Heart Of Darkness

My posts ‘Pets Win Prizes’ and ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ detailed some of the influential members of Sir Ronald Waterhouse’s network. However, Ronnie’s own account as provided in his autobiography ‘Child Of Another Century’ suggests a network of influence so extensive that I do not have the scope on this blog to provide exhaustive details of Sir Ronnie’s numerous friends, relations and colleagues. So I will just use this post to highlight the remainder of those who are most important. I can highly recommend Ronnie’s autobiography to readers who want to experience the full horror of Ronnie’s mycelia as well as to anyone interested in the discriminatory brand of very rough justice that was handed out by Ronnie and his mates of which I gave a flavour in ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’. In one murder trial Ronnie relied on evidence which was given by the deceased to a witness by means of a ouija board – the defendant in that trial was convicted.

 

Ronnie spent many loyal years toadying to powerful people in politics and law, but he was a man of many social circles and those little suckers on his many tentacles attached themselves to people in many arenas. Ronnie liked a bit of glamour and had many contacts in showbiz and the media.

Ronnie was proud that the actor Emlyn Williams from Mostyn, who achieved stardom in the 1920s and 30s, was an alumnus of Ronnie’s school, Holywell County School (from 1945, it was Holywell Grammar). Emlyn starred in ‘A Murder Has Been Arranged’ and ‘Beyond Belief’. Emlyn’s mentor Sarah Grace Cooke taught Ronnie French.

There was another early brush with stardom for Ronnie when he went on the Welsh Schoolboy Camps – one of the attending teachers was Phil Burton, mentor of Richard Burton. Ronnie hobnobbed with the greats treading the boards again in the early 1940s when Ann, the daughter of Sybil Thorndike and Lewis Casson, stayed with the Waterhouse family.

Ronnie knew Guy Neale, the cousin of the actor Robert Morley. Guy was a friend of the famously bisexual George Melly who had sex with Peregrine Worsthorne when they were both at Stowe School (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Years later as a man in late middle age, Melly offered a 16 year old boy in Bangor money to have sex with him following Melly’s appearance at Theatre Gwynedd. Ronnie observed that George Melly was ‘very camp in his manner’. Like so many of the paedophiles’ friends, George Melly had served in the Royal Navy (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Melly retired to Wales, near Brecon.

Ronnie’s colleague Benet Hytner QC was the father of Sir Nicholas Hytner, the Artistic Director of the National Theatre. Sir Nicholas’s mother Joyce is a theatrical fundraiser and sat on the Boards of a number of theatres, including the Royal Court Theatre. Ronnie Waterhouse used to hang out at the Royal Court Theatre with the molester Clement Freud.

Throughout the whole of the 1970s and 80s and for the first half of the 1990s Ronnie lived in St John’s Wood, which was packed with famous names including a good smattering of luvvies. Ronnie was for a time President of the St John’s Wood Society. He won’t have missed any toadying opportunities while in that position.

Ronnie was an opera buff and after his wedding he celebrated by going to Glyndebourne with his friend and colleague Emlyn Hooson and his wife. Opera – including Glyndebourne – was a magnet for Ronnie and he turned up to operas with a range of impressive friends. One visit to Glyndebourne in 1978 was with his friend Malcolm Anson, who was at the time the High Sheriff of Avon. Anson was Director – and later the Chairman of – Imperial Tobacco.

The Waterhouse family knew Sir Henry Walford Davies, the English composer, organist, conductor and educator who held the title Master of the King’s Music, 1934-41. Walford Davies held Chairs at University College Aberystwyth and the University of London and was musical advisor to the BBC.

Ronnie knew the Welsh tenor David Lloyd who, like Ronnie, came from Flintshire. In 1954 Lloyd had a serious accident whilst working on a programme for the BBC and fractured his spine. David Lloyd subsequently sued the BBC. Ronnie represented Lloyd in 1958 as the junior barrister to William Mars-Jones. Mars-Jones expressed the opinion from the outset that the BBC would win but somehow not only did legal aid for the case continue, but Mars-Jones persisted with the case. The BBC made unsubstantiated allegations that David Lloyd was an alcoholic – the presiding judge was a well-known Liberal Nonconformist who disapproved of drinking – and David Lloyd not only lost the case, but had his reputation damaged as well. It was however just as well for Ronnie and Mars-Jones that their client lost, because in 1956 Ronnie had begun working for the BBC himself and things could have been difficult if David Lloyd had won that case. The case was held at Chester Assizes. Ronnie Waterhouse grew up in a leading Liberal Nonconformist family just down the road from Chester. His family will have known the judge before Ronnie had even begun working on the Chester and Wales Circuit. Mars-Jones was also from a Nonconformist family who were located not a million miles away from Chester and Mars-Jones was an older, more experienced barrister who will have known the judge well. I suspect that Ronnie also knew that his employers were going to accuse David Lloyd of being a piss artist. What I do not know is whether David Lloyd knew that Ronnie was working for the organisation that David was trying to sue. David had been very badly injured and was unable to work for several years. That could have cost the BBC a great deal of money and much bad PR.

David Lloyd-Jones, the musical director of English Opera North, was the son of Ronnie’s colleague Sir Vincent Lloyd-Jones QC. Vincent Lloyd-Jones was a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, Recorder of Chester, 1952-58 and Recorder of Cardiff, 1958-60. He was appointed a High Court judge in 1960. Sir Vincent was the brother of Dr Martyn Lloyd-Jones, the Welsh Congregationalist Minister and Top Doctor. Dr Martyn Lloyd-Jones trained at Barts and after qualifying worked as an assistant to the Royal Physician Lord Thomas Horder, but it was as an Evangelist preacher that Martyn was known.

 

Ronnie’s own taste in Top Docs was quite particular – he didn’t use the lethal NHS in north Wales which was run by his friends. When Ronnie was clobbered with appendicitis in 1968 he was operated on at UCH by Sir Ralph Marnham. Marnham trained at St George’s Hospital and also worked there for some years. He was Surgeon to the Royal Household of King George VI, 1946 and Surgeon and Serjeant-Surgeon to HM Queen Elizabeth, 1967-1971. In 1964 he operated on the Queen Mum for appendicitis and in 1966 he again operated on her for an abdominal obstruction. So Sir Ralph had gained a bit of experience before Sir Ronnie risked going under his knife – Ronnie wasn’t going to risk being operated on by just anyone.

When Ronnie’s mother-in-law suffered from cancer, she was treated at the private Wellington Hospital in London between 1982-84. Of course Ronnie’s mates who ran the NHS in north Wales at that time maintained that the cancer care that they provided was outstanding, but for some reason Ronnie’s mum-in-law didn’t catch a train to Ysbyty Gwynedd to experience the global leaders in oncology employed by Gwynedd Health Authority.

 

Ronnie’s wife Sarah was musical as well, at one point she enrolled in the Guildhall School of Music.

 

Ronnie’s best mate from Cambridge Sir Robin Day (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’) gave Ronnie access to reams of media folk, although Day always credited Ronnie with launching Day’s media career. It was Ronnie who saw an advert for ITN newscasters and encouraged Day to apply. Another Cambridge friend of Ronnie’s was Bob Sloman who worked for ‘The Sunday Times’ and wrote West End plays as well as material for ‘Dr Who’. Ronnie was also friends with Godfrey Smith, a correspondent for ‘The Sunday Times’. Sir Ronnie almost certainly knew ‘The Sunday Times’ journo Marjorie Wallace, a paedophiles’ friend of the highest order (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). Ronnie knew Huw Thomas, a barrister who became an ITN newscaster and other friends of Ronnie’s included Keith Kyle of ‘The Economist’ and Douglas and Sarah Graham of the ‘Express & Star’ newspapers.

 

In 1956 Ronnie began script writing for the BBC. He was friends with Ian McIntyre, the controller of Radio 4, then Radio 3 and the associate Editor of ‘The Times’. Ronnie’s close friend and former flatmate Ivan Yates worked for the BBC’s North American service.

Ronnie got to know Tony Benn – or as he was then, Anthony Wedgwood Benn – through Ronnie’s TV work.

 

Ronnie’s media connections continued into the next generation – his nephew Michael Waterhouse is an independent TV producer, director and scriptwriter. Michael states in his online profile that he has produced regularly for BBC 2 and 4, ITV and Channel 4 and has overseen large-scale productions for Sky Atlantic and the History Channel (USA). Michael boasts of working with the presenters Tony Robinson, Nick Crane, Bettany Hughes, Richard Dawkins, Jim Al-Khalili, Michael Buerk, James Dyson, Stephen Hawking, Marcus du Sautoy and ‘numerous bishops’. Either Michael Waterhouse has a hotline to bishops or they are touting themselves around for TV work.

 

Between 1966-69 Ronnie worked as a libel reader for ‘Private Eye’ after his friend and neighbour Alistair Sampson told Ronnie that the ‘Eye’, which was at the time owned by Peter Cook, could do with his services after a costly damages settlement. Thus Ronnie got to know Richard Ingrams, Auberon Waugh, Paul Foot, Christopher Booker, John Morgan, Patrick Marnham, Willie Rushton and Barry Fantoni. Whilst the ‘Eye’ employed Ronnie they received many libel writs, including a number from Lord Hailsham. Auberon Waugh was delighted when in 1978 Ronnie became a High Court judge because Auberon felt that Lord Gnome would have a friend in the judiciary.

Although the ‘Eye’ did an excellent job of sending up some dreadful people, in that era the ‘Eye’ was constantly charged with being dominated by former minor public school boys with small c conservative sympathies. Although Peter Cook performed a wonderful parody of Justice Cantley’s ludicrous summing up at Jeremy Thorpe’s trial and Auberon took the piss by standing against Thorpe in the 1979 General Election as the Dog Lovers candidate in honour of Rinka, Norman Scott’s dog who had been shot by the alleged hit man (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’), Ronnie Waterhouse and many of his family and friends were mates with Jeremy Thorpe. They were fully aware of Norman’s allegations many years before the 1975 events on Porlock Hill (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). Thorpe was defended at his trial by the crooked barrister George Carman QC (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’), who was a friend of Ronnie’s.

The ‘Eye’ was one of the publications which in late 1972 refused to print a word about Norman’s allegations on the grounds that they were defamatory and unprovable.

In the 1970s Ronnie represented Paul Foot and Stephen Sedley represented the publisher of the ‘Socialist Worker’ when Sam Silkin the Attorney General tried to have them imprisoned for contempt. Foot had, in an article in ‘Socialist Worker’, named two prosecution witnesses, one of which was an hereditary peer, in the Janie Jones trial before Alan King-Hamilton QC at the Old Bailey. Jones ran a brothel in Kensington and she was alleged to have blackmailed the two prosecution witnesses who were clients of the brothel. She had been acquitted of the blackmail charges but had been tried earlier by King-Hamilton on charges related to prostitution and brothel keeping as well as attempting to pervert the course of justice.

King-Hamilton had shielded the ID of the witnesses but admitted that he didn’t have the power to prevent the press from naming them; he commented that he hoped that the press would not name them if they did discover who they were. The contempt case was heard by Lord Chief Justice Widgery, Justice Milmo and Justice Ackner. Stephen Sedley acted for the publisher of the ‘Socialist Worker’ and Ronnie for Paul Foot – Michael Lewis (Esyr’s brother) was Ronnie’s junior. The Treasury solicitor Gordon Slynn acted for the Attorney General. Although it was conceded that King-Hamilton had no jurisdiction over the press, Foot and the publisher were nonetheless fined £250 after the Court stated that Paul Foot had ‘acted recklessly’ and that naming the two witnesses was an ‘affront to the authority of the court and calculated to interfere with the course of justice because it would destroy the confidence of witnesses in future blackmail cases’. Not of course that Janie Jones had been found guilty of blackmailing the witnesses – she was imprisoned after being found guilty of controlling prostitutes.

Janie Jones will have had much dirt on many people. She had worked in cabaret in the 1950s in London, including at the Windmill Theatre where Trumpers’s father and his friends were regulars (see post ’95 Glorious Years!) and in clubs in Mayfair. Janie did of course run a brothel frequented by people who moved in the circles of the judge who jailed her…

 

Ronnie’s connections knew no limits – his wife Sarah’s father was a well-known racehorse breeder so Ronnie took maximum advantage of his father-in-law’s contacts too. Other business contacts of Ronnie’s included his friend Hamish Maxwell, the son of tobacco controller Sir Alexander Maxwell. Hamish was Chair and CEO of Philip Morris. Ken Clarke received freebies from Philip Morris and had dealings with the tobacco industry from 1982, when as Health Minister he thrashed out a voluntary agreement re tobacco advertising with the industry. Ken Clarke also concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends in his roles as Health Minister and Secretary of State for Health (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Hamish Maxwell became Chairman of WPP, the multinational later led by Sir Martin Sorrell. Another mate of Ronnie’s was Louis Marshall who became European Legal Director of Colgate Palmolive. He also knew Dennis Lannigan, the Chairman of J. Walter Thompson in Europe. J. Walter Thompson was formerly an advertising agency and is now part of WWP.

David Kinnersley was friends with Ronnie. Kinnersely was the Chief Executive of North West Water Authority in the 1970s. He founded Water Aid in 1981, after attending a meeting in New York in his capacity as senior economic advisor to the National Water Council after the UN declared the 1980s to be the ‘international drinking water supply and sanitation decade’. Kinnersley advised Thatcher’s Cabinet Minister Nicholas Ridley on the 1989 privatisation programme.

Kinnersley was one of the first Chief Executives of a water authority and though initially uncertain about the Thatcher’s privatisation programme, he eventually vowed to make it a success. He was a great fan of water meters, using his background as an economist to object to the principle of water companies raising levies based on the rateable values of users’ properties.

After graduating in 1950, Kinnersley joined the National Coal Board as special assistant to Sir James Bowman. He later worked for the UK Atomic Energy Authority before joining the water industry in 1964 as Deputy General Manager of the British Waterways Board. Kinnersley was Director of the Association of River Authorities, 1970-73 and then Chief Executive of the North West Water Authority until 1976. He found himself in trouble at North West Water when it came to light that the Authority – then still nationalised – had invested in personalised number plates for some of its other Directors.

Kinnersley’s book ‘Troubled Waters: Rivers, Politics and Pollution’ (1988) laid into the ‘fantasy and rhetoric’ and ‘administrative fudging’ of the Environment Department during water privatisation. In ‘Coming Clean: the Politics of Water and the Environment’ (1994), Kinnersley pointed out the urgent need for the UK to invest in its crumbling sewerage infrastructure and the Govt’s desire to avoid political responsibility for the price increases that would be required to support the new investment, but adroitly pointed out that ‘There’s no votes in shit.’

There were however a great many votes in concealing a pan-European paedophile gang whose UK arm was run by the NHS and social services.

After retiring from the National Water Council in 1983, Kinnersley took up a research fellowship at Nuffield College, Oxford and was later Bursar and a fellow of Mansfield College.

 

One place that Ronnie Waterhouse used to visit was St Deiniol’s Library in Hawarden, Flintshire, now known as the Gladstone Library. St Deiniol’s Library is a residential library, with a strong emphasis on theology. It is a favourite haunt of theologians and priests and the comedian Timmy Mallett’s father was a clergyman from near Chester who trained at St Deiniol’s (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). A former Bishop of Chester was abusing children.

 

Ronnie sat on the council of the London Zoological Society, 1972-93. The Zoological Society of London (ZSL) is a charity that was founded in 1826 devoted to ‘the worldwide conservation of animals and their habitats’.

The Institute of Zoology is the scientific research division of the ZSL. It is a Gov’t funded research institute, which ‘specialises in scientific issues relevant to the conservation of species and their habitats’. From the late 1980s the Institute of Zoology was affiliated to the University of London. In 2000 this was replaced with a partnership with the University of Cambridge.

When Ronnie first joined the ZSL, Phil the Greek was President and other council members included the Duke of Northumberland, Thatcher’s friend Woodrow Wyatt and Peter Scott. In 1977 Lord Solly Zuckerman – described by Ronnie as a ‘charming polymath’ – succeeded Phil the Greek as President.

Zuckerman was born and brought up in South Africa, studied medicine at the University of Cape Town and later attended Yale University. He went to London in 1926 to complete his studies at UCH Medical School. Zuckerman began his career at the ZSL in 1928, and worked as a research anatomist until 1932. He taught at the Oxford University, 1934–45.

During WWII, Zuckerman worked on several research projects for the British Gov’t, including measuring the effect of bombing on people and buildings and an assessment of the bombardment (Operation Corkscrew) of the Italian island of Pantelleria in 1943. When Zuckerman was Scientific Director of the British Bombing Survey Unit, he suggested that in the lead up to the Normandy landings the Allies should concentrate on disrupting the German-controlled French transportation system through heavy aerial bombing of rail lines and marshalling yards. His plan was privately referred to by its opponents as ‘Zuckerman’s Folly.’ However Zuckerman’s Folly was accepted by Supreme Allied Commander US General Dwight D. Eisenhower. A focus of Zuckerman’s plan was to target locomotives and the capacity to service them due to a shortage in France prior to the Normandy campaign. This had the effect of pushing rail heads back from the front causing trucks to be diverted from a role of manoeuvre to one of logistics, which resulted in greater petrol consumption.

After leaving the Royal Air Force in 1946, Zuckerman was appointed Professor of Anatomy at Birmingham University where he remained until 1968. He was Chief Scientific Advisor to the MoD, 1960-66 and Chief Scientific Advisor to the British Gov’t, 1964-71. Zuckerman taught at the University of East Anglia, 1969-74 and was instrumental in the development of the Environmental Sciences Dept there. He served as Secretary of the ZSL, 1955-77, before he was appointed President.

After Zuckerman retired as President of the ZSL in 1984, Waterhouse explained that severe financial difficulties followed. In May 1988 the Gov’t made an endowment payment of £10 million, with an annual payment of £1.3 million for the core funding of the Institute of Zoology.

Zuckerman married Lady Joan Rufus Isaacs, the daughter of Gerald Rufus Isaacs, the 2nd Marquess of Reading, in 1939. Gerald Isaacs was a barrister and a Minister in Winston Churchill’s and Anthony Eden’s Gov’ts. He was a bencher in Ronnie Waterhouse’s Inn of Court, Middle Temple. Ronnie will have made it his business to know him.

Sir William MacGregor Henderson, a veterinarian, succeeded Zuckerman as President of the ZSL.

In 1989 (Nicholas) Avrion Mitchison took over as President and remained in post until 1992. Avrion Mitchison’s uncle was the biologist J.B.S. Haldane and his grandfather was the physiologist John Scott Haldane. His son is the cell biologist Professor Tim Mitchison, who has a Chair at Harvard Medical School.

Avrion Mitchison was Professor of Zoology at UCL, worked at the National Institute of Medical Research at Mill Hill and was founding Director of a Rheumatology Institute in Germany. He is currently a Professor Emeritus at UCL.

Whilst I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, the Zoological Society of London was the subject of much bad publicity when a story was leaked to the media claiming that some rather pointless research was taking place which involved decapitating marmosets. The Zoological Society was unable to justify the research, but a statement was released stressing that they had seen the error of their ways and that the research had now stopped and they would not be going there again.

The Zoological Society of London was telling porkies. How did I know? Because Mandy Leigh, one of the most unpleasant members of staff at St George’s, was involved in that research and she sat in the tea room chortling away smugly as she confirmed to the rest of us that of course the chopping off of marmosets heads had not come to an end, that was just a load of guff that the London Zoo had told the press. Within a few days, Mandy had popped off down to the ZSL again to decapitate a few more marmosets.

The business of the marmosets losing their heads and lies being told to placate the plebs happened whilst Avrion Mitchison was President of the Zoological Society of London.

Avrion Mitchison stepped down as President in March 1992 – unless that was a lie that had been given to the media as well – and Field Marshal Sir John Chapple took over as President when he retired as the Chief of General Staff to the British Army. Chapple advised the British Gov’t during the Gulf War.

Field Marshal Chapple’s son is David Chapple, a consultant orthopaedic and spinal surgeon. David Chapple read medicine at Tommy’s and undertook his surgical training at St George’s Hospital Medical School. He works at Salisbury District Hospital and at the private New Hall Hospital in Salisbury.

In 2011 David Chapple and his wife Olivia, a GP, had a dreadful experience when their 17 year old son Horatio, a pupil at Eton, was killed by a starving polar bear whilst on a trip to Norway with the British Schools Exploring Society (BSES). Field Marshal Sir John Chapple is a former President of the BSES. The bear that killed Horatio was shot dead by the expedition leader, who suffered serious head and facial injuries. Police later disclosed that the organisers of the expedition had a gun but it failed to fire four times because it was in the ‘safe’ position. They had not assigned a nightwatchman for the camp.

In Sept 2011 it was announced that a High Court judge, Sir David Steel, would preside over an Inquiry into Horatio’s death.

In March 2012 after an enquiry by Norwegian investigators, it was concluded that Horatio’s death could have been avoided if the expedition members had stayed in cabins rather than tents, had used guard dogs and had appointed someone on polar bear watch. Because none of these precautions were required by law, the expedition leaders did not face prosecution.

In 2014, an inquest on Horatio by coroner Ian Singleton returned a narrative verdict. Singleton ruled that failures by the expedition’s organisers did not lead to Horatio’s death, although the group was missing several pieces of crucial equipment, including parts of the trip wire alert system. Singleton stated that a neglect verdict was not appropriate because the expedition leaders failures had not been ‘total or complete’.

Returning his verdict, Mr Singleton said Horatio had been in a tent on a snow bridge near the Von Post Glacier on 5 August when the attack happened. Singleton stated that ‘A polar bear was able to enter the camp shortly before 7.30 am undetected as the trip wire alarm system around the perimeter of the camp had failed to activate due to a supporting post more likely than not being knocked over by the bear which caused the cartridge to move or fall out of the mine without it detonating. Horatio emerged from his tent and was in the act of standing up when the bear reared up and slammed down on him with its paws pushing Horatio to the ground where the bear then mauled his head, face and neck, causing the injury which lead to Horatio’s death.’

Well the expedition leaders didn’t actually feed Horatio to the bear…

In 2014 Sir David Steel reported on the substantial failures in the organisation of the expedition, one of which was to use paperclips to repair the broken trip wire alert system. Sir David stated that the invasion of the camp by a polar bear was ‘not unforeseeable’.

So a 17 year old Eton pupil was killed on an elite adventure holiday as a result of some very, very basic failures by a society which prides itself on preparing youngsters as future explorers and no-one was prosecuted. What has been the long term outcome? A medical charity of course. Horatio’s Top Doc parents established ‘Horatio’s Garden’, which provides ‘green spaces’ (ie. gardens) in hospital grounds for spinal surgery patients to sit in or at least look at. The biggest n best ‘Horatio’s Garden’ fundraising appeal was held at Jimmy Savile’s alma mater Stoke Mandeville.

 

Horatio’s grandfather seems to have caused as many problems during his tenure as President of ZSL as his predecessors Solly and Avrion did. Ronnie Waterhouse’s book tells us that in Sept 1992 a vote of no confidence in the council of the ZSL was held in Sir John Chapple’s absence. Ronnie very wisely retired from the council of the ZSL after this. Sir John stood down as President in 1994, but he had another really good train set to play with because in 1993 he had been appointed as Governor of Gibralter.

The merry-go-round continued after Sir John vacated the ZSL Presidency in 1994. Sir Martin Holdgate was then President until 2004. Martin Holdgate was Chief Biologist to the British Antarctic Survey, then Research Director of the Nature Conservancy Council and, for eighteen years, Chief Scientist and Head of Research at the Dept of the Environment. Subsequently, Holdgate was Director General of the International Union for Conservation of Nature. 

Professor Sir Patrick Bateson was President of ZSL, 2004-14. Sir Patrick Bateson held the Chair of Ethology at Cambridge and his interest was in the ethics of the use of animals for research and the analysis of pain and suffering in animals. The Zoological Society of London with its headless marmosets was the right place for him then.

Professor Sir John Beddignton has been President of ZSL since 2014. Beddington is Senior Adviser at the Oxford Martin School and was previously Professor of Applied Population Biology at Imperial College. Gordon Brown appointed him as the UK Gov’t Chief Scientific Advisor in 2008. He remained in post until 2013.

 

Beddington was married to Professor Sally Baldwin, who was killed in a particularly horrible accident on an escalator in Italy in 2003. From 1994 Sally Baldwin was the Head of the University of York’s Social Policy and Social Work Dept. Sally’s research was into the application of evidence based research to social policy. Her other interests were in mental health and before her death she had been working with the NHS research and development programme on service delivery. Sally served as a member of the York Community Health Council and was a non-executive Director of the York NHS Trust. No, Sally never mentioned what Jimmy Savile was getting up to in her region and her promotion of ‘evidence based policy’ and ‘mental health advocacy’ did not touch the abuses of psychiatric patients by the mental health services, which continued apace. Neither did Sally say a word about Drs Michael Haslam and William Kerr, the two psychiatrists who raped and sexually abused female psychiatric patients in Yorkshire for decades until they were finally exposed in the late 1990s (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal’).

