement to murder.

Kathy ‘was a 23-year-old hairdresser when she dated Jimi. She was another person in another time and she seldom thinks of Jimi these days, she claims. But you wonder. Because even here the past still has its pull. She cared enough to spend three years in the early Nineties investigating the circumstances surrounding Jimi Hendrix’s death. She criticised Dannemann’s account of Jimi’s death for its “inconsistencies”. And her 34-page dossier resulted in Scotland Yard reopening the case, although it was subsequently dropped.’

 

For someone who in no way thinks of herself and her value in terms of her status as Hendrix’s former girlfriend, Kathy certainly pushed the boat out. She even got Scotland Yard to re-investigate his death. So who was Kathy accusing of what?

Kathy retained a healthy interest in Hendrix after Monika’s death. She led a campaign to persuade English Heritage to place a Blue Plaque on the Mayfair flat which she and Hendrix shared – the Plaque was erected in 1997. Because, of course ‘she cared’.

In 1998 Kathy published a book about her life with Hendrix.

Er – this is a woman who has ‘moved on?’

 

After Monika’s death, Kathy told the media that ‘she only got involved in the whole Hendrix business in the early Nineties’.

So what was all that about a 26 yr long spat with Monika, who was such a pain in the bum that she needed jailing?

Kathy explained: ‘I don’t like history being altered’…it’s not right that anyone should change the character and essence of a person. Jimi was a really nice bloke but he was not a prophet…At the end he was a man who had lost his way. If you look at the footage of the final concerts you can see what LSD and cocaine do.’ Kathy believed that ‘the court case was the final blow to Dannemann’s lifelong deception’. ‘The court case established once and for all that she was not Jimi’s girlfriend’, Kathy was quoted as saying, ‘Everything was beginning to catch up with her’.

 

I’m not sure how a court case can establish whether someone had been in a relationship with someone else or not – was Mr Justice French resident in Hendrix’s bedroom at the time? I think that it might have been the non-stop denigration from the world’s media, the accusations that Monika was a murderer and Kathy’s attempt to imprison her that might have caught up with Monika.

 

Monika had received quite a kicking by the time that she was found dead. In Feb 1996, an American music magazine ‘cast doubt’ on her version of events on the night that Hendrix died and on her claims to have had a relationship with him. A hour-long documentary on Radio 4 broadcast at about the same time ‘was just as sceptical’ and a new film was ‘expected to add to the doubt’. To Steve Rodham, editor of ‘Jimpress’, a Hendrix fanzine, Monika’s life was a life wasted: ‘I think she really did believe she was Jimi’s girlfriend although there was no real evidence… Jimi was just a guitar player. If he was alive, he would have laughed his socks off about all this. He liked women, but the music always came first’.

So presumably his music was prioritised over Kathy as well…

I have discussed in detail in previous posts how the most distressing things happening to kids in care or psych patients were ignored by the professional classes or simply dismissed out of hand if anyone made a formal complaint. It was as a result of this that Dafydd and the paedophiles were able to commit such serious offences. An excellent example of professional attitudes was illustrated by an anecdote that a man who was friends with F told me.
This man lived in Bethesda but he wasn’t local. He had moved to Bethesda in about 1988 from London – he lived in a street near F. This man was, like F, ‘a known schizophrenic’ who was neglected appallingly by the Bethesda GPs. The bus that used to run between Bethesda and Bangor in the 1980s and 1990s was a very friendly bus and I heard many interesting things on that bus. One day the neighbour of F’s told me how they had become such good mates. They had both been into Bangor for groceries and as they got off the bus in Bethesda and were walking up the hill, F’s neighbour from London – who had never spoken to F before – said to F ‘God this hill will be the death of me’. So F put on a pirate’s voice – which he was regularly doing at that time – and said for a laugh ‘I’ll tell you what’ll be the death of you. It won’t be this hill, it’ll be when I slit your gizzards’. F then went into his house, completely oblivious that the man from London was terrified.
No residents of Bethesda knew at the time, but the man from London had been violently attacked in London and seriously injured and had also experienced very serious abuse at the hands of a psychiatric hospital in London, so he was a wary man. The Bethesda police however did know about this. The man from London told me that he sat in his house after the pirate incident thinking ‘bloody hell, what if he does it? He could come over and kill me’. The man from London got so worried that he went down to Bethesda Police Station and told them. The Bethesda police then went to see F and F explained that it was a joke, of course he wasn’t going to slit anyone’s gizzards and F did a demo of the pirate’s voice for the policeman.
According to the man from London, the Bethesda police then went to see him, said that they’d spoken to F and told the man from London ‘he’s completely mad and there’s nothing that we can do about him’.
The man from London spent the next few days in a state of terror. Another neighbour found out what was going on and told F. So when F saw the man from London sitting on a chair out the front on the next sunny day, F went up to the man from London, gave him a flower and related anecdotes about peace protesting hippies sticking flowers in the barrels of guns and reassured him that he really was not about to be murdered.
This story caused a certain amount of entertainment, but it was attitudes like this that enabled a people trafficking gang run by local Top Doctors to rip through north Wales for years and to even kill witnesses.
It was a PC from Bethesda Police Station who knew that F had been thumped by a Sergeant in the loo when he was arrested and framed as I described above. In spite of all that had happened to him, F was very extrovert and friendly and I witnessed him cheerily chatting to a PC from Bethesda and saying ‘you remember that Sergeant hitting me don’t you, you were the one who was there’. The PC looked a bit embarrassed and shuffled about uncomfortably. One wonders what else that PC had witnessed.
Vulnerable people were regularly harassed, threatened, assaulted, robbed, molested, made homeless and it was very often employees of the ‘services’ who did this. It was all just completely ignored. What happened to kids in care and psych patients just did not matter, even when they were found dead.

