Here is a brief resume of a tale of two siblings, but the adventures of these siblings had rather more dire consequences for many other people than the activities of Topsy and Tim/Janet and John/Dick and Dora ever did.
Ruth and Peter grew up in Llanwrst in the Conwy Valley in north Wales. Llanwrst was one of the hubs of the local elite who occupied some of the relatively few professional positions in the region during the decades following WWII. Llanwrst also had a few busy Freemasons. I don’t know who Ruth and Peter’s parents were, but it is almost certain that they were Of That Cohort. The Cohort who concealed organised abuse in north Wales in a previous generation.
Ruth and Peter are younger than Dafydd, but not so much younger that they will have viewed him as nothing more than a silly old bugger. Instead they followed in Dafydd’s footsteps. Dafydd as role model!
At her zenith, Ruth was Chief Medical Officer for Wales; she retired in 2016. Peter stepped down as Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board some two months ago.
Ruth lived in Llanwrst until she went to the University of Liverpool School of Medicine – Dafydd’s domain – from where she graduated in 1979. 1979 was the year in which Dafydd had Mary Wynch unlawfully arrested, imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Mary’s subsequent legal action against Dafydd et al made history and received widespread media coverage in 1985. Ruth could not have missed it.
There are scant details available regarding Ruth’s earlier career, but we are told that her ‘career developed in England, initially training as a GP’; that Ruth worked ‘in academia’; as Director of Public Health in Liverpool; as Regional Director of Public Health and Senior Medical Director at NHS North West and that she led the DoH in North West England.
Previous posts eg. ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘The Mentor’, have described how Merseyside was part of Dafydd’s empire. Dafydd qualified from the University of Liverpool and Lucille, after completing a degree at UCNW, did her social work training at Liverpool University. Numerous other people who were involved with or concealed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were Liverpool University graduates or staff. Merseyside was an area with poor health outcomes and embedded corruption and abuse in the hospitals. There were abuse scandals in many of the children’s homes and schools on Merseyside and some of the abusers had links to the north Wales/Cheshire gang. Since the 1970s, Dafydd’s various scams in north Wales have attracted staff and vulnerable clients from Merseyside. Merseyside had a massive drugs problem and Liverpool Social Services were known to be exporting their troubled and addicted citizens to north Wales, where they were ‘dumped’.
Cheshire, in north west England, was far wealthier than Liverpool, but Dafydd’s gang nonetheless also had a stronghold in Cheshire. Lucille Hughes was formerly a children’s social worker in Cheshire, as was Margaret Hanson, the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Margaret’s husband David Hanson, the Labour MP for Delyn and Miranda’s former PPS in the aftermath of the Waterhouse Report (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II’), was a Councillor in Cheshire, as was Margaret.
Whatever Ruth did in her capacity as a Director of Public Health was highly ineffective on Merseyside.
By April 2012, when Ruth’s appointment as Chief Medical Officer for Wales was announced, she was working in the Public Health Transition Team for the DoH in Whitehall, although I don’t know how long Ruth had been in that role. Ruth definitely worked under David Cameron’s Health Minister Andrew Lansley. Lansley’s time in the DoH was famously disastrous, although he only did what Cameron and the other senior Tories told him to do. Which will be why Lansley is now in the Lords. Ruth was appointed CMO for Wales when the Macur Review of the Waterhouse Inquiry was beginning as well as Operation Pallial. Tony Francis, one of Peter’s colleagues, killed himself in the same year.
The Medical Register tells us that in May 1996 Ruth registered as a specialist in public health medicine. Just before the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced. In 1996, Ron Davies, the Labour MP for Caerphilly who’s Ugandan activities blew up in Miranda’s face in 1998, was Shadow Secretary of State for Wales, waiting for the day in 1997 when Miranda would become PM and appoint Ron Secretary of State for Wales and then FM when the Welsh Assembly was established.
Ruth was a previous Committee Member and is an Honorary Life Member of the Liverpool Medical Students Society.
The NHS Wales website on 7 Sept 2015 stated that ‘Dr Ruth Hussey today announced her plan to retire next year after nearly four years as Wales’ Chief Medical Officer and Medical Director of NHS Wales. The Chief Medical Officer provides independent professional advice on health and health care matters to Welsh Government Ministers. Dr Ruth Hussey joined the Welsh Government in September 2012 and has made a significant impact on health and health policy in Wales.’
By the time that Ruth announced her intention to retire, the Betsi Board had been in crisis and the crisis was getting worse, despite the Board having been in special measures for three years which were designed to ‘turn the Board around’.
‘During her tenure, the health of the Welsh population has continued to improve – Dr Hussey has worked to tackle inequalities between the health of the most and least advantaged people in Wales.’
The health of the Welsh population did not improve during Ruth’s tenure as CMO. Health outcomes for many parts of Wales remained dreadful, some of the worst in Europe and in some cases actually got worse. Health inequalities remained substantial and in some cases became more marked. During Ruth’s tenure there were a number of big NHS scandals in Wales, including Tawel Fan.
‘She oversaw the response to the largest measles outbreak since the introduction of the MMR vaccine, securing improved vaccination rates across Wales. She has also led work to ensure NHS Wales has been fully prepared to respond to a range of health threats, including the recent Ebola outbreak in Africa.’
I knew an Angel – a highly competent Angel – who volunteered to assist with the Ebola outbreak in Africa. When she returned, she told her friends that the much publicised mission to Africa was chaos, so badly organised that it was a health risk itself. That did not appear in any media report.
‘Dr Hussey led the initial response to the Francis inquiry…’
That inquiry was Chaired by Sir Robert Francis QC, who in 1991 was the MDU barrister who acted for Drs Tony and Sadie Francis, colleagues of Peter’s, when they attempted to have me imprisoned on the basis of their perjury. Robert Francis knew that the Drs Francis had lied and had been advised by their solicitors not to proceed with the legal action against me. Robert Francis also knew that I had alleged that patients in north Wales were being seriously abused and that mental health staff and managers had been involved in criminality. See post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC.’
The Francis Inquiry concerned whistleblowing in the NHS. Francis’s recommendations were widely criticised as selling whistleblowers down the river and offering them no protection. In 2012 a Betsi nurse blew the whistle on patient abuse in Tawel Fan Ward. Peter sacked her. None of the staff who were filmed undercover abusing patients faced disciplinary action. Some of them were caught abusing patients again a few months later. They still were not sacked.
‘[Ruth] has worked to improve the quality of NHS healthcare, including the successful introduction of appraisal and revalidation for all doctors.’
I attended the Betsi Board meeting at which the plans for revalidation of ‘all doctors’ was discussed. The Medical Director of the Board told the Board that revalidation would be phased in over a period of some ten years. For the first two years, only doctors who volunteered to be revalidated would be. For the next few years, only the doctors who were judged to be performing well would be revalidated. Then revalidation would be gradually rolled out, with those doctors who’s practice was considered to be poor being the last to be revalidated. So that’s another 10 years of patient neglect and harm before anyone even speaks to the Top Docs responsible.
‘[Ruth] is currently leading work to implement and embed the prudent healthcare principles in the NHS and social care in Wales, with a particular focus on strengthening primary and community care.’
Primary care across north Wales is in crisis because no GPs want to work with the crazed abusers already in post, so recruitment is impossible. Primary care in many other parts of Wales has the same, but less extreme, problem. Social and community care is virtually non-existent in north Wales, as well as in other parts of Wales.
‘Dr Hussey was awarded an honorary degree from Swansea University for her contribution to improving health in Wales.’
Ruth hasn’t improved health in Wales, just look at the stats. Swansea University is run by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives. Lesley Griffiths was Health Minister when Ruth became CMO. Lesley Griffiths is a former medical secretary at Wrexham Maelor Hospital and was a Wrexham County Borough Councillor when WCBC ran Bryn Estyn, while boys were abused there. See posts ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’ and ‘Hey Hey, DAJ, How Many Kids Did You Kill Today?’. Rhodri’s mate Mark Drakeford was Health Minister for most of Ruth’s time as CMO. Griffiths and Drakeford failed to hold Peter to account when they were Health Minister.
Ruth also has an Honorary degree from Bangor University. She was awarded it in 2016, while Peter was a member of the governing body of Bangor University.
‘Health and Social Services Minister Mark Drakeford said:“There is a proud tradition in Wales of bold action from government to improve public health. Ruth’s leadership on the Public Health (Wales) Bill sits firmly within this tradition. I am very grateful for the advice she has provided and I wish her all the best in her retirement.”’
The Welsh Gov’t, from its very inception, has ignored serious organised crime in the NHS. Because of this, the Public Health (Wales) Bill is neither here nor there.
Dr Andrew Goodall, Chief Executive of NHS Wales, said: “Ruth is passionate about improving health and healthcare, especially improving outcomes for the Welsh population and addressing the role that poverty can play in creating ill health. It has been a privilege to work with her and to have the benefit of her experience and commitment to new approaches.”
Ruth has never shown any passion for improving health and healthcare, she has been completely indifferent to those whom she has been paid to care for. She has never addressed the role of poverty; indeed poverty in Wales has benefited Ruth greatly, in that most of her countrymen/women have not had Ruth’s opportunities, which enabled the mediocrity that is Ruth to rise to high office.
Ruth sits on the Board of Governors for The Health Foundation. The Health Foundation website tells us that ‘Ruth recently Chaired a Parliamentary Review of Health and Social Care in Wales and is now a commissioner on the Lancet/ LSE Commission on ‘The Future of the NHS’…
Ruth is Chair of the Welsh Food Advisory Committee; Board member of the Food Standards Agency; a member of the Health Equity Board; a member of Public Health England; an Advisory Board member for the NIHR (National Institute for Health Research) and School of Public Health Research…She became a Governor of the Health Foundation in February 2018. An interest in tackling health inequalities and involving communities in their health and wellbeing has underpinned her work.’
So Ruth keeps telling us.
In 2016 Ruth was awarded a CB for her work in healthcare.
Ruth is not the only Role Model For Wimmin who was a Top Doctor in the upper echelons of Gov’t. When I was a Trustee of WEN Wales (Women’s Equality Network Wales), I met a recently retired female Top Doc who had spent years as a Gov’t/Welsh Gov’t adviser. This Top Doc was an enthusiastic Soroptimist and invited me to join the Chester branch of the Soroptimists. I didn’t mention it at the time, but I would never have been able to do that because Lucille Hughes is a leading light in that branch and has been for many years. I wondered at the time if the Soroptimists, including the Top Doc whom I met at WEN, somehow didn’t know who Lucille is. I have recently been told that they know exactly who she is and Lucille’s Top Doctor mate knew who I was, which is why an invitation was extended which had I fallen for it would have caused me great problems.
I met Lucille’s Top Doctor mate via another Trustee of WEN Wales, Carwen Howell. Carwen is a retired Welsh Office senior civil servant, she was their most senior adviser on pharmaceuticals. Carwen has disappeared from the list of WEN Wales Trustees and indeed has disappeared from the internet entirely since I blogged about her a few weeks ago. Dim problem, another one of Lucille’s mates has turned up as a WEN Wales Trustee, Ann Hodgson.
Ann Hodgson is the Immediate Past President of Soroptimist International of Great Britain & Ireland. Soroptimist International is a global volunteer movement working together to transform the lives of women and girls with 80,000 members in 124 countries. Ann was also Chair of Multiple Sclerosis Society Cymru (National Council). She is a professionally qualified Bank Official with 24 years’ experience gained in a variety of demanding and challenging roles within the Lloyds TSB Group and the voluntary sector.
Ruth’s brother Peter is I think a bit older than Ruth. Peter completed a first degree and then a PhD in psychology at UCNW (Bangor University). He did that when the Psychology Dept at UCNW was a semi-derelict house containing a small number of people who worked with the paedophile gang and did what Dafydd told them, Dafydd ruling the roost at the Psychology Dept at the time. The infrastructure of the wider UCNW was also the domain of Dafydd’s gang and the Principal of UCNW was Sir Charles Evans, a former Liverpool neurosurgeon who was colluding with the trafficking gang.