If Sally Baldwin had been among all the expertise in north Wales, she wouldn’t have said a word about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Dafydd used to hold ‘clinics’ in Yorkshire.

 

Ronnie was a member of the council at ZSL whilst the unfortunate marmosets were being decapitated by Mandy Leigh et al and lies were told to the media. However Ronnie knew that there were some people who were not to be messed with. Robin Day’s son Alexander was seriously injured on a trip to London Zoo – he sustained multiple skull fractures – whilst Ronnie was a council member. London Zoo coughed up substantial damages without quibbling. Ronnie mentioned in his book that Robin Day was a litigious man who was quick to sue newspapers.

 

 

Ronnie Waterhouse was involved in the 1970s battle between the Church of Scientology, MIND (then known as the National Association for Mental Health) and the psychiatric establishment. Ronnie defended Geoffrey Johnson-Smith, the Tory MP for East Grinstead – who was a friend of Sir Robin Day – against Church of Scientology. The Church tried to sue Johnson-Smith over claims he made on the BBC that families were being alienated by the Church. Although the Church produced witnesses who spoke highly of it, the jury decided that Johnson-Smith’s comments were substantially true and made in good faith.

Ronnie recommended that Sir Elwyn Jones lead for the defence. Sir Elwyn Jones – who later became Lord Elwyn-Jones – ranked high in the pecking order among the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. He grew up in west Wales, passed through University College Aberystwyth and Cambridge and became a barrister on the Chester and Wales Circuit and a Recorder of Merthyr Tydfil. He served as the Labour MP for Plaistow, West Ham South and Newham. Elwyn Jones was Attorney General under Harold Wilson, 1964-70 and then Lord Chancellor, 1974-79, under Wilson and then Callaghan. It was on his watch as Lord Chancellor that Ronnie was appointed a High Court judge. Elwyn Jones was Shadow Lord Chancellor, 1983-89, under the Windbag.

Elwyn Jones was Lord Chancellor when Mary Wynch was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones et al, as well as during the preceding years when she had come under attack from a ring of crooked solicitors who fleeced her of her inheritance.

Sir Peter Rawlinson was Attorney General at the time of the Geoffrey Johnson-Smith case – Rawlinson was AG throughout the years of Heath’s Gov’t. He had been Solicitor-General under Macmillan at the time of the John Vassall spy scandal (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’), so Rawlinson knew that there was naughtiness in high places accompanied by much hypocrisy.

Geoffrey Johnson-Smith’s appearance on the BBC which sparked the legal case with the Scientologists was the result of a question he’d put to Kenneth Robinson, the Labour Health Minister (a position which evolved into the Secretary of State for the Social Services) in 1968. Robinson did not like the Scientologists. He served as Chairman of National Association for Mental Health  (MIND) and in 1969 the Church of Scientology infiltrated the NAMH. Their members were expelled by NAMH and the Scientologists sued in an attempt to have their members reinstated but lost the case (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). The problem that Robinson, the NAMH and the psychiatric establishment all had with the Scientologists was that the Scientologists alleged that psychiatrists were abusing patients, carrying out damaging experiments on them and facilitating sex crime.

It is a great pity that the Church of Scientology is built on such shaky foundations itself, because much of what they have said about psychiatry for years I have found to be true.

The first person whom I met who really hated the Scientologists was Dr DGE Wood, who was helping run Dafydd’s sex trafficking business. Did Wood just think that L. Ron Hubbard’s writings were a bit outlandish? No. Wood told me that the Scientologists needed a shotgun against their heads. Which was an interesting desire, in the light of the claim by one boy at Bryn Alyn that he was sexually assaulted at gunpoint.

Ronnie’s book mentions that in the Geoffrey Johnson-Smith case, the Scientologists were represented by a junior barrister, Ronald Schulman, who later ‘disappeared in mysterious circumstances’. Ronnie’s story was that Schulman ‘behaved oddly’ in relation to the will of a man who died in a private plan crash en route to France. Ronnie maintained that Schulman was last seen by Ronnie’s barrister friend James Crespi, ‘breakfasting at the Great Eastern Hotel’. Ronnie tells us that it was speculated that Schulman ended up in Brazil. After tangling with Ronnie and the gang it was rather more likely that Schulman ended up in the concrete in a flyover.

James Crespi QC was a friend of George Carman’s and they used to go out boozing and clubbing together. Crespi married a ‘young nightclub hostess’ who left him after three weeks of marriage.

A number of children and psychiatric patients in north Wales disappeared, as did children from other areas where organised child abuse gangs were operating, such as Islington. In Islington a social worker disappeared as well, after expressing concerns about what was happening in the Council’s children’s homes.

 

Sam Silkin, a member of a family who were Labour Party Royalty (see post ‘They Planned To Put Acid In All The Reservoirs…’), was Attorney General when the paedophiles’ friends opened fire on Mary Wynch. When Sir Michael Havers succeeded Silkin, the paedophiles’ friends continued firing. In 1977, Ronnie was asked by Attorney General Silkin if he’d be interested in being a candidate for the job of DPP to lead the proposed new CPS. Ronnie said yes and subsequently met Silkin in a meeting which was held ‘in great secrecy’. Ronnie was unsuccessful and Silkin gave the job to Thomas ‘Tony’ Hetherington (see post ‘A Future Leader Of The Labour Party’) instead, whom of course Ronnie knew. Hetherington was DPP, 1977-87. So he was DPP when both Mary Wynch and I were arrested on trumped up charges by Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends.

Hetherington was head of the permanent legal staff of the Law Officers from 1966-76 and became Deputy Treasury Solicitor in 1975. The Treasury Solicitor was one of those involved with unlawfully fleecing Mary Wynch of her property.

Hetherington’s father was a Top Doctor and Hetherington served in the British Army, both in the regular Army and the TA. Hetherington lied about his office never having received police reports about Cyril Smith’s sex offending.

 

 

Ronnie knew Lord John Donaldson and his wife Mary and in 1984 Ronnie attended Lady Donaldson’s summer banquet. It was Lord Donaldson who as Master of the Rolls gave the 1985 judgement which made legal history and resulted in Mary successfully suing Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Ronnie will have definitely noticed and by the time that he was attending Lady Donaldson’s summer banquest he will have known that Mary had begun a case against Dafydd et al.

 

Ronnie had a number of other links with people involved in my own case, as well as his connection with Sir Thomas Hetherington. I mentioned in my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ that Ronnie was a colleague of Lord Justice John Roch who witnessed four paedophiles’ friends perjure themselves in a rigged case in Chester in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Ronnie knew Crispin Masterman when Masterman was a junior and Ronnie praised him in the highest terms. Crispin Masterman represented Gwynedd Health Authority in the High Court in Cardiff in front of Sir Malcolm Pill when Gwynedd Health Authority tried to obtain an injunction against me in 1990 to stop me from even writing to them to follow up my complaints (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). Crispin Masterman had read all my correspondence to Gwynedd Health Authority which detailed serious crime on the part of NHS and social services staff – he did not say a word about any of it.

Crispin Masterman became a judge. His Honour Crispin Masterman retired about five years ago.

Ronnie was also good friends with his neighbour in St John’s Wood, Sir Hugh Park, the former Presiding judge of the Western Circuit. Ronnie conducted his first case as a judge with Park in Bristol with Sir Hugh Park. Sir Hugh presided over the 1978 trial that resulted from the farce that was Operation Julie (see post ‘They Planned To Put Acid In All The Reservoirs…’). Sir Hugh Park was a former member of the Special Operations Executive.

I am wondering if Sir Hugh Park was anything to do with Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer who worked for the Welsh Office, who not only concealed the criminality of Dafydd et al but was happy to encourage them to commit perjury. Lawyers and judges often come from families with other lawyers and judges in them.

 

Ronnie was a lifelong friend of Philip, the son of Justice Owen Stable QC. In 1994 Owen Stable made headlines when he called for the reintroduction of flogging when sentencing three teenagers for joyriding.

 

Ronnie knew David Seaborne Davies, who briefly served as the Liberal MP for Caernarvon Boroughs following David Lloyd George. Seaborne Davies was born in Pwllheli, attended the local grammar school, went to University College Aberystwyth and then St John’s College Oxford. After he served as an MP, Davies took up the post of Chair in the Law Faculty at the University of Liverpool and was also PVC, 1956-60. Davies was a member of the Home Office Criminal Law Revision Commission.

After retirement in 1971, Davies moved to Caernarfon where he indulged his interest in Rugby Union (he had been Life President of Liverpool University Rugby Football Club and Vice President of London Welsh RFC) and was President of Pwllheli Sports Club for ten years. He served as a Magistrate in both Liverpool and Caernarfon, and was High Sheriff of Caernarvonshire, 1967-68. Davies was President of the National Eisteddfod in 1955, 1973 and 1975.

David Seabourne Davies helped Ronnie obtain his place on the law degree at St John’s College, Cambridge.

A true paedophiles’ friend.

 

 

Ronnie’s autobiography doesn’t mention any direct contact with Thatcher but I would be surprised if he had not encountered her at some point. He certainly would have done her bidding and would never have mentioned that her friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison was abusing children in care in north Wales and elsewhere. A number of good friends of Ronnie were closely associated with Thatcher.

I mentioned in previous posts that Ronnie was a close friend of Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe and enjoyed their hospitality at No 11 Downing Street, Chevening and Dorneywood. Ronnie was a good friend of Lord Patrick Jenkin, who was Thatcher’s Secretary of State for Social Services, 1979-81. At the time, one of the biggest rows caused by Jenkin followed his comments in a discussion regarding gender equality – I think in terms of pay. Jenkin stated that if the Lord God had wanted equal pay he wouldn’t have created man and woman. I remember at the time that I was seriously worried that such a man was a Cabinet Minister. I didn’t realise that Jenkin was concealing the sexual abuse of children and associated serious crime in north Wales – including that being committed by the then MP for Chester and Lord Commissioner of HM Treasury, Sir Peter Morrison.

No doubt Jenkin believed that if the Lord God had not wanted children in care to be molested by paedophiles in high places, he wouldn’t have created Dafydd and Lucille – or indeed Sir Ronnie Waterhouse to cover it all up.

Patrick Jenkin’s son Bernard is a Tory MP and from 1992-95 was an advisor to Legal and General Group – whilst investigations were held into the abuse that his father concealed. Bernard Jenkin is a naturist and an associate of Richard Curtis – it is alleged that the many references to ‘Bernard’ in Curtis’s work is a private joke between them. Richard Curtis is married to Clement Freud’s daughter Emma, so perhaps he could write a few supplementary episodes of ‘Blackadder’ featuring a sex offender called Clement.

 

Ronnie was also a friend of Norman St John Stevas, whom I was told when I worked at St George’s was known to be ‘holding spanking parties with little boys’. Sir Ronnie also knew Lord Peter Thorneycroft, a barrister and Tory politician who was Chancellor of the Exchequer in Harold Macmillan’s Gov’t. Thorneycroft had a long career in politics and was Chair of the Conservative Party, 1975-81, by which time Sir Peter Morrison had been elected as an MP and was as busy as St John Stevas was with underaged boys. Ronnie knew Douglas Hurd who held a number of roles in Thatcher’s Cabinet and was Home Secretary, 1985-89, when officials in the Home Office were forging documents and conspiring to have those targeted by Dafydd and the paedophiles imprisoned, including me (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Hurd was a nephew of the botanist Edred Henry Corner, who was known to Prof Grieg-Smith at UCNW who was a colleague of Dr Chris Wood, the wife of the corrupt GP Dr DGE Wood who worked in the Student Health Centre at UCNW and was facilitating the sex trafficking ring in north Wales (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’).

Whilst Hurd was Home Secretary, Peter Morrison was a Minister in the DTI, then Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party and then Minister for Energy (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

One of Waterhouse’s closest friends, the diplomat Sir Percy Cradock, was a political adviser to Thatcher. Cradock joined the Foreign Office in 1954, served mainly in Asia and was the British Ambassador to the People’s Republic of China, 1978-83. Between 1982-84, Cradock played the key role in the negotiations in deciding the future of the sovereignty of Hong Kong after 1997. Cradock was accused by many of betraying the people of Hong Kong, but Thatcher’s faith in him remained and in 1985 she appointed him as Chairman of the Joint Intelligence Committee. Cradock’s relationship with John Major was much worse than his relationship with Thatcher and in 1992 Major replaced both Cradock and the then Governor of Hong Kong, Sir David Wilson, with his ally Chris Patten as Governor of Hong Kong.

Not that it made any difference to those on the receiving end of Dafydd and the paedophiles – Patten had been concealing their crimes himself for years and after paedophiles’ friend Professor Mark Williams established the Oxford Mindfulness Centre on the basis of the research fraud that he carried out with the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’), Patten’s wife Lavender became a Patron of Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre.

Cradock and Patten had a number of public spats during the final years of British administration in Hong Kong, both blaming each other for the problems in the hand-over agreement.

Cradock was a member of the Reform Club, as was Jeremy Thorpe. Thorpe used the Reform Club as the basis of his election campaign which took place after he had been charged with conspiring to murder Norman Scott. Ronnie Waterhouse was a member of the Garrick, but a lot of his friends were in the Reform and Ronnie attended their knees-ups and dinners there.

Another link between Ronnie and Thatch was Ronnie’s pupil master, John Brightman, who later became a Lord of Appeal. By the time that Ronnie was a pupil of Brightman’s, Thatcher had only recently been Brightman’s pupil. Brightman had served in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve…

Brightman bagged a peerage from his former pupil in 1982.

 

Percy Cradock was not the only friend of Ronnie’s in the diplomatic service. Grania Bacon, the bridesmaid at Ronnie’s wedding, married the diplomat Sir Alan Munro. Better than that was another friend as close as Cradock, Kenneth James. James was head of the Western European Dept of the Foreign Office – people whom Ronnie knew through Kenneth James included Crispin and Chloe Tickell, Leo de Rothschild, Julian and Margaret Bullard, Dick Stratton and Alistair Horne. In 1953, Ronnie held an ‘at home’ with Geoffrey Howe, Norman St John Stevas, Philip Goodhart (who was later Minister for N Ireland, 1979-81), opera and theatre director Anthony Besch, the ‘Mail’ and ‘Express’ journo Eve Perrick and ‘a sprinkling of diplomats whom I had met with and through Kenneth James’.

Ronnie’s pal Jack Ashley, the Labour MP for Stoke-on-Trent South, 1966-92, also attended the party. Jack Ashley studied at Ruskin College and Cambridge, then worked as a radio producer for the North American Service, the BBC Home Service and as a TV producer for ‘Monitor’ and ‘Panorama’. Jack Ashley gained much admiration for his disability campaigning when that was not a fashionable cause. Sadly Jack kept quiet about the paedophile gang in Staffordshire as well as the lethal hospitals there.

Jack Ashley’s daughter is Jackie Ashley, the TV reporter and journalist. Jackie is married to Andrew Marr, the journalist, newspaper editor and TV reporter/political commentator.

 

Other friends of Ronnie’s included Poppy Stanley, the Bursar of Girton College, who married barrister and Cambridge legal academic Professor Tony Jolowicz. Poppy Jolowicz is listed at Companies House as having been a Director of the Arthur Rank Hospice Ltd.

Ronnie’s Cambridge Liberal friend Hugh Corrie led the Mirror Group’s legal team from the mid-1970s. Corrie’s colleagues all remember him as being the best lawyer that the Mirror Group could have had. So Corrie will have known that something irregular was happening with the pension fund.

Ronnie knew Professor Brian Abel-Smith, the economist  and Gov’t advisor who carefully failed to notice the abuse of vulnerable people by the NHS and welfare services (see post ‘The Old Devils’) and Bob Boothby. Lord Bob Boothby was a Conservative politician who was bisexual and frequently close to scandal. Boothby was friendly with a number of serious criminals including the Krays and was alleged to have used rent boys.

 

Another pal of Waterhouse’s was the theatre critic and writer Kenneth Tynan. Kenneth Tynan was feted as a society figure and champagne socialist who was a bit outrageous, but when he was older it became clear that he was excessive, or even unsavoury. Tynan was notoriously promiscuous yet demanded fidelity from his wife and he was an enthusiastic sado-masochist but in a way that wasn’t at all enjoyable for those he was practising it with. Tynan’s daughter Tracy wrote her memoirs recently in which she maintained that her father was a boozing, coke -snorting, violent, sexually exploitative man.

 

Ronnie also knew Sir Hugh Casson, the architect and his wife Margaret. Casson went to St John’s College, Cambridge like Ronnie and was the nephew of the actor Lewis Casson, whose daughter Ronnie also knew. Sir Hugh’s architecture is much mocked and he was responsible for treasures such as the Royal Festival Hall and the Elephant House at London Zoo. Casson was a close friend of the Royal Family and taught Prince Charles how to paint in watercolour.

In 1985 Margaret Casson was made an honorary fellow of the Royal Academy, where her husband was President. Purely on the basis of her talents of course.

 

Two other colleagues of Ronnie’s on the Chester and Wales Circuit whom I did not mention in previous posts were Geraint Rees and of course Tasker Watkins.

Geraint Rees was the brother of Goronwy Rees, paedophiles’ friend and Principal of University College Aberystwyth, whilst that college was run by paedophiles’ friends and churned out many law graduates who evolved into bent lawyers and judges (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Geraint made it big and became a judge at the Old Bailey.

I blogged about paedophiles’ friend par excellence Tasker Watkins aka The Greatest Living Welshman in my posts ‘Corruption Bay Special’ and ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’. Tasker was Presiding judge of the Chester and Wales Circuit, 1975-80 and was appointed Deputy Lord Chief Justice by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane in 1988. Tasker had numerous other roles, including that of the Chairman of the Mental Health Review Tribunal Wales Region, 1960-71 and President of the Welsh National School of Medicine, 1987-99, whilst senior figures in that institution concealed the serious crime of the Top Docs in north Wales.

Ronnie was Tasker’s junior for the prosecution at the 1969 trial of the Free Wales Army who intended to blow Prince Charles sky high during the Investiture.

 

Ronnie knew that the Bar and judiciary was crawling with so much nepotism that it could not be denied. So he didn’t try to. In ‘Child Of Another Century’, when discussing the friendship between him and Sir Derek Oulton, the Permanent Secretary to the Lord Chancellor, 1982-89, Ronnie cheerily tells the reader that he ‘makes no apology’ for the nepotism and exclusivity’ involved in appointments. Which is just as well because Ronnie was someone who built his entire career on nepotism and exclusivity.

 

Sir Derek Oulton was educated at St Edward’s School, Oxford and then read law at King’s College, Cambridge. He was a barrister and a Bencher at Gray’s Inn. Oulton joined the Lord Chancellor’s Department in 1960 and was Private Secretary to three successive Lord Chancellors – Earl Kilmuir, Viscount Dilhorne and Lord Gardiner. He also served as Secretary to the Beeching Royal Commission on Assizes and Quarter Sessions, 1966–69.

Oulton’s civil service position as Permanent Secretary of the Lord Chancellor’s Department and Clerk of the Crown in Chancery, 1982–89, under Thatcher was his final one.

Oulton was in post when Mary Wynch and I were targeted by Dafydd and the paedophiles.

 

Sir Derek was succeeded by Sir Thomas Legg, no doubt as a result of further nepotism and exclusivity. Legg was Permanent Secretary of the Lord Chancellor’s Dept and Clerk to the Crown in Chancery, 1989-98, serving under Thatch, Major and Blair. So Legg’s time in office spanned a number of attempts to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles’ friends, the ruination of Mary Wynch by Michael Howard as Home Secretary after she had dared win her case against Dafydd et al, the failed investigations into the paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire – which of course didn’t exist – and the establishment of the Waterhouse Inquiry and Ronnie’s time of taking evidence from witnesses.

Legg was educated at Horace Mann School in New York City and at Frensham Heights School in the UK. After National Service in the Royal Marines, Legg read history and law at Ronnie’s alma mater, St John’s College, Cambridge. 

Legg was called to the Bar in 1960 and was one of the 12 lawyers allocated to the Lord Chancellor’s Department from 1962. He worked in that Dept for his entire career, which when he retired was responsible for administration of the UK legal system and its co-ordination with European Union law. This had resulted in the Dept of Constitutional Affairs employing 20,00 staff and having a budget of £2 billion. Somewhere among all that was Jack Straw, who as a young advisor to Barbara Castle had concealed the deaths of a great number of disabled children from London and as Margaret Hodge’s gofer in Islington Council had kept very quiet about the paedophile ring at work within the Council’s children’s homes.

Legg was a Master of the Bench of the Inner Temple from 1984.

 

In April 1980 Ronnie received a phone call from Lord Geoffrey Lane who was about to be sworn in as Lord Chief Justice. Lane invited Ronnie to succeed Tasker as Presiding judge of Chester and Wales Circuit. Ronnie occupied that role for the next five years. Geoffrey Lane was felt to be a major liability during his time as Lord Chief Justice. His time in office was marked by a string of disputed convictions and he refused to allow the appeal of the Birmingham Six in 1988. When they were cleared in 1991, 140 MPs signed a petition demanding that Lane should leave his post.

After he retired, Legg headed the Inquiry into Sandline International, the ‘arms to Sierra Leone’ Inquiry. Legg’s Inquiry cleared the British Gov’t of any involvement in Sandline’s breach of the international arms embargo.

Since retirement, Legg has held the Chairmanship of the  Imperial College Healthcare Trust; served as Chairman of the London Library; and served as consultant to the law firm Clifford Chance. After being co-opted onto the council of Brunel University in 1993, he was Visitor from 2001–06. So Sir Thomas Legg might know something about the extraordinary support that one Peter Beresford received from Brunel and indeed from Blair and Brown’s Gov’ts after his metamorphosis from a social worker into a Service Users Champ. Beresford has been very effective at dominating the mental health debate, closing down conversations and silencing concerns regarding the most serious abuses of mental health patients within the mental health system. Whilst Beresford banged on about empowerment, patients died.

 

 

It was Geoffrey Lane who as Lord Chief Justice in 1987 – on Sir Derek’s Oulton’s watch – released Professor Oliver Brooke on appeal, after Brooke was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Lane likened Brooke’s massive collection of child porn to a collection of cigarette cards. Oliver Brooke was the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School who had a vast amount of child porn stored in his office at St George’s and who was also charged with inciting a photographer to take indecent pictures of a girl of 14. After Lane released him, detectives revealed that Brooke had been a key figure in a pan-European child sex ring.

At the time of Brooke’s conviction St George’s stressed that he had never behaved in an untoward manner with any of his patients. Not only was that statement probably about as truthful as the claims of the London Zoo to have stopped chopping off marmosets heads, but St George’s forgot to mention that many of Brooke’s colleagues remained in post concealing the rest of the paedophile ring of which he was a member (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’), as well as the staff who were involved with drugs offences (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and furthermore that the staff had links with Dafydd et al in north Wales, knew what Dafydd, Tony Francis (Dr X) and Lucille Hughes were doing and colluded with them (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

Oliver Brooke was jailed in Dec 1986. His appeal came before Geoffrey Lane in May 1987 and Brooke was released from prison in June 1987. Dafydd had me unlawfully arrested a matter of days before Brooke pleaded guilty to child porn offences in Kingston Crown Court. The month after Brooke was released from prison, Dafydd et al made a highly co-ordinated attempt to frame and imprison me – with which Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission colluded (see posts ‘Workers Play Time’, ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Additional Security Measures’).

Alison Taylor was suspended from her job with Gwynedd County Council in Dec 1986. Clwyd Health Authority made an admission of negligence with regard to Mary Wynch’s case not long after this, but then refused to pay her the damages which they themselves had offered…

 

It is clear that key figures involved with the abuse of children and young people across the UK could have been stopped in 1986/87, but their criminality was being actively facilitated at the highest levels. The people occupying key roles at the most senior levels of Gov’t and the legal system ensured that corrupt people were then appointed to other key roles.

Geoffrey Lane obviously felt that Ronnie Waterhouse was a man who could be relied upon not to rock the boat. The paedophiles’ friends must have cracked open the champagne when Ronnie was appointed the Presiding judge of the Chester and Wales Circuit. Ronnie’s years as Presiding judge covered the era when cases against child abusers in north Wales were inexplicably not taken forward, were dropped or when they were brought to court resulted in unfathomably lenient sentences.

 

Sir Michael Havers was Attorney General, 1979-87 and then Lord Chancellor, June 1987-Oct 1987. Havers blocked the prosecution of the diplomat Sir Peter Hayman for child porn offences and shielded his identity. It was on Havers’ watch that sex offence  cases involving other people such as Cyril Smith were batted into the long grass. Havers was succeeded as AG by Sir Patrick Mayhew – who was yet another paedophiles’ friend – and as Lord Chancellor by Lord Mackay of Clashfern, who I will return to later in this post…

Havers was the Tory MP for Wimbledon, 1970-87. Many of the consultants at St George’s lived in Havers’s constituency. Havers died days before the firebomb in Brighton killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

Michael Havers’s sister was the secretary turned High Court judge Lady Justice Elizabeth Butler-Sloss who carried out the cover-up into the 1987 Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal. Ronnie’s book states that it was Thatch who appointed Butler-Sloss to the Court of Appeal, not the Lord Chancellor. Thatch appointed Butler-Sloss to the Court of Appeal just after Butler-Sloss had so helpfully Chaired the Inquiry into Cleveland (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’).