 

In about 1996, as the staff of the Hergest Unit was sinking amongst the chaos and dysfunction yet were maintaining their delusion that the mental health services in Gwynedd were ‘among the best in Europe’, a man from outside of the area heard many personal accounts of the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles. An Angel who was doing a PhD with Manchester University arrived to conduct research with Hergest patients regarding treating severe mental illness ‘by talking interventions’. A number of ‘schizophrenics’ were asked if they would like to ‘talk’ to this Angel. That Angel must have had quite a surprise, because at least three of the nutters who had been selected for ‘taking treatment’ had been victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles and they will have said something about this to him.

It was a real laugh because F was selected for talking treatment. Interestingly enough F was asked by Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) if he’d like to talk about Hendrix to the Angel. F of course said yes, because he loved talking about Hendrix. However, when F met the Angel F asked him what his research was about. The Angel told F that he would interview F, then F would be given ‘therapy’ and then he would re-interview F in a couple of months time and if F’s beliefs had changed, then the Angel knew that the therapy had worked. Whereupon F told the Angel ‘well you are therefore assuming that I am wrong and you are right so I’m not going to bother to talk to you’ and left the room.

F later said to me ‘I’m fucking sick of this lot telling me that Hendrix wasn’t murdered when I know that he was’.

1996. Kathy Etchingham. Monika. The Waterhouse Inquiry.

Jeff Crowther, a psychiatric nurse manager at the Hergest Unit, later became very irked when F told him that he would never speak to anyone about Hendrix again. Then Dr Bob Tresman had a go and said to F ‘are you really telling us that people’s lives are at risk if you talk about Hendrix?’, to which F replied ‘yes’.

 

Before he relocated to north Wales, Tony Francis worked at Manchester alongside Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson, who had been concealing Dafydd’s wrongdoing for years (see post ‘The Mentor’). Whilst at Manchester, Francis worked with Professor Ian Brockington’s team – Brockington then took up a Chair alongside Robert Bluglass and the other paedophiles’ friends at Birmingham University (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

 

One of the defences of Dafydd mounted by the drips at the Hergest Unit was that as well as ‘helping drug addicts’, Dafydd was ‘good at getting people Army pensions’. I described in my post ‘A Very Bad PR Man’ how I found out that Dafydd was somehow securing Army pensions for people who had been thrown out of the Army in disgrace. I only gained documentary evidence of this recently, but I knew that Dafydd was doing some rather strange things in relation to Army pensions years ago in the 1990s, as a result of a jolly little joke that F played on Dafydd.

F had also become suspicious of Dafydd’s ability to secure Army pensions for the most unlikely of people. So one evening F rang Dafydd, claiming to be a Brigadier with a brother who was a Colonel, who were both in need of Army pensions. Furthermore to add to the fun, the Col suffered from Tourette’s syndrome, the particular symptoms of which were that the Col burst into loud laughter every time that Dafydd actually said anything. Dafydd had been so highly recommended to the Brigadier and the Col by an unidentified person who had heard about Dafydd’s unrivalled clinical skills, that the Brigadier and the Col had come straight up from Aldershot to seek him out. They were staying in a B&B in Holyhead and ringing Dafydd from a public phone box.