After his PhD, Peter worked at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh as a clinical psychologist. Peter worked in that position while patients were sexually, physically and financially abused. He worked there when most of the patients there were imprisoned illegally, some of them in a dungeon. Peter was in post when Gwynne lobotomised people who complained; when gay men were subjected to ‘aversion therapy’ although homosexuality had long been decriminalised and the institution was imprisoning men as well as women who had complained about the trafficking gang; when pregnant women who’s pregnancies were inconvenient to other people were imprisoned there and when their babies disappeared or were abducted.
Peter was involved in the ‘training’ of clinical psychologists in north Wales, both at Denbigh and as a psychology lecturer at UCNW.
In the late 1980s, Peter became the General Manager of the North Wales Hospital. Gwynne had retired and died by then, so the lobotomies had stopped, but every other abuse continued. Peter failed to investigate even the most serious of complaints, including my own. His name is all over my documents. Peter was subsequently appointed General Manager of the wider mental health services in north Wales during the 1990s, after the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had begun to close down. Again, in this position, Peter colluded with crime and failed to investigate serious complaints, including mine; his name crops up in my documents over a period of years, as NHS/social services staff perjured themselves and destroyed/forged/planted evidence.
Peter also served as a Director of North Wales Health Authority; Peter was then appointed interim Chief Executive of ELWA, a training and education quango. Peter’s friend and fellow psychology graduate and Director of the North Wales Health Authority, Enid Rowlands, was Chair of ELWA and there was a row over the conflict of interest involved in Peter’s appointment as well as the failure to explain where a huge quantity of money had gone. See previous posts.
After the unhappy business at ELWA, in 2004 Peter was appointed as Chief Executive of the newly formed HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales), a post in which he remained until 2012. In that position, Peter came under fire for failing to investigate numerous serious complaints about the NHS, including, er, mine. Peter also played fast and loose with inspections, giving troubled, dangerous NHS Trusts clean bills of health and even reassured people that the North West Wales NHS Trust, which had the second highest suicide rate among women in England and Wales, was ‘excellent’.
In 2012 Peter ‘retired’. HIW was declared to be not fit for purpose. Peter was the only Chief Executive which HIW had ever had.
Peter then decided that although he had retired, the NHS was still in need of his services. He was appointed as Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. The following year, the Board was placed in special measures as a result of the Tawel Fan Scandal and the dangerous maternity services. The performance of the Board continued to decline. The Board sank deeper into debt, despite regular huge bail outs from the Welsh Gov’t. Peter scarpered two months ago.
One cohort of citizens in Wales continue to benefit from Peter’s sense of duty: the learning disabled residents of the supported accommodation provided by the social enterprise Cartrefi Cymru, of which Peter is a Director. Cartrefi Cymru does have some very good staff and at least one manager who is excellent. However, the pay rates are very low and Cartrefi is having trouble recruiting and retaining staff because after the Gov’t raised the legal minimum rate of pay for night-time on-call staff, Cartrefi rearranged the shift patterns to ensure that the staff didn’t receive the new rate of pay. It wasn’t the managers decision, it was a decision taken by the Directors of Cartrefi.
Previous posts and comments have made reference to Huw Daniel, the appalling old git who worked as a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit for donkey’s years until someone was foolish enough to give him a job as a judge, from which point on he cluttered up the Circuit in a more senior capacity. The tabloids loved old Daniel as a No Nonsense Judge Who Was Tough On Young Thugs. Those tabloids didn’t know much about him.
My post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’ described the attempt by those we know and love in north Wales to have me fitted up for ‘threatening to kill’ Alun Davies, a corrupt north Wales NHS senior manager, in 2002. What I had actually done was tell Davies’s secretary that he was a fat idiot. Davies delighted in telling everyone who would listen that I would get ‘seven years in prison’. The case circulated around the courts of north Wales for the best part of two years, during which time I lost my job and my home. The charges were withdrawn on the first day of the trial, although hordes of NHS staff, as well as a police officer, had loyally turned up at court to perjure themselves. Huw Daniel was the Presiding judge and was very angry indeed when he discovered the the prosecution had withdrawn the charges and instead were doing me for the lowest level of Public Order Offence, ie. telling Alun Davies’s secretary that he was a fat idiot. Daniel imposed the heaviest sentence that he was legally able to – more than 100 hours of community service and a fine – and issued a restraining order against me preventing me from going to NHS premises, such was the danger that I presented to NHS staff. I later found out that the restraining order was legally invalid and that Daniel knew this.
Years later I discovered that within days of the case, someone had unlawfully accessed the PNC and recorded a conviction for another more serious offence against my name. Furthermore, a forged certificate of indictment was subsequently found in the possession of Chester Court, stating that I had pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’ at Caernarfon Crown Court. I have never been charged with such an offence. I wrote to the North Wales Police’s legal department about the matter some two years ago but nothing has been resolved. See post ‘Even More Confusion Regarding Those Legal Conundrums’.
Huw Daniel was for a number of years the judge with responsibility for Mental Health Tribunals in Wales. His father was J.E. Daniel, one of the early leading lights in and the President of Plaid Cymru. J.E. Daniel was a mate of Saunders Lewis, who was a mate of Dafydd’s when Dafydd was busy being a young nationalist activist in the 1950s and 60s. See post ‘Tan yn Llyn’.
A lot of people in north Wales – and not just offenders either – do not like Huw Daniel. At best he is seen as a pompous obnoxious fool, but he has been described to me as ‘malignant’.
On 8 March 1997, The Indie reported on a case over which Huw Daniel presided at Chester Crown Court. The No Nonsense Judge, to several rounds of applause from the public gallery, had sentenced Keith Laverack, a former senior manager of Cambridgeshire Social Services, to 18 years in prison for a string of sexual assaults on children in care over a period of 20 years. Huw had a great time at the trial. He told Chester Crown Court that Laverack was a ‘career paedophile’, that this case was ‘unquestionably the most serious case of its kind’ that old Huw could remember and that it would cause ‘tremendous public outrage’. At one point Huw became seriously over-excited as he spoke about the ‘perverted lusts’ of Laverack.
According to Huw, Laverack had ‘taken advantage of damaged children to satisfy his perverted lusts knowing full well all his victims wanted was love, affection and security’. Pretty much like Huw’s mate Dafydd, who took advantage of ‘damaged children’ when they hit 18. The Dafydd who was known to tell his patients that he loved them and who cohabited with others…
Huw Daniel observed that Laverack abused his victims knowing that he could because ‘the system allowed you to get away with it’. Indeed it did Daniel, because if the kids complained, they were referred to Dafydd and his colleagues and would find themselves sectioned in a locked ward; then in Risley Remand Centre if they still didn’t shut up and if they really were presenting a challenge, in a secure psychiatric unit/high security hospital. Along the way, they would make a few court appearances in front of Huw Daniel et al, who would bellow and rant in court, maintaining that these were dreadful people in the dock and all that anyone had ever tried to do was help them.
At Laverack’s trial, Daniel commented that Laverack abused children ‘confident in the knowledge’ that if the kids did complain ‘they would not be believed’. Huw knew the ropes then.
At my 2003 hearing for telling Alun Davies’s secretary that he was a fat idiot – the charges of ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ were withdrawn on the first day of the trial after a whistleblower, who had witnessed the senior staff of the Hergest Unit planning to fit me up for that offence by encouraging a group of Angels to perjure themselves, made it clear that he would go public on what had gone on as well as on the abuse of patients at the Hergest Unit if my trial went ahead – Huw Daniel stated that he did not believe my malicious allegations against the ‘excellent’ staff of the Hergest Unit and that while I saw myself as the victim, the ‘real victims’ were Alun Davies ‘and his family’ no less. I have never communicated with Alun Davies’s family and would not recognise them if I saw them. I now have stacks of documents in my possession compiled and signed by Davies and his associates which detailed their plans to frame me.
Huw Daniel spent his entire working life on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, working alongside many others who concealed the paedophile ring which had operated for decades in the region.
Keith Laverack had spent twenty years working as a teacher and then headmaster in children’s homes in Cheshire and Cambridgeshire and it was for offences that he committed when in those positions that he was tried at Chester Crown Court. Loverack, who was 52 yrs old at the time, denied 20 charges, but was found guilty of 15 of them, 11 of buggery and 4 of indecent assault.
Laverack’s first permanent appointment was at Greystone Heath Approved School in Warrington when he was 21 or 22 yrs old and it was alleged that he had assaulted children until 1987.
Laverack was jailed three months after the beginning of the Waterhouse Inquiry, which was Chaired by Huw Daniel’s colleague Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. The Waterhouse Inquiry famously excluded the abuse of children in care in north Wales at locations outside of north Wales or by people from outside of north Wales. So if, for example, witnesses talked about being taken to houses in Chester where they were abused by groups of men – which at least one witness did – Ronnie did not consider this in his conclusions. Likewise if men from outside of north Wales – perhaps the Tory MP for Chester or Jimmy Savile – arrived at children’s homes in north Wales and took the children away to be abused at another location, Ronnie didn’t consider that either.
Greystone Heath Approved School in Warrington was one of numerous children’s homes/schools in the north west of England which was part of a huge paedophile ring with links to other parts of the UK. Staff from those institutions also worked in locations in north Wales. Between 1994-97 a major joint investigation was conducted by Merseyside and Cheshire police forces. Social workers from Cheshire and Liverpool were brought in to investigate their own colleagues. The Merseyside and Cheshire Police, as well as senior social workers/managers from Cheshire and Liverpool, were linked to Dafydd’s empire. Cheshire Social Services were described as ‘one of the prime movers’ in the investigation but the Deputy Director David Whitehead made it clear that none of the County Council’s own homes were under investigation. The investigation resulted in a small number of social workers and teachers going to prison. Keith Laverack’s scalp seems to have been the biggest claimed. See post ‘The Mentor’ for details of some of those who got away and those who rocked up in north Wales.
After the Waterhouse Inquiry, there were many allegations that bottom feeding care workers and teachers had been scapegoated for the crimes of much more senior people, including public figures, who were never even named yet alone charged. Such allegations follow nearly every high profile paedophile trial; either that completely innocent people have been jailed or sex offenders at the bottom of the pyramid have taken the rap for the crimes of others.
As Dafydd et al in north Wales know, the really brilliant thing about securing convictions against anyone for sex offences or against mental health patients for Attacks On NHS Staff, is that the public are so horrified that should the person convicted ever complain of anything again, or had they ever complained of anything previously, no-one will believe a word that they say. Which is why Dafydd and the gang worked so hard over thirty years to secure convictions against me; why they tried to portray patient F as sexually questionable (see previous posts) and why a letter from someone who doesn’t exist – Sylvia Granalda – was sent to Brown’s senior managers at De Montfort University telling them that Brown was a ‘known paedophile’ who had ‘committed many offences’ when he worked at Aston University but ‘hadn’t been caught’. See post ‘A Nasty, Ludicrous Poison Pen Letter’. My, what a good laugh we had – if Brown hadn’t been caught, he wasn’t a known paedophile was he Dafydd/Elfed/Martin?
A Man Who In 1987 Heard Dafydd Threatening And Then Trying To Bribe Me:
Brown’s letters to Dafydd’s employers about the phone calls to which Brown was listening in were ignored.
A Lying Criminal Old Bastard:
The ‘hospital wing’ of Risley Remand Centre was full of Dafydd’s patients, many of whom were former kids in care. Risley Remand Centre was in Warrington, Cheshire.
The Mistress Of A Lying Criminal Old Bastard:
Lucille’s previous before she was Director of Gwynedd Social Services included employment as a children’s social worker in Cheshire. Even Ronnie Waterhouse admitted that Lucille knew about the abuse of children in the care of Gwynedd Social Services but failed to respond.