 

Another one of Ronnie’s colleagues on the Chester and Wales Circuit was Alun Talfan Davies QC. The Talfan Davies dynasty has ruled the roost at the BBC for a very long time now, but it was Alun who was the barrister with a huge practice in west Wales.

A paedophile ring with connections to Dafydd et al in north Wales operated in west Wales throughout the years that Alun Talfan Davies practised as a barrister.

Alun Talfan Davies was born near Swansea, the youngest son of the Calvanistic Methodist Minister William Talfan Davies. He was the brother of Aneurin Talfan Davies. Alun was educated at Gowerton Grammar School and he read law at Aberystwyth and at Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge. His daughter Janet married the Welsh Rugby international Barry John.  Like Ronnie’s mate Sir William Mars-Jones (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’), Talfan Davies was a member of Gray’s Inn. He specialised in industrial cases and was retained by the NUM.

Alun Talfan Davies was Recorder of Merthyr Tydfil, 1963-68; Recorder of Swansea, 1969; Recorder of Cardiff, 1969-71; Hon Recorder of Cardiff and Recorder of the Crown Court, 1972-86;

Alun Talfan Davies was Chairman of the Bank of Wales, 1991-95 – the child molester George Thomas was a Director of the Bank of Wales (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Talfan Davies was President of the Court of the National Eisteddfod, 1979-82. Alun Talfan Davies was a member of the Criminal Injuries Compensation Board, 1976-85 and was a judge in the Court of Appeal of Jersey and Guernsey, 1969-83.

Talfan Davies was a member of Plaid in the 1930s but left for the Liberal Party. He unsuccessfully stood for Parliament four times, including for Denbigh in 1966. Talfan Davies was Chairman of the Liberal Party of Wales.

In 1940, with his brother Aneirin, Talfan Davies founded the Welsh language publishing firm Llyfrau’r Dryw. In 1958 they co-published ‘Y Geiriadur Mawr’, an influential Welsh dictionary. In 1969 they founded the current affairs magazine ‘Barn’.

With a group of friends and acquaintances Alun Talfan Davies formed Harlech Television (later HTV). Davies persuaded Lord Harlech to become Chairman of HTV Group while Davies became Vice-Chairman. In terms of unfortunate deaths and personal misfortune, Lord Harlech and his descendants displayed all the signs of having been targeted by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). 

In 1980 Talfan Davies co-founded the Welsh Portrait Sculpture Trust which commissioned a series of portrait busts of distinguished Welshmen from the sculptor Ivor Roberts-Jones. In 1982 he became a Trustee of the Welsh Sculpture Trust which established an outdoor sculpture collection in Margam Country Park. 

 

 

Lucille Hughes and other paedophiles’ friends are involved with the management of the CAB at a senior level. So was Ronnie Waterhouse.

Ronnie was appointed to the management committee of the Greater London CAB in March 1976 and remained until he became a High Court judge in 1978. He met regularly with their legal advisors, including Richard Thomas, who later became Director of Public Policy at Clifford Chance. Thomas was Information Commissioner, 2002-09 and is currently Deputy Chairman of Consumers’ Association.

Richard Thomas began his career in 1971 at Freshfields Bruckhaus Deringer and in 1974 began working for the CAB in Notting Hill. He went on to occupy positions in the National Consumer Council (from 1979) – where he was involved in the Campaign for Freedom of Information – and the Office of Fair Trading.

A document submitted to the Leveson Inquiry by witness Alec Owens indicates that Richard Thomas refused to prosecute perpetrators of phone hacking, despite receiving a recommendation that ‘all parties identified as being involved be jointly prosecuted for conspiracy to breach the Data Protection Act 1998.’

 

The Campaign for Freedom of Information is yet another body with which I had a bizarre experience when I mentioned the words ‘NHS in north Wales’. The Campaign for Freedom of Information was established in 1984 and by the summer of 1985 ‘The Guardian’ was running flattering articles about this organisation that was challenging the shadowy powers who were withholding info on UK citizens. After the mental health services in Wales smugly stated that there was no way that they would ever give me access to my own records – even after I had written to Ministers and found out that there was no legal reason for them withholding such access – and then began threatening me, I went down to London to stay with my friend and we went over to the office of the Campaign for Freedom of Information. That will have been in 1986.

There were a number of staff in the office and no other visitors. When I explained that I had come down from north Wales after encountering problems with the NHS compiling inaccurate documents about me, refusing to amend them and then denying me all further access to my records, my friend and I were met with an astonishing reaction. The staff literally yelled at us that they were a ‘campaigning organisation’ and not here to help individuals. Presuming that they had misunderstood and thought that I was asking them to take up a case for me, pay legal fees etc, I explained that all I wanted was some info and to draw their attention to what was happening in the NHS. The staff became phenomenally aggressive and actually pushed us out of their office. My friend – who was somewhat sharper than me and worked out that something weird was happening and that things were about to get nasty – observed that we ought to get out of there. As we walked away I remarked that when I got home I’d contact them again and perhaps I’d find someone more helpful than the nutters whom we’d just encountered. My friend observed that somehow she didn’t think that the Campaign for Freedom of Information was going to help me. She was quite right, the door was very firmly slammed in my face again when I had another try with them.

 

Maurice Frankel has been a leading light in the Campaign for Freedom of Information since it was set up and has been its Director since 1987. Frankel was a member of the Lord Chancellor’s Advisory Group on Implementation of the Freedom of Information Act and of the Commonwealth Group of Experts whose Freedom of Information Principles were adopted by Commonwealth Law Ministers in 1999. He is Deputy Chair of the whistleblowers charity ‘Public Concern at Work’ and is a cousin of the awful Baroness Ruth Deech.

 

I am currently in e mail correspondence with someone who has just had the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board mental health experience and is distressed because, among other things, inaccurate records were compiled about her and her attempts to have them rectified are being refused. The Betsi Board have also flouted many legal requirements and good practice guidelines in her case. She has told me that she regrets ever going near the mental health services. I know a number of other patients who maintained that the mental health records compiled about them in north Wales were so inaccurate that they bore very little relation to the truth.

In 1985 I thought that I was being singled out. I was in the end because I took on the paedophiles’ friends, but in terms of the arrant nonsense that was written on my records – it took 20 years, a High Court order and a threat by a judge to imprison the Chief Exec of the North West Wales NHS Trust to gain access to the full nonsense – I now realise that it was business as usual for the mental health services.

The nurse who blew the whistle on the Tawel Fan Scandal was sacked by the Betsi Board and struck off by the NMC a few weeks ago.

You’re doing a great job Maurice!

 

It was Ronnie Waterhouse who established a CAB in the Royal Courts of Justice – he identified a need – and it opened in Feb 1978. It was financed for 18 months by the Nuffield Foundation. The Australian lawyer Leonie Kelleher wrote a report which underlined the need that Ronnie’s antennae had detected for a CAB in the Royal Courts of Justice. Kelleher’s report was published in Dec 1980 and in the same month, a full time organiser for the CAB in the Royal Courts of Justice, Catherine Clarke, began work. The Dept of Trade funded that CAB until the spring of 1985.

On 2 Sept 1985 Leon Brittan was appointed Secretary of State for the Dept of Trade and Industry and Sir Peter Morrison was appointed as his Minister of State.

Until early 1987 the CAB in Bangor employed an excellent local solicitor who represented the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles – he represented me. Dafydd telephoned him without my knowledge yet alone consent and tried to persuade him not to act for me. The solicitor continued to represent me. Some months later the CAB in Bangor ‘changed their policy’ and stopped employing him or indeed any other solicitors.

 

In 1986 Catherine Clarke died. Pamela Lloyd-Hart took over her job at the CAB at the Royal Courts of Justice. Records at Companies House inform us that Pamela Lloyd-Hart was a Director of the Royal Courts of Justice and Islington CAB, Nov 1995-Nov 1997. A paedophile ring operated in the children’s homes in Islington for many years, as Margaret Hodge, Jeremy Corbyn and many others knew. Pamela Lloyd-Hart resigned as Director of the RCJ and Islington CAB just as the Waterhouse Inquiry finished taking evidence from witnesses.

Ronnie Waterhouse was Chairman of the RCJ CAB’s management committee, 1980-92.

 

In the spring of 1991 I was taken to the Royal Courts of Justice in yet another attempt to have me imprisoned for contempt of court. The case was brought by Hempsons, the solicitors for the MDU, who were acting on the instructions of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X). Ann Ball acted for Hempsons. I now have documents in my possession demonstrating that Ann Ball advised Tony Francis not to pursue litigation against me but he ignored her advice. Ann Ball continued to act for him, although she knew that Francis had perjured himself. Ann Ball also knew the details of the very serious crime that I maintained was being committed by those working for the mental health services in north Wales.

So as the forces of the corrupt British judiciary were mobilised against me, I could have had the benefit of a CAB managed by Ronnie. Except that I didn’t know that it existed, its presence certainly wasn’t advertised on the day that I attended the Royal Courts of Justice.

 

The Attorney General who authorised that prosecution of me was Sir Patrick Mayhew. Who in a previous life had been a barrister who acted for the MDU and GMC. Mayhew was counsel at the GMC fitness to practice hearing of Dr Morris Fraser, the Belfast child psychiatrist who was convicted of child sex offences. Fraser was allowed to continue to practice and later worked at Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit attached to St George’s.

 

Companies House tells us that Pamela Lloyd Hart’s next venture was as a Director of the Mary Ward Legal Centre, 1998-99. In 1998 the address given for the Mary Ward Legal Centre was in Hampstead. The current address is Great Ormond Street Hospital.

 

A number of Ronnie’s fellow kind hearted colleagues in the judiciary set up an appeal to fund the CAB in the RJC after Thatch’s Gov’t cut off the supply of dosh. The appeal was Chaired by Mrs Justice Booth – I don’t think this was Booth as in Cherie, I presume that it must have been someone else – but didn’t reach its target. Lady Justice Arden then took over the appeal.

Lady Justice Mary Arden was born and brought up in Liverpool and educated at Huyton College. Her grandfather, father and brother were all Liverpool solicitors. The family firm was Gamon Arden and Co which merged with Hill Dickinson in 2007. Mary Arden read law at Girton College, Cambridge – where Ronnie’s friend Poppy was Bursar – and also took a degree at Harvard. She was appointed as a High Court judge in 1993 and was Chairman of the Law Commission, 1996-99. In 2000 Mary Arden was appointed to the Court of Appeal. She is Head of International Judicial Relations for England and Wales and a member of the Permanent Court of Arbitration at the Hague.

Lady Justice Arden featured in the ‘Women’s Hour’ ‘power list’. ‘And tomorrow on ‘Woman’s Hour’, Jenni Murray and Jane Garvey will be holding a discussion about sexual violence with their guest Baroness Helena Kennedy…’  The comedian Victor Lewis-Smith once upset a lot of people with a rude rap song about ‘Woman’s Hour’ – the less offensive lines included ‘I’ve got me Jenni Murray and I’ve got me damson jam’. I thought that the rap was very funny despite the outrage at Victor’s piss-taking of the ‘Woman’s Hour’ obsession with gynaecological problems – I didn’t realise in those days that a great many of the Strong Wimmin given air time on ‘Woman’s Hour’ are paedophiles’ friends.

Mary Arden is married to Jonathan Mance, who also became a High Court judge and a Lord Justice of Appeal. Mary and Jonathan were the first married couple to sit in the High Court and then became the first married couple to sit in the Court of Appeal. A power couple! No wonder Jenni and Jane were impressed.

Lord Jonathan Mance is the Deputy President of the Supreme Court. The President is of course Lady Brenda Hale (see post ‘In The Courts), another ‘Woman’s Hour’ favourite, who is a pal of St Helena Kennedy’s, who in turn was mates with Professor Nigel Eastman, one of those at St George’s who was colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles. See post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’ for further details of St Helena, who is not as much of a friend to oppressed wimmin as she would have us believe.

St Helena worked in Tooks Court Chambers, with Michael Mansfield. I really do not think that Michael Mansfield could possibly have not known about the Bar and judiciary being log jammed with those who were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles. It was in 1993 when I wrote to Mr Mansfield about the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales – just as a police investigation concluded that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales.

Michael Mansfield and St Helena, in the spirit of helping the oppressed, took on a law graduate called Constance Briscoe, who later wrote a misery memoir to trump all misery memoirs. Constance became a barrister, then a part-time judge specialising in child and mental health cases because She Had Been There. It was not a good idea. By then everyone who knew Constance Briscoe considered her quite mad. She had extensive cosmetic surgery for no good reason – not just a nose job or a trout pout, but Constance had the bones of her feet removed and I think that she also had the operation which involves removing bone length from one’s legs. Constance flew to America to have all this done.

‘The Daily Mail’ really loved Constance, they published many features about Constance being a woman who had overcome hardship, which were illustrated by photographs of Constance wearing rather Joan Collinsesque outfits, accompanied by her claims that she had body dysmorphic disorder. Readers were leaving comments like ‘I wish you all the best Constance, you are a beautiful clever empowered woman’. Unfortunately Constance was also a lying cow and ended up going to prison after she and her friend Vicky Pryce told porkies to the police in order to fit up Vicky’s husband Chris Huhne. Vicky went to prison as well, wrote a prison memoir when she was released and was back working as a Gov’t economist and being interviewed on the ‘Today’ programme within weeks of coming out.

 

In 2012, the Chancellor of Oxford University, Chris Patten, appointed Mary Arden’s husband Lord Mance as High Steward of Oxford University.

 

Waterhouse’s book tells us that the CAB at the RJC was run by Justice Cazalet, ‘with the benevolent interest of Derry Irvine’. Sir Edward Cazalet is a High Court judge who was the son of the Queen mum’s racehorse trainer and P.G. Wodehouse’s stepdaughter. He was educated at Oxford University, where he was Master of the University drag hounds. At Oxford, Sir Edward’s friends included Sir Simon Hornby, who married Edward’s sister Sheran. Simon Hornby was Chairman of WH Smith, the Royal Horticultural Society and the Design Council. He founded the National Literacy Trust.

Companies House lists Sir Edward Cazalet as being a Director of the RCJ and Islington CAB, 1995-98 and as a Director for the British Association for Adoption and Fostering, 2000-03.

Sir Edward issued guidance which was incorporated into Best Practice Guidelines  regarding ‘Justice’s Reasons In The Family Court Proceedings In Children Act Cases’ which were issued by the President of the Family Division in 1997.

Cazalet is a member of The Other Club, a dining club which meets at the Savoy. Members past and present include many of those who this blog knows and loves, such as Paddy Ashdown, Tony Blair, Leon Brittan, Gordon Brown, Sir Robin Butler, Ken Clarke, Robin Day, Fattersley, Woy Jenkins, Tom King, Chris Patten, John Smith, Norman St John Stevas, David Steel, Jeremy Thorpe, William Waldegrave, Prince Charles, Willie Whitelaw, Bob Boothby, Harold Wilson, Woodrow Wyatt. And many, many more old favourites. About the only name that I didn’t find was Ronnie Waterhouse, but that was probably because he wasn’t grand enough for them to boast about.

 

 

Ronnie’s volume ‘Child Of Another Century’ shed more light on the rigging of the Waterhouse Inquiry. It has entered into Celtic legend that the first that Ronnie knew of what became the Waterhouse Inquiry was when he received a phone call telling him that he would be presiding over the Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in care in north Wales since 1974. However Ronnie’s autobiography tells us a little more.

Ronnie maintained that he initially received a phone call from the Secretary of the then Lord Chief Justice, Lord Peter Taylor of Gosforth, seeking permission to give Ronnie’s phone number to the Welsh Office. Peter Taylor was the prosecuting barrister in the trial of Jeremy Thorpe. My post ‘Additional Security Measures’ describes how the Report allegedly written by Peter Taylor regarding the Hillsborough Disaster was submitted to the Home Office under Home Secretary Douglas Hurd, unsigned, at an earlier date than Taylor stated that it would be prepared – after Taylor had been told what Douglas Hurd wanted in that Report.

Why the Welsh Office needed Ronnie’s phone number I cannot fathom, he was probably having dinner with one of the senior people there or members of their immediate family at least once a week.

 

After Ronnie had given his permission for his longstanding close friends at the Welsh Office to receive his phone number – couldn’t someone have just nipped over to the Garrick to find him? – William Hague spoke to Ronnie from the Tory conference in south Wales. Hague then dined with Ronnie at the Commons the following month.

Ronnie explained in his book that there was ‘a great deal of work to do before the Tribunal could begin to hear evidence’. The Tribunal was formally appointed on 30 Aug 1996.

Now Ronnie’s book gives a great deal of information about some interesting events before Ronnie received the phone call from the Secretary of Lord Chief Justice Peter Taylor, asking for permission to give his phone number to some of his oldest friends.

On the 8 Nov 1995 Ronnie had informed the Lord Chancellor, Lord James Mackay of Clashfern that he would retire on 15 April 1996 – therefore Ronnie’s last sitting would be  on 3 April 1996.

Lord Mackay of Clashfern kept the appallingly sexually abusive behaviour of Esther Rantzen’s former bedfellow Sir Nicholas Fairbairn under wraps and was the man who launched the career of Baroness Patricia Scotland – by appointing her as a QC at a very young age – who was given a peerage within a few months of her beginning to act for the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Tribunal  (see posts ‘Baroness Patricia Scotland QC Was On Board As Well’,    More On Baroness Patricia Scotland QC – And Her Very Sleazy Friends’ and ‘Even More About Baroness Patricia Scotland QC’).

Lord Mackay of Clashfern, I think that you have some explaining to do.

 

Ronnie tells us that he had ‘said farewell’ to his old Circuit – Chester and Wales – in Nov 1994, in view of his original plans to retire in 1995. But as a result of ‘my delay in implementing my original decision to retire in 1995’, Ronnie ‘enjoyed further stays in Mold and Chester in January and February for part of which I had the agreeable company of the newly appointed Mr Justice (now Lord Chief Justice) Wilson of the Family Division’.

I can find no explanation of WHY Ronnie delayed implementing his original decision to retire in 1995.

So Ronnie originally planned to retire in 1995. That was the year when Dafydd was dragged kicking and screaming into ‘retirement’ – except that Dafydd didn’t ‘retire’. Everyone was told that he had, but Dafydd left his NHS post clutching the contract to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales and with an agreement that none of the very serious complaints about him would be followed up. Dafydd continued with his extensive private practice and as far as I could see, expanded it considerably during the following years. See post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron’.

In the summer of 1995, the world was told that the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had closed down. It hadn’t, part of it remained open – Gwynfryn Ward, a ‘mother and baby unit’, but no-one seems to have been able to discover for how long for and which patients remained there. The summer of 1995 also saw the most extraordinary shenanigans at the top of the Welsh Office. John Redwood was Secretary of State for Wales until 26 June 1995. Then David Hunt was acting Secretary of State for the days between 26 June and 5 July 1995, then William Hague took over as Secretary of State for Wales on 5 July 1995. David Hunt had been a junior Minister in the Welsh Office back in the 1980s when the lid was kept on the madness prevailing in Gwynedd Health Authority and he was then Secretary of State for Wales, May 1990-May 1993, where the lid continued to be kept on the madness and criminality in the NHS and social services in north Wales (see posts ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’ and ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

My post ‘The Banality Of Evil’ describes in detail the frantic efforts that Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends made to have me imprisoned or labelled as dangerous and detained in a secure unit from the middle of 1994 and throughout 1995.

On 13 July 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his London home. Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University in the same month.

During 1995, John Jillings and his panel were still investigating the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974. Jillings completed  his report Feb 1996, but it wasn’t officially submitted until a few weeks later (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

 

So although Waterhouse was originally due to retire in the midst of all this, for some reason he had a change of mind, delayed his retirement and – judging from his book – embarked on a tour of Wales where he met and socialised with many of those who were responsible for facilitating, ignoring or concealing the abuse of children in care, into which he would soon be holding an Inquiry. Not of course that Ronnie had any inkling that his services would be required for such a task. Indeed, in Dec 1995 Nicola Davies QC, after ‘reviewing the police paperwork concerning the abuse of children in care in north Wales’ – not that Nicola had much to review because all the paperwork from 1989 onward was missing – stated that a judicial inquiry would not be in the public interest. William Hague had a change of heart and announced in the summer of 1996 that a Judicial Inquiry would be held after all.

 

Those whom Ronnie hobnobbed with during his pre-Inquiry tour of the paedophiles’ friends included ‘the Bromley-Davenports’. There is only one family of Bromley-Davenports, but the family contains a number of people whom Ronnie may have been referring to.

Lt Col Sir Walter Bromley-Davenport was the Tory MP for Knutsford, 1945-70, after a career in the Army. He was a Conservative junior Whip from 1948-51, but lost his junior Whip position after kicking the Belgium Ambassador down a flight of steps no less. His excuse was that he mistook the Ambassador for a colleague whom he thought had left the Commons before the 10 o’clock vote. Sir Walter was a member of the  British Boxing Board of Control from 1953. He was appointed Deputy Lieutenant of Cheshire in 1949.

Bromley-Davenport ‘was known to have an extraordinarily loud voice’. He ‘would startle new Labour MPs when they rose to make a speech by screaming ‘Take your hands out of your pockets!’ On one occasion he shouted ‘Sit down!’ at Otho Prior-Palmer, MP for Worthing, which the Minister immediately did, as he attempted to speak at the same time as Davenport. Davenport was known to use his voice outside of Parliament. When he entered an overcrowded train in Crewe, he walked up and down the corridor shouting ‘All change!’. When everyone left, he took a seat.

Sir Walter’s son was Sir William Bromley-Davenport, who served as High Sheriff of Chester and Lord Lieutenant of Chester. Sir William was Lord Lieutenant of Chester whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took place. At the Inquiry Ronnie refused to investigate claims that children in care were taken to locations outside of north Wales to be abused, although at least one witness spoke about being taken to a ‘big house’ near Chester where he was sexually assaulted by several men. Sir William retired as Lord Lieutenant of Chester in 2003, the Waterhouse Report having been safely completed and submitted to the Gov’t three years previously.

Nicholas Bromley-Davenport continued the family tradition by serving as High Sheriff of Chester, 2007-08.

The family seat of the Bromley-Davenports is at Macclesfield.

 

There is a John Bromley-Davenport QC who is a barrister. He has been a legal assessor to the NMC since 2011, a legal assessor to the British Psychoanalytic Council since 2014, a legal assessor to the Construction Industry Council since 2014 and, since 2016, a legal assessor to the General Chiropractic Council.

So John Bromley-Davenport QC will be able to explain why Nicola Kingston, the nurse who blew the whistle on the serious abuse of elderly mentally ill patients at Tawel Fan Ward at the Ablett Unit in Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, was struck off on trumped up charges of ‘having sex with a patient’ a few weeks ago. She was married to the patient in question. He wasn’t her patient and she did not have sex with him anywhere inappropriate or when on duty.

 

During Ronnie’s Grand Tour in 1995, the High Sheriff of Cheshire John Pickering gave a dinner party for Nicholas Wilson and Ronnie, which was attended by Lord Leverhulme, ‘five circuit judges and old friends’.

There is a lawyer called John Pickering who spent his career working for the personal injury lawyers Irwin Mitchell, but I don’t know if this is the John Pickering whom Ronnie dined with in 1995. Irwin Mitchell handle a lot of claims against the NHS, particularly big ones involving catastrophic birth injury. Irwin Mitchell however have as little luck as other lawyers in bringing claims against the mental health services, although I know that some years ago Irwin Mitchell were actively touting for business among patients of North West Wales NHS Trust because they knew how many patients had been harmed. Of course, they didn’t show much interest in mental health claims, as ever… Pickering was Group Chief Executive for Irwin Mitchell, 2011-14.

 

Nicholas Wilson is Lord Wilson and since 2011 has been a Justice of the Supreme Court. Between 2005 and 2011 Wilson was a Lord Justice of Appeal. Wilson has been a specialist in family law throughout his career. Nicholas Wilson’s father Roderick Wilson was a naval officer who later taught languages at the Royal Naval College in Dartmouth. Lord Wilson’s wife Margaret is a barrister, a member of Middle Temple along with Ronnie.

When Lord Wilson’s son Matthew was at Eton he was editor of the ‘Eton Chronicle’. Matthew wanted to interview Bill Wyman, who was a former client of Lord Wilson’s, so his dad asked Bill Wyman and Wyman was not only happy to oblige but was happy to do yet another interview a few days later when it transpired that the first one hadn’t recorded. Lord Wilson described Wyman’s willingness to help as ‘wonderful’.