The Col rang first. Dafydd answered and of course the Col pissed himself laughing. Dafydd slammed the phone down. So then the Brigadier rang. The Brigadier explained to Dafydd about his brother’s Tourette’s and apologised to Dafydd – the Brigadier had told his brother not to ring Dafydd, but the Col had rushed out of the room, down to the phone box and had rung Dafydd. Then the Col had returned in tears because Dafydd had hung up on him. The Brigadier told Dafydd that the Col had developed Tourette’s after serving in the Falklands – the Col was suffering from PTSD and had not been the same since Goose Green. Dafydd replied ‘interesting, interesting’. The Brigadier told Dafydd that they were desperate for help, that ‘money was no object’ and that what they really wanted was Army pensions. Dafydd responded that would be no problem at all and ‘I’m here for you and your brother’.

However the wicked old bugger Dafydd never apologised for making the Col cry.

There was a lot of background racket whilst the Brigadier was on the phone to Dafydd and Dafydd apologised and explained that he had an S4C film crew there, but he really did want to help the Brigadier and the Col. Dafydd then asked the Brigadier for his phone number so that he could ring him back once S4C had finished. F of course was in the phone box at Rachub and couldn’t give Dafydd a number, so F made a number up and the conversation continued. Then Dafydd asked for the Brigadier’s number again – on the grounds that ‘I’ve had nuisance phone calls rather similar to this one’. At which point F observed that no he hadn’t, the others were completely different and rung off.

To quote Tom Jones when he sung ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there, laughing’. Actually I was in hysterics, I could not believe what I was hearing.

Since F’s bit of fun that evening, I have wondered and wondered who on earth was rubber stamping all those Army pensions on the basis of Dafydd’s ‘assessments’.

I think that I might have found out who it was.

From 1996-2005 Professor Sir Mansel Aylward was Chief Medical Adviser, Medical Director and Chief Scientist of the DWP and Chief Medical Adviser and Head of Profession at the Veteran’s Agency, MoD. He was on the board of the Benefits Agency Medical Service in the 1990s.

So Mansel, why did you ever take the word of a complete idiot involved in serious crime whilst you were dishing out the Army pensions? An idiot who clearly knew nothing about Tourette’s, PTSD, Goose Green or indeed anything else, but who was ready and willing as soon as he heard the magic words ‘money is no object’?

And whilst you’re about it Mansel, the Col still wants an apology after Dafydd made him cry.

Mansel assumed responsibility for Army pensions in 1996, which was the year after Dafydd ‘retired’ and the North Wales Hospital ‘closed down’, although neither of those things happened.

 

Professor Sir Mansel Aylward is now Director of the Centre for Psychosocial Research, Occupational and Physician Health at Cardiff University School of Medicine. He bagged his K in the 2010 New Year Honours and was made a Freeman of the Borough of Merthyr Tydfil in 2013.

Mansel is Chair of Public Health Wales, which as explained in my post ‘The International Language of Screaming’, is a receptacle for paedophiles’ friends who have been kicked out of everywhere but whom no-one dares turn loose because of the dirt that they have on everyone else.

 

So how did Meri Huws manage to land so many senior jobs when she was a drunken harpie who didn’t know her arse from her elbow?

 

Aylward’s wife Angela was involved in setting up a company called Mediprobe, trading under the name Nationwide Medical Examination Advisory Service Ltd., which arranged for the agency’s doctors to work for insurance companies. Mansel was involved in the establishment of the Work Capability Assessment test. When he left the DWP, he headed the UnumProvident Centre for Psychosocial and Disability Research, at Cardiff University.

Aylward has been criticized for giving academic credibility to the biopsychosocial model, which was said to be the basis of the Cameron’s Gov’ts disability benefits crackdown.

I think that Angel from Manchester University who heard so much about a gang of sex offenders from the Hergest patients more than 20 years ago was working on the assumption of a ‘biopsychosocial model’. It was certainly easier than admitting that gangsters were running the public services.

Mansel is Chair of the Advisory Board of HCML, a ‘provider of rehabilitation and case management services to insurance companies and the corporate sector’ and Chair of the Bevan Commission, a group of international experts who advise the Welsh Gov’t Minister for Health and Social Services.