A Man Who Knows About Perverted Lusts:
Keith Laverack is a man who will have known many of the people who were involved in the abuse ring in the north west of England throughout the 1970s and 80s. He will have known about their links with rings in other parts of the UK. Keith later relocated to Cambridgeshire, where he eventually attained a senior position, so he will have known many of the people in that area who were involved with sexual abuse, as well as their links and associates. The Cambridgeshire shenanigans touched the lives of more than a few celebrity paedophiles because of the presence of Cambridge University in that region.
King, a Cambridge graduate, was jailed for historical sex offences against boys in 2001. King maintained that he knew many more people who had done exactly what he had and considerably worse to both boys and girls whom the police have never been near. Jonathan King is a tosser but I believe him with regard to that. Jonathan King also maintains that the judge who presided over his trial was known to him from his Cambridge days and was another person who had gay sex with teenaged boys.
Huw Daniel went to Jesus College, Oxford. Should any of Huw’s former peers wish to get in touch with info, I’d love to hear from them…
A 1965 clip from ‘Top of the Pops’ of King singing ‘Everyone’s Gone To The Moon’, which King recorded when he was still an undergrad, is available on You Tube and clearly shows Jimmy Savile having a knees up with the teenagers in the studio.
Jonathan King was a student at Trinity College, Cambridge. Rab Butler, Mr Tony Party throughout the middle of the 20th century who held just about ever ‘great office of state’ except that of PM, was Master of Trinity College, 1965-77.
Carlo studied at Trinity College, 1967-70 and Rab was his mentor and counsellor.
Rab was High Steward of Cambridge University, 1958-66 and High Steward of the City of Cambridge from 1963 until his death in 1982. Butler was also the first Chancellor of the University of Essex, 1966-82 and Chancellor of the University of Sheffield, 1959-77.
From 1972 to 1975, Butler Chaired the Committee on Mentally Abnormal Offenders, the Butler Committee, which proposed major reforms to the law and psychiatric services, not all of which have been implemented even today.
Baroness Jean Trumpington was a friend of Rab Butler and was the junior Health Minister under Thatch who appointed Jimmy Savile to the management task force of Broadmoor in 1986 (see posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’). Trumpers was based in Cambridgeshire for much of her adult life, including during the 1970s. Her husband Alan Barker was Headmaster of The Leys School; Trumpers was a leading light in the Tory Party in the area and she was also Mayoress of Cambridge. Trumpers served as a magistrate but was obliged to resign for reasons which she was never very clear about but were something to do with her relationship with the Cambridge Rapist. Trumpers sat on numerous bodies, including the Social Services Committee; she was involved with ‘homes’ for unmarried mothers and provision for women with mental health problems; she served as a prison visitor; she was involved with Addenbrookes Hospital and was a friend of Thatch. See post ’95 Glorious Years!’
The fragrant Lady Mary Archer and her husband Tuppence lived and might still live in Cambridgeshire and Lady Mary is involved with Addenbrookes Hospital. In 1987, Tuppence won a libel case against the ‘Daily Star’ after it was alleged that in 1986 he had paid a prostitute for sex. Tuppence denied paying her for sex but it was later revealed that Tuppence had committed perjury during the libel trial, as had the Fragrant One. Tuppence however was the only one charged. He was jailed for perjury and conspiring to pervert the course of justice in 2001. The prostitute who was due to give evidence against Tuppence died as a result of a car crash very shortly before the trial. See post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’.
The article which so upset Tuppence was published in the autumn of 1986 when Tuppence was Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party. As a result of the article, Tuppence resigned and was replaced as Deputy Chairman by Sir Peter Morrison. I was unlawfully detained by the gang in north Wales for the first time in the autumn of 1986, just weeks before the article about Tuppence appeared. My housemate Anne Vernon who knew what was happening to me at the hands of the Top Doctors was killed in a car crash in the spring of 1986. When I finally received copies of my medical records just a few years ago, I found copies of all the letters of complaint that I had written to Gwynedd Health Authority and other bodies. I had made some references to Tuppence’s trial – I had joked about it – and every reference that I had made to Tuppence had been underlined, but there was no indication as to who had done this. Gwynedd Health Authority had sent copies of all my correspondence to the Welsh Office’s crooked lawyer, Andrew Park.
A lot of people got very worried in 1986, because the net looked as if it was dangerously near to closing in on some molesters in high places. Professor Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School who was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring with links to Dafydd et al and many, many others, was arrested and in Dec 1986 jailed, two/three days after Dafydd et al had me unlawfully arrested and banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. The High Society Paedophile In Distress flare was sent up and Ollie was released from prison early on appeal by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane in May 1987. The police who had worked long and hard to jail Ollie were furious, but they were dealing with a system which was rotten through and through. Ollie’s mates all remained in their very senior jobs at the top of their professions…
When I worked at St George’s, 1989-91, Ollie’s friend and colleague Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain articulated the view that Ollie was a wonderful man with a sad weakness and the whole business was most unfortunate. Had Ollie merely given in to temptation on a few occasions and exposed himself while clad in a dirty mac or even tried to resist his penchant for children I too would take Chamberlain’s view. Indeed many people who are dragged through the courts with the sound of the mob baying in their ears do fall into the ‘sad and lonely’ category. However Ollie was a leading figure in an international criminal gang, who was ruthlessly using his professional contacts to keep the whole lot of them out of trouble. Children were targeted, assaulted and trafficked into prostitution, including the sort of kids who were the last kids on the planet to be interested in sex or nightlife etc. Witnesses were killed and whistleblowers within the professional circles had their careers and lives ruined. Geoffrey Chamberlain was one of the people who was ensuring that whistleblowers’ careers came to an end.
The GMC and other professional bodies of those involved knew exactly how serious the crime was. They allowed it to continue and afforded the criminals complete protection.
The Lord Butler of Saffron Walden
If Keith Laverack did have any knowledge of those at High Table or indeed in other High Places who were doing what they should not have been doing, those people will have been most grateful to Huw Daniel for publicising Keith Laverack’s perverted lusts and banging him up for 18 years at the beginning of the Waterhouse Inquiry. Had Mr Laverack ever felt like Opening His Heart and grassing a few people up – because he wasn’t abusing those kids all by himself was he Huw? – the howls of outrage from all quarters would have drowned him out, as indeed they did Jonathan King.
Press reports of Keith Laverack’s trial also mentioned that Huw Daniel lifted an order previously imposed which the police had obtained preventing the identification of a number of other men who had been charged with sex offences against children as part of a big paedophile trial. The police had obtained the order because they were of the opinion that if the other men were identified at that stage, the bigger trial would be jeopardised.
Nice work Huw, you banged up one man for 18 years but ensured that everybody heard about his shocking perverted lusts, thus preventing anyone listening to any allegations that he might make in the future about his associates and then you did your best to sabotage a much bigger trial! The police must have felt like bludgeoning you to death you corrupt old bastard. They’ll have worked for years to have got that lot into court and witnesses lives will have been put at risk.
A round of applause for the No Nonsense Judge!
Throughout 1997, the mental health services worked very hard to have me arrested and charged – any offence would do, as long as it could be used to confirm how dangerous I was. The plans had begun long before then, back in 1994, when the arrests of the bottom feeders in north Wales/Cheshire began (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’), escalated throughout 1995 and 1996 and then in Nov 1997, I was arrested on the basis of the perjury of Bridget Lloyd, an Angel, along with Patient F. We were acquitted in Jan 1998, only to find that Dr Tony Francis had written reports for the Court explaining that WHEN we were found guilty, F should be put on probation and I should be transferred to a secure psychiatric hospital (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’). I have now been told that the lawyers who asked Francis to write those reports were in breach of the law, because lawyers must not pre-empt court proceedings. The lawyers advising Francis et al up until then had been Tony Lane of Caernarfon and the crooked Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park. See previous posts.
Although F and I were acquitted, there was no investigation into the perjury and a flat refusal to apologise to us. Francis and his colleagues robustly defended their decision to have us arrested.
It was recently made public that a former Bishop of Chester abused children for many years and was never stopped, although his activities were well-known. There were many busy bees, including wealthy, influential busy bees, in Cheshire for decades.
Because Huw Daniel always mouthed off when he was presiding, the press usually were given a few florid quotes for publication, even if they were rather misleading or simply lies. Daniel presided over another sex abuse trail in May 1997 which received coverage in the ‘Warrington Guardian’ on 30 May. It was reported that a Bruce McLean had ‘showed little emotion’ when Daniel had jailed him for nine years the previous week. According to Daniel, McLean was a ‘classic paedophile’ and Daniel said that many of McLean’s victims had come from troubled family backgrounds where they may have already been abused. Daniel told McLean: ‘You took advantage of the system within which you worked to have contact privately with young children… you knew it was wrong, they didn’t.’ Just as most of the psych patients and former kids in care had no idea of how many laws Dafydd et al routinely broke. Huw Daniel knew though, so one wonders why he never raised concerns about it.
McLean’s defence counsel, Anthony Gee QC, told Chester Crown Court that prison would be tough on McLean, 41, who had no previous convictions. But Daniel ‘attacked the former care worker for making victims relive their experiences in the witness box’: ‘You showed them no mercy at all’ he said, adding: ‘It will go hard on you in prison, but I have no sympathy with you at all.’
If for once in British criminal history, justice is ever done and Huw Daniel finds himself sitting in HMP Berwyn with anal injuries after encountering Mr Big in the showers, I’ll pay him a visit and remind him of that sentiment. I’ll look forward to that Huw!
McLean was convicted of 10 counts of indecent assault involving seven boys and a girl. McLean, formerly of King Street, Knutsford, was cleared of two other counts of indecent assault after Huw Daniel directed the jury to return not guilty verdicts due to insufficient evidence.
I have no idea whether Bruce McLean was guilty of any of the offences for which he was convicted or not, but I do know that I had not threatened to kill anyone when Daniel made it quite clear that he thought that he would be sending me to prison for threatening to kill Alun Davies. Well the evidence was overwhelming – at least eight Angels heard me do it. Except that every one of them was lying and Patricia Gaskell, the Ysbyty Gwynedd solicitor, had sent a memo around asking for even more of them to go down the police station and lie about me. There was also an occupational therapy assistant who made a statement about me threatening to kill Davies, whom I was told was ‘forced’ to make the statement.
In Feb 2000 Huw was in action once more. BBC News Wales reported that Daniel had jailed James McMorrow from Sligo, Eire, for three years after smuggling nearly 50 kilos of cannabis with a street value of more than £170k. The details of the case are impressive. McMorrow had been living in Spain for eight months and was paid £70 expenses and was due to receive another £3000 for successfully delivering the drugs to Dublin via Holyhead.
Huw Daniel said that there appeared to be an active drug trade between Spain and Ireland and it was clear that the defendant was a courier in a well-organised trip.
He was to be paid a substantial sum, he had contact numbers and a mobile telephone and there was a false passport.
‘This was carefully organised,’ Daniel said.
He had been caught thanks to the vigilance of Special Branch at Holyhead according to Daniel.
Prosecuting barrister Mr Andrew Green told how when interviewed the defendant said that he was in debt and there had been threats not only to himself, but also to his pregnant girlfriend and child.
Defending barrister Miss Anna Price said that her client had started a landscaping business in Spain and had borrowed money from those who were not terribly tolerant when it came to paying the money back.
Following the case, North Wales Police said it operated a ‘vigilant’ policy on drug trafficking.
‘A number of specific operations and routine checks have resulted in over £3.5 m worth of drugs seized in the last year,’ a police statement explained.
‘North Wales Police are aware of the potential use of Holyead port for illegal smuggling activities and work with other agencies in this country and abroad to prevent and detect offences.’
North Wales Police, Special Branch and Huw:
Dafydd’s been doing fake ID documents for years. He is also very good at giving his phone number(s) out and at answering his phone(s), even in the small hours, or when he is abroad conducting ‘clinics’ in France. He’s always available – not for NHS patients obviously, they languished in locked wards for years without so much of a glimpse of him – but if someone rings him at 2 am and he thinks that it might be one of his gang in trouble or a politician in distress having been arrested, dear old Dafydd will answer the phone.