Bill Wyman’s former wife Mandy Smith no longer describes Bill Wyman as wonderful. Mandy has given interviews claiming that she was so young when she became involved with Wyman that she had no idea how exploitative the relationship was. Wyman began a relationship with Mandy when she was 13 and they married when she was 16.

I wonder if Nicholas’s mate Bill Wyman knows anything about the mental health patient who was in Bethesda for years visibly starving and homeless – after being refused ‘services’ because she was ‘very difficult’ and everyone in the mental health services were ‘fed up with her’ – who swore blind that she used to be a groupie and had sex with Mick Jagger.

Nicholas Wilson owns racehorses. Just like Ronnie’s father-in-law.

 

Lord Leverhulme will have been Philip, the 3rd Viscount Leverhulme. He was a former Senior Steward of the Jockey Club, 1973-76 and Lord Lieutenant of the City and County of Chester from 1949-90. For many years Philip Lever was advisory director of Unilever, the company founded by his grandfather – the company which provided Professor Fergus Lowe with an enormous quantity of dosh to fund the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Fungus built his empire by overthrowing the influence of Dafydd in the University in the late 1980s and then using his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes to hold a gun to the heads of those who had been complicit with Dafydd. Philip Lever continued in the Lever family’s philanthropic tradition as a Trustee of the Leverhulme Trust. He was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1980-93. The Liverpool University which trained Dafydd and trained and employed many of his fellow crooks. Philip Lever was Chancellor in 1987 when Dafydd told me that he was friends with a Professor Richard someone or other and that if I dropped my complaint about him, he would have a word with Professor Richard and I would be guaranteed a place to study medicine at Liverpool. Just like that. I was so gobsmacked that to my eternal regret the surname of the corrupt Professor did not register and I have no idea who he was.

Little wonder that Fungus was able to bag all that dosh from Unilever.

Philip Lever was long associated with the Animal Health Trust, the veterinary research establishment at Lanwades Hall, near Newmarket; by the time he retired as chairman in 1989, he had given 25 years’ service. In 1980, Lever had been closely involved in negotiating a surcharge of 25p, for the benefit of the Trust, on every horse entered for a race – some 400,000 a year.

Philip Lever was educated at Eton and Trinity College, Cambridge and during the Second World War served in the Middle East with the Cheshire Yeomanry, of which he later became Honorary Colonel. He inherited Thornton Manor, the family seat in the Wirral and estates of 11,000 acres. A keen shot, in 1954 Lever bought the 22,000-acre Badanloch estate, with a deer forest and grouse moors in Sutherland.

Lever was Chairman of the Governors of Bolton School, 1949-90.

Philip Lever was Honorary Air Commodore of two Auxiliary Air Force squadrons, 663 and 610 (County of Chester), and Honorary Colonel of the Queen’s Own Yeomanry from 1979-81.

 

As part of his tour of the paedophiles’ friends, Ronnie went on a trip to Cardiff Arms Park – the rugby stadium – as a guest of Henry Lewis. Ronnie’s mate Tasker Watkins was a rugby enthusiast and was President of the Welsh Rugby Union, 1993-2004 and also honorary life Vice-Patron.

During his tour of Wales, Ronnie sat with the paedophiles’ friend Lord Justice Roch (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’) and Justice Bennett. (In 2008 Justice Bennett presided over the divorce case of Paul McCartney and Heather Mills and declared Mills to be completely bonkers.) During that particular excursion Ronnie also managed to rub noses with the paedophiles’ friend Lord Gareth Williams QC (see post ‘People With Energy’) and John Griffith Williams QC, who was the treasurer of the Chester and Wales Circuit, 1993-95 and then leader of the Circuit, 1996-98. Griffith Williams became a High Court judge in 2007. Ronnie also bumped into Eleanor Lawson QC and Sir Stephen Brown.

Sir Stephen Brown’s parents lived in Staffordshire. He was educated at Malvern College and Queen’s College, Cambridge. Brown served in the RNVR as a Lieutenant, 1943-46, alongside so many paedophiles’ friends. He became a barrister at the Inner Temple in 1949 and became Treasurer in 1994. Brown was Deputy Chairman of Staffordshire Quarter Sessions, 1963-97 and Recorder of West Bromwich from 1965-71. He was a Recorder, and Honorary Recorder of West Bromwich from 1972–75, was a High Court judge in the Family Division, 1975–77, and in the Queen’s Bench Division, 1977–83. Brown was Presiding Judge of the Midland and Oxford Circuit, 1977-81.

So Brown was working in Staffordshire and the west Midlands whilst the paedophile gang that operated in Staffordshire was busy, whilst the notoriously corrupt West Midlands Serious Crime Squad caused havoc and whilst children from the West Midlands were sent to north Wales children’s homes.

Brown was appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal (1983–88) and President of the Family Division (1988–99). On 19 Nov 1992, he delivered the landmark ruling that doctors treating Tony Bland, who had been in a persistent vegetative state since suffering serious brain damage in the  Hillsborough disaster more than three years earlier, could withdraw the food and treatment which were keeping him alive. Treatment was ultimately withdrawn on 22 Feb 1993, after the Lords rejected an appeal by the Official Solicitor. Mr Bland died on 3 March 1993.

Brown was a member of the Parole Board,1967-71, of the Butler Committee on mentally abnormal offenders, 1972 -75 and of the Advisory Council on Penal System in 1977. He was Chairman of the Advisory Committee on Conscientious Objectors, 1971-75. He was Chairman of the Council of Malvern College, 1976-94.

In Jan 2009, Stephen Brown became a member of the Advisory Committee of Children’s Rights International. He has served as President of Edgbaston High School and the Malvernian Society.

Sir Stephen – a verray parfit gentil knight.

 

On his Grand Tour, Ronnie shared judge’s lodgings in Liverpool with Heather Steel and dear old Brenda Hale, now the President of the Supreme Court.

 

Ronnie had other opportunities to spend time with yet more people who had links to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal as well, because Ronnie doubled up as President of the Llangollen International Eisteddfod in Llangollen, 1993-97. A number of those associated with Clwyd County Council in particular have played key roles in the International Eisteddfod. Ronnie took over the presidency from his own friend and indeed the paedophiles’ friend, Lord Emlyn Hooson.

 

I do not have a problem with the International Eisteddfod, indeed I have attended it myself. It is impressive and international and attracts a lot of interesting people. But there have been a number of scandals regarding the organising of the Eisteddfod in the past – Eisteddfodau on that scale do not come cheap and some people found some unorthodox and creative ways of helping to fund them. Beata Brookes, the former Tory MEP who was at the hub of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady’ and Yet More Recent History’) found that by donating some of her land for the use of the International Eisteddfod, some of the wheels of her business interests were oiled.

Whilst Ronnie was President, the Chairman of the International Eisteddfod was retired solicitor H. Gethin Davies. Gethin Davies had been involved with the International Eisteddfod for decades. The cosy relationship between the organisers of the International Eisteddfod and the local authorities was illustrated by Gethin’s 2015 account of how the International Eisteddfod’s Royal International Pavilion was developed. Until 1992 when the Queen opened the new Royal International Pavilion, the event was held in a huge marquee. Gethin explained: ‘In 1958 they bought the fields where the event is held today for £12,000 which was a large sum but it’s turned out to be a very good piece of business. They leased part of it to the old Denbighshire Council with the proviso it be available for the Eisteddfod. We raised £500,000 and the Council successfully applied for £3 million of European money which paid for the Royal International Pavilion’.

Gethin’s wife, Eulanwy, was in 2009 appointed a lifetime Vice-President of the International Eisteddfod, along with Ronnie, Emlyn Hooson and past International Eisteddfod Chairman Dudley Richards.

 

When Arwel Hughes became music director in 1977, an administrative base for the music department was needed. Eulanwy was drafted in to set up the department. She was appointed music administrator 10 years later and in 2002 she served as music director for two years. Eulanwy’s award was presented by Mervyn Cousins, Eisteddfod Executive Director.

Arwel Hughes was born in Rhosllannerchrugog near Wrexham and was educated at Ruabon Grammar School and the Royal College of Music. Following his studies at the RCM, Hughes became organist at the church of St Philip and St James, Oxford and in 1935 returned to Wales to join the staff of the BBC’s music department.

Hughes became Head of Music at BBC Wales in 1965, holding the post until his retirement in 1971. He organised the music for the Investiture of Prince Charles. Hughes was Honorary Music Director of the Llangollen International Eisteddfod, 1978-86.

For many years Arwel Hughes conducted performances by the Welsh National Opera and his own two operas were produced by WNO in 1953 and 1960.

Hughes was the father of the Welsh orchestral conductor Owain Arwel Hughes. Owain Arwel Hughes’s son Geraint Hughes is the former sports correspondent for BBC News and now works for Sky Sports.

 

Ronnie was also mates with Roy Bohana, a ‘veteran Music Director of the Eisteddfod’. Roy Bohana was the Deputy Director of the Arts Council for Wales and was a close friend of Professor William Mathias, ‘one of Wales’s greatest composers’. Mathias was Professor and Head of Music at UCNW, 1970-88, when the institution was run by the paedophiles’ friends. I was told by a former student of Mathias’s that he was sexually exploiting the female students at Bangor.

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation.

William Mathias was a member of the Arts Council. The big posh one in England, as opposed to the Arts Council for Wales.

Roy Bohana’s wife Liliana was killed in a car crash in Bulgaria when she returned there (her home country) on a visit in Aug 2001. I mentioned in my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ that people who knew Ronnie Waterhouse did have a penchant for dying in unfortunate circumstances whilst he held that Inquiry or just after.

Roy Bohana lives in Llandaff and is an Honorary Fellow of the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama.

 

Ronnie was no remote President of the International Eisteddfod. Anecdotes from Ronnie’s tenure abound of him being seen out and about, pleasing the crowds. He met Prince Charles and Bryn Terfel. Ronnie also managed to get Luciano Pavarotti to the International Eisteddfod which delighted everyone.

Whilst Ronnie was President, one of the turns at the Eisteddfod was the Spanish soprano, Montserrat Caballe. For reasons which Ronnie doesn’t explain in his book, she had to be paid 20k in cash before leaving Wales for Hamburg by a privately chartered aeroplane. In order to access the cash, the bank had to had to open on a Sunday. Fortunately that was possible because the manager of the bank concerned was treasurer of the International Eisteddfod. I’m fairly sure that under Sunday trading legislation, banks are not allowed to open on Sunday. Furthermore, as a Congregationalist lay preacher whose family were awarded a certificate for 100 years of abstinence from alcohol, Ronnie would have known all about observing the Lord’s day.

Ronnie ensuring that the bank could open on the Sabbath so that Montserrat Caballe could be given 20k in used fivers reminded me of a quip from a Hergest patient when Dafydd was interviewed in a local newspaper and was quoted as saying that ‘my children say their prayers every night and I’m rather proud of that’. The Hergest patient commented that ‘pride’s a sin’.

As Ronnie, is avarice. And indeed lust.

This is a picture of the 1909 painting ‘The Worship of Mammon’ by Evelyn de Morgan:

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation…

Ronnie was well-acquainted with the bank and building society managers and insurance agents of north Wales anyway. As a judge he used to be invited to the annual dinners held by the solicitors in Wales, who would also invite the bank and building society managers and the insurance agents.

 

There are some victims of the paedophiles’ friends who have found themselves seriously shafted by banks and their associates. Such events are not historical. I know well a man who is hated by the north Wales mental health services nearly as much as I am. This man ran a business for thirty years and he ran it very well, but some five years ago he had horrific financial difficulties which very nearly bankrupted him. He traced the problem to something illegal that a local bank manager in Gwynedd had done with regard to a business loan which set my friend on the path to near ruination. My friend approached local solicitor after local solicitor, but he found that the mess got worse and worse and each solicitor seemed to advise him very badly. My friend was then contacted by an old university friend of his who had long ago left for another country but was visiting the UK for a while – he was a solicitor. Horrified at finding my friend nearly bankrupt, seriously ill and being refused all NHS care, the lawyer started trawling through the documentation. His conclusion was that everyone involved had broken the law in fundamental ways and had given my friend advice that no sensible lawyer would have. He also concluded that at least some of the people involved were colluding with each other, there was no other explanation.

Every ‘professional’ involved – except for the visitor from Australia – was from Gwynedd. They were all in late middle age and were employed in well-established Gwynedd businesses. Gwynedd County Council also had a hand in the mess.

 

There are a few more nuggets in Ronnie’s book re the Waterhouse Inquiry. My post ‘The Waterhouse Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’ details the backgrounds of many of those involved in the Inquiry, but there are a few further salient facts that I gleaned from Ronnie’s book.

 

Morris le Fleming was a member of Ronnie’s Inquiry panel. Le Fleming was the former Chief Executive of Herefordshire County Council. Not only did Herefordshire and Worcestershire Social Services at one time employ high profile paedophiles’ friend David Tombs as their Director (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’), but since 1985 Ronnie had owned a country house in Herefordshire. Whilst conducting the Inquiry, Ronnie spent the week in judges lodgings in Mold and returned to Herefordshire or Middle Temple at weekends.

Social work academic, advisor and paedophile Peter Righton lived in Herefordshire whilst Ronnie had his country home there.

Le Fleming had ‘already sat on a similar (but non-statutory) inquiry in Leicestershire. So that will be the Leicestershire which had a major problem with a paedophile ring over decades, nearly all members of which were never prosecuted – including, it is alleged, barrister and Labour politician Lord Greville Janner. Following the jailing of social worker Frank Beck in Nov 1991 and the subsequent Kirkwood Inquiry, it was admitted that the Leicestershire Police had been inexplicably negligent and that complaints of child abuse had simply been ignored repeatedly. The Leicestershire gang were being concealed by people in Leicester University and in the City Council (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some More Free Radicals’) and by the NHS. In 1987, the mental health services in Leicester concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

 

The third member of Ronnie’s panel was Margaret Clough, ‘a highly experienced former social services inspector with roots in Cheshire’. Ah, so that would be the Cheshire which formed an integral part of the Cheshire/north Wales paedophile ring. The Cheshire which had previously employed as social workers Lucille Hughes and Margaret Hanson as well as many other fun people and in which one of John Allen’s children’s homes was located. The Cheshire which contains Chester, the location of the corrupt solicitors, barristers and judges who concealed the Cheshire/north Wales paedophile ring. The Chester for which Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP, 1974-92. The Chester which had a branch of CHE which was alleged to be a front for paedophilia, a member of which was convicted for abusing boys in care in north Wales. The Chester which had a City of Chester Conservative Party Association, the President of which was the Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. It was Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor’s ancestor who bequeathed the land upon which the original St George’s Hospital (at Hyde Park Corner) was built.

Fortunately for Margaret Clough – and probably for the Duke of Westminster as well – Cheshire was not part of Ronnie’s Inquiry. One of the many reasons for which the Inquiry was criticised was that it only considered the abuse of children in care whilst they were in north Wales. So if children were being taken to other locations to be abused – for example Chester – Ronnie refused to investigate that.

The Waterhouse Inquiry investigated – or indeed failed to investigate – 85 children’s homes. That is a great many children’s homes to be located in two rural counties where great swathes of the countryside are sparsely populated hills and mountains. Ronnie asked no questions about why the children in care business was so prevalent in north Wales.

Ronnie’s Inquiry was given ‘9,500 unsorted children’s files’. Were they perhaps unsorted because as with previous investigations the police and local authorities had refused to co-operate with sorting them? Not that it mattered – nearly all of those files were destroyed in the not-at-all suspicious warehouse fire which occurred shortly after the Waterhouse Inquiry opened. No wonder no-one wasted their time sorting those files. Ronnie was also given 3,500 statements to the police, as well as ‘other records of the former County Councils’. 12,000 documents were scanned into the Tribunal’s database. Ronnie was provided with a team of 30 paralegals under the supervision of senior solicitors.

Interviews with 400 potential witnesses were conducted by ‘persons with appropriate experience’ – former police officers from forces outside of North Wales. Presumably other parts of Wales, Birmingham, Greater Manchester, Liverpool, Cheshire, Derbyshire, Leicester, the Met and other forces which had dealings and connections with the North Wales Police and who were known to have colluded with the abuse of children in north Wales.

 

Not only were the former residents of children’s homes in north Wales grilled by aggressive barristers at the Waterhouse Inquiry and then smeared by Ronnie, but so was the whistleblowing social worker from Gwynedd, Alison Taylor, who spent four days in the witness box at the Tribunal.

Waterhouse barely acknowledged Alison’s existence until the occasion on which he asked her, for some unfathomable reason, if she was married when her daughter was born. Alison replied that she wasn’t. Alison then explained that her daughter ‘is adopted’. Alison gave evidence to the Tribunal in Oct 1997.

When Richard Webster wrote his ‘New Statesman’ article and then his book about Bryn Estyn which trashed Alison (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’), Webster used Alison’s comment to suggest that she was an unmarried mother who had experienced great difficulty in establishing any sort of career. Webster also falsely asserted that before working for Gwynedd County Council, Alison had drifted from one short-term part-time job to another. At the time of writing that, Webster had Alison’s full employment record, which showed continuous full-time employment from 1969 onwards in social work and probation. In his book, Webster referred again to Alison’s daughter in a footnote, claiming that Alison had told Waterhouse that her daughter ‘was adopted’, thus creating a very different impression…

Webster also stated that Alison’s son was born shortly after his father and she married, implying that Alison was pregnant when the marriage took place.  Her son was born over two years later.

These sort of techniques are routinely employed to discredit whistleblowers in NHS and social care. Academic analyses of health and welfare scandals have demonstrated that it is absolutely standard practice (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal?’). Such methods were used to discredit me by every ‘independent’ opinion and ‘expert witness’ that I encountered – it was done in their capacity of ‘examining a nutter’, but of course I was a highly qualified nutter who had made some very, very serious allegations about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Documents in my possession demonstrate that Dafydd et al were involved in even more serious crime than I had alleged and that every ‘independent’ opinion was fully aware of the scale of that crime and also knew that they were lying about me. Is that not correct Robert Kehoe (see posts ‘An Expert In Resistant Service Users’ and ‘A Very Succinct E Mail From A Reader’)?

 

It is surprising that no-one was prosecuted as a result of Ronnie’s Inquiry? Not really – because all witnesses who could have been charged with abuse of children were given legal indemnity, as were all members of the Tribunal.

I really am thick sometimes – I have spent a long time wondering why Lucille Hughes ever co-operated with the Inquiry, as Lucille is not known for her social responsibility. I also wondered why Ronnie ever bothered to name Lucille as someone who knew that a paedophile gang was in operation in north Wales but failed to act. Why were Lucille’s many years of loyal service to Dafydd and the paedophiles betrayed thus? Er – perhaps because the one person against whom there was overwhelming evidence was Lucille Hughes? Lucille was given the perfect escape route – all she had to do was turn up to the Inquiry as a witness and she would be granted immunity from prosecution. Then she could ‘retire’ within hours of the Report being published, Ronnie would have made a token gesture at giving her a spanking and she could go and join Dafydd on the Board of CAIS. Dafydd and CAIS had been given the contract for providing substance abuse services the year before the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced, so it was guaranteed that business would be booming.

Lucille and Dafydd ‘retired’ over 20 years ago – Dafydd still Chairs CAIS and Lucille is still a Trustee. CAIS is an enormous organisation now and it has expanded into providing ‘services’ for the homeless, ‘work experience’, ‘services’ for addicted Top Docs, ‘psychological therapies’ and much more.

 

Ronnie’s book states that the ‘overall guidance’ for the Tribunal was provided by the Treasury solicitor, on the nomination of the Attorney General. During the summer of 1996, before the Tribunal began, Ronnie had ‘numerous meetings with solicitors and the legal advisor to the Welsh Office, David Lambert, as well as meetings with the Solicitor General, the Attorney General, the Treasury Solicitor and Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office Rachel Lomax’ (see posts ‘So Who Was It Exactly Who Appointed The Corrupt Old Bastard?’ and ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’ for details about Lomax). The Solicitor General at the time was Sir Derek Spencer and the Attorney General was Sir Nicholas Lyell.

So the fine legal brains who came up with the Cunning Plan to ensure that a bunch of gangsters would never be prosecuted and would remain in business despite retirement and a Judicial Inquiry were, it would seem, David Lambert, Derek Spencer and Nicholas Lyell.

 

The four major incarnations of Baldrick; Top left: Series 1, Top right:Series 2, Bottom Left: Series 3 and Bottom Right: Series 4.

 

David Lambert is now a Fellow of Cardiff Law School and the Registrar of the Diocese of Llandaff.

Sir Derek Spencer QC was born in Clitheroe, Lancashire and he was educated at Eton and Keble College, Oxford. He served as a lieutenant in the King’s Own Regiment from 1954-56. He became a barrister in 1961 and took silk in 1980. Spencer is a Master of the Bench, Gray’s Inn.

Spencer was elected as the Tory MP for Leicester South in 1983, by just seven votes. He lost the seat back to the Labour candidate Jim Marshall in 1987 – Marshall had previously held the seat since 1974. Marshall lectured at Leicester Poly (now De Montfort University), 1968-74 and was elected to Leicester City Council in 1971. He became leader of Leicester City Council in 1973. Marshall knew about the paedophile ring in Leicestershire. Marshall’s political career began in Leeds City Council, 1965-69. Now then, now then, that sounds to me like a man who probably knew about Sir Jimmy…

Marshall was an assistant whip, 1977-79, in Callaghan’s Gov’t. In opposition, he was assistant Home Affairs Spokesman, 1982-83 and Deputy Shadow Spokesman on N Ireland, 1987-92. In 1992, he voted for Bryan Gould in the Labour leadership election which followed the resignation of the Windbag. The new Labour leader John Smith dispensed with Marshall’s services. Marshall’s supported Margaret Beckett in the Labour leadership election which followed John Smith’s death. His constituency work on immigration and benefit problems won him strong personal support among local voters. Labour Party Chairman Ian McCartney described Marshall as ‘a hard-working and dedicated member of Parliament who spoke up for his Leicester constituents and did a great deal to help to transform their communities and the opportunities open to them’. Unless they were kids in care who were being molested of course.

 

Sir Derek Spencer – who could hardly have missed the Leicestershire paedophile ring himself –  was elected for the marginal Brighton Pavilion seat in 1992, when he was knighted and appointed Solicitor-General by John Major. Days after Spencer won Brighton Pavilion, five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were burnt to death as a result of a firebomb attack on a building in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

As Solicitor General Spencer represented the Gov’t in several significant cases, including Wingrove v UK (1997) regarding the application of blasphemy law under the Human Rights Act.

 

Sir Nicholas Lyell was the son of High Court judge Sir Maurice Lyell and sculptor/designer Veronica Luard. Lyell was educated at Wellesley House School in Broadstairs – Ted Heath country – and at Stowe School. His mother died when he was young and his father married the widowed Kitty, Lady Farrar, younger daughter of 1st Viscount Runciman. Lyell went to Christ Church, Oxford, where he was a member of the Bullingdon Club. After National Service with the Royal Artillary he became a lawyer. Lyell trained his stepmother’s family’s firm, Walter Runciman and Co, and was called to the Bar at Inner Temple in 1965. He served his pupillage with Gordon Slynn.

Lyell was elected Tory MP for Hemel Hempstead in 1979, then for Mid Bedfordshire from 1983. He moved to North East Bedforshire at the 1997 General Election.

Lyell was Solicitor-General, 1987-92 under Thatcher. Which was whilst all that serious crime in on the part of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales went unchallenged.

As well as being Attorney General for England and Wales under John Major, 1992-97, Lyell was Attorney General for N Ireland for the same period. Lyell was knighted in 1987 – as havoc broke out in north Wales when Mary Wynch, Alison Taylor and I all came forward with evidence which remained uninvestigated.

Sir Nicholas stood down as an MP at the June 2001 General Election. By which time Ronnie had published his cover-up so skilfully engineered by Lyell et al.

Commenting on Lyell’s retirement as an MP, Conservative Party Chairman Michael Ancram said:

 

As for old Ronnie, after Chairing the Waterhouse Inquiry, although it was indeed a case of retirement – along with Lucille! – he had more to offer. As indeed did Lucille. Ronnie became the Patron of ‘Voices From Care (Cymru)’ and ‘kept in touch’ with their CEO Deborah Jones. ‘Voices from Care (Cymu)’ became embroiled in much scandal when one of the members later helped themselves to the funds. I’m not sure that someone dipping into the coffers was the most monstrous aspect of an organisation run by the paedophiles’ friends who invited the biggest paedophiles’ friend of all to be their Patron. ‘Voices from Care’ still has an internet presence and its website mentions its ‘partners’ which are other organisations such as ‘Children in Wales’. ‘Children in Wales’ also seems to be run by paedophiles’ friends, as I expect is every other organisation with which ‘Children in Wales’ is linked.

Ronnie continued to dispense his wisdom at events such as a training seminar in Kent in 2001 and the Barnardo’s national conference in 2007.