 

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Yesterday a promotional e mail arrived in my inbox concerning a book that the University of Wales Press thinks that I might like to purchase. I don’t think that I’ll bother, because it was my idea that was plagiarised in order to write this book – I met the author when I was still working at Bangor University and I have not forgotten her.

At the time I was interested in publishing on the role of Nonconformism on the identity of women in Wales in the 19th and 20th centuries. I was building up a reputation for publishing on new analyses of gendered identity in the recent history of Wales at the time and Brown and me were the only people doing anything like this. I had recently had a bad experience when someone else at Bangor University plagiarised my work, successfully submitted it to a grant funding body and gave the dosh to her PhD student – who had failed his PhD as a result of her appalling supervision, was having to resubmit and needed a salary whilst he rewrote – and friendlier colleagues had told me not to discuss any of my work within this woman’s earshot again.

So I was a little cautious when I received a phone call from a vicar who was trying to build an academic career as well telling me that she was working on the gendered identity of Welsh women with an emphasis on the role played by Nonconformism. Because that was exactly what I was just developing and I knew that there was bugger all published about it. However she asked if she could meet me so I sad yes. It was an interesting meeting.

This vicar claimed to have a PhD in gender theory but she didn’t seem to know anything about gender theory. Neither did she know anything about previous work on gendered identity. She was a female vicar whose idea of an interest in gender theory was, well, being a female vicar. I am sure that it would be possible to publish some very interesting work on the experience of female vicars in the Church in Wales, but I don’t think that she was going to. She then asked if she could read my data – after having asked me for elementary advice on how to collect such data. By now alarm bells were ringing loudly. Then she dropped the bomb – she was a friend of Delyth Morris.

The dreadful Dr Delyth Morris aka Duckula was a legend at Bangor University. She lied, she cheated, she plagiarised, she bullied. It was Duckula who had plagiarised my previous idea and used the resulting funding to pay the salary of the PhD student whom she had let down so badly whilst he rewrote and resubmitted.

At this point I told the ignoramus of a vicar that I would not be releasing any of my data, particularly to someone who had been sent in my direction by Duckula.

The vicar has now – YEARS later – written the book that Duckula was obviously told that I was planning, because that is the book that UWP are offering to sell me ie. ‘Women, Identity and Religion in Wales’ by Manon Ceridwen James.

Manon: after you paid me a visit with the intention of stealing my data as well as my idea, I spoke to a friend who is a sociologist of religion who knows you. He told me that you are a bloody nightmare and that I really should give you a very wide berth if you ever contacted me again.

 

This is not the first time that I have seen an idea of mine and Brown’s on sale by UWP. Just before I left Bangor, I e mailed a number of literature scholars in Swansea and Aberystwyth Universities and invited them to join the Madness and Literature Network which Brown established, explaining that we were interested in publishing some work in this field about women in Wales because there was no Welsh scholarship in this area. I heard nothing from any of them. So imagine my surprise when three years ago I was walking through Aberystwyth and there staring at me out of a bookshop window was a book written by one of those whom I e mailed with a remarkably similar title to the sort of suggestions that I made in my e mail. I had a quick look through the book and it was not that impressive. I told a former senior colleague from Bangor about my discovery and I observed that it wasn’t even a very good book, I don’t know why they bothered. To which my former colleague replied ‘well SHE won’t know that her book’s no good’.

No, she won’t. Like Duckula and Manon, she’s not very bright, she doesn’t know her stuff but she did hear that Brown and Baker had some good ideas so she stole them.

 

Manon Ceridwen James is certainly networked with the best. The book comes highly recommended by one Emeritus Professor Densil Morgan of the University of Wales Trinity St David. Densil and his toadies were ejected from the Bangor University School of Theology some years ago as a parting gift for the Oppressed from the VC just before he retired. How thankful so many people were for that after the Great Terror of Densil and his partner in crime Catrin Haf, a Great Terror that had persisted for years and ruined the life of many a colleague and student. Densil and Catrin sought sanctuary at Trinity St David’s and since their arrival most of the originals at the Theology Dept at Trinity St David’s have found jobs elsewhere. See my post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’ for the story of Densil and Catrin Haf, their many victims and Densil’s admiration for the forefathers of the paedophiles’ friends.