It’s why Dafydd never changed his number and why he was in the phone book for years after he told the High Court in Liverpool in Nov 1994 that I was making his private and professional life ‘intolerable’ by my constant phone calls to him. Although the calls weren’t from me, as Dafydd explained himself in his affidavit, ‘the calls are from McDuff’. See posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’. So why I received the injunction I never quite worked out. One call simply consisted of someone blowing a raspberry down the phone at Dafydd – or as Dafydd explained to the High Court, someone impersonating ‘the sound of a flatus’ – and another call involved a middle aged man telling Dafydd that it was me phoning and that I’d had a sex change. So Dafydd reported me to the North Wales Police who arrived at my house and threatened me with arrest. Although they could see that I hadn’t had a sex change. Perhaps they thought that I’d changed back again.
Brown and me were reminiscing recently and Brown said that what Top Docs involved in serious crime need to keep themselves out of trouble is celebrity patients, including politicians.
There was an Empowered Service User in Bethesda for years who was refused all Help from Gwynedd Social Services because they were Fed Up With Her. This Empowered Service User always maintained that when she was younger she’d been a groupie who had slept with Mick Jagger. See previous posts.
Bill Wyman: famous for picking up 13 year old Mandy Smith when he was in middle age and beginning a sexual relationship with her when she was 14. Mandy later said that she regretted her involvement with Mr Wyman.
Paula Yates’s very early career was as a model for Penthouse. Paula met St Bob when she was, by her own description, a groupie. Paula spent her early years in north Wales (see previous posts). She lived in Llandudno and then in Rowen, the village in which Lord Wyn Roberts – Thatcher’s Minister in the Welsh Office – who served as Dafydd’s umbrella for decades also lived (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Paula went to school in north Wales as well.
Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School, who was concealing the paedophile/trafficking gang in south London of which his friend and colleague Professor Oliver Brooke was a key player as well as Dafydd’s gang in north Wales, was Cilla Black’s Top Doctor. See post ‘Now Then…’ and other posts. Cilla was also a personal friend of Chamberlain. That’s the Cilla who was the song bird from Liverpool when Dafydd was a young man with a spring in his step and building up his empire in the north west of England. See posts ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’ and ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’. Cilla was an enthusiastic supporter of Thatch and was well connected in Tory circles.
I also mentioned to Brown that I am certain that, a la Thatch, Dafydd was boosted up on amphetamines, hence his ability to undertake such a punishing schedule, crashing around in police stations and in Denbigh in the early hours. Brown suggested that Dafydd might have been fuelled by cocaine. Dafydd could have prescribed either for himself but his nose has never rotted away – although it was impressively red as a result of all the booze – so I suspect amphetamine was Dafydd’s preferred pick-me-up.
The North Wales Police have worked really hard for many years to avoid busting Dafydd. The GMC have ignored complaint after serious complaint about Dafydd since the 1970s, including abuse and neglect of patients leading to death; unlawful imprisonment; financial exploitation of patients; dishonesty; perjury; sexual exploitation of patients; bribery and corruption. If the GMC were to be forced to make public their file on Dafydd, it would make Harold Shipman look like a minor shoplifter. The GMC had received a couple of complaints about Shipman; they have received scores about Dafydd. Incredulous people have always remarked of Dafydd ‘he just does whatever he wants and no-one, no-one stops him’. It is quite true and the buck stops at every Chairman and Chief Exec of the GMC that there has been for decades.
Another case over which Huw Daniel presided was that of a child abduction in August 2002. BBC News Wales reported that Charles Kenneth Nicholls, 41, had appeared at Mold Crown Court, charged with abducting an 11 year old girl from near Wrexham. Nicholls appeared in Court accompanied by an Angel, as a result of being a patient at Ty Llewelyn, the secure psychiatric unit at Llanfairfechan in Gwynedd, which at that time was under the management of the North West Wales NHS Trust. The senior NHS manager responsible for Ty Llewellyn was Alun Davies. Nicholls had, by the time that he had appeared before Daniel, been transferred to Ty Llewellyn by the Home Office under the Mental Health Act. The judge responsible for Mental Health Review Tribunals at the time was one Huw Daniel. It was in 2002 that Davies and the perjurers of the North Wales Wales NHS Trust claimed to have been witness to me threatening to kill Davies.
Here’s an Interesting Fact. Before I was sentenced to the maximum possible for telling Alun Davies’s secretary that he was a fat idiot, Huw Daniel deferred sentencing for a psychiatric report on me to be compiled by the perjurers of the Hergest Unit. Daniel said that he would imprison me for contempt of court if I did not ‘co-operate’ with it. When I returned for sentencing Daniel hit the fucking roof because there was no court report. The Hergest hadn’t compiled one or invited me to ‘co-operate’ at any point.
So what went wrong then Huw you fat crook? Did someone at the Hergest Unit get cold feet because they knew that the whistleblower was onto them and had threatened to expose them? Or were the ‘excellent’ perjurers of the Hergest Unit so grossly incompetent that they failed to carry out the last bit of the plan and recommend that I should be transferred to a secure unit, because that is what the plan was wasn’t it?
You have questions to answer Daniel and I’m happy to call you a bent malignant bastard online because I now have a mountain of documents which makes it very clear what was going on behind closed doors at that time.
David Blunkett was Home Secretary throughout it all, under Miranda as PM. It was Michael Beloff QC, Cherie’s colleague, who in his capacity as legal adviser for Municipal Mutual, ensured that the Jillings Report on the abuse of kids in the care of Clwyd County Council from 1974 onward was completely suppressed and was not even made available to the County Councillors (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’). Municipal Mutual also insured the North Wales Police. The Chief Constable of the North Wales Police, David Owen, refused to co-operate with the first police investigation into the possible presence of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire. When Miranda was PM, he and Cherie entertained Michael Beloff at Chequers.
In 2001, the year following the publication of the Waterhouse Report, Miranda appointed David Hanson, the Labour MP for Delyn, as his PPS (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II’). Before becoming an MP, David Hanson had been a Councillor in Cheshire, as had his wife Margaret. Margaret Hanson had also worked as a children’s and family senior social worker for Cheshire County Council. Margaret Hanson is currently the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. The Chairman of the Betsi is Dr Peter Higson, who worked as a clinical psychologist at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, later became general manager of that institution and then was appointed a senior manager for the mental health services for the wider north Wales region. While Higson occupied those posts, patients were illegally imprisoned in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Higson’s sister Ruth Hussey is a Top Doctor, who ended up as Chief Medical Officer for Wales. David Hanson’s early career was with Scope – allegations concerning the abuse of residents in Scope facilities have been made.
If any readers know who Higson’s and Hussey’s parents were I’d love to hear. They grew up in Llanwrst, which is a hub of the petite bourgeoisie who have caused such chaos in north Wales and wherever there is an abuser who needs protecting there is Higson and Hussey. Furthermore who did Hussey marry?
When Huw Daniel jailed Keith Loverack and sabotaged the bigger trial, Miranda knew that he’d be in No 10 in two months time. When Huw Daniel jailed Bruce McLean, Miranda was newly resident in No 10.
Tough on crime, tough on the causes of crime!
BBC News Wales reported that it was alleged that Nicholls had abducted the girl from her home and released her outside. Nicholls pleaded not guilty to unlawfully taking and carrying the girl away and to a charge of affray.
Huw Daniel ordered that the trial should be held at Mold Crown Court. Which is interesting, because when I was charged with threatening to kill Alun Davies, Daniel just happened to be the judge on the occasion of the first hearing, yet he made a point of demanding that my trial should be listed for Mold Crown Court and that he should be the judge to preside over it.
So what was going on at Mold Crown Court that so endeared that institution to Huw Daniel? The Crown Court at which dear old Ronnie Waterhouse was a regular and at which some of Ronnie’s friends and relations had been/were at that time responsible for administrating?
Experience has taught me that when legal/judicial corruption is at work on the Chester and Wales Circuit, great care is taken to ensure that the defendant who is to be stitched up appears in the right court in front of the right judge, even if this means that the court and the judge have to be changed, as they were when Gwynedd Social Services tried to have me imprisoned in 1990 on the basis of the perjury of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. In that case, great efforts were made to ensure that I appeared in Chester before Justice John Roch, although my barrister wasn’t told that the court and judge had been changed (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’).
John Roch was must been the most excellent paedophiles’ friend because he later became Lord Justice Roch.
Legal authorities: Should anyone ever get round to jailing Huw Daniel, when he subsequently appeals, can you ensure that it is not Lord Justice Roch who hears the appeal? One way of preventing this would be to prosecute and imprison Roch for his own collusion with serious crime in 1990. Diolch yn fawr.
John Roch has also found his way into the Queen’s Privy, along with many other paedophiles’ friends.
Where justice is rarely upheld at Chester:
I mentioned in the comments following my post ‘Tan yn Llyn’ that at least one young man who had burgled Huw Daniel’s house near Tal-y-Bont, Bethesda, was never charged. The young man made a full confession in the police station – presumably Bangor Police Station – in front of someone with whom I was very friendly back in the mid-1990s, who told me that the scenes in the police station were quite extraordinary and very, very funny. The young man in question had turned over Daniel’s house and helped himself to a few interesting things, including a camera. I’m not sure when the burglary had happened, it was probably in the late 1980s.
The police were interviewing the young man and were trying to ascertain whether he had gone equipped for burglary. Which he had. He had been found with a screwdriver on him as well as other tools and the police officer asked ‘why did you have those tools with you?’ To which the young man replied ‘because I’m a fokkin professional aren’t I?’ A mental health professional was also present at the interview – it was either a Top Doc or a clin psy, I’m not sure which – who repeatedly told the person under arrest that he was here to help him. So the mental health professional was asked by the arrested person if he could get him a nice pair of trainers… The upshot was that the young man under arrest made it very plain indeed that he had gone to Huw Daniel’s house equipped to burgle and indeed he had burgled. He didn’t give a bugger about being arrested, because he had already served a stint in Risley Remand Centre where he had been treated so brutally that nothing could frighten him any more.
My friend had gone to visit him in Risley just after the screws had kicked the living daylights out of him. He was visibly injured when my friend went to visit him. She challenged a thug of a screw who yelled at her that he hated the little bastards and yes they would give them a kicking. My friend didn’t make formal representation to the Prison Service – she realised that would be a complete waste of time – but she did make damn sure that a lot of people knew that she had witnessed the state of the young man whom she visited in Risley.
So imagine her surprise when the young man was never charged with burgling Huw Daniel. The matter was quietly forgotten about and instead a referral to the mental health services was made. The young man in question rattled around the ‘services’ for a while until, in the early 1990s, Dafydd suddenly took an interest in him and he was told that he was Dafydd’s patient. By this time the young man’s life was in chaos and he had developed a serious drug problem.
My friend was very worried about some of the things that were happening in this young man’s consultations with Dafydd, including Dafydd telling him that he loved him. She tried to persuade him not to maintain contact with Dafydd but then she found that Dafydd’s patient was receiving a few benefits from being a patient of Dafydd’s, as well as of course whichever drugs he requested. The young man had been paid to appear in a TV programme and say that if Dafydd retired he would never be able to cope. This was in about 1994, when Dafydd had become so embarrassing that even the NHS in north Wales wanted to see the back of him. Dafydd received wall to wall good PR from just about every media outlet in Wales – Kilroy, the Vincent Kane Debates, S4C, BBC Wales, all the local papers, everybody really – and the message was the same: Dafydd is so overwhelmingly loved by his patients that they will never manage without him and here they are telling us that on camera. Er yes, because they were paid to do so…
Dafydd ‘retired’ in 1995, except that he didn’t retire, he left the employ of the NHS clutching the contract for him and his charity CAIS to provide substance abuse services for the whole of north Wales. Dafydd expanded that empire considerably over the following years and was gradually joined by his old muckers such as Lucille as they too ‘retired’ (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’).