 

Ronnie is not alone in having been a very inappropriate choice for an appointment as a High Court judge in the Family Division. Ronnie’s book mentions that Sir John Arnold, the one time Presiding judge of the Family Division experienced embarrassment when his wife ‘ran off to Canada’, but it was all kept very quiet. One wonder what Lady Arnold ran away from…

 

Having done such a splendid job in north Wales, after the Waterhouse Inquiry was over, Ronnie’s talents were immediately called upon again to Chair the Independent Supervisory Authority on Hunting, hunting being a minefield for Blair’s Gov’t.

When Ronnie was addressing peers regarding the private members bill opposing hunting he met a face from his past, Lord Benjamin Mancroft. In 1975 Ronnie was hearing a case at Bristol – a Benjamin Mancroft, son of Lord Stormont Mancroft, had been involved in a car crash in which the other driver had been killed. Benjamin was unable to remember a thing about the accident, having suffered a head injury. Lord Mancroft attended the hearing every day and Ronnie remembered that Lord Mancroft glared at him such that Ronnie felt quite intimidated. Ronnie subsequently concluded that the accident was the fault of the deceased and found for the plaintiff, Benjamin Mancroft – who was at the time whipper-in for the Portman Hunt.

Ronnie was delighted to meet up with Benjamin again in the Lords many years later, after Benjamin had succeeded his father’s title. Ronnie noticed that Benjamin looked very well and hadn’t suffered any long term effects from his head injury.

 

Benjamin Mancroft was educated at Eton and sits as a Tory in the Lords. He was Director of Phoenix House Housing Association, 199-96 and Vice-Chairman, 1992-96. He was Deputy Chair of the British Field Sports Society, 1992-97, President of the Alliance of Independent Retailers from 1996 -2000 and was Chair of the Drug and Alcohol Foundation, 1994-05. Mancroft was Director of the Countryside Alliance, 1997, Vice-Chair 2005, Chair 2013-15. He has been chair of the Standing Conference on Countryside Sports & Wildlife Management since 2009 and Chair of the Masters of Foxhounds Association since 2014. Mancroft has been President of the Lotteries Council since 2005.

Mancroft was Chair of Inter Lotto (UK) Ltd, 1995-04; Chair of  Scratch-n-Win Lotteries, 1995-98; Director of St Martin’s Magazines plc, 1995 -05;  Director and Vice-Chair of Rok Mobile Ltd, 2003-07; Rok Corporation since 2003 and Vice-President of Rok Mobile Inc, 2007-12. From 2006-09, Mancroft was Chair of New Media Lottery Services PLC. He was Director of DJI Holdings Ltd (PLC 2015) 2008-16, Chair 2008 – 13; Director of BNN Technology PLC, 2015 (Chair 2016-17), Chair PYX Financial Group, 2013 -15 and Chair of Landtrader (UK & Ireland) Ltd from 2017.

 

In Feb 2008, Mancroft was at the centre of a truly impressive row after he claimed that the NHS Angels who had treated him at the Royal United Hospital in Bath were ‘grubby, drunken and promiscuous’. Mancroft claimed to have heard them talking about getting pissed as well as their sex lives whilst he was laid up on their ward. The world was incandescent, politicians insulted Mancroft and much was made of the fact that he had been to Eton, was a peer and had experienced drug problems in the past. Mancroft refused to apologise and maintained that he had witnessed disgraceful standards of nursing. He did however have to retreat from public view as the abuse rained down on him.

I do not know Benjamin Mancroft and I do not know the Royal United Bath Hospital. I suspect that I would not admire some of the things that Mancroft has done in his life and I’m not very impressed with all his business interests in gambling scams which fleece the people who can spare the money least. However, if he saw bad nursing, he has every right to speak about it, regardless of which school he attended or what his title is.

I have witnessed Angels conducting themselves exactly as Lord Mancroft described and on more than one occasion. Not all Angels do so, there are some excellent Angels, but people need to stop deluding themselves that all Angels are as pure as the driven snow. I witnessed Angels doing far worse than Benjamin Mancroft described and in return I was subjected to a character assassination and attempts to imprison me on the grounds of the perjury of Top Docs, Angels and social workers. So Benjamin Mancroft can be ignored and insulted because he’s an Eton-educated Tory peer. I, like others I know, was ignored and insulted because I is a service user. So who is going to be listened to when bad nursing is witnessed?

 

Not only can Ronnie’s whitewash of an Inquiry not be attributed to his ignorance of the criminals involved in the abuse of children in north Wales – Ronnie was a personal friend or colleague of many of them, he knew exactly what sort of people they were – but Ronnie was not naive about organised crime. Ronnie had been involved in cases of financial crime – in one such case, two junior barristers called Cherie Booth and Tony Blair were involved – and years previously, in 1972, Ronnie was in Singapore prosecuting corrupt stockbrokers. What did Ronnie do when he dropped into Singapore? He dined with the Prime Minister, Lee Kuan Yew, who was an honoury bencher in same Inn of Court as Ronnie, Middle Temple. Ronnie’s association with Lee Kuan Tew led to more work in Singapore for Ronnie. Ronnie was also friends with Attorney General Tan Boon Teik, who became the Chairman of Singapore’s International Court of Arbritration.

 

Ronnie was involved in a case in the UK in the early 1970s which occurred as a result of the Mafia targeting gambling clubs in London. Ronnie made it clear in his autobiography that he knew that this was a case involving serious organised crime, but somehow Ronnie and his colleagues weren’t quite as effective at dealing with the Mafia as one would hope that they would have been. Ronnie admitted that the Mafia were controlling virtually all the gambling clubs in London. One of the junior barristers working on the case was later found dead in a swimming pool in Singapore when he was working on a case out there with Ronnie.

 

Ronnie presided over the 1992 libel trial brought by Wafic Said, the arms dealer who founded the Said Business School at Oxford University in 1996. Said was close to Prince Khalid bin Sultan of the Saudi Arabian Royal Family, thus Said played an important role in a number of big arms deals between Saudi Arabia and Britain, including the Al-Yamamah deal in 1985. The defendant was an ‘Arab of very small means’, Misbah Baki, who had written a letter to Prince Khalid accusing Said of breaking his word. Said maintained that this was highly defamatory and sued him. Baki defended himself at the hearing and wanted to call evidence from the ex-Chairman of another arms dealer regarding the Al-Yamamah agreement signed by Thatch. The ex-Chairman concerned was the man who had given evidence to a Commons select committee that there were inappropriate links between Thatch, Mark Thatcher and Said. Ronnie ruled the evidence inadmissible and smugly explains in his book that ‘the public were denied the pleasure of hearing further irrelevant gossip’. If only Ronnie had taken the same view when the barristers defending a gang of paedophiles at the Waterhouse Inquiry smeared every witness who stated that children in north Wales had been horribly abused for decades.

Said won his libel action but Ronnie was shocked at the jury’s assessment of £400,000 damages, which was well beyond the plaintiff’s means, as were the plaintiff’s legal costs. Ronnie states in his book that he didn’t know what happened subsequently. Mr Baki was probably kipping in a nightshelter, but at least Thatch didn’t have to suffer anymore embarrassment regarding Stinker’s business activities with arms dealers which she had facilitated.

 

 

At the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry, University of Wales, Bangor (as Bangor University was called at the time) was still dominated by the paedophiles’ friends and of course Ronnie’s best friend from school, Prof J. Gwynne Williams, held a very senior position there himself (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). A new Vice-Chancellor had been appointed the year before William Hague announced that a public inquiry would be held into the abuse of children in care in north Wales, but it is obvious from Ronnie’s book that the decision to hold that Inquiry and appoint Ronnie to Chair it was taken before Ronnie had a chance to retire in 1995 as originally planned.

The new Vice-Chancellor which Bangor acquired in 1995 was Professor Roy Evans, who remained as VC until ill health forced him to retire in 2004. Roy Evans was very unpopular among many of the University staff and I was told that he toadied to the paedophiles’ friends in senior positions in local authorities and other institutions. It made Evans’s life easy, but it was considered to have caused great harm to the University. The euphemism that was used by Evans was that he wanted the University to ‘work with the community’. Sadly the community was run by the paedophiles’ friends and I was told that Evans would not resist their demands in any way.

It was under Roy Evans that the laughable School of Healthcare Sciences was established, which employed as nurse tutors and ‘academics’ scores of abusive Angels from the north Wales NHS, including some from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Standards were dreadful and students were having terrible experiences, but it was all swept under the carpet amidst reassurances that everything and everyone was ‘excellent’.

It was also when Roy Evans was VC that Bangor Normal/Coleg Normal, the teacher training college, merged with the University. Bangor Normal was peopled by as many, if not more, paedophiles’ friends than the University. When I was doing my PhD I was told that there had been great resentment after the merger because it had been discovered that the former Principal of Bangor Normal had somehow managed to thrash out a deal with the University authorities which left people who had held senior roles at Coleg Normal with very much higher salaries than their peers in the University, despite their lack of research experience. So how did someone who had led an institution full of paedophiles’ friends get Roy Evans to agree to that?

It was Roy Evans who provided a home in Bangor University for Meri Huws, who was a bedfellow of many who ended up in the National Assembly for Wales and had also been a community social worker for Gwynedd Social Services – in the community which housed Ty’r Felin, the children’s home in Bangor where children were severely abused and trafficked to Dolphin Square in London and other locations (see post ‘Are You Local?’). Meri was appointed Head of a Dept in the University, with over one hundred staff, but by the time that she’d finished with the Dept some six years later there was nothing left but a stack of workplace bullying complaints. Meri had previously been employed at Coleg Normal, following her glorious years in Gwynedd Social Services…

Roy Evans came from Ceredigion and was a graduate of Swansea University. He spent 26 years at Cardiff University, where he became Professor of Civil and Structural Engineering. Evans served as Deputy Principal at Cardiff University for four years before his appointment as VC of Bangor. He was a Welsh Supernumerary Fellow of Jesus College, Oxford for the academic year 1998/9. So Roy Evans was Of The Paedophiles’ Friends.

 

The VC of Bangor before Roy Evans was Professor Eric Sunderland. I mentioned Eric Sunderland in my post ‘A Vampire In Glyndwr University!’. Eric took over from paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans as VC in 1984. Eric was not aggressive and confrontational like Sir Charles; neither did he make a point of declaring war on Welsh speakers. By the time that Eric Sunderland retired, the official story was that he had been a successful VC, had healed many of the rifts caused by Charles Evans and was a generally well-liked and well-respected man. One of those from the past described Eric to me as ‘an officer and a gentleman’. Eric Sunderland took over as VC just before I graduated and I met him again years later at a University function – he was very nice to chat with, he wasn’t a rude pompous git like so many.

I was told by a number of people that Eric Sunderland and his wife felt greatly snubbed because Eric wasn’t given a knighthood. People at Bangor used to wonder whether Eric had enemies in high places that no-one knew about. In my post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’ I speculated that Eric didn’t get a knightood because he wasn’t a paedophiles’ friend. Sadly I have had to revise my opinion of Professor Sunderland. It would appear that he was fully on board the bandwagon with the paedophiles’ friends.

Before Eric retired as VC, he was appointed Chairman of the Local Boundary Commission. He held the role from 1994-01. So Eric was one of those who decided that Clwyd County Council would disappear in a puff of smoke in 1996, days after the Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974 was submitted (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). One of Eric’s partners in crime who assisted in this piece of witchcraft was Ronnie’s mate John Griffith Williams QC, who was assistant commissioner to the Local Gov’t Boundary Commission, 1994-2000.

So Eric was appointed Chairman of the Boundary Commission at a most fortuitous time. He also retired at a most fortuitous time as well, in terms of a key ally of the paedophiles who wanted to continue to look like Mr Clean. No-one ever told me why Eric retired as VC. He remained fit and healthy until shortly before he died in 2010 and he continued in public life and remained deeply involved with Bangor University until his final years. It wasn’t as if he was knackered and put out to grass. Furthermore, Eric and his wife continued to live on Anglesey, they didn’t move away from north Wales.

Eric clocked up a few other roles in north Wales that are usually only given to paedophiles’ friends. He was High Sheriff of Gwynedd, 1998-99 and Lord Lieutenant, 1999-2006. In addition Eric was a member of the Welsh Language Education Development Committee, 1987-94, the British Council, 1990-2001, the Court of Governors of the National Museum of Wales, 1991-94 and the Broadcasting Council for Wales, 1996-2000.

Eric Sunderland was Chairman of the Welsh Chamber Orchestra, Vice-President of the Welsh Music Guild, Patron of Artworks Wales and Chairman of the Gregynog Press in the 1980s.

Eric’s obituary in the Indie stated that ‘Few who witnessed the results of the referendum on Welsh Devolution late on the night of 18 September 1997 will forget the evident relish with which Professor Eric Sunderland, the Chief Counting Officer, announced that the Yes campaign had won by a slim but sufficient majority of 6,721 votes and that the proposal to establish a National Assembly was therefore approved by the people of Wales…the excitement and historic significance of the occasion, together with the Professor’s beaming face, have entered the iconography of recent Welsh politics. It was as if Wales had scored a winning drop-goal in the closing minutes of an international rugby match and the roar was deafening; it gave him special satisfaction that the very last Yes result, which clinched the matter, came from Carmarthenshire, his native county’.

That was the Carmarthenshire which hosted a paedophile ring going back decades which was linked to the gang which dominated public life in north Wales.

Eric was born near Ammanford and went from Amman Valley Grammar School to the University College of Wales, Aberystwyth – a college which like Bangor, was run by paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). He then did his PhD at University College, London. After military service, Eric worked for a year as a research scientist with the Coal Board, but took his first academic post in 1958 as a lecturer in the Anthropology department of Durham University, where in due course he was appointed Professor and Head of Department in 1971. Eric also served as Pro-Vice-Chancellor from 1979-84.

The paedophiles’ friends of north Wales had links with Durham University – particularly the botanists at Durham – and those involved with medicine in Durham/Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. The paedophile ring in the north east of England was swapping personnel with the one in north Wales and enormous numbers of children in care in the north east were sent to children’s homes in north Wales (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends’). Blair’s constituency was in Durham and many more of his closest political allies had their constituencies in the north east.

Eric’s obituary noted that with regard to his position as VC, ‘despite some gratifying achievements, Sunderland had to preside over a raft of administrative problems, not least those having to do with funding cuts by the UGC, and some hard choices about whether to maintain teaching in certain disciplines. This he did with sympathy and common sense and always with regard for the human cost involved. Despite his warm engagement with people, he had a tough inner core which stood him in good stead in the piranha pools of academe. That the college survived the troubled years of the 1970s and 1980s and the financial stresses of the 1990s was in large measure due to him and his senior officers.’

I have mentioned before on the blog that Thatcher’s henchman of the UGC Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer intended to close Bangor University down in the mid-1980s, but legend has it that after a meeting with PVC Prof Alwyn Roberts, the notoriously intransigent Swinnerton-Dyer uncharacteristically changed his mind. I suspect that Alwyn Roberts reminded Swinnerton-Dyer that the institution was crawling with people who knew about the sex trafficking ring supplying underaged kids to people in high places, including Thatcher’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison and that some people employed within, such as those in the Student Health Centre, were part of the trafficking ring.

One person whose empire boomed during Eric Sunderland’s tenure was that of Prof Fergus Lowe…

Eric’s obituary mentioned that in 1986, he published the volume ‘Genetic and Population Studies in Wales’ which was co-authored by Peter S. Harper. Prof Harper taught me when I was an undergrad. He was one of the ecologists who made the Plant Biology Dept in Bangor famous for that discipline. Many years later a retired academic from Bangor told me that Harper’s work was nearly all plagiarised or lifted directly from his PhD students. Eric may have been a man of many talents, but I’m not aware that he had that much expertise in plant population biology. So I wonder what the story was behind his volume co-authored with Harper. Is there an angry former PhD student out there somewhere who knew that he’d been ripped off by his supervisor and the VC?

Before I left north Wales I was told that it was discovered that Eric was about to be offered a knighthood, but he died before then. The obvious question is why did the Paedophiles’ Friends at HQ make Eric wait to so long for his K? The cynical observation is that Eric lived to a ripe old age and someone could well have been holding out knowing that he would be dead before the long expected K would be given. Paedophilia HQ is like that – they don’t hesitate to shaft those who have loyally served as paedophiles’ friends…

Former members of Bangor University staff who know something about the crimes of the paedophiles’ friends who worked in the University in the 1980s include the lecturer Terry Thomas. Terry Thomas worked in the Agriculture Dept under the toxic Prof J.B. Owen (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Terry Thomas was a member of Prof Richard Howarth’s group – the Richard Howarth who somehow found his way into Thatcher’s circle as an advisor (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). Just when so many of his colleagues were facilitating that trafficking ring which supplied kids to Thatcher’s friend Peter Morrison… Then Richard Howarth mysteriously disappeared from view in the 1990s.

Terry Thomas ended up in a spat with Bangor University and won a case of unfair dismissal. The press reports were bizarre. It was conceded that Thomas had been ‘bullied’, that his name had been ‘blackened’ and that he had been unfairly dismissed, yet at the same time Thomas admitted that he had a reputation for ‘boorish’ behaviour, had poured drinks over people’s heads in pubs and that most people hated him.

Terry Thomas joined Bangor University in 1972. He won his case against the University in 2004.

OK then Terry, what did the former secretary in the Agri Dept – Mary Wynch – find out about that caused her to be targeted by Dafydd and the paedophiles and subsequently ruined by Michael Howard and the Home Office? And what were the reasons behind your difficulties at Bangor? The paedophiles’ friends do blacken people’s names, they even boast about it, but you and Howarth were a pair of mediocrities who did very, very well for yourselves until the early-mid 1990s. When Peter Morrison left Parliament and was then found dead.

Someone who will know what was behind Terry Thomas’s troubles is Dr David Wright, who also spent his career in the Agri Dept. David Wright was not the mad incompetent that some of his colleagues were and it was obvious that he used to despair of them, but he’s never blown the whistle on what they were getting up to. David Wright will also have the key to the shenanigans in the University library and why the librarians wielded so much power – at the same time as being as obnoxious and as bloody minded as possible – because he was in a relationship with one of them.

Now for yet another person who knew someone who was destroyed by the paedophiles’ friends – step forward Emeritus Professor Peter Field of the School of English in Bangor. Please can you tell us why your colleague Dave Nunn was targeted in the early 1990s and ended up being kicked around and neglected by Dafydd and the Top Doctors, before disappearing off the planet after he read some very incriminating documentation submitted to Liverpool High Court by Dafydd in Nov 1994 in order to obtain a High Court injunction against me (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

 

Another person who could illuminate the criminality in north Wales of the 1980s and 90s is Sarah Horton. Sarah Horton was a member of the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team. Someone who witnessed some of what happened to me knew Sarah Horton socially and told her that they were watching what was going on and were very concerned. Sarah Horton told them that she couldn’t comment because it was ‘confidential’. No it wasn’t Sarah, I was being lied about in open court by your colleagues, I and my friends were being threatened and furthermore your colleagues were openly gossiping about me in the locality. Before my acquaintance challenged Sara Horton over the Arfon Team’s abuse of me, Sarah told them that Jackie Brandt – one of those who perjured herself in an attempt to have me imprisoned (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’) – was so damaged herself that she should never have been working in mental health. But I don’t think that any of them should have been.

A number of people told me that Sarah Horton was much more competent than her colleagues and was not abusive. Sadly, like so many who were not abusers but worked with abusers, Sarah remained silent.

 

A reader of this blog has very kindly sent me something for which I have been searching for a while – a recording of Dafydd Iwan’s tribute song to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones! At least we think that’s what it is – it is a recording of Dafydd Iwan warbling away on a track entitled ‘Dr Alan’. I suspect that whoever labelled it couldn’t cope with a Welsh name and that it is ‘Dr Alun’.

I note that the hit Dr Alun was released in 1991. Which was the year in which Dr Alun colluded with his fellow ENGLISH crooks in St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital – who were incredibly anti-Welsh – to sack and then imprison me. It was also the year in which my friend who worked for the ENGLISH Royal Television Society and who wanted to make a documentary about what had happened to me at the hands of Dr Alun was unlawfully dismissed by the ENGLISH people who ran the RTS – the top of the tree being Sir Paul Fox, the ENGLISH media executive who was a big mate of the ENGLISH Thatch.

In 1991, the first police investigation into the presence of a possible paedophile ring in north Wales was launched.

Yma O Hyd! Well Dr Alun is definitely still here, he’s running CAIS with Lucille.

 

It was in the early 1990s that Professor Mark Williams, then a clinical psychologist working with the paedophiles’ friends at the Hergest Unit and in the Arfon CMHT, started noticing that Mindfulness was producing stunning results among the mental health patients.

Mark Williams

 

How about another tribute song Dafydd Iwan? Some of the highest suicide rates in the UK were found among cohorts in north Wales, surely that’s worth a ballad full of passion.

 

I mentioned in a recent post that in the wake of all the dreadful publicity regarding Tawel Fan that I was expecting a good news offensive by the paedophiles’ friends in the media, some sort of PR piece about the quaint and traditional ways of the folk in Gwynedd. A news report was released claiming that the cancer treatment waiting times in Wales are the best in the UK – the report forgot to mention however that survival rates are far from the best in the UK – and I thought ‘oh that’s the obligatory PR piece following a paedophiles’ friends-related scandal’.

However I was wrong. The cancer waiting times story was just the usual NHS press release designed to detract from the ongoing disasters. The REAL bit of PR was broadcast on Radio 4 late on Saturday evening. It was a programme about Cynghanedd (a type of Welsh verse) featuring Twm Morys and others who have excelled at the National Eisteddfod. Twm won the Chair at the Eisteddfod himself some years ago and is a well-known Welsh writer and musician. Twm is an Aber graduate but was born in Oxford and went to Shrewsbury School.

The Radio 4 programme on Cynghanedd was interesting and Twm did a good job of explaining Cynghanedd and the techniques used in that style of verse. Twm might be an excellent writer and musician but he is no sociologist. Twm went to considerable trouble to explain to the middle class English listeners of Radio 4 that Cynghanedd is an ancient art which is the focus of a lively social scene in Wales and pulls the nation together, as people from all walks of life meet in canolfans and pubs to write Cynghanedd.

Twm knows as well as I do that is one hell of a porkie.

Even in north west Wales where Twm lives which has the highest proportion of people in Wales who speak Welsh, Cynghanedd is a very elite minority sport. Yes there are people who love Cynghanedd, but Cynghanedd, even for those with a high degree of literacy in Welsh, is notoriously hard to write. That is why prizes are awarded for it at the National Eisteddfod. Cynghanedd is not like knitting, it is difficult.

Cynghanedd is difficult for most Welsh speakers, but for Englishers who have learnt Welsh it is damn near impossible. This was brought home to me when I worked at Bangor University and a row broke out regarding the abilities – or lack of them – of an American member of staff who had learnt Welsh as a second language and had then been appointed to a position in the University with responsibility for teaching Welsh writing. This man’s conversational Welsh was good, but his Welsh was nowhere near good enough to teach Welsh writing. Another member of staff employed in the same dept was livid and made the point that it is very hard for people who have learnt Welsh as a second language to ever master the art of, for example, Cynghanedd. Who was the person who said this? It was Llion Iwan, son of Dafydd Iwan.

I thought that Llion had a salient point, but the scrap was taking place in a different dept to the one in which I worked so I wasn’t involved. However I did know that Llion Iwan had been treated very badly by the obnoxious woman who was at that time Head of School. There was only really one person who defended Llion and who was angry and concerned at the way in which he was being mistreated. That was a Jewish lecturer who has now learnt Welsh but at that time had not…

When Twm Morys says that people across Wales are coming together and writing Cynghanedd, what he means is that a very small number of academics and poets whose first language is Welsh are coming together and writing Cynghanedd… There are very few people doing it, even in Y Fro Gymraeg.

Twm told Radio 4 that he ‘even knew of a nurse’ who was writing Cynghanedd. It always helps to mention an Angel if one wants to make a point. If Twm really does know an Angel who writes Cynghanedd, he’ll have noticed her because she’ll be the only Angel doing it among all those Professors of Welsh literature. His use of the word ‘even’ does rather give the game away… Twm has met a talking platypus.

Readers in England might not know who Twm Morys is. He has a famous mum who is also a very well-known writer – Jan Morris. Jan Morris used to be a man called James Morris. As well as being a famous travel writer, James Morris worked for ‘The Times’ and was a member of the successful 1953 Everest expedition. Which was of course was led by Sir Charles Evans, Top Doctor and former VC of Bangor University for all those years when the paedophiles’ friends ran the place…

Jan Morris is a friend of Dr Christine Evans, a retired surgeon from Ysbyty Gwynedd, who is known to be sympathetic to patients requesting gender realignment surgery. I can understand why Jan Morris admires Dr Chris, but there is another much bigger cohort whom Dr Chris does not give a stuff about – mental health patients. When Dr Chris was head honcho of the Betsi Community Health Council  – yes, the ‘patients voice’ of north Wales was that of a retired surgeon – Dr Chris and her minions ignored the most serious complaints from mental health patients. I know because I wrote some of them, on behalf of myself and others.