The flyer for Manon’s book tells me that Manon is the Director of Ministry for the diocese of St Asaph, Church in Wales and Honorary Canon of St Asaph Cathedral.

Manon will have learnt a few things if she’s working at St Asaph Cathedral. Such as the activities of Hugh Davies, the choirmaster and organist at St Asaph Cathedral, 1985-98, who was later imprisoned for the possession of child porn. One of Davies’s former pupils killed himself after alleging that Davies had sexually abused him. Perhaps Manon also knows the prodigious son of Geoff, the former landlord of the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda. I can’t remember the name of  Geoff’s son, but he won a scholarship to Eton on the basis of his musical talents – playing the organ no less – and was featured on TV. It was in the mid-1990s, at the time of the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales, at the same time as all those other talented youngsters were discovered whose families were facilitating the paedophile ring which everybody maintained did not exist.

Geoff knew a lot about corruption among professional people in north Wales. Geoff was a magistrate and a corrupt copper who arrested me in London in 1991 after the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had perjured themselves, told me that he used to be stationed in north Wales and that he and his mates enjoyed themselves chucking local Bethesda boys in Llyn Ogwen after giving them a kicking and ‘if Geoff was on the bench we knew that we’d be OK’. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

What that copper didn’t know as he did his Life On Mars bit to impress a Bird, was that this particular bird knew that his crimes were rather more serious than just chucking the local teenagers into the lake for a dip to wash away the blood. I remember local young men being found dead in Llyn Ogwen after having ‘drowned whilst midnight swimming when drunk’. Local boys didn’t go swimming in Llyn Ogwen – the outdoor crowd did, but not those young men from Bethesda. Llyn Ogwen is several miles up the valley, it is cold and wet in winter and not many of the young working class men in Bethesda who were being beaten up by Geoff’s mates in the police took part in outdoor pursuits.

 

One of Geoff’s regulars who could be seen in the Douglas virtually every evening was Dr Bob Tresman, a psychiatrist who worked at the Hergest Unit.

 

When my friend warned me about Manon Ceridwen, I am fairly sure that he told me that she had previously been the curate or vicar in Llanllechid. There was a curate or vicar in Llanllechid back in the 1990s called Manon, because I knew someone who had an encounter with her who was seriously unimpressed. Someone I knew in Rachub found Satanic graffiti on the inside of a building in the village and became very concerned. I took the view that it was probably teenagers messing around but this person maintained that there are some odd people on this earth and that it would be worth finding out what had been going on. The building with the Satanic graffiti was just three doors down from a man who was not only dealing in class A drugs but was also sexually exploiting local women on a very big scale and had a keen interest in Black Magic and Aleister Crowley, although that particular man was capable of causing quite enough damage without summoning up assistance from Satan.

The resident of Rachub who found the Satanic graffiti decided to contact the local vicar – a new female vicar called Manon. He told her of his concerns and she didn’t share them. He then explained that just doors away from the Satanic graffiti lived a man with highly problematic behaviour who also dealt in class A drugs. Manon told the caller that she really wasn’t interested in hearing about Satanic graffiti because she wasn’t a painter and decorator. No, but she was a member of the clergy of the Church in Wales and some of her colleagues had been involved with perpetrating and concealing child sexual abuse.

I am not entirely sure if the Manon who came to steal my data was the same Manon who wasn’t a painter and decorater, but Manon Ceridwen James’s mate Duckula the Plagiarist knows a great deal about the paedophile ring which operated in north Wales, because before Duckula was an academic who didn’t understand or take an interest in academic work (Duckula memorably told me that ‘Althussar was just a load of old rubbish really’ – OK Duckula, we’ll forget about him then), Duckula was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council…

Duckula was certainly a woman of contradictions. Duckula particularly hated the English owners of second homes in north Wales and was delighted when her daughter Gillian – Daughter of Duckula – struck up a romantic relationship with one of the few people in north Wales who did serve a prison sentence for offences involving bombs. So Duckula was keeping it very quiet indeed that she owned a second home in France. Duckula had much previous which impacted upon her role as a magistrate in Holyhead, particularly the bribery and corruption previous…

 

It might be worth me breaking my silence here regarding the man who benefited from the salary that Duckula raised by plagiarising my idea. I was told by another PhD student that the young man concerned knew that Duckula had nicked my work to raise a salary for him and was worried lest I found out. I had found out, but I took the view that it was Duckula who had plagiarised my work not him and I wasn’t going to blame a PhD student who was having to rewrite his thesis because of Duckula’s gross incompetence. In fact it was the English speaking sociologists in Bangor – including me – who helped Duckula’s victim rewrite and resubmit his thesis, whilst he lived on the salary raised by the theft of my idea. The young man subsequently obtained his PhD and then landed a full-time well-paid Welsh medium lecturing post at Bangor, on a special scheme which reserved jobs for Welsh speakers. I don’t have a problem with such schemes because there is a shortage of Welsh speaking academics in many subjects and I believe that minority languages are worth keeping alive.