During the Waterhouse Inquiry, the younger brother of the man who burgled Huw Daniel’s house died. He was 18 and a student at Coleg Menai. Unlike his older brother, he had never been in trouble with the law. He was taken ill at home and his mum rang Bethesda surgery. She was told by Dr Paul Nickson that he had flu. A few hours later he was even worse. His mum rang the surgery again and was told by Dr Gareth Jones that he agreed with Dr Nickson, all he needed was two paracetamol. Very soon afterwards, his parents took him to Ysbyty Gwynedd, not wanting to waste their time with Bethesda surgery again. As the young man entered Ysbyty Gwynedd he told everyone that he couldn’t see anything anymore, he had gone blind. He died shortly after. He had meningitis.
The following day there was a scene in Bethesda surgery. The dead boy’s mum walked into the waiting room and yelled at those waiting ‘Dying? Well just take a couple of paracetamol.’ She was chucked out and Dr Gareth Jones started shouting at the patients that it wasn’t his bloody fault. The dead boy’s mum subsequently tried to raise her concerns about the manner of her son’s death, but was told by the Top Docs that she was just upset because she felt guilty. Bethesda surgery certainly didn’t, they couldn’t give a stuff. The bad feeling towards the boy’s mum from the Top Docs continued for quite some time, because she did insist on doing things like having a gravestone with his photograph on it erected and she placed In Memoriam notices in the local papers. The Top Docs told people that she was making a right bloody fuss.
As for the lady who had been in the police station that day with the brother of the boy who subsequently died and witnessed the extraordinary scenes, she developed mental health problems – but not long term ones – and in the mid-1990s was referred to the Hergest Unit. Where two of her neighbours, Lena and Jim Henry, were employed as Angels. Lena and Jim were good enough to gossip about her to third parties to such an extent that she decided to move from the area, so she put her house up for sale at a reduced price to enable her to move away quickly. Lena and Jim bought it, after telling people that they’d always liked the house but couldn’t afford it when they first moved to that street.
It was shortly after my friend moved away that I was arrested and charged with threatening to kill Alun Davies. Lena Henry was by that time the senior nurse running the Hergest Unit and was one of those who perjured herself over the matter of my alleged threats to Davies. That was the third time that Lena had perjured herself within a few months; she had previously had me arrested on two other occasions, only for it to be revealed that she was lying. In one of her statements, she mentioned my friend who had witnessed the scene in the police station that day with Simon’s brother. There was no reason at all for Lena Henry to mention my friend in the statement, my friend knew nothing about Lena’s repeated efforts at having me imprisoned and was not involved in any way. But at least the North Wales Police knew the identity of yet another witness to Dafydd’s wrongdoing, to the violence of the staff at Risley and of course to whatever went on at the police station on the day that Simon’s brother was interviewed regarding the matter of Huw Daniel’s house being burgled.
So Huw Daniel knew that I had probably heard about that interview at the police station when he was looking forward to sentencing me to prison for threatening to kill Alun Davies.
Lena and Jim Henry were also two of the Angels who knew patient F, who, after challenging social workers about the abuse of boys in Ty Newydd children’s home in Bangor, had in 1986 been framed for drugs offences and arson, unlawfully imprisoned in Risley, then unlawfully detained in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year by Dafydd (see post ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’). Some years later when Lena and Jim were employed at the Hergest Unit, this man’s child was hijacked and handed over by Gwynedd Social Services to a family of predators containing two child abusers with the knowledge and collusion of the Hergest Unit (see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’).
Lena Henry had been a student Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the mid-1980s. She supervised the ‘occupational therapy’ of someone I know who, at the age of 19, found herself in Denbigh. The occupational therapy in question was packing Dr Whites in boxes. It was so bad that when she told me about this that we ended up laughing so much that she suggested that if we carried on taking trips down memory lane we’d be in need of incontinence pads rather than Dr Whites. I’m sure that Lena would be happy to deliver the incontinence pads to our respective houses and we could get packing. For no pay of course. I’ve got a PhD and the packer of Dr Whites ended up with a Masters degree, but hey we’re Empowered Service Users rather than Trained Angels, what would we want with a salary?
Lena is keen on higher degrees for the Angels at Hergest. She told Angels who struggled with their Training to enrol for Masters degrees even when they didn’t want to because ‘it will make the Hergest Unit look better’. Fortunately for Lena, even Angels without A levels yet alone first degrees were accepted onto Masters courses as a result of a most helpful attitude on the part of Bangor University’s School of Healthcare Sciences. It was only the semi-literate perjuring Angels of north Wales who were viewed so positively by the School of Healthcare Sciences. A mole forwarded me an e mail written by a highly competent Angel from elsewhere, to which a very impressive CV was attached, politely asking if she could apply for a place on a Masters at the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor. She was told to piss off.
The biggest laugh is that Denbigh will have been paid by whoever manufactured Dr Whites for my friend and the other patients’ free labour in packing the Dr Whites. Who on earth chose that line of occupational therapy for patients? In other places patients undertook educational, stimulating tasks such as packing paper towels, but at Denbigh it was Dr Whites. Dafydd must have worked doubly hard to land that commission. He probably rang around all the different sanitary towel manufacturers asking if Denbigh could take on the contract.
Patients in dungeons, packing Dr Whites as occupational therapy, the babies of people who had dared report the abuse of children in care abducted… This happened in the 1980s and 90s, not in the 19th century. The people who oversaw it all recently occupied/are still occupying the highest positions in the NHS/Social Services and are Gov’t advisers.
One person who appeared on the BBC Kane Debates along with Dafydd was Paul Flynn, the Labour MP for Newport West. Paul Flynn made very much more sense on TV than Dafydd; Dafydd banged on about cannabis psychosis and Paul Flynn challenged him over such idiocy. Although I appreciated Paul Flynn refusing to join in the panic over Reefer Madness, it was many years before I discovered that Paul Flynn knew Dafydd of old; he knew that Dafydd was involved with serious organised crime as well as with the most shocking abuse of patients, yet Paul Flynn has never said a word about any of it.
In the Oct 1974 General Election, Paul Flynn stood as the Labour candidate for Denbigh. Ieuan Wyn Jones was the Plaid candidate, who also knew all about Dafydd, as did the Angel to whom Ieuan was married (see post ‘Tan yn Llyn’). Flynn didn’t get elected to Parliament until 1987, when he won Newport West from the Tory incumbent Mark Robinson, who won the seat in 1983. Mark Robinson was one of those who wrote to me refusing to take action after I complained about the north Wales mental health services in 1985, in Robinson’s capacity as a minion at the Welsh Office. So Paul Flynn nipped into Newport West as a result of the election upon which the Windbag was pinning all his hopes and had caused the Windbag to toady like mad to NHS workers. It was during the run up to the 1987 General Election that Tony Francis, Dafydd et al made all those elaborate plans to trap me, frame me and imprison me immediately after the election (see eg. posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’).
In 1992, Mark Robinson resurfaced as the MP for Somerton and Frome, when those people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales became so affluent! See posts ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’. Robinson came from a west country family near Bristol – as did Dafydd’s partner-in-crime Dr D.G.E. Wood – and had worked at the UN before becoming an MP. After he was elected for Somerton and Frome, Robinson became PPS to paedophiles’ friends Baroness Linda Chalker and then Douglas Hurd (see previous posts). From 1987–1995 Robinson was a Director of Leopold Joseph, the Merchant Bank and from 1988–92 he was a Member of the Board of the Commonwealth Development Corporation.
As for Paul Flynn, he grew up in Cardiff, attended St Illtyd’s RC School and then went on to University College Cardiff. He worked as a chemist in the steel industry, where he remained until 1983. After a year as a broadcaster on Gwent Community Radio, in 1984 Flynn became a researcher for the MEP Llew Smith – who had to give up that seat in 1994 because the Windbag’s wife wanted it – and remained as such until his election to the Commons in 1987.
Flynn was a member of Newport Borough Council, 1972–1981 and of Gwent County Council, 1974–1982. Professor Kenneth Rawnsley, the Top Doctor at Cardiff University who protected Dafydd et al for decades, was married to Top Doctor Elinor Kapp, who worked as a child psychiatrist in Gwent. Elinor was involved in one of the charidees founded by the child molesting Labour MP for Cardiff West and Speaker of the House, George Thomas. See post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’.
Flynn joined the front bench under the Windbag in 1988 as a spokesman for health and social security and then for social security in 1989. While he ignored the screams coming from north Wales and all those bodies of witnesses which were turning up.
Paul Flynn Chaired the Broadcasting Council of Wales so perhaps he had something to do with all Dafydd’s TV appearances.
Here are the waifs who sang the song ‘I’d Do Anything’ in the musical ‘Oliver!’
Other favourites from ‘Oliver!’ were ‘Boy For Sale’, ‘I Shall Scream’, ‘That’s Your Funeral’, ‘Coffin Music’, ‘Oliver’s Escape’ (yes, Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane let him out of prison on appeal), ‘Be Back Soon’, You’ve Got To Pick a Pocket Or Two’ and ‘Who Will Buy?’.
Fagin, the conniving career criminal who takes in homeless children, leads them into crime and then lets them take the rap for everything:
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:
Dr. Grimwig, a friend of Mr. Brownlow. He assesses Oliver’s condition at the beginning of Act II, deeming him fit to go outside:
There were a great many waifs who tried to get into Parliament by standing as the candidates for various parties for the Denbigh constituency while singing ‘I’d Do Anything’. I have mentioned some of them in previous posts. Labour candidates included: Sir William Mars-Jones (the barrister/judge and friend of Ronnie Waterhouse) in 1945; the Godfather of the Pwllheli solicitors Robyn Lewis in 1955 (before Lewis defected to Plaid); Ann Clwyd in 1970; and Emlyn Sherrington (who ended up working as a lecturer in the School of History at Bangor University) in Feb 1974. In 1966 Edward Griffiths was the Labour candidate for Denbigh. Griffiths was the Director of the British Steel Association who was subsequently elected for Sheffield Brightside in 1968.
In Sept 1974 Griffiths was deselected by his constituency in favour of Joan Maynard, who was dubbed ‘Stalin’s Granny’ owing to her left-wing views. Maynard joined the Labour Party in 1946 and served as a councillor on North Yorkshire County Council. She was appointed a JP at Thirsk in 1950. Having acted as Labour agent in Thirsk, North Yorkshire, Maynard was elected in 1974 as MP for Sheffield Brightside and held the seat until she retired in 1987. She was elected to Labour’s NEC, 1972–82 and 1983–87 and was Vice-Chair of the Labour Party 1980–81. Throughout her political career Maynard advocated policies on the left of the Labour Party and Chaired the left-wing Campaign Group. She served on the Agriculture Select Committee, 1975–87.
Joan Maynard was succeeded in her seat by David Blunkett. Who, like Maynard, never said a word about the activities of Jimmy Savile and his associates in Yorkshire. Blunkett was Home Secretary throughout the whole of the time that Alun Davies et al conspired to frame me and have me imprisoned with the assistance of their mate Huw Daniel.
Blunkett: perjury, conspiracy to pervert the course of justice and then altering the PNC and forging a certificate of indictment stating that I pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’ immediately after Huw Daniel found that he wasn’t able to imprison me after all, although I have never been charged with violent disorder, is very, very serious stuff. Do you know anything about it?
The Lord Blunkett
Do leave a comment on the blog Blunkett, or perhaps your then boss Miranda would like to explain. His wife’s a judge, so she’ll know how bloody illegal it all was. Does she know a man called Huw Daniel by any chance?
Edward Griffiths defected to the Tories in 1979.
As for all these waifs who’d Do Anything to become the democratically elected Parliamentary representative for the patient batterers of Denbigh, it was all to no avail because again and again the bent barrister Geraint Morgan (see previous posts) held the seat for the Tories, over a period of decades.