Dr Chris doubled up as a Prestatyn Councillor. She was good enough to write a blog in which she fessed up that her reason for taking a leading role in the CHC was to prevent cuts to the vascular surgery service at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, where Dr Chris’s friends worked. A very damning report had been compiled by the Royal College of Surgeons which stated that vascular surgery at YGC was poor and that surgeons were prioritising their own interests above those of their patients. As is the habit of the paedophiles’ friends.

Yma O Hyd! I can feel a bit of Cynghanedd coming over me…

 

Other news has been the death of Dennis Nilson, the Muswell Hill Strangler, in prison. I blogged about the case of Dennis Nilson in my post ‘An Appalling Vista’. The allegations concerning the sheer number of people allegedly murdered by Dennis Nilson and his methods and reasons for murdering them were almost entirely a result of speculation by ‘expert witnesses’ who ‘assessed’ him. Some of them were the very same people who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles’ when they were called upon to ‘assess’ me shortly after they ‘assessed’ Nilson. Dennis Nilson may have been a mass murderer as far as I know. But I do know that the people upon whose evidence he was convicted and sentenced were a bunch of lying crooks who were concealing very serious crime.

Dennis is now dead so the truth about his crimes and comments to those experts will never be known. I doubt that the truth about his death will be either, sex offenders tend to die in prison if someone thinks that someone might be about to ask questions about their crimes. Frank Beck – Greville Janner’s friend who was imprisoned for sexually abusing kids in care in Leicestershire – went that way, as did Ralph Morris, the headmaster of Castle Hill School in Ludlow who was imprisoned for abusing his pupils. Castle Hill School was located nearby to establishments which employed a lot of staff who had worked in the Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales.

Unfortunate deaths of key witnesses at a crucial time do not only happen in prisons. Matt Arnold, the headmaster of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’ on 9 June 1994. On 12 June 1994 the trial of Arnold’s colleague Peter Howarth, along with that of Paul Wilson, for the sexual abuse of boys in care in north Wales opened.

 

The Mail Online reported that the police are investigating possible sex offences committed in the 1970s and 80s by the son of a former Black Rod, who told the Mail that he ‘gave up spanking little boys years ago’. Black Rod’s son reminisced in detail about a place in central London known as the ‘Meat Rack’ where rent boys of 14 and 15 would congregate, whilst punters picked the ones that they liked the look of. Some of those kids will have come from children’s homes in north Wales. The police are obviously taking their duties to protect children from abusers seriously – the son of the former Black Rod is now 78 years old…. The police have certainly been quick off the mark there.

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BBC New Online reported today that the ‘MI5 Chief’ Andrew Parker has given a speech to ‘security chiefs’ in Berlin and told them that ‘Russia is trying to undermine European democracies’. Can I remind Mr Parker that one reason why the police are now making a half-hearted attempt to investigate a 78 year old man who gave up spanking little boys years ago was that when that man was doing the spanking, the security services and every other state agency protected that man as well as the people who supplied him with kids in care to spank, rather than the kids in care.

Dafydd and Lucille are still alive and kicking in north Wales Mr Parker, although as with the 78 yr old son of Black Rod, there is not a great deal of point in anyone prosecuting them now. However I really do wish that your officers would get themselves out to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, excavate the site and retrieve the bodies that are out there.

 

The Windbag has been in the media, but I didn’t waste time following what he said in detail. I think that he is banging on about the shortcomings of Jeremy Corbyn again. Only someone who achieved as much success in the role of Labour Party leader as the Windbag did is in a position to level criticism at other leaders. I saw something about a public sector workers march through London as well, I glimpsed a few photos in the media of huge banners with UNITE and UNISON emblazoned upon them and I realised that it was the paedophiles’ friends on the offensive again. They ought to get together with the Windbag like they did in the 1980s and 90s and the Windbag could yell ‘Nurses! Nurses!’ and ‘Save Our NHS’ down a megaphone. It was such a successful strategy back then wasn’t it…

The Labour Party are scrapping with each other like there’s no tomorrow. Baroness Shami Chakrabarti is demanding that Red Ken should be kicked out of the Labour Party. Red Ken did of course know about the kids being supplied to Westminster by Dafydd et al. As did Shami – indeed Shami’s predecessors at the NCCL (including you Harriet) campaigned with paedophiles’ rights organisations. Jeremy knew too. As did the Windbag. And of course St Tessa, who has just turned her toes up, spent her early career at the heart of the paedophiles and their friends. There will be a tribute to St Tessa of the Inspirational Sex Traffickers posted on the blog soon.

 

Cry, The Beloved Country

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1991-93: Management Accounts, Barts NHS Trust

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

A whole extended family of paedophiles’ friends there.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova.

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

Ronnie Waterhouse also took holidays with Leon and Diana Brittan.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

 

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

 

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

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

Caaaaam on….

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

Anyone for concealing child abuse?

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Want more Top Docs? Caaaaam on….

 

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Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?

Now that Carwyn has announced his intention to stand down as FM in the autumn, Rhodri’s long term buddy and Spad, the paedophiles’ friend Mark Drakeford, has declared his intention to run for FM. So I thought that in this post I would return to the subject of Rhodri’s doings – whilst he was being advised by Drakeford – as described in his own words in that rather incriminating autobiography of his, ‘Rhodri: A Political Life In Wales And Westminster’.

Previous posts of mine discussed Rhodri’s career before he became FM, so now I’ll take a look at a few of the events after Rhodri became leader of Welsh Labour and FM in Feb 2000.

 

Within two weeks of becoming First Secretary (FM), Rhodri’s officials demanded a £1 million payment from the coffers of the Welsh Gov’t to the Richard Rogers Partnership. Richard Rogers, a mate of Blair’s, designed the building at Cardiff Bay which now houses the Senedd. The saga of Richard Rogers and the construction of the building that now houses the Senedd was a standing joke in Wales.

Ron Davies, the then Secretary of State for Wales, announced on 13 March 1998 that an international competition would be held to select the design of the building for the debating chamber. RIBA Competitions would oversee the competition and a design panel would recommend a design to the Secretary of State for Wales, ie. Ron. The Design Competition Advisory Panel was Chaired by Jim Callaghan. Callaghan and four members of the panel were appointed by Ron Davies and the remaining two members were appointed by the RIBA. Ron wanted a building ‘to capture the imagination of the Welsh people’ and the criteria of the competition was that the building should have a price tag of no more than £12 million including fees.

Richard Rogers Partnership (RRP) were announced as the lucky winner just ten days after the closing date for designs – 55 architects had originally shown an interest – after a unanimous decision of the Advisory Panel. Eleven days after Ron announced that RRP would be the project’s architects, Ron resigned as Secretary of State after having been caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common with Boogie (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

It was planned that the outline design would be completed by June 1999, and a detailed design completed by Feb 2000. Construction of the building was due to begin in Nov 2000 and be completed in April 2001. Rhodri replaced Alun Michael as First Secretary on 15 Feb 2000 and on 22 March 2000 Morgan stopped all work on the project to carry out a complete review. The decision to stop the project was supported by a vote in the National Assembly on 6 April 2000.

The review was carried out by the Assembly’s Management Services Division, the Property Advisors to the Civil Estate and Symonds Group Ltd. They considered the following options: cancel the project, continue with the existing design, design a building on Site 1E, improve the existing debating chamber, construct a small one in the courtyard of Crickhowell House and relocate to Cardiff City Hall. On 21 June 2000 it was agreed that the original proposal using the RRP design should proceed. Why Rhodri stopped the process and after a few months of farting around began everything again using RRP and the original plan I do not know.

An international competition was held to select the main contractor. It was advertised in the Official Journal of the European Community – which was where the advert for the Design Competition had been placed – and in Dec 2000, Skanska Ltd was selected as the main contractor. Edwina Hart, the Minister for Finance, Local Government and Communities, approved the final project design on 18 Jan 2001 and by 1 March 2001, a ceremony took place to mark the beginning of construction.

Six months after construction had begun and with only the piling and a temporary road around the site having been completed, Hart announced on 17 July 2001 that the National Assembly had terminated the contract of RRP. She said that despite the termination of the contract, the debating chamber should still be built to RRP’s design. RRP said of the project that ‘From the outset, RRP has advised that the project could not be built within a construction budget of £13.1 M due to client changes, the political requirement to use indigenous materials at any cost and exceptional contractor changes. RRP’s advice was consistently ignored. It is plainly untrue for the Finance Minister to assert that RRP underestimated the costs.’ Hart said she stopped the project because of the ‘significant underestimates in the cost plan prepared by RRP’, and that RRP ‘had hidden costs from the Assembly’.

I am wondering whether – as with the NHS in north Wales when she was Health Minister – Edwina knew the scale of the wrongdoing so put the boot in, only to find herself compromised in some way and then had to retreat.

A legal dispute then arose between RRP, who were claiming £529,000 in fees and the National Assembly, who were claiming £6.85 M in damages. On 10 Dec 2001 RRP requested an appointment of an adjudicator from the Construction Industry Council to resolve the issue. The adjudication took place in Feb 2002 and ruled that RRP was entitled to £448,000 of its claim, while the National Assembly was not entitled to any of the damages they had claimed.

In August 2001, the National Assembly appointed Francis Graves Ltd as the project managers, to review the whole project up until the termination of the RRP contract and to propose how the project should progress in the future. They reported that the ‘lines of accountability were complex and insufficiently clear’, that no project costs were obtained by the National Assembly, independent of RRP, until Dec 2000 and that the project ‘was highly susceptible to cost over runs’. The report recommended that the National Assembly appoint project managers – which they did when they appointed Schal International Management Ltd (part of Carillion) in May 2002. Northcroft Group Ltd were appointed as a subcontractor, responsible for cost management and they reported directly to Schal. Schal reported to a Project Board, who reported to the Minister for Finance, Local Government and Communities. The Project Board was made up of National Assembly and Welsh Government officials and a representative from Schal.

The Welsh Government decided that a fixed-price contract would be used for the second phase of construction. The overall aim was to ‘deliver a landmark building…to time, to an appropriate quality and within budget’. On 23 Oct 2002 an invitation to tender was issued through the Official Journal of the European Community, that journal having come up trumps on the two previous occasions on which it was used for tendering purposes.

Eight companies expressed an interest and the Welsh Assembly Government negotiated a fixed-price contract with Taylor Woodrow for £48.2 M. The contract was signed between Taylor Woodrow and Rhodri on 1 July 2003 and construction began for a second time on 4 August 2003. Taylor Woodrow were involved with the Channel Tunnel consortium so obviously WAG had been sufficiently impressed by the major problems and the appalling safety record – including the deaths of workers – during the construction of the Channel Tunnel to ask Taylor Woodrow to build the People’s Senedd. 

Construction of the Senedd ended on 7 Feb 2006. The Senedd was opened by HM Lilibet, Phil the Greek, Prince Charles and Camilla on 1 March 2006, St David’s Day. There is a nice photo of the opening available featuring Lilibet, Richard Rogers and Rhodri’s mate, the paedophiles’ friend Sue Essex (for the lowdown on Sue see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

Two years after the bash with Lilibet et al, Taylor Woodrow Construction were fined £200,000 and ordered to pay costs of £71,400, after being prosecuted by the HSE at Cardiff Crown Court. The breach contributed to the death of John Walsh, a foreman working for a subcontractor of Taylor Woodrow. The accident occurred on 14 March 2004 and was due to a cavity wall that Mr Walsh was filling collapsing on him, even though Taylor Woodrow Construction had recognised the risks before the contract had begun. Judge Neil Bidder QC said that ‘No-one seriously disputes it was an unsafe construction’.

The cost of the Senedd increased from £12M in 1997 to £69.6M in 2006. In a report published in March 2008 by the Wales Audit Office the reason for the difference between the two costs given was that the original estimate of £12M was not based on any detailed design of the final requirements of the building. Extra costs of the building were due to unforeseen security measures after the 11 Sept attacks in the United States. Or so it was claimed. I suspect that the paedophiles’ friends were flattering themselves if they believed that international terrorists would ever bother to fly a plane into their debating chamber to destroy them. A lot of people probably would have liked to have blown them to smithereens, but the kids in care and psych patients were penniless and drugged into oblivion by the Top Docs, it’s not as if any of them would have been in a position to cause mass death and destruction down at Cardiff Bay.

So Rhodri handed over a great deal more than £1 million to Richard Rogers, although he only mentioned the £1 million in his book. The death of John Walsh was a well-kept secret as well.

 

However Rhodri did have a fright in 2001 when he believed that someone was trying to kill him. He was sent flour in the post and there was a major scare because everybody thought that the white powder was anthrax. Why this conclusion was drawn was not made clear. Rhodri explains in his book that his right hand man Lawrence Conway – who had spent a lifetime in the Welsh Office concealing the crimes of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles – kept it all very quiet when it happened. Publicity did follow though when the man behind the ‘anthrax’ was put on trial at Cardiff Crown Court. The person concerned was a former chemistry teacher, Nicholas Roberts. Roberts had sent flour to a number of other people, including Jan Morris, the travel writer who in her previous incarnation as James Morris was a member of the 1953 Everest team which contained Sir Charles Evans. Evans was the Top Doctor who was Principal of UCNW (Bangor University) whilst many staff who facilitated the sex trafficking gang led by Dafydd and the paedophiles were employed in that institution. Jan Morris is equally famous as one of the first people in the UK who underwent gender realignment. Jan is big mates with a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).

Media reports of the trial of Nicholas Roberts suggest that a lot went unsaid, or at least unreported. Nicholas stated that his sending flour through the post was a work of art. I know artists who do take this view of such things and after all there have been movements like Dada, which produced Marcel Duchamp’s ‘Fountain’ in 1917 – a gents’ urinal – and in 1920, Cologne’s Early Spring Exhibition was set in a pub and involved people walking past urinals whilst being read lewd poetry by a woman in communion dress. Of course the biggest act of Dada began in 1998, when Ron Davies kicked off that competition to build the Senedd…

The judge, John Griffith Williams QC, obviously didn’t understand Dada. He described Nicholas Roberts as a ‘very strange man indeed’ and stated that the sending of flour through the post had to be taken very seriously because Nicholas Roberts was a former chemistry teacher. No, I don’t follow John Griffith’s logic either.

It was reported that Mr Roberts had previous in terms of throwing eggs at Lilibet’s car on a Royal Visit to Cardiff and spraying road signs black because they were in English and not Welsh . So it sounded to me as though Mr Roberts was a man who protested about things.

What was not mentioned in Court or in the media reports was that Nicholas Roberts was well-known in Grangetown in Cardiff as the drag queen Gorgeous Gertie and there was much hilarity that Gorgeous Gertie had freaked Rhodri’s office out and that Lawrence Conway was trying to keep it quiet.

I am wondering why a drag queen prone to public protests felt like frightening an FM who had been previously accused of kerb crawling in the Grangetown area as well as a high profile transgender writer who was mates with some of the paedophiles’ friends. Perhaps Rhodri’s cousin Nia who lived in Beddgelert in Gwynedd might know.

Gorgeous Gertie paid a high price for his act of Dada. He was sentenced to two and a half years in prison. You can’t be too careful with former chemistry teachers. Or indeed drag queens who knew who was doing what in the red light district down the road from the workplace of Rhodri and his colleagues whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway.

 

Rhodri’s book sheds light on another matter that intrigued me as well. As the North West Wales NHS Trust slowly sunk underneath the weight of the scandals and the patient deaths and Edwina Hart, in her capacity as Health Minister, announced that she was going to abolish the Trust, Martin Jones the Trust CEO and Elfed Roberts, the Chairman of the Trust, began to go particularly mad as described in previous posts. Martin and Elfed caused great confusion by refusing to tell NHS staff what was going on and indeed a number of Trust staff did not believe that the Trust was going to be dissolved and that a new CEO and Chairman were to be appointed. Just before Martin and Elfed turned into pumpkins at the wave of Edwina’s magic wand, a new hospital was opened in Porthmadog, Ysbyty Alltwen. There was a PR piece in the local newspaper accompanied by a photo of Edwina and what was very obviously Martin and Elfed at the opening ceremony, labelled ‘Edwina Hart and some local people’. I was told that this was another signal to the masses that Martin and Elfed were about to be removed from their positions.

Everybody wondered why Ysbyty Alltwen had been built. It was a small hospital without many services, had been built at a time when the NHS was in deep, deep shit financially and because it was run and staffed by the paedophiles’ friends, was just as bad as the other NHS facilities in north Wales. I lived five miles down the road from Ysbyty Alltwen at one point and on one occasion I suffered an injury to my face when my – sizeable  – dog jumped up suddenly and bashed me in the mouth with his head by accident. As blood poured and teeth wobbled, my friend helped me phone Ysbyty Alltwen – which advertised itself as having an A&E. The Angel whom we spoke to was so fucking rude to us that she made it clear that if I actually went to Ysbyty Alltwen I would not be receiving treatment. The friend who listened to the Angel was a student nurse herself, so we decided to stay at my place whilst she helped me sort out the injury. From what I remember, I didn’t even give that Angel my name, so for once the hostility and flat refusal to do their job wasn’t personal. It was just another fucking dreadful Angel who knew that she could speak to the general public like this and in the event of a complaint there would be no investigation and no comeback.

Just after Ysbyty Alltwen was opened,  a man who lived in one of the houses virtually opposite the hospital murdered his wife and family. Press reports constructed it as a domestic violence case. The man concerned had in fact become seriously mentally ill and was supposedly under the care of the mental health services at the time. His wife and neighbours had begged for more help for him and all of them maintained that he had been a gentle devoted husband and father who had changed out of all recognition. Their pleas were ignored and by the time that he massacred his family, no-one from the mental health services had even seen him for weeks.

 

Rhodri’s book explained why a few more million was spent on a hospital that wasn’t needed and was staffed by the usual awkward bastards from the day that it opened. It was the result of a deal struck between Edwina Hart – who was then the Finance Minister – and Dafydd Wigley, the AM for Caernarfon – in order to get the Assembly’s first budget passed. So Dafydd Wigley – who for decades had lived in the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends but ‘didn’t know’ what a paedophile was (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’) – could boast to his constituents that he had secured a new hospital. A new hospital staffed by the same sort of lethal fuckwits who were slaughtering Lord Wigley’s constituents but as there was never any investigations, the relatives of the dead could prove nothing. Anyone who could read data sets however just had to look at the suicide rate for north west Wales and the dreadful health outcomes to know that something was going seriously wrong. The highest mortality rates in Europe for many conditions Lord Wigley.

Whilst Edwina and Lord Wigley were doing their dirty deal, Andrew Davies AM was Chief Whip. That’s the Andrew Davies who was the bedfellow of Meri Huws, who formerly worked as a community social worker for Gwynedd Social Services on the Maesgeirchan estate near Bangor. The Ty’r Felin children’s home was on Maesgeirchan. The girls at Ty’r Felin were taken to local pubs and nightclubs by social workers where they were sold for sex – the boys were trafficked to destinations further afield, including Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’). At about the time that the dirty deal was being thrashed out – about the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report – Meri returned from exile in Dublin and was given the job as Head of Lifelong Learning at Bangor University. Over the next few years Meri drove the dept into the ground. Staff were ruthlessly bullied and unlawfully dismissed and a young woman with serious visual impairment was forced out of her job because of her disability. Admittedly she had called Meri a ‘fucking gobshite’, but that was after disability discrimination and severe provocation. She could probably have used the defence of ‘fair comment’, but having learning difficulties and never having travelled much further than her home town of Caernarfon (Lord Wigley’s constituency), she probably didn’t know that the legal precedent had been set in the court case involving Derek Jameson aka Sid Yobboe and ‘Private Eye’ years previously.

Whilst Meri was Head of Lifelong Learning, Lifelong Learning offered ‘courses’ in partnership with CAIS, the charity Chaired by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones which numbers Lucille Hughes, Meri’s former boss at Gwynedd Social Services, as a Trustee.

Before going into exile in Dublin, Meri spent a few years employed at that other home for paedophiles’ friends, Bangor Normal College. The Normal College was the teacher training college in Bangor, which eventually merged with Bangor University.

Whilst Meri was causing havoc at Bangor University, during one General Election campaign a Professor at Bangor told me that he had met Dafydd Wigley campaigning in Bangor. The Professor expressed his extreme concern to Dafydd Wigley about events at the University and told Wigley that the Welsh-speaking VC was being undermined by a non-Welsh speaking PVC, namely Fergus Lowe. Fungus was using his knowledge of the paedophiles’ friends to cause much trouble. A lot of us had noticed this and had also noticed that the VC was receiving no support at all from people like Dafydd Wigley – the Professor concerned told us that he had hoped that perhaps the Defenders of Language and Nation in Plaid might wake up to what was happening if the problem was couched in such terms. They didn’t. Although Dafydd Wigley did say to the Professor concerned that he knew Meri. The Professor told us that it was difficult not to respond with ‘not in the carnal sense I hope’.

 

I discovered today that Bangor Normal has a famous old boy who had escaped my notice – the actor Windsor Davies, he who found fame in the 70s TV favourite ‘It Ain’t Half Racist Mum’. After learning his trade at the knees of the paedophiles’ friends at Bangor Normal, Windsor worked as a teacher at Mountside School for Boys in Staffordshire. There was a long-standing paedophile ring in Staffordshire which was concealed by numerous people for years. Windsor Davies had a moment of pop stardom in 1975 with a recording of ‘Whispering Grass’ with his co-star Don Estelle from ‘It Ain’t Half Racist Mum’. When I was illegally detained in Seiriol Ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd by Meri Huws’s colleague Jackie Brandt after being threatened by Alun Davies, the ‘entertainment facilities’ for patients – some of whom were held there against their will for months – were two ping pong bats and one ball and one of those poles with a sponge ball attached to a cable, the idea being that people could bat the sponge ball around the pole, as well as an ancient record player. There was only one record available however – it was ‘Whispering Grass’ by Windsor Davies and Don Estelle. I discovered later that the only reason that the patients even got those things as ‘entertainment’ was that there had been absolutely nothing at all, so one of the nurses had brought in some of the things that had belonged to their kids but that the kids had grown out of.

Are you enjoying the subsidised restaurants in the House of Lords then Lord Wigley?

Windsor Davies appeared in numerous films including ‘Murder Most Foul’, ‘Drop Dead Darling’, ‘Carry On Behind’ and ‘Carry On England’. He also appeared in ‘Casualty’.

Windsor starred in a special production of ‘Under Milk Wood’, the cast of which was entirely composed of Welsh actors and actresses who had hit the big time during those years of peak child abuse in Wales, the 60s, 70s and 80s. George Martin – friend of ‘The Beatles’ and one who was involved in boosting the metamorphosis of the offsping of the paedophiles’ friends into international rock stars during the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’) – arranged the production and another star was Nerys Hughes, who found fame  as the posh one in ‘The Liver Birds’. Nerys’s mother in ‘The Liver Birds’ was played by Mollie Sugden, who was rather better known for her adventures with her pussy in ‘Are You Being Served?’

Nerys was brought up in Rhyl and went to Howell’s School in Denbigh. Nerys’s mum and dad were Myfi and Ted Kerfoot-Hughes. There was a solicitor in Flintshire called Kerfoot-Roberts whom Ronnie Waterhouse was big mates with and who started Waterhouse on his career in law, but I don’t know if he had any links with Nerys Hughes’s family. Nerys Hughes and her clan will probably have known Ronnie and co because every one of them was an enthusiastic Eisteddfodwr. Nerys still has many relatives in north Wales, including her sister Eleanor Parry who lives in Deganwy with husband Roland. Eleanor’s son, Nerys’s nephew, is Rev Robert Parry, a Welsh Minister in Wrexham. Nerys’s family took their Methodism seriously and in interviews Nerys has talked about the excellent start in life that they gave her. She has paid tribute to her ‘good family’. They seem to have ignored a great deal of unpleasantness around them though Nerys.

Nerys played the lead role in ‘The District Nurse’ and back in 1970 played bit parts in films ‘A Severed Head’ and ‘A Girl Like You’. Nerys is married to TV cameraman Patrick Turley. Presumably between them they did come across the name ‘Jimmy Savile’ at some point in their careers – as I suspect Nerys will have come across the names ‘Gwynne and Dafydd’ when she was young.

Nerys was a regular on ‘Call My Bluff’ in the 1980s, appearing alongside Robert Robinson, Frank Muir and that one who had a very bad stammer. Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie performed a send up of ‘Call My Bluff’, where some of the words involved were ‘insufferable’, ‘smug’, ‘pompous’ etc. With Nerys on the panel, perhaps Robert Robinson et al could have all had a go at defining words such as ‘paedophile’, ‘lobotomy’, ‘chlorpromazine’ and ‘haloperidol’.