What I did have a problem with was hearing that some months after I and the other English speaking academics had saved this young man’s career, he had told an outstanding young Polish academic that she shouldn’t be in her job because jobs at Bangor should be reserved for Welsh people.

Dr Cynog Prys needs to remember – before he leads a rendering of ‘Tomorrow Belongs To Me’ – that it was thanks to one of the leading lights in Welsh medium education at Bangor that he failed his fucking PhD and it was only the Englishers who offered to help him after that disaster.

Cynog’s uncle was Chief Exec of the Welsh Language Board and his dad is a retired social worker…

Should Cynog or Manon or anyone else who has to plagiarise other people’s ideas to get by wish to steal anymore of my work, they should feel free to publish extracts from this blog wherever they feel like. How about sharing it with your dad’s former colleagues then Cynog?

 

The bumph that was sent to me promoting Manon Ceridwen’s volume was accompanied by some free PR for the R.S. Thomas Centre at Bangor University. I always marvel at the irony of Bangor University housing the R.S. Thomas Centre, because although R.S. Thomas was a UCNW graduate, his diaries show that he had a very low opinion of his fellow students at UCNW and made notes about them being a bunch of Welsh plebs. As an older man, R.S. Thomas reinvented himself as a ‘Welsh nationalist’ who took a Cynog world view that the English should not be settling in Wales. R.S. Thomas was a very bad tempered vicar who spent his later years living at Rhiw and who revelled in pretending not to be able to speak English when he met English tourists who had got lost. He did not speak Welsh when he was young, he spoke English with a very plummy accent and for a long while was a vicar in I think Shropshire, but reinvented himself as Welsh later in life. He had one son who emigrated to the Far East and who didn’t seem to like his father very much.

The man in charge of the R.S. Thomas Centre is Professor Tony Brown, a retired member of staff from the School of English. Tony Brown is one of the dwindling number of former members of staff still alive who worked at UCNW when it was run entirely by the paedophiles’ friends and for their own benefit, when a major branch of the trafficking gang was working via the Student Health Centre.

Tony Brown was a colleague of Dave Nunn, the lecturer who became a Hergest patient in the 1990s after he had a breakdown. The Dave Nunn who disappeared after he told some Top Doctors who had intentions of sectioning him that he had read the farcical High Court injunction that Dafydd had served on me…

Would Tony Brown like to tell us all why the paedophiles’ friends targeted Dave Nunn?

 

The Welsh media are reporting that Tawel Fan, the ward at the centre of the scandal involving the serious abuse of EMI patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd may be demolished and many millions are to be spent on a new building. So the Betsi have identified the usual source of blame after yet another scandal involving the abuse of vulnerable people – it was the fault of the building. The abuse of patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was going to stop when the patients were moved into a new building. The abuse of patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd was going to stop when the brand new up-to-the-minute Hergest Unit was built. For the last few years the abuse, neglect and deaths of the patients at Hergest have been blamed on that terrible building that was never any good from the day one. Which is weird, Cos I Was There and the staff were really proud of that building – the patients were given tours of it before it officially opened.

I’m not sure how many times I need to repeat this. It is not buildings that neglect and abuse patients. It is not buildings that forge documents, perjure themselves in order to secure convictions against patients who have complained or throw firebombs into other buildings to kill witnesses. It is criminals and as long as the ‘services’ are run by the remnants of a sex trafficking gang and their friends, relatives and descendants, people will continue to be abused.

 

Meanwhile, the Guardian is reporting once more on the thousands of Angels who have been attacked by Dangerous Psychiatric Patients. Oh well, people in the NHS unions are obviously reading this blog, so I should take it as a compliment.

More blog posts coming soon BMA, RCN, UNISON, UNITE et al…