Dear old Dafydd himself stood as the Plaid candidate for Denbigh in the General Elections of 1959 and 1964. I can only marvel that he didn’t win; despite providing 100% protection for the criminal wrongdoing of the whole town, Dafydd polled very poorly. It was early days for Plaid but had Dafydd not been such a scumbag who was silently loathed by those who did his bidding, he could have made political history by being Plaid’s first MP.
It should have been you Dafydd!
Dafydd wouldn’t have threatened to starve himself to death in order to obtain a Welsh language fourth TV channel, he’d have held a dirty protest.
Why anyone remained deluded about Huw Daniel’s integrity or even intelligence after March 1985 I do not know. That was the month in which the Rev Emyr Owen of Tywyn, Gwynedd was imprisoned for four years for defiling corpses; precisely cutting the penes off of three dead bodies, feeding one penis to the sea gulls and injecting another with hot water to make it go all erect like, Emyr being a man of perverted lusts. Huw Daniel was the prosecuting barrister who related this fairytale to the Court. Huw Daniel might believe that a severed penis will go erect if it is injected with hot water but anyone with a knowledge of Bachelor’s level anatomy and physiology would be able to tell him that it wouldn’t. The penis would need a blood supply attached to a living human being and even if an alternative to that were found – some sort of complex mechanical replacement – an injection of water into a severed penis would destroy the cells as a result of osmosis. So Emyr most definitely confessed to something that he did not do and could not have done. A psychiatrist’s report was involved in Emyr’s trial. Had this psychiatrist not passed his early exams in anatomy and physiology? I think we should be told, because a Top Doc who doesn’t understand basic physiology, biochem and anatomy is a dangerous thing.
Emyr was a man who was suspected of being gay. He came from Blaenau Ffestiniog so he would be familiar with those we know and love and furthermore he was the chaplain to the High Sheriff. So he knew how corrupt the whole lot of them were. No wonder he was imprisoned for Perverted Lusts and ‘Orrible Crimes, which came from the imagination of Huw Daniel.
See previous posts for more information regarding the farcical framing of the Rev Emyr Owen.
Was Emyr Owen the first Innocent Man Beyond Doubt whom Huw Daniel sent to prison? Or were there other victims, who, no matter to what they confessed, simply could not have committed the crimes because the crimes were a biological impossibility?
The 15th century European witch hunters guide the Malleus Maleficarum, written by Heinrich Kramer and Jacob Sprenger, maintained that witches kept penes in nests and fed them on oats.
OK Huw, are the affidavits ready? The ones which have been sworn by numerous Top Docs and Angels stating that they have found those nests of penes that I keep and that they’ve even seen me going off in the morning to feed the willies their oats? Feeding time is at 7 am, they have a snack for lunch, then I give the willies their main meal at 8 pm. Just so that you know!
When I was an undergrad, before I knew anything about Chester being the hub of a bunch of corrupt lawyers and judges and an associated gang of paedophiles, Brown and I used to like visiting that city. There was a bookshop with a friendly woman in there with whom we used to chat, a shop selling hippyish clothes called Lee Louise where I used to buy bits and pieces and also a shop selling Goth and alternative gear. The shop with the Goth stuff in was manned by two young women who certainly looked interesting but one day when we were in there burrowing around we heard them discussing one of their friends who had gone to study at a ‘Marxist College’ and the two young women were outraged by this. They were observing that their friend’s mind had been turned by reading ‘The Guardian’ and now he really was studying crap. Whereupon they got out their ‘Daily Mail’. It was so bad that Brown and I got the hell out of there and Brown observed that their ideology was rather more conservative than their appearance.
However during the conversation between the ‘Daily Mail’ reading Goths, it became clear to us that the Marxist College under discussion was Coleg Harlech. Harlech wasn’t what I would call a Marxist College, but it was unique in that it offered funded residential places to students who had come from backgrounds where they had not had opportunities to undertake Higher Education. Harlech was living Miranda’s dream of widening participation long before Miranda was doing his ‘Education, Education, Education’ bit.
Since I began this blog, I’ve been told that our trips to Chester were another place where Dafydd’s gang had clocked Brown and me. Whether the ‘Daily Mail’ reading Goths were yet more undercover officers helping Dafydd and the gang rather than their targets I don’t know, but I do know someone who was at Harlech at the same time as the gang was targeting me at Bangor. It was a girl whom I’d known from Bridgwater, but she was a few years older than me, Karen Knowledon. When we were all in Somerset Karen had known Stuart Beauchamp, the man who lived in our village whom I have now been told was linked to Dafydd’s gang. Karen shared a house with Stuart but she fell out with him, moved out and then a few years later went to Harlech. Karen had a sister, Beverley, who knew the same crowd. When she was at Harlech, Karen was taught by Ron Ipophen who later became a lecturer in the School of Healthcare Sciences aka the School of Nursing at Bangor University. I don’t know what Ron knew about Dafydd’s gang – Ron’s colleagues at the School of Nursing knew a great deal about Dafydd, indeed Ruhi Behi, the Head of the School of Nothing, had previously worked as an Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh – but Ron will have known something. Ron Ipophen lived in Sin City, Chester.
There were two very good historians who worked at Harlech, but like Bangor and Aberystwyth, the wider institution was run by the paedophiles’ friends. See previous posts.
Well you can all fess up, not because I want people like Stuart and Karen to end up in prison, but because I want Huw fucking Daniel to be held to account. The world had had enough of people with not much money and not much power being banged up because they did something that they should not have many years ago, while bastards like Huw Daniel receive rounds of applause for Getting Tough. Perhaps someone would like to cram Huw Daniel, D.G.E. Wood, Peter Higson and Ruth Hussey all in the same cell with one chamber pot between them, while Martin Jones, Elfed Roberts, Lucille and Dafydd can all be detained in one of Dafydd’s own ‘care homes’. Edwina Hart and Mark Drakeford can be booked into Ysbyty Gwynedd for the treatment for their next painful, life-threatening condition. I’ll record their groans of agony when the Angels refuse them any pain relief and tell them that their attitude is all wrong. It will be guaranteed that no complaint that they make will be investigated, so there’ll be a happy ending.
In Dec 1999, two months before the Waterhouse Report was published, an article appeared in ‘The Guardian’, entitled ‘Touched By Evil’, which was written by Anne Garvey and presented the stories of some of the people who had been abused by Keith Laverack. Anne Garvey mentioned that her husband was a lawyer who was representing the survivors. I am in no way belittling what people went through at the hands of Keith Laverack and I am glad that Anne Garvey’s husband represented at least some of the survivors. However, Anne Garvey’s husband and no doubt Anne Garvey herself know that because of the endemic institutional corruption in medicine and the law, Keith Laverack is absolutely not the biggest problem. The people who are the biggest problem are The Guardian’s bread and butter and ‘The Guardian’ will not publish a word about them. ‘The Guardian’ has for decades provided acres of free PR for people who’s hands are awash with blood while delighting as another ‘career paedophile’ is jailed thanks to the New Attitude towards sexual abuse.
The abusers of north Wales really love ‘The Guardian’, I used to watch them reading it and discussing the insightful articles. Abusive mental health professionals are very keen on ‘The Guardian’ sweetheart Peter Beresford, the Only Professor Who’s An Out Service User, they lap him up. ‘The Guardian’ is a publication which is aimed at NHS workers, social workers and people working in education. ‘The Guardian’ has never got anywhere near to admitting how serious and widespread the abuse of vulnerable people is by the welfare services and how massive the collusion with it is. Everyone at all levels of the system colludes. Students notice it early in their courses. They report serious abuse/neglect and they are met with a tutor umming and aahing and telling the students that they are using ‘strong words’ if the students mention ‘abuse’ or ‘neglect’ and that they are only students without a full understanding of the complexities involved in caring for this client group…The usual outcome is that nothing is done and if the student expresses dissatisfaction at the lack of action, their card is quietly but surely marked…
After Huw Daniel served Dafydd and the Paedophiles In High Places so loyally from the bench, Huw was appointed Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd! Lilibet’s representative! That’s why he got to dress up in this ludicrous outfit.
When the old bastard stepped down in 2014, Lilibet appointed Edmund Seymour Bailey as Lord Lieutenant. Edmund had been Huw’s Deputy Lieutenant. Edmund has previously served as President of NFU Cymru and was High Sheriff of Gwynedd, 2012-13. So Edmund knows Bob Parry, the dodgy Chairman of Anglesey County Council, who is also a big wig in the NFU as well as a mate of Ieaun Wyn Jones’s (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).
Now here’s a salutary tale for those who gave Huw Daniel a round of applause in Chester Crown Court after he jailed Keith Laverack and waxed lyrical about Laverack’s perverted lusts.
In July 1996, a Llandudno man, Howard Hughes, was jailed for the rape and murder of seven year old Sophie Hook, who had been camping in her cousin’s garden in Llandudno when she disappeared in July 1995. Her body was subsequently discovered washed up in the sea. There was no forensic evidence against Howard Hughes. He had come under suspicion simply because he had been seen on the footpath near to the garden in which Sophie had been camping. Howard Hughes would have been noticed because he has a medical condition which has caused him to grow very tall; he’s heading toward 7ft. He has learning disabilities and cannot read and write.
Hughes began having problems in his early teens. He was from a middle class family and his father found it very difficult to accept that Howard was not going to achieve academically and lead the sort of life that would be expected for someone from his socio-economic background. Howard became involved with petty crime and by the time that he was convicted of Sophie’s murder his record of crime was appalling. Had the gang in north Wales succeeded in every one of their attempts to fit me up, my criminal record would look similar to that of Hughes’s. But I’m not a man with SEN who is nearly 7ft tall.
Howard Hughes had been in Bryn Estyn and in Garth Angharad, the personal prison of the paedophile gang where there was a ‘case conference’ held about me, by a man whom I had never heard of, attended by people who had never met me, while I sat in a lecture theatre in a London medical school as a postgrad, utterly unaware that this ‘case conference’ was being held. The conclusion was that I was extremely dangerous and should be placed in a high security institution. I knew nothing about this case conference until two years ago when my lawyer forwarded on my full medical files that had been witheld for decades. See post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’ for details.
Everyone involved with Howard Hughes throughout his life had been Of Those who we know and love. The whole lot of them. They had ‘assessed’ him, ‘treated’ him, ‘diagnosed’ him, arrested him, heard his confessions and indeed written them, because Howard is illiterate.
When Sophie went missing Howard was arrested what with lurking on that footpath, but the police had to release him because they could find no evidence at all that he had anything to do with Sophie’s disappearance. Howard was re-arrested hours later when the police searched his house in his absence and most conveniently found child porn. The North Wales Police seemed to know that they were looking for a man like Howard as soon as Sophie disappeared. They were after a ‘brute’, indeed a ‘big brute’.
The pathologist who gave evidence at Howard’s trial was Dr Donald Wayte. Wayte is married to Avril Wayte, who is a Trustee of Dafydd’s charity CAIS and who is employed to run the chaotic path labs of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Donald retired some time ago much to everyone’s relief. Donald’s career highlights included giving media interviews many years ago in which he stated that in most cases of cot death, the children had been murdered by their parents and taking a 15 year old boy who was the son of one of Donald’s friends into work with him for a few days because the teenager ‘wanted to know what goes on in a hospital’. There was no discussion re ethical issues, old Donald just took him into work with him. Corpses and all.
At Howard Hughes’s trial Wayte made a number of comments that were pure speculation but which he presented as fact. By then the only evidence against Hughes was the statement made by a child sex offender who was in prison with Hughes when Hughes was on remand, in which he stated that Hughes confessed to sexually assaulting and killing Sophie. The statement reads like the fantasy of a child sex offender. Howard Hughes was described as a ‘fiend’ by the judge at his trial.
Howard Hughes has always denied having any involvement with Sophie’s disappearance, assault or murder. After Howard Hughes was jailed, David Blunkett, the then Home Secretary, increased his tariff. Hughes is one of only three prisoners in the UK serving such a long sentence. See previous posts for the full details re Howard Hughes and Sophie’s murder.
There is much concern that Hughes is the subject of a serious miscarriage of justice.
Howard Hughes alleged that he was abused in Bryn Estyn and claimed compensation. His application was rejected, on the grounds that he was a convicted sex offender. One man who was very angry with Howard’s claim for compensation was Alan Guinn, the one time Mayor of Llandudno.
In March 2000, Alan Guinn was quoted in an article in ‘The Guardian’ as saying that those who ‘suffered’ at Bryn Estyn deserved compensation, but not Howard Hughes. Alan Guinn might like to take a long hard look at just about every person who said that they had been abused in Bryn Estyn. Virtually every single one of them has been denounced as a thieving, lying addict or worse who ‘doesn’t deserve’ compensation. They have the criminal records to prove it. Kids in care and psych patients in north Wales who complained about what happened to them somehow seemed to end up with criminal records which not only showed that they were ne’er do wells who couldn’t be believed, but also demonstrated that they didn’t deserve compensation either even when they had unquestionably been mistreated. There’s even a woman with a PhD who falls into that category, ooh she’s the worst of the lot, she’s really dangerous because she’s Just So Clever. You can tell she’s a bad lot, she was arrested constantly.
Alan Guinn will have known exactly how Dafydd et al conducted themselves in many situations, even if he didn’t witness events in Bryn Estyn.
A quick google search of Alan Guinn reveals him to be closely associated with many we know and love, indeed so many that I haven’t got time to detail them here, although I might return to this in a future post. It is worth my while mentioning one man who is in the Llandudno Rotary Club with Alan Guinn, Peter Tivy Jones. Tivy Jones is a retired obstetrician/gynaecologist who worked for decades at the St David’s Laundry in Bangor, where babies were illegally removed from women, where babies died or were born disabled as a result of cock-ups by Tivy Jones’s colleagues but the whole business was concealed and distraught bereaved parents were intimidated into silence by staff (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’). Tivy Jones was a man who refused to speak to private patients because ‘Mr Tivy Jones doesn’t like private patients’. So readers unacquainted with the Madness Of North Wales might be surprised to find that Mr Tivy Jones nonetheless accepted private patients along with their money. He just refused to speak to them, even when performing examinations. I know because I was friends with a lady in Beaumaris who had the Tivy Jones Private Patient Experience. If only she’d told me, I could have warned her not to waste her time or money with any of them.
Tivy Jones was also one of the Top Docs in north Wales who made it impossible for women throughout the region during the 1970s and 80s to access NHS abortions and forced them into the hands of the dangerous ‘private’ abortionist in Chester (see post ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’). Tivy Jones also probably knew about the gynaecologist in Ysbyty Gwynedd who sexually assaulted female patients; about the school girl who was unlawfully allowed into the hospital to observe gynaecological procedures; and about the psych patient who was passed around the junior gynaecologists of Ysbyty Gwynedd in the early 1990s, became pregnant twice and was coerced into terminations by the gynaecologists who had made her pregnant who arranged the abortions themselves. When she resisted their pressure to have terminations, the assistance of the mental health services was sought. See post ‘Another Case Of Not Knowing?’. After the young woman agreed to terminate her pregnancies, she was refused all NHS care in north Wales and told to move elsewhere if she wanted Help. Drs Tony and Sadie Francis knew about this case – they were among the Top Docs who refused to treat her – as did Dr Lyndon Miles, who was the young woman’s GP. The Dr Lyndon Miles who is a mate of Edwina Hart’s and who is now Chairman of St David’s Hospice in Llandudno; when Alun Davies finally waved good-bye to the smouldering wreck which was the Hergest after more than a decade of his mismanagement, he became Chief Executive of St David’s Hospice (see post ‘The CEOs of St David’s Hospice’) . Lyndon was previously Vice-Chair of Gwynedd Local Health Board and in the 1980s he worked with the people traffickers at the Student Health Centre at Bangor University.
Peter Tivy Jones is now gracing India with his Top Doc’s wisdom, but then a number of the Top Docs who have overseen the worst of the gore in north Wales are involved with medical missions to hot countries.
I remember Sophie Hook’s disappearance well. I was living in Rachub near Bethesda at the time and was being visited by the North Wales Police at least on a weekly basis – at the behest of Dafydd et al – who would either threaten to arrest me or arrest me. July 1995 was the month that Dafydd ‘retired’ and the month in which the world was told that the North Wales Hospital had closed, although it hadn’t… There were still patients out there and Gwynfryn Ward, the ‘mother and baby unit’ continued to operate…
My documents show that throughout 1995 and 1996, Dafydd et al conspired, lied, planted evidence and fabricated documents in their efforts to have me imprisoned or placed in a secure psychiatric institution…
It was the word of these people who were substantially responsible for sealing the fate of Howard Hughes.
I have no idea what Howard Hughes did or didn’t do. But I do know that one cannot believe a word of many of those who were involved with his case.
Yesterday a reader was kind enough to send me a document listing the Council Members of the BMA for 2014-15. There are a few interesting names on there, but in this post I just want to highlight two of them: Philip Banfield and Sheila Hollins.
Philip Banfield has featured on this blog before, but I’m briefly revisiting him. He is a Consultant Obs/Gyae for the Betsi Board and an Honorary Senior Lecturer, North Wales Clinical School / Cardiff University. Philip is the ‘Faculty Lead, Transforming Maternity Services’. So Philip is the man charged with turning around the maternity services in north Wales which were so bad that the Board ended up in special measures and is still in special measures.
Philip has worked in north Wales for many moons. So Philip, who was performing the dangerous abortions for money in Chester when your colleagues clubbed together and ensured that women in north Wales were unable to access NHS abortions? And what happened to all the babies born to those Denbigh patients?
Philip is Chair of the BMA’s Welsh Council. Or at least he was in 2014-15.
Professor the Baroness Sheila Hollins is a bundle of fun. The Baroness was a psychiatrist of learning disability at St George’s/Springfield Hospital when I worked there, 1989-91. When the whole of Springfield and much of St George’s facilitated Ollie Brooke’s paedophile gang as well as Dafydd’s in north Wales. Learning disabled with mental health problems as well? You’re not going to have a chance against the Top Docs are you. Such patients were getting pregnant, indeed I witnessed one of them give birth in the delivery suite at St George’s. The parents of the pregnant Springfield patients were always told that it was one of the other patients who was responsible for the pregnancy. Maybe it was in many cases, but when I met that young woman who had her baby in 1990, the staff kept commenting on the fact that the father of the baby was so disabled himself that they were surprised that he’d even managed to have sex competently to father a baby. How anyone knew that he was the father I don’t know, because he was so severely disabled that he couldn’t talk. The mother of the baby could talk, but she didn’t know how she’d got pregnant anyway. Oh well it was obviously him then wasn’t it…
Regarding the enormity of what is happening to vulnerable people and has been happening for a long time. On one of the occasions in 2002 when the Hergest Unit had me arrested, a very nice young policewoman came into my cell and was kind enough to say ‘look, most of the police down here think that you are a really nice person. We know what you’re trying to expose, but you will never, ever win. There are too many of them and they’re never going to leave you alone. You need to get out of north Wales for ever because they are determined to get you in prison.’ On that occasion I was released without charge. I saw the policewoman again in 2003. She turned up to Mold Crown Court for my trial and was one of those who had perjured herself in relation to the allegations that I had threatened to kill Alun Davies. As the charges were withdrawn, she followed the rest of the perjurers out of the door without saying a word to anyone…
My post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’ detailed how in the early 1990s a young woman called Rebecca Teacher made headlines in the UK after she claimed to have been horrifically abused in a commune near Bangor as a child. Rebecca told a story of running away with a friend and telling both the police in Bangor and Gwynedd Social Services of terrible physical and sexual abuse of children in the commune, only to be taken into care for a short while and then returned to her abusers. Rebecca appeared on the ‘Kilroy’ programme, which at about the same time invited Dafydd along to star in one show in his capacity as an ‘expert’ to discuss PTSD. When Rebecca appeared on ‘Kilroy’, Kilroy also invited her dad along, Kevin Teacher, the leader of the community and, Rebecca alleged, her abuser. Kevin Teacher was aggressive and unpleasant to Rebecca on camera and carried on in a rather Top Doctoresque manner, making comments along the lines of ‘well Rebecca you’ll remember when the Bangor Police arrested you for stealing’, when Rebecca was describing the brutal beatings that she alleged that she and other kids in the commune had received.
I have found an article in ‘The Independent’ dated 11 August 1993 reporting that Rebecca and her stepfather, William Webb, had appeared at the Old Bailey and denied conspiracy to blackmail Kevin Teacher (real name Kevin O’Byrne). It was alleged that Rebecca and William Webb ‘carried out a blackmail campaign’ in 1992, threatening to tell newspapers how children living with The Teachers had been sexually and physically abused unless her father paid up. David Bate, for the prosecution, told the Old Bailey that Rebecca had claimed that ‘she and other children were treated like slaves at the cult commune near Bangor in North Wales’ and that Kevin O’Byrne ‘forced children to beat each other up. He also beat the children with curtain rails or horse whips’ and that ‘Ms Teacher told police she demanded between £40,000 and £60,000 from her father after failing to sue him for damage she allegedly suffered in childhood.’
On 19 August 1993, The Indie reported that Rebecca and William Webb had been cleared of blackmail and explained that:
‘After her acquittal by a jury at the Old Bailey in London, Rebecca Teacher, 18, said that she would be asking the police to investigate The Teachers, set up by her father Kevin O’Byrne, 55. She said: ‘The trial has been an ordeal and I want to try and put my life together now.’ Her stepfather William Webb, 43, was also found not guilty. The defendants, both from Barnet, north London, had denied conspiring to blackmail Mr O’Byrne, who styles himself ‘Kevin of the Teachers’. The court was told that Mr O’Byrne received telephone calls from the defendants last year demanding between pounds 40,000 and pounds 60,000. They threatened to expose the sect’s activities to newspapers if he did not pay up. Mr Webb, a laser consultant, and Miss Teacher admitted demanding the money, but said it was to compensate her for years of suffering. She made the calls after her efforts to sue her father and her attempts to alert the authorities to her plight failed. Mr O’Byrne jointly founded the sect in 1972. The court was told that he believed incest should no longer be a crime because the ‘genetic difficulties’ that it might cause could be avoided through contraception. The court was also told that children were beaten, whipped, locked up for days without food and made to look after the animals at The Teachers’ remote farmhouse commune near Bangor, North Wales.
But David Bate, for the prosecution, said that although the sect was ‘weird and bizarre’ it was not on trial. The issue was not whether the allegations of abuse were true, but whether the blackmail demands were warranted. Miss Teacher was born into the sect and the court was told that she was beaten and sexually abused until her mother and Mr Webb left the group when she was aged 11. She was one of at least 12 children fathered by Mr O’Byrne with six women. She said yesterday: ‘I did this not just for myself but for the other children.’ Mr O’Byrne did not give evidence. His absence was described by Judge Clive Tayler as being like ‘Hamlet without the Prince’.
There must have been another trial soon after as well, because ‘Court News UK’ reported that on Nov 2, 1993 Kevin Teacher’s son Matthew O’Byrne, age 28, told the Old Bailey that when living at the commune, he sexually abused other children. I do not have access to the full report on ‘Court News UK’, so I have no idea of the details of this trial or its outcome.
The Teachers were a community who lived on a farm at Tregarth. They had left by the time that Rebecca went public, but The Teachers were still at Tregarth when I arrived at UCNW/Bangor University in 1981. Wales was heaving with hippies, communes and alternative people at the time and many of them were making things – crafts, clothes, jewellery etc – which they would sell. The Teachers were rather different in that they had a shop in Bangor and a rather strange shop at that. The shop sold educational materials for children, but inside the shop, the walls were plastered in posters promoting the notion of ‘family planning’. It was seriously weird. I looked around the shop a few times but because there weren’t any books for adults in there I didn’t bother to make it a regular stopping place of mine. The shop assistants weren’t at all chatty, so I didn’t get to know them either.
I hadn’t been in Bangor long however when I heard more about The Teachers. I was living in hall and at one point I thought about moving out and I went to view a little cottage near Church Island at Menai Bridge. A young woman and her boyfriend were sharing it with another girl who was moving out of the house, so they had advertised a room. I went to see the house and spent the morning chatting with the two who I’d be sharing with if I did move in. The young woman was a dental nurse and her boyfriend was a PhD student in Marine Sciences. Because I was relatively new to Bangor, we chatted about everything and they briefed me. They asked me if I’d met any of the hippies in the communes and I said that I’d been in The Teachers’ shop. They told me not to have anything to do with The Teachers because they were really bad news, but another community at Aber, the Sanyassins, were fine.
The Sanyassins, or Orange People, were followers of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, who excited the ‘Daily Mail’ because of the orgies which Bhagwan was alleged to have encouraged at his main communes outside of the UK and of course because Bhagwan owned a fleet of Rolls Royces. There were still a few former Orange People living around Bethesda when I lived there in the 1990s. One was called Promod, real name Peter Greenaway, who was married to Alison Greenaway, who was the manager of the MIND Centre at Abbey Road, Bangor. Alison Greenaway was a complete stooge of Dafydd and the gang, the MIND centre colluded with them and silenced all dissent. Alison Greenaway later became a psychiatric social worker and spent many enjoyable years standing by silently while patients died or were framed and imprisoned. Another Orange Person whom I knew was a mate of Alison’s, a woman called Jackie, who used to spend much time in Turkey enjoying the company of young Turkish men while her partner, a gentle man who was constantly stoned, was told to put up with it. Then Jackie discovered the joys of The Gambia and moved a Gambian toyboy in and relegated her stoned partner to the attic.
I knew another Sanyassin very well, because he was a Hergest patient. He moved into Rachub and the whole village was told that he was a nutter who was ‘a danger to women’. He wasn’t – one of my friends was his girlfriend. He had spent some time living in south Wales and when he was there he told us that he was wrongly accused by a female police officer and then violently attacked by a number of male police officers and hit on the head with a truncheon so hard that he was seriously injured. He was arrested – for assaulting the woman police officer. When under arrest, he requested medical help and was diagnosed with ‘paranoid schizophrenia’ and sectioned. He appeared in court, was found guilty of assault and was put on probation. He wanted to return to Bethesda, so his ‘care’ was transferred to Dr Tony Francis at the Hergest Unit and the North Wales Probation Service took over his ‘case’. His girlfriend told me that she had seen the photos of the serious injuries which the police inflicted and she also told me that both Tony Francis and the probation officer had admitted to her that the Sanyassin had been severely beaten up by the South Wales Police and framed. None of that was recorded on his medical notes or his probation file. The official story was that he was a ‘paranoid schizophrenic’ – Alison and Jackie agreed with the diagnosis – who had brought it on himself by blowing dope. Every time that this man announced that he would try and come off his medication, he would be sectioned and dosed up again. His girlfriend visited him regularly when he was an in-patient in Hergest and noted the abuse and neglect on the part of the staff, as well as their lies in the face of complaint.
The Hergest staff didn’t know this, but before that man joined Bhagwan’s community, he was doing a post-doc at St Mary’s Hospital, Paddington. He spoke to me about the malpractice and fuckwittery that he witnessed there. A few months ago, someone from Bethesda told me that he’d been found dead, but I don’t know any details. For further details of this man’s brutal treatment at the hands of the South Wales Police and the collusion of the all agencies with the violent thugs who nearly killed him, see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’.
The dental nurse who warned me against The Teachers had a mother who was a midwife at St David’s Hospital in Bangor and she told me that there were constant allegations that the children of The Teachers were being mistreated and that the adults ‘shared’ the children, so the kids didn’t have any specific parents to rely on. I heard about Kevin Teacher as well – that he was mad, an absolute git who accompanied the women and children EVERYWHERE, even to hospital appointments and dominated the whole commune. The midwife who worked at St David’s had told her daughter that Kevin Teacher used to arrive at St David’s with whichever woman from the commune was in labour and would refuse to leave them alone with the Top Docs and Angels. Furthermore, I was told that there was an experimental birthing pool at St David’s and Kevin really freaked the Top Docs out because he got into the pool along with the women.
As ever with An Everyday Story Of North Wales Folk, one had to untangle the mess. The Teachers did have a terrible reputation, I was later told that by other people as well. But so did St David’s Hospital in Bangor. My post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’ describes just some of what I knew was going on up there – the illegal abducting of newborns of women who’s families had conspired with Dafydd, false accusations made against women miscarrying that they had tried to procure an abortion, women being treated appallingly insensitively and even concerns that patients were sexually assaulted by some staff. St David’s Hospital was fully on board with Dafydd’s gang. There was one obstetrician up there who severely brain damaged one baby after buggering up the delivery. The mother wasn’t told what had happened and no admissions were ever made by the Top Docs. The same Top Doc then buggered up another delivery, resulting in another brain damaged baby and was found a job in Australia in order for silence to be maintained. St David’s employed a monster of a senior nurse who’s sole purpose was to intimidate parents who were complaining of damaged or dead babies. There were very, very big problems at that hospital and every Top Doc and midwife knew it.
When I told the Hergest Unit a few years later what I had heard about St David’s, it was flatly denied. Er – I had spoken to women who had delivered up there and they supplied quite enough evidence to confirm that what they were saying was true. There was also a problem with the community midwives back in the 1980s. One of my neighbours on Anglesey told me how bloody rude the midwife was, she even marched into their house without knocking, so her husband kicked her out.
If I had given birth at St David’s I would have taken the father of the baby in with me as a bodyguard, so who knows, perhaps the women of The Teachers felt like that as well. It is difficult to know who would have been less helpful to the patients, Kevin Teacher or the St David’s staff.
As ever, people were reluctant to make a fuss about their ‘care’ at St David’s lest there was Retribution. So now that Dr David Reed and his wife Fiona are safely out of the clutches of the Top Docs, perhaps they’d like to confirm that they were very, very distressed at the way in which Fiona was treated during the birth of her first baby, but Dave was doing his PhD at Ysbyty Gwynedd and Fiona was working as a secretary there…
St David’s closed down in the 1990s, but as with the closure of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, the mad, abusive staff were simply relocated to a new unit at Ysbyty Gwynedd. The bad attitudes and mistreatment of patients continued. When I was doing my PhD, one member of staff at Bangor University told me that the delivery of her baby had been so badly handled that the baby had been left brain damaged – but fortunately not seriously – and she had been left with PTSD herself because of the brutality with which she had been treated. She sued and won. How did this patient win a case against Gwynedd Health Authority when women who’s babies actually died were told to sod off and no admissions were made? She was an Angel of course, who had the dirt on them, so they paid up. This Angel continued in the same vein over the following years, bagging successive jobs which she could not do on the back of her knowledge of NHS wrongdoing. She hit the jackpot when she shared an office with me because she found out about the first batch of documents that my lawyers got hold of which included those describing how Alun Davies and the Top Docs were going to fit me up in court. It was on the basis of this that the Angel bagged a research grant from the North West Wales NHS Trust. When I wrote an article for a newspaper about the mental health services, the Angel asked me if I would publish false allegations about the VC of Bangor University in the press. I refused and a few days later the Angel screamed at me that Brown and me were ‘damaging her career’ with our articles about the NHS.
Had Dr Dee Jones aka Dr Dee Gray not hitched her fortunes up to a paedophile gang, she need never have worried about Brown and I publishing the wrongdoing of the NHS. Dr Dee Gray now runs an ‘executive coaching business’, ‘Gray’s Learning’, through which she flogs her ‘expertise’ to the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board and others for many thousands of pounds. As Dee has built her entire career upon her knowledge of the crimes of the Top Doctors, perhaps she could give us all the details of the deal which she thrashed out with corrupt NHS personnel and corrupt union reps that resulted in her bagging a massive compensation pay-out from Bangor University after the joint NW Wales NHS Trust-Bangor University project which she ‘led’ went tits up and hundreds of thousands of pounds were wasted and two PhD students did not get PhDs. See post ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’ for more Dr Dee Gray laffs.
As well as hearing about The Teachers during my visit to the cottage near Church Island, the dental nurse’s PhD student boyfriend told me something else as well, which I attributed to homophobia at the time, because I didn’t know that an abuse ring targeting boys was operating in the region. The dental nurse’s boyfriend expressed concern about the Gay Soc at UCNW. UCNW was not a hot bed of leftist politics, the SDP were the dominant force among the English speaking students, although of course many of the Welsh-speaking students were involved with Welsh activism. However, UCNW did have a very active Gay Soc, one of the most active in the UK and it was networked to much UK-wide gay activism. The dental nurse’s boyfriend kept repeating that he didn’t think that Gay Soc should be allowed to appear at the freshers events and tout for business. I was gobsmacked and told him so; this PhD student then said ‘but they’re trying to get the students who aren’t gay interested as well, they’re forcing it on them’.
I didn’t click, even when in my second year I was told repeatedly by other students that Gay Soc were ‘extreme’. It was only toward the end of my third year when a very obviously predatory older man – who was a teacher at St David’s College, Llandudno – joined the UCNW Bird Group and bothered some freshers so badly that they asked to be protected from him when I realised that students at Bangor were being targeted. During those years, a number of people left the Chester branch of CHE because they maintained that it was a front for paedophile activity. I now realise what that PhD student whom I met in my first year was concerned about. Dafydd’s trafficking gang was targeting children/adolescents/vulnerable young people, male and female and the gang was operating within UCNW. See post ‘Just A Language Divide?’.
Two other people who were students at the same time as me at UCNW who probably knew something about the gang even if they didn’t realise it are Julian Oliver and his (now ex) wife Heather. Julian studied zoology and had a very bad experience with Dafydd’s partner in crime Dr D.G.E. Wood just before finals. Julian’s girlfriend, whom he later married, Heather, was doing teacher training at Bangor. Heather was difficult and didn’t get on with other students very well, but she was truly appalled by what she witnessed on her teacher training placements. She was very voluble regarding what she thought were dreadful standards, the qualifying of the most unsuitable students and the neglect of children in one primary school in particular near Colwyn Bay. Dafydd’s gang had a stronghold at Colwyn Bay.
To return to The Teachers. The other person who told me that The Teachers were abusing children was Meleri Tudor, a solicitor in Bangor, who later practised in Caernarfon and then became an employment tribunal judge. Meleri and I discussed The Teachers and their alleged abuse of children on the day that Meleri accompanied me to Chester Court when Gwynedd County Council attempted to have me imprisoned on the basis of the perjury of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, in July 1990. See post ‘ ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’. Meleri confirmed that other people knew that The Teachers were abusing children as well – she told me that ‘people don’t like them much because of the way that they treat their children’.
Yet when Rebecca Teacher and her friend ran away and reported the abuse to Bangor Police Station and Gwynedd County Council, Rebecca and her friend were treated as delinquents – ‘Rebecca was stealing’ – and they were very soon sent back to The Teachers.
Although Rebecca and her stepdad were acquitted of conspiracy to blackmail, I can remember being told by people in Bethesda – which was some two miles away from The Teachers’ farm – that ‘that girl was just after money’. I was even told this by two hippies who had previously told me that The Teachers were ‘bad news’. One of these hippies was friends with a man called Alan Patrick, who had joined The Teachers and left, but refused to give anyone details why. I was simply told that Alan was trying to forget all about ever having been one of them. Alan then ran a shop in Bethesda and shared a flat with Dr Chris Barnes. Chris taught at UCNW and then later at Hillgrove School. I always liked Chris Barnes, he was very jolly and entertaining, but Chris was married to Gwyneth Barnes (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’) who worked as a cleaner at the Hergest Unit, who must have known how badly the patients there were treated, because some