The rock group ‘Half Man Half Biscuit’ released a song called ‘I Hate Nerys Hughes (From The Heart)’ on their album ‘Back in the D.H.S.S.’ Which was where so many of us were thanks to the paedophiles’ friends. Meanwhile the Top Docs and Angels enjoyed holidays in the south of France, the Far East, cruises on the Nile etc. How do I know? Because they used to tell the patients about it. Whilst telling patients that they weren’t budgeting properly when patients told them that they couldn’t afford to pay bills, afford bus fares or in some cases food.

 

Nerys’s nephew the Rev Robert Parry was previously the Minister at Bethel Presbytarian Church of Wales in Birmingham. There were numerous connections between Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales and corrupt professional people in the West Midlands. The Rev Parry is now the Minister at Capel Y Groes, Wrexham and was involved in the 2011 National Eisteddfod at Wrexham. If the family are Methodists and live in Deganwy, they will know  paedophiles’ friend Lord Roger Roberts (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

One did not need to be professionally qualified as a Top Doctor or an Angel in north Wales to make a comfortable living from the desperate. I have mentioned in previous posts that the mental health services in north Wales were so bad that by the late 1990s some patients were spending their disability benefits – those that had actually managed to get disability benefits – on various ‘therapists’ specialising in complementary therapies. The complementary therapists were giving free sessions at the MIND Abbey Road Centre in Bangor – which was run and staffed by people who knew all about the abuses of the paedophiles’ friends but who concealed everything that they were told – and once the service users had been fed utter nonsense about the ‘science’ underlying the head massages/root rubbing/ear candles etc and had been convinced that it would help them, sky high prices were charged.

Whilst I took the view that the complementary therapists were a lot less damaging than the sociopaths who staffed the mental health services, there were some very worrying aspects to the phenomenon. Some of the therapists were basically nice people who did not abuse their clients, although they were out of their depth with the problems that their clients brought to them and didn’t always admit this. There were some however who were quite mad – a number of them were to be found at the misleadingly named Well-Being Centre in Caernarfon. Even more worryingly, as with the paedophiles’ friends who ran MIND in Bangor, there was someone in the Well-Being Centre in Caernarfon who was involved with Rape Crisis. The woman from the Well-Being Centre in Caernarfon enthusiastically told me all about her duties at the ‘rape rooms’. Which sounds like something one would have found at the North Wales Hospital frequented by Dafydd. Brown always maintained that it was no coincidence that the paedophiles’ friends were running Rape Crisis in north Wales, no-one could ever have afforded to let anybody competent into the system.

Some of the mad therapists gathered at a Healing Centre in College Road in Bangor. There was one therapist there who was not bonkers like the others – although I think that she must have known all about Dafydd and the paedophiles. She was a former Angel, her father had been a senior member of staff at Bangor University when the paedophiles’ friends ran the place and her ex-husband was a clinical psychologist at Bangor University who had worked at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. She definitely knew how to treat people properly and didn’t mistreat or exploit patients, but she must have known about Dafydd. She had identified Howard Jones –  discussed in my post ‘Counselling, Caring And A Bit Of Identity Fraud…’ –  as being completely unsuitable to be working as a therapist.

There was however another ‘therapist’ who worked in the Healing Centre at College Road who was not only completely unsuitable to be working as any sort of therapist, but who most certainly knew about the paedophile ring – because she used to work in the Ty’r Felin children’s home at Maesgeirchan. Even the Waterhouse Report admitted that Nefyn and June Dodd, who ran Ty’r Felin, seriously abused the children there. Children were punched, kicked, forced to work as free labour in local businesses, kept short of food, sexually assaulted and made to lick Nefyn Dodd’s boots. At the Waterhouse Inquiry, a letter was produced which had been sent to Lucille Hughes in support of June and Nefyn Dodd, whilst Ty’r Felin was under investigation. The letter purported to be from a former resident of Ty’r Felin who was in Risley Remand Centre. The letter was a forgery and Ronnie Waterhouse accepted this. Did Ronnie investigate further? No. He stated that he would ‘ignore’ this key piece of evidence that someone in a prison in England had such a vested interest in ensuring that Nefyn and June Dodd were not held to account that documents were being forged.

I knew the ‘therapist’ who worked at Ty’r Felin well because she used to live near me in Rachub. She freely discussed what a complete bastard Nefyn Dodd was until the Waterhouse Inquiry began. At which point she stated that Dodd was an utter git but ooh no she never saw anything so she couldn’t go to the police with any evidence.

After the Waterhouse Inquiry ended, the fortunes of this woman took a sudden inexplicable turn for the better. She was from a local family and had lived in Rachub for years, as the most hippiest of all the hippies. She was so extreme that most of the hippies did not get on with her that well and kept a safe distance. There was much resentment towards her locally because she had a small boy – who was actually lovely – and would ask people if they could babysit ‘for a couple of hours’ and she would then disappear for literally days. Usually to a festival or a rave, knowing that she had selected a reasonably sane person to babysit and that they would never abandon the little boy. Then she acquired a horse without acquiring the land on which to keep the horse. Not that it mattered – she just put the horse in someone else’s field. And when the farmer kicked the horse out, into someone’s garden no less. A posh garden, with the lawn edged by expensive bricks – the horse trampled the garden and crushed the bricks. However she was able to commune with the horse – who was called Rainbow – and told one of the neighbours that the good thing about Rainbow was that she was a single parent as well and understood such matters. On another occasion she explained to me that one of her friends had experienced a breakdown and had been healed by a dolphin. I thought that this friend must have been off swimming with dolphins, so I asked further and it was explained that the friend in question had never actually met a dolphin but a dolphin ‘got through’ to him telepathically whilst he was ill and it did him the world of good.

So imagine everyone’s surprise when this person constructed herself as a therapist, gained employment at the Healing Centre in College Road, started appearing in Bangor wearing a suit and moved into a very expensive house further down the road at Llanllechid. One of her neighbours – who had been one of those who had babysat for days and nights at a time, who had looked after the therapist and her son when they were ill, supplied meals etc – bumped into her in Bangor and commented that no-one in Rachub had seen her for a while. Whereupon the therapist stated that ‘everybody in Rachub is scum’ and she wasn’t going to bother with them anymore. The neighbour observed to me that the therapist seemed to have forgotten that the rest of Rachub had brought up her son.

Everyone knew that the therapist in question was selfish, exploitative and irresponsible and was certainly no therapist after telling a young woman who’s baby had died as a result of SIDS that the baby had died as a result of the young woman’s ‘karma’, – that was the cause of the Holocaust as well no less – but more importantly from the point of this blog, that therapist who denounced the whole of Rachub as scum witnessed what Nefyn and June Dodd did to those kids at Ty’r Felin.

So Patricia Margaret White aka Pats Reclin aka Isha the Therapist or indeed whatever name that you are using at the moment, would you like to make a police statement admitting what you really witnessed whilst you worked at Ty’r Felin? Because everybody else knew what was happening to those kids. I suspect that Pats was not the only person who was well-rewarded for keeping her mouth shut throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry. The son of hers who was brought up by the scum of Rachub whilst Pats went out and got pissed and stoned for days on end wanted to do medicine. He was bright, but had a disaster with his A levels and had to re-sit the following year. Nonetheless, he still got into Edinburgh onto the medicine degree. I know something about Edinburgh University School of Medicine – they are very elitist, up their own arses in every way possible and do not usually give places to students who have stuffed up their A levels on the first try. Had Pats’ son been at a public school, yes, he might just have wangled a place through nepotism and the old boy network – but he was the son of a mad hippy who was at Friars School in Bangor, it wasn’t Eton.

But of course, as I have mentioned previously, Friars does have an old boy network – the paedophiles’ friends constitute the alumni of Friars School. North Wales is choc full of senior police officers and NHS managers  – such as Elfed Roberts – who went to Friars and some of Bangor’s Top Docs went to school there as well.

Was the success of Pats’ son also related to Pats keeping schtum about events at Ty’r Felin?

The last that the scum living in Rachub heard of Pats, she was in Australia after having spent time at the Findhorn Community. Her son has qualified as a Top Doctor but I don’t know where he is working – he has changed his name.

Pats may also have information about the theft of the Hergest patient F’s child and the fitting up of F (see post ‘Killing Floor – I  Know Cos I Was There!’) as well as the death of Martin, who witnessed it all. Being a creature of raves and festivals in north Wales, Pats was frequenting such events with Jeff Crowther, the psychiatric nursing manager from the Hergest Unit and his friend Gareth Phillips, who also worked at the Hergest Unit. Jeff also attended knees-ups with Mary Vernon, another friend of the family who colluded with Gwynedd Social Services and others to frame F.

Whilst I am naming accessories, I think that a Gwynedd social worker called Amber needs to come forward as well. I saw Amber just before I left Bangor when I was out buying groceries one day. She stood glowering at me as though I had murdered her gran and I asked someone who knew her what the problem was and I was told that ‘she’s working with the Arfon Community Mental Health Team’. I knew Amber in 2000, when she was a social work student. She objected to the presence of another student on the course because he was German and stated that she would not want a bloody German as a social worker. Well Amber, most people wouldn’t want a member of a gang of paedophiles as a social worker but that’s all that was ever on offer in north Wales and now you’ve joined them.

You can intimidate some of the people some of the time Amber, but you can’t intimidate all of the people all of the time. And you lot should not have believed that you could do it to me because it was not going to work. I will be naming all of you now, absolutely all of you. Take a hint and don’t ever, ever try this again with other witnesses.

Amber has also completed a course in complementary therapy!

 

To return to Welsh celebs who somehow ignored a few real horrors on their way up, up and away. The leading role in George Martin’s production of ‘Under Milk Wood’ was occupied by Sir Anthony Hopkins.

Hopkins was born in Port Talbot. He has stated that his father’s working class values have always underscored his life: ‘Whenever I get a feeling that I may be special or different, I think of my father and I remember his hands – his hardened, broken hands’. Being a thespian, Sir Anthony will have calloused hands. To instil discipline, Sir Anthony’s parents insisted he attend  Jones’s West Monmouth Boys’ School in Pontypool. Sir Anthony remained there for five terms and was then educated at Cowbridge Grammar School. He stumbled into acting at 17 with a YMCA group. Sir Anthony’s one line was ‘Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth’. As the lady in the crowd listening to the sermon on the mount in ‘The Life Of Brian’ observed, it’s nice that the meek are getting something because they’ve had a hell of a time.

Sir Anthony maintains that Snowdonia ‘is one of the most beautiful places in the world and Snowdon is the jewel that lies at its heart’. Sir Anthony’s love of Snowdonia has led him to live in Malibu, California in the same way that professional Liverpudlian Cilla had a lorra lorra love for her mansion in Buckinghamshire.

Hopkins was influenced and encouraged by Welsh compatriot Richard Burton – another man from Port Talbot who chose places such as Hampstead and Switzerland as locations in which to live and get pissed – whom he met at the age of 15. Hopkins enrolled at the Royal College of Music and Drama. After his national service, Sir Anthony studied at RADA.

Sir Anthony developed a drink problem but has been sober since 1975. I doubt that he was one of Dafydd’s patients at the North Wales Hospital.

Sir Anthony moved to the US in the late 1970s but returned to London in the late 80s. He relocated to the US once more in the 90s. Interestingly enough, Sir Anthony became a US citizen in 2000, immediately after those few years in which he desperately flagged up his Welsh credentials.

In 1996, Sir Anthony directed an adaptation of Chekov’s ‘Uncle Vanya’,  set in Wales. He became President of the National Trust’s Snowdonia Appeal, raising funds for the preservation of the Snowdonia National Park. In 1998 Sir Anthony donated £1 million towards the £3 million needed to aid the Trust’s efforts in purchasing parts of Snowdon. Prior to the campaign, Hopkins authored Anthony Hopkins’ Snowdonia, which was published in 1995. Hopkins has been a Patron of the YMCA centre for more than 20 years. Hopkins contributed toward the refurbishment of a £2.3 million wing at the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama, named the Anthony Hopkins Centre, which opened in 1999.

So it rather looks as though Sir Anthony discovered and publicised a deep love for his homeland and for Snowdonia in particular at the same time as all that dreadful publicity about a paedophile ring in north Wales which involved famous people and was concealed at the highest levels. Sir Anthony became a US citizen after Ronnie Waterhouse published his cover-up and everyone slept easily once more.

Sir Anthony is probably most well-known for his role as Hannibal Lecter, the cannibalistic psychiatrist in ‘The Silence of the Lambs’. Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) told me that was his favourite film. Francis killed himself after Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, so here’s a reminder of the fallen soldier:

 Well Professor Drakeford – have the lambs stopped screaming?
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It was during the early days of Rhodri’s time as FM, in 2002, when I was arrested and charged with ‘threats to kill’ after I told Alun Davies’s secretary, over the phone, that Davies was a fat idiot (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). Davies maintained that he was terrified of an imminent murderous attack from me. Where was Davies at the time? Walking alone at night in Snowdonia perhaps with me nearby? No. I was in hospital in Bangor and Davies was at a meeting in the National Assembly in Cardiff. Davies made eight or nine calls to the police from the Assembly demanding that I be arrested and charged. I understand that Davies’s first few calls demanded my arrest for calling him a fat idiot, but after he was told by the police that it would be ridiculous to arrest me for such an offence, Davies then rang them again claiming that I’d threatened to kill him and that he and his family were living in fear.

Jane Hutt was Health Minister whilst Davies made those calls. Presumably someone at the National Assembly knew that Davies was making those calls and also knew that not only was he in no danger of being murdered but that he only claimed that he was after his initial attempts at having me arrested for calling him a fat idiot was unsuccessful. Would Jane like to explain exactly what was going on in the Assembly on that day?

Whilst Hutt was Health Minister, Mark Drakeford was her Spad. Drakeford has now announced his intention to stand as a candidate for FM and Hutt has told the BBC that Drakeford as FM would be ‘a blessing for Wales’. Perhaps The Blessing who was once a social worker who’s colleagues facilitated a paedophile gang can remember what was going on in the Assembly on the day that he and Hutt were in the company of Alun Davies whilst Davies lied his arse off to the police and had me arrested.

Not that I was arrested immediately. I was a patient in the Hergest Unit at the time and the police refused to enter the hospital and arrest a patient. So I was discharged and arrested as soon as I got home. Which took a while because I was discharged with no money and no transport and had to hitch hike back to my place in Snowdonia.

The Top Doc who facilitated all this was Dr Tony Roberts. Roberts had the highest suicide rate among his patients in any part of England and Wales except for Camden. Hutt and Drakeford knew this because so many of Roberts’s female patients killed themselves that it showed up as a statistical outlier and was the subject of a BBC News report. Roberts had previously worked at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and was a University of Manchester graduate, so he will have known Dafydd and Tony Francis’s mates who worked at Manchester (see post ‘The Mentor’).

My subsequent complaint about Tony Roberts and co – which included a complaint about being assaulted and injured by four members of staff – was never investigated, either by the NW Wales NHS Trust or by  Gwynedd Community Health Council. The Chief Exec of the CHC at the time was Glanville Owen, who had been the senior manger in Gwynedd Social Services responsible for children’s homes whilst the paedophile gang had worked within those homes. Glanville told the Waterhouse Inquiry that he didn’t expect to continue his career. Rob Evans, who had been another senior manager with responsibility for children’s homes in Gwynedd also told the Inquiry the same thing. See post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ for details. Until recently Glanville was still a member of the CHC and Rob Evans was Director of Community Services for Anglesey County Council.

Can Jane and The Blessing explain why Glanville and Rob’s careers continued to thrive after Waterhouse?

 

Keith Thomson, the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, flatly refused to investigate my complaint or to co-operate with any investigations held by anyone else, declared me a ‘vexatious complainant’ and refused to respond to my letters. I took the matter up with the Ombudsman for Wales, Adam Peat. After my correspondence was ignored, I rang the Ombudsman’s office and spoke to Peat’s sidekick, Geraint Jones, to enquire about progress. Geraint told me that my complaint would not be investigated and then threatened me.

I wrote again and some weeks later received a letter from Adam Peat telling me that it would not be in the public interest to investigate my complaint. Adam Peat had previously worked in the Welsh civil service and had been CEO of Tai Cymru, 1989-98. After stepping down as Ombudsman Peat became the Chair of a Magna Housing, a big housing association in the West Country. All references to Adam Peat have now disappeared from the internet, but further details about him can be read in my post ‘Yet More Crime And Punishment’.

Geraint Jones is still working in the Office of the Public Services Ombudsman for Wales. He is Assistant Investigation Manager.

 

Not only was I prosecuted for a serious offence which numerous people in the NW Wales NHS Trust and the National Assembly knew that I had not committed, but Keith Fearns, the leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, then paid a visit to the headmaster of the school where I was employed and told him that I represented a danger to the pupils. The headmaster told Fearns that he had never had any concerns about me. I understand that Fearns ordered the headmaster to suspend me and threatened him and his wife. They were in a particularly vulnerable position because they had two close relatives who were in the care of the mental health services in Gwynedd.

Fearns had never played any part in my ‘care’, he broke confidentiality – although he should never have had access to any information about me anyway, I later found that Fearns was even being sent clinical details of medical treatment that I had received which was unrelated to mental health  – and also told my former employer a number of things that weren’t true. After my employers refused to dismiss me, the headmaster and his wife received phone calls from four parents who worked as Top Doctors at Ysbyty Gwynedd who demanded that I be sacked. I told the school that I would resign because the paedophiles’ friends were clearly going to cause the school serious grief.

Sadly my resignation wasn’t enough for the paedophiles’ friends. The headmaster and his wife were subjected to the standard whispering campaign. In July 2004, a pupil at the school, Kian Williams, had an accident in the playground which resulted in a head injury. Kian was taken to Alder Hey Hospital and whilst he was there he contracted an infection and died. Did his family sue Alder Hey? Er, no. His grandfather paid my former employers a visit and told them that the family would sue them. The North Wales Police and the HSE investigated and the school was prosecuted. My former employers were initially found guilty but appealed and were subsequently cleared.

There was a great deal of very bad publicity for the school and the strain made both the headmaster and his wife ill. After they were cleared on appeal, things escalated. A relative of Kian’s placed a wreath of flowers at the gates of the school on the anniversary of his death. The headmaster’s wife went out to take the wreath into the school grounds only to find a photographer from the ‘Daily Post’ waiting outside. She was photographed and an article was subsequently published claiming that she was callously disposing of the wreath…

Not only was there a wreath placed outside the school along with a ‘Daily Post’ photographer, but Kian’s parents somehow persuaded a TV production company to make a documentary about their Journey Of Recovery following Kian’s death. The documentary received much publicity.

Throughout the media coverage of Kian’s death and the aftermath, no-one managed to mention that Kian’s grieving parents – who were photographed holding hands as they talked of their heartbreak – had not only split up after Kian’s birth, but had never actually looked after Kian. They went their separate ways and Kian was brought up by his grandparents. It was Kian’s grandfather who met the headmaster and his wife after Kian’s death, not Kian’s parents. Did Kian’s grandfather tell the headmaster and his wife that they were heartbroken after Kian’s death? No. They explained that they had always been happy with the school but that someone had to be sued and they could never take on the NHS, so it was the small private school that was going to get it in the neck.

Kian’s parents and his grandfather did not cause all the aggro alone. They had help – help from someone who really wanted to give Hillgrove School a kicking.

Now that The Blessing wants to be FM, perhaps he and Jane Hutt would like to supply full details of who assisted in the shameful, shabby witch hunt against two people who had dared to employ me as well as try and stand up to Keith Fearns.

 

I will mention here the death of another schoolboy from Gwynedd about which the full truth was never told, a death very different to Kian’s and many years previously. In 1989 a teenaged pupil from Ysgol David Hughes, Simeon Probert, was found hanged in the family home at Menai Bridge. Simeon’s mother maintained that Simeon was being bullied at school and that was why he killed himself. Mrs Probert launched an anti-bullying campaign and for many years placed notices in newspapers on the anniversary of Simeon’s death. Bullying in schools can have very serious consequences and even these days schools are very reluctant to admit to a bullying problem, even if they are well aware that they have one. However after Simeon’s death I was told by a number of people – including pupils at David Hughes – that Simeon was not being bullied and that there were other reasons why Simeon might have killed himself which were not made public.

I didn’t know Simeon or his mother, but I did know his father. Dr Probert was a lecturer in the Zoology Dept at UCNW (Bangor University) – he ‘did’ platyhelminthes (flatworms). There were some very lurid anecdotes circulating around UCNW regarding Dr Probert’s activities at conferences…

One of Dr Probert’s colleagues, Dr Clifford-Jones, had a son who was notorious in Bangor. He was alleged to have been part of an ‘extremist Welsh Nationalist’ group who did pretty much what they wanted because of their parents’ connections. By the time that I was an undergrad, Clifford-Jones junior was at Manchester University becoming an accountant, but I did hear quite a lot about him from local young people. He was famed for walking across the chains of the Menai Suspension Bridge. Which is not that difficult to do, the chains are quite substantial, but Clifford-Jones’s son had epilepsy, so he was taking quite a risk balancing on those chains hundreds of feet above the Menai Strait.

People of Probert’s and Clifford-Jones’s vintage are dying out now, but there is someone working at the School of Biological Sciences in Bangor who will remember the halcyon days when UCNW was run by the paedophiles’ friends – Professor Simon Webster. Simon Webster was a post-doc in the mid-1980s and he knew as much about the madness as the rest of us did. Simon Webster is a crustacean endocrinologist who received publicity recently as a result of working with Bear Grylls. Boy Scout Bear is the son of Sir Michael Grylls who was involved in the cash for questions scandal with Sir Peter Morrison, the man whose molesting of kids in care was being concealed by the paedophiles’ friends in UCNW…

 

Unbeknown to me, after Fearns threatened my employers, a whistleblower who worked at the Hergest Unit was so appalled at Fearns’s behaviour that he wrote to Alun Davies under public interest disclosure guidelines. I now have copies of the correspondence. The Hergest whistleblower stated quite clearly that Fearns and his colleagues were conducting a vendetta against me, that confidentiality was being breached constantly, that misleading statements had been supplied to the police and to other people and that no-one had ever deemed that I was any sort of risk to children. Alun Davies replied to say only one thing – he gave the whistleblower a bollocking for using official Trust headed paper.

 

After I got nowhere when I raised the matter of Fearns with Alun Davies and Gwynedd Social Services, my lawyer wrote to Gwynedd Social Services, who held Fearns’s contract. My lawyer wrote to Martin Davidson, the ‘service manager, mental health’ for Gwynedd Social Services, on 8 Oct 2002 but did not receive a reply. She wrote again on 29 Oct 2002 with no joy. Meanwhile she was also writing to the duty solicitor who had seen me when I was arrested after Davies’s multiple phone calls from the National Assembly. I have mentioned previously that when the paedophiles’ friends were really desperate to fit someone up, it was always Pwllheli Police Station and Magistrates Court that was used. Defendants from Bangor would be taken all the way to Pwllheli, passing several other police stations and magistrates courts on the way. It was to Pwllheli that I was taken after Davies demanded my arrest.

I didn’t know the solicitor on duty, it was a Richard Robyns, who was visibly frightened whilst we were in Pwllheli Police Station. On 22 Nov 2002 my lawyer wrote to Richard Robyns, asking him to clarify what charges I was actually facing, as they kept changing. My lawyer’s letter to Robyns noted that there was a ‘certain amount of bedevilling going on here’. She sent Robyns copies of all correspondence between us and the NW Wales NHS Trust and Gwynedd Social Services. So Richard Robyns knew that the law had been broken repeatedly but not by me. He did not comment upon any of it.

By 2003 nothing had been resolved. My lawyer had received a letter from Gwynedd County Council’s ‘customer care officer’ (!), Einir Gwyn, dated 13 Feb 2003 stating that there ‘had to be a remedy’ for me, recommending mediation or reconciliation. My lawyer then wrote to Glyn Hughes, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Glyn Hughes refused to hold any investigation and offered no resolution. I subsequently met with Glyn Hughes and Martin Davidson, accompanied by my lawyer. Davidson said nothing at any point. Glyn Hughes told us that it was at his discretion as to whether an investigation would be held and it wouldn’t be. He admitted that there was no evidence that I was or had ever presented a risk to children, that Fearns had breached all procedures and had broken the law but no action would be taken against anyone. Glyn told me that I was welcome to sue Gwynedd Social Services but that legal aid was not available for this and as I no longer had a job I obviously wouldn’t be able to fund such action myself. Glyn then started laughing, so my lawyer and I left.

The ‘service manager’ of Gwynedd’s Children’s Services at this time was Annwen Huws.

I was later told that Glyn Hughes ‘is an absolute bastard, even more of a bastard than the other bastards down there’. Martin Davidson was married to Nonn Williams, the Director of Gwynedd Social Services. There was a major row after Nonn, in her capacity as Director, negotiated a handsome pay rise for Martin, her employee and husband.

When my lawyer finally extracted my records after Keith Thomson, the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, was summoned before the High Court in Cardiff and threatened with imprisonment for contempt if he didn’t release the records, I discovered among the documents a handwritten note with Martin Davidson’s name at the top and dated 10/12/02 saying ‘Sally Baker appearing in court – charges of harassment. playing everything short and formal’.

Martin Davidson and indeed Gwynedd Social Services were nothing to do with Alun Davies’s complaint against me. The perjurers who made statements claiming to have witnessed me threatening to kill Davies were drawn from the ranks of the North West Wales NHS Trust, not Gwynedd Social Services. Indeed I have a copy of the note signed by Patricia Gaskell, the solicitor for the NW Wales NHS Trust, which asks for ‘more nurses down to the police station to make complaints about Sally Baker please’.

Perhaps Jane Hutt and The Blessing could shed some light on the matter – Jane and The Blessing were responsible for Social Services as well as Health at the time.

 

The charges of ‘threats to kill’ suddenly disappeared when an NHS whistleblower came forward and stated that they had witnessed the conspiracy to frame me and that if the prosecution went ahead they would go public on the abuse of patients in the Hergest Unit.

After I was convicted of the lowest category of Public Order offence, I received a letter from the DES telling me that as my name was on the teaching register, I was now under investigation as a potential risk to pupils. By now I had really had a bellyful, so I replied making it quite clear how trivial my crime had been and how much evidence I had of serious criminal conduct on the part of the NHS and social services. I subsequently received a letter written in the snottiest of styles agreeing that there was no evidence that I was a risk to anyone but telling me that if ever I wanted to take up another teaching position I would have to undergo a medical examination. The only surprise is that they didn’t demand that it be done by Dafydd. The rationale behind this was, according to the DES, that I had ‘received mental health care for 17 years’. Which somehow didn’t quite capture the illegal arrests and detentions under the Mental Health Act and the constant refusals to treat me on the occasions when I was seriously depressed.

It got better. I discovered that my name had been entered, without my knowledge, upon a thing called ‘the serious mental illness register’. I didn’t know that such a register even existed, but I was told that it had been initiated to ‘prevent service users falling through the net’. Whilst my name was on the Nutters Register- which was what was causing the DES such distress now that they couldn’t pin a serious offence on me – Tony Roberts and Alun Davies refused me all care and treatment and told me that I would be arrested if I entered Ysbyty Gwynedd on the grounds that I wasn’t ill.

When Brown and I found out about this contradictory chaos, we spent time speculating about whatever would have happened if I had have been dangerous, murdered someone and a serious case review had been held. The NW Wales NHS Trust and Gwynedd Social Services would never have been able to have defended their actions. But there would have been no consequences for anyone, in the way that there never ever is, no matter how great the disaster. The Nonns, the Martins, the Glyns, the Tony Roberts’s and the Alun Davies’s are simply moved sideways into a new post on the same enormous salary and two years later are promoted. And now The Blessing wants to be FM.

There was only one person who was named and shamed as a result of all this. That was a junior Minister who was in the DES who had been the person responsible for clearing me and a number of other wrongly accused teachers. This Minister was named and was accused by the media of ‘allowing dangerous teachers’ – including paedophiles no less – to continue their careers. The dangerous irresponsibility of this Minister was used to argue that it should be social workers who make such decisions in future.

The Minister concerned was about the only leading light in Blair’s Gov’t who was not given a peerage when Blair finally fucked off. It was said that was because Blair never quite trusted this Minister. No, it was because this Minister was not a paedophiles’ friend – Blair knows who I am talking about and Blair knows how bloody shameful the whole episode was.

 

I was friends with another Hergest patient who had witnessed much of what had happened to me throughout that time. I had known him before – he was a patient in Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital when I was there in 1986/87. He was found dead after the attempt to fit me up for threatening to kill Alun Davies collapsed. He had experienced heart failure brought on by the huge amount of ‘medication’ that he had been given. The Hergest whistleblower had repeatedly warned the Top Docs that this man’s life was being put in danger by gross over-prescribing.

I think that The Blessing needs to open an investigation into the death of Philip Jones when he takes office.

 

Another phenomenon grew to incredible proportions whilst the mental health services spent much time and effort trying to fit me up and force me out of my job – that of Service Users Champ Marion Janner, daughter of Greville. Marion launched a ‘social enterprise’, ‘Bright’, which established a scheme called Star Wards, in which shite abusive mental health units are given good publicity by Marion. Regular readers of this blog will remember that Marion has been featured here previously. I have mentioned Marion’s support dog Buddy, who accompanies Marion absolutely everywhere such is her trauma at everyday situations such as going on Radio 4 and praising an abusive mental health system. I do have an apology to make for misleading readers – I thought that Buddy was a labrador for some reason, but I have now discovered that Buddy is in fact a Tibetan Terrier. I have found a webpage providing info about Marion which presumably has been written by Marion herself and I was concerned to read that Marion ‘is perhaps best known though as the proud mother of Buddy, a 12 year old Tibetan Terrier, whose hairy little face graces many a mental health ward noticeboard and whose happiness-inducing presence among inpatients is a major inspiration to Star Wards’ work.’

Not only has Marion given birth to a Tibetan Terrier with a hairy little face – – one is reminded of the old joke ‘Mary had a little lamb, the obstetrician was astounded’ – but she also boasts of having two learning disabled foster sons. I wonder who on earth made the decision to allow Marion to foster learning disabled children. Probably the same person who believed that the nation’s service users needed a champ like Marion.

In 2010 Marion was given an OBE for her ‘services to mental health’. Whilst mental health patients dropped like lemmings in north Wales, whilst hundreds of them died in the care of Southern Health and there were no investigations and whilst the UK mental health services collapsed – as has now been admitted.

In June 2015, Marion was given a Lifetime Achievement Award by the ‘Journal of Psychiatric and Mental Health Nursing’. Professor Hugh McKenna made a speech and told everyone of Marion’s many qualities. McKenna stated that Marion was ‘a rare breed’ – well that dog that she gave birth to certainly is – and that before she transformed the UK’s mental health services, Marion was Project Manager at Learning Difficulties Media, Director of Payback and Head of Service, NACRO Training and Housing Services (for details of criminals employed by NACRO, see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Marion is also a Trustee of the LankellyChase Foundation, ‘a charity that works to bring about change that transforms the quality of life of people who face severe and multiple disadvantage’. Perhaps people who whilst they were kids in care were sexually assaulted by a Labour MP who was then given a peerage, who was never charged and who are now being called liars by the adult children of that man – one of whom is a barrister, one of whom is a Rabbi and one of whom thinks that she’s given birth to a Tibetan Terrier.

Hugh McKenna is Dean of Medical School Development at the University of Ulster. Hugh was born and grew up in Belfast and is over 60 yrs old. So he’ll know about the allegations that in the 1970s, the residents of the Kincora Boys’ Home were sexually abused by a whole range of people, including British Army officers, Whitehall civil servants, Anthony Blunt and a member of the Royal Family.

 

So who was the National Assembly’s Chief Legal Advisor whilst the naked criminality was going on in north Wales on the watch of Hutt as she was being advised by The Blessing? Step forward Winston Roddick QC, Chief Legal Advisor for the National Assembly, 1998-Oct 2003.

Winston Roddick was born and raised in Caernarfon and was educated at the Royal Naval School Tal-Handaq, Malta and Sir Hugh Owen Grammar School. Winston will have been to school with many a paedophiles’ friend in Caernarfon and the Royal Navy/Malta connections could well mean that he knew Sir Alec Bingley, his wife Lady Juliet and their son William. Lady Juliet and William spent many enjoyable years colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles when they worked for MIND and when William subsequently became Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

Roddick worked as a police officer in Liverpool whilst Dafydd built an arm of his empire in that city. Roddick then completed a law degree at UCL. He trained as a barrister and was called to the Bar in 1968 and worked on the gloriously corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, along with Huw Daniel who was the corrupt judge who presided over my trial for calling Alun Davies a fat idiot. Roddick became a Crown Court Recorder. Whilst he was Chief Legal Advisor for the Assembly he advised on the creation and passing of the Welsh Language Act 1993. Presumably Winston was so busy doing that, that he missed all the people – Welsh speakers included – who were being stitched up in court in north Wales or who were dying because of the malpractice and neglect of the NHS and social services.

Roddick was the North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner, 2012-16. He stood as an Independent although he was a member of the Lib Dems. Roddick stood as the Liberal candidate for Anglesey in 1970 and Cardiff South and Penarth in 1983. Roddick served as Chairman of the Welsh Liberal Party in the early 80s.

The following names will be familiar to Winston – Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith and Dr Death.

In 1997 Roddick was appointed as a member of the Independent Television Commission and he was a member of the S4C Authority, 2004-12.

Roddick is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards. A leading light in the Gorsedd and the former Archdruid is Robyn Lewis. Lewis spent decades working as a solicitor in Pwllheli. Roddick is also Patron of Caernarfon Rugby Club, Honorary President of GISDA (a homeless charity for young people in Gwynedd) and Vice-President of Caernarfon Male Voice Choir.

Winston is a Freemason. He is or was an officer of the Dinas Llandaff Lodge, alleged to be the most powerful Lodge in Wales, containing a number of senior police officers and senior figures in the legal profession. Other members of the Dinas Llandaff Lodge included Stefan Terlezki, the former Tory MP for Cardiff West and Gwilym Jones, the former Tory MP for Cardiff North. Stefan Terlezki knew that George Thomas was abusing boys and as George Thomas was a Freemason, the other members of the Dinas Llandaff Lodge will have as well. Gwilym Jones spent a few years at the heart of the Welsh Office’s collusion with the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

 

When Winston Roddick retired, allegations were made that Rhodri was so desperate to ensure that the job of Counsel General – by that time the Chief Legal Advisor of the Assembly has acquired that title – went to Malcolm Bishop QC, that he blocked the appointment of Gerard Elias QC. There was a grade A row and in March 2004 ‘Dragon’s Eye’ reported that Elias’s appointment had been recommended by an independent panel but Rhodri vetoed the recommendation. Claims were made that Rhodri wanted Malcolm Bishop in the post because Bishop was a member of the Labour Party. Rhodri’s office claimed that the allegations of cronyism were nonsense and that Rhodri did not know, had never met, or even spoken to, Bishop.

There will have been another reason why Rhodri wanted Malcolm Bishop as Counsel General and it won’t have simply been that he was a member of the Labour Party. Malcolm Bishop was educated at Ruabon Grammar School. So he grew up in the Wrexham area. He will have known all about Bryn Estyn, Bryn Alyn, Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Somebody else wanted Malcolm Bishop to be Counsel General for Wales as well – Derry Irvine, who had just stepped down as Lord Chancellor. Derry supplied Bishop’s reference.

Cherie and Tony were pupils of Derry’s. And Derry was a junior barrister to Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.

Malcolm Bishop studied theology at Oxford before he studied law. He seems to still have connections with the Church of England because he was interviewed by ‘Church Times’ earlier this year.

Bishop serves as a Deputy High Court judge, Recorder of the Crown Court, Chairman of the Isle of Man Legal Services Commission, Bencher of the Inner Temple and a member of the Family Law Bar Association Committee.  He was formerly a member of the Bar Council.

Two of the people who objected strongly to Rhodri’s efforts to crowbar Malcolm Bishop into the job of Counsel General for Wales were paedophiles’ friends Ieuan Wyn Jones and Eleanor Burnham. They were outraged to hear that Rhodri objected to Gerard Elias being appointed because Elias was a Freemason. You had nothing to worry about Ieuan and Eleanor – Malcolm Bishop was almost certainly a paedophiles’ friend as well, there was nothing to fear.

Why were Ieuan and Eleanor so worried? Well Ieaun grew up in Denbigh and worked as a solicitor in Ruthin with paedophiles’ friend David Jones (see post ‘The Right Honorourable David Jones MP’) and Eleanor grew up near Wrexham, was a manager in the Social Services, a magistrate in Wrexham and sat on Mental Health Review Tribunals for the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see post ‘News Round Up, 13 October 2017’). I imagine that Ieuan and Eleanor were tripping over themselves to welcome Gerard Elias QC because of the role that he played in the cover-up that was the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘The Waterhouse Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’).

The whole bloody lot of them knew about the paedophile gang, the unlawful arrests and imprisonments and Dafydd’s dungeon at Denbigh.

 

Rhodri’s autobiography tells us that in 2003 he visited Velindre Cancer Centre. Rhodri was proud to boast that the ‘official visit was hijacked’ when he met Dave Campbell, whom Rhodri knew when Dave was a local councillor. Rhodri explained that Dave gave him a ‘people’s tour’ of the hospital.

I do not ever remember Rhodri arriving in north Wales for a ‘people’s tour’. I and a number of other people could certainly have given him one – the police stations where rules were broken; Taliesin Ward in the Hergest Unit where patients were violently assaulted and injured by Angels and where false accounts of the patients attacking Angels were documented; the HQ of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team at 26 College Road, Bangor where patients were threatened and sometimes assaulted and where suicidal clients were told to ‘go ahead and do it then’; and then one of the warden’s flats at Bangor University where suicidal students were dropping in and kipping overnight because the mental health services were flatly refusing to treat them.

After providing an account of the People’s Tour of North Korea that Dave gave him, Rhodri tells readers that there is now ‘a Wales of direct accountability to the people’. So that’s why I’m sitting here with 10,000 documents demonstrating criminality of the highest order on the part of the public services, including that which occurred between 2000-04, which was never investigated by anyone. Neither of course was the forged certificate of indictment stating that I had pleaded guilty to a serious offence with which I had never been charged, which was found in the possession of Chester Court. Neither have the unlawful alterations to my PNC record ever been investigated.

 

Rhodri reminisces about the events involving paediatric surgery in Cardiff in 1997 which he maintains would not have happened if the Assembly had been in place – the Assembly being known for its transparency – and refers to a case involving a Joe Jacobs, whom Rhodri alleges in the late 60s was turned down for the Chair of Paediatrics at Cardiff and went to Toronto, having been told that he was ‘too good for Wales’.

If Rhodri wasn’t dead I’d ask him to explain why there is a former cardiac surgeon working as a cabbie after being dismissed from his job at the University Hospital in Cardiff after he raised issues of patient safety. Then there was that business of the circumstances in which Ann Clwyd’s husband died at that hospital…

Rhodri explains in his autobiography that by 2005 Jane Hutt was ‘exhausted’ as Health Minister – covering up a heap of crap of that magnitude must take it out of one – so Rhodri replaced her with Dr Brian Gibbons. By the time that Gibbons had arrived in post I was writing to Ministers about the criminality in north Wales. I wrote to Gibbons and told him that I had documentary evidence of the most serious criminality in the NHS in north Wales. Gibbons wrote back and told me that ‘this correspondence is over’.

 

Rhodri’s book explains that he had monthly meetings with Gibbons in Gibbons’s capacity as Health Minister as a result of the ‘panic’ over waiting times. The ‘panic’ being that patients were waiting in agony, immobile, for years, for operations. Rhodri’s answer? He ‘contracted in expertise from England’. Rhodri the proud Welshman. As thick as a brick, appointed those who had run a paedophile ring to senior roles in Gov’t, the NHS and social services and then went crawling to the medical establishment in England and paid them to sort out the mess. Rhodri mentions that the ‘expertise’ came in particular from Bristol. So that would have been Dr DGE Wood’s mates then – the DGE Wood who was involved in running the paedophile gang.

So who is the disgusting Gibbons, Top Doc of Rhodri’s People? Gibbons is a GP who shared a practice with Julian Tudor-Hart, the well-known now very elderly Top Doctor who writes from a radical perspective. Gibbons is a member of the Socialist Health Association. Is Gibbons the son of an Irish peat cutter perhaps? No. Gibbons is the son of Hugh Gibbons, a Fianna Fail TD.

But then the oaf Rhodri was no street kid from Bogota. Rhodri grew up in one of the few middle class parts of south Wales – Radyr. Rhodri’s parents went to Swansea University when a university education was a real privilege and they both stayed on for postgraduate work. His mother was a school teacher and his dad was an academic who knew Saunders Lewis and one couldn’t find a more elitist man than Saunders Lewis. Rhodri’s father became very senior in the University of Wales and their neighbours and associates when Rhodri was growing up included Hilary Marquand, the Cabinet Minister in Attlee’s Gov’t and his son David – who later became a Labour MP – and Arthur Jenkins, the father of Roy Jenkins.

One of Rhodri’s grandfathers was a local big wig and it was partly as a result of his grandfather’s network that Rhodri’s political career got off the ground.

When I used to watch Rhodri on TV and nothing at all intelligent came out of his mouth, because I knew that he had been to Oxford and Harvard, I always presumed that there must be a brain in there somewhere and that Rhodri just didn’t give a bugger for social niceties. Having taken a closer look at Rhodri’s background and activities, I have revised my opinion. There wasn’t a brain in there and the notion of Rhodri’s ‘eccentricity’ was constructed to conceal the reality that this was a privileged complete meathead who knew nothing, did nothing, treated people with complete contempt and was only interested in downing pints. But at least he wasn’t Blair or Alun Michael so he was tolerated as the least worst option. If I’d known all this on the day that Rhodri Morgan was rude to me when I met him at the Senedd, I’d have emptied a bucket of slops over his head. People died because of that fool.

 

One thing about old Rhodri was that he made damn sure that he and his own didn’t suffer at the hands of the tosspots whom he protected. The Labour Party in Wales had a disaster in the 2005 General Election after a ‘sub-committee of Welsh Labour’s Executive’ imposed an all- women shortlist on Blaenau Gwent. It meant that the popular local candidate Peter Law was elbowed out in favour of Maggie Jones, a senior UNISON official deemed acceptable to Blair. Peter Law stood as an Independent and the voters of Blaenau Gwent delivered a crippling kick in the carregs to the Labour Party and voted for Peter Law rather than Maggie Jones. Labour had lost one of its safest seats. Peter Law was diagnosed with a brain tumour whilst he was fighting the 2005 General Election and sadly died in 2006. Rhodri’s book reveals that Peter Law was treated at Velindre and gained preferential access to drugs unavailable to other NHS patients in Wales because Rhodri’s office sorted it. Readers will know that I take the view that a great many such cancer drugs offer false hope and are probably not worth trying anyway, but most MPs with cancer don’t know that. They are dying and frightened and quite understandably if they hear that a drug is available which will give them another three months, they usually want it. And unlike their constituents they get it, even if Rhodri’s office has to facilitate it.

But Rhodri had a track record for this sort of thing. When his elderly mother needed treatment for a problem which was causing her to lose her eye-sight and the waiting list was enormous – of course it was, Jane fucking Hutt was Health Minister – Rhodri’s heart was touched when his old mam said that she couldn’t possibly go private what with her son being the Labour FM. Mrs Morgan didn’t go private either. Rhodri discovered that as a result of the notion that certain hospitals in Wales should specialise in certain treatments, the treatment that his mam needed was the responsibility of Ysbyty Gwynedd. I bet the Morgans collectively crapped themselves at the idea of Mam risking her neck with that lot. So what happened? Well it was conveniently discovered that poor old Mrs M was so frail that she wouldn’t survive the journey to Bangor, so she had the work done in Bridgend.

I knew one of the eye surgeons in Ysbyty Gwynedd. He and his family lived in Menai Bridge and there was much trouble because his wife was a highly aggressive South African who had a problem with the rest of the world and was at war with the whole of the town. They had been living abroad so no-one knew them when they arrived in Menai Bridge and being Menai Bridge everyone tripped over themselves to hobnob with them because he was the new eye surgeon. Mrs Eye Surgeon told everybody that she was an interior designer and claimed to have an outstanding academic record from a South African university. Sadly Mrs Eye Surgeon was a fantasist and none of it was true. Then came the screaming rows with local tradesmen and the mad accusations levelled at just about everyone. What a lot of people did not know about however was the close relative of Mr Eye Surgeon who was a sex offender, who lived locally and was known to be a risk to young people. Was this family subject to the usual bigotry and leaks from the ‘services’? Of course they weren’t. A suspected abusive situation in the family was ignored and when it could be ignored no longer was concealed by the NHS, the social services, the police and the probation service…

Of course Rhodri’s Mam wasn’t going to be operated on at Ysbyty Gwynedd, they were only there to treat the plebs.

 

Towards the end of his book, Rhodri mentions that the one thing that he was proudest of achieving during his time as FM was the Children’s Rights Measure, ie. the incorporation of the UN rights of the child into all the laws and actions of the Welsh Gov’t. Implemented by the paedophiles’ friends sitting in the Assembly.

Rhodri’s book comes with photos. There’s a nice one of Rhodri launching the European Year of Disabled People in 2003.

The last words in Rhodri’s book are ‘I’m doing alright’. Yes Rhodri, you were. The country was wrecked and the ‘services’ were endemically corrupt and run by a gang of criminals who had achieved their positions by facilitating a major sex trafficking ring. But you and the fuckwit Julie were absolutely fine.

 

As Dylan Thomas would say, Time passes.

So what is in the Welsh news today?

There is an investigation into the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board charity Awyr Las. It transpires that the funds have been ‘misused’ and Llyr Huws Gruffydd the Plaid AM has said that people will be shocked at what has been going on. No they won’t Llyr, it’s exactly what everybody would have expected, this is not the first scandal in which Awyr Las has been mired, one of my first posts for this blog was an Awyr Las scandal. Misuse of the funds would you believe. I dunno what Mike Peters thinks is happening to all that dosh that he raises for Awyr Las when he walks up Snowdon and strums his guitar, but he and Jules should know by now that it won’t find its way to a worthy cause, this is the NHS in north Wales that we are talking about.

A distressed father has thrown himself in front of a train in north Wales and his family have said that help for him came ‘too late’.

A group of Wrexham GPs have handed their contracts back to the Betsi and shut shop. So there’s a few more thousand patients without a GP. Not that it will matter to many of them, at least they won’t be badgered into pointless ‘screening’ appointments which throw up false positives constantly or be led up the garden path by being told that to ‘access mental health services’ they ‘just need to talk to their GP’. It is a great shame for the patients who are ill but the chances are that they’d just be told that their conditions are their own fault anyway because they are too fat/too old/haven’t eaten their five a day/taken fresh air etc. Look on the bright side Vaughan, you’ll save a fortune on Top Docs salaries. Although of course if you hadn’t have given them such huge pension pots they wouldn’t be able to retire at 55 after having a hissy fit.

The Blessing has stated that he is ‘the bridge to the future’. Christ almighty, as Leonard Cohen sang ‘I have seen the future and it is murder’. I look forward to The Sun’s headline on the day that Carwyn has his leaving do – ‘Would the last person to leave Wales please turn off the light’.

 

I’ve been very busy reading Ronnie Waterhouse’s autobiography recently and marvelling at his capacity for sucking up to posh people, but I have managed to do a bit more reading of historical Plaid material and I’ve come across a paedophiles’ friend who had completely escaped my attention. A pal of Dafydd and Gwynne’s – Dr Dafydd Huws, who ‘kept Plaid together’ during ‘difficult years’.

Huws worked as a psychiatrist and became Clinical Director of South Glamorgan psychiatry service.  Huws’s responsibilities ‘ranged from the treatment of the severely disturbed to preparation of evidence for court cases’. So he was framing people who were witnesses to the paedophile ring then. Huws worked at Cardiff’s Whitchurch Hospital, famous for having the highest use of ECT in Europe and for being the employer of Dr Chris Hunter, a key player in the attempts to have me banged up on the evidence of the paedophiles’ friends without my knowledge (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’). Hunter also presided over the violence, the corruption and the murders at Ashworth Hospital (see post ‘Security, Security’). Dafydd Huws knew about it all. Despite the pressure of work involved in stitching up the victims of sex offenders, Dafydd Huws found time during his lunch break to prepare for Plaid Cymru executive meetings.  Which suggests that those lunch breaks were very generous.

Dafydd Huws was the first Plaid Councillor on Cardiff Council in 1969 and he contested Cardiff West against George Thomas, fighting the 1970 and the two 1974 General Elections. If Dafydd Huws had admitted that George Thomas was molesting young boys, George Thomas would not have held that seat for decades. But no-one said a word and Dafydd Huws will have been one of those calling George Thomas’s victims liars and declaring them ‘disturbed’. Huws also stood for Ceredigion in 1979 and Cardiff in 1983 and for the South Wales constituency in the European Parliament elections in 1984.

Dafydd Huws was Chairman of Plaid throughout the 1980s. Peak paedophile years.

After leaving medicine Dafydd Huws farmed near Ceredigion. Huws and his wife Rhian founded Ynni Amgen Cyf company and was responsible for one of the first wind farms in Wales on Mynydd Gorddu near Tal-y-Bont in Ceredigion.

 

I would be interested to know if the dreadful Rhiannon Huws Williams, former CEO of the Care Council for Wales, is any relation of Dafydd Huws. Paedophiles’ friends of this order are frequently members of the same extended family and Rhiannon has done as much to protect the paedophiles of north Wales as Lord Wyn Roberts did.

 

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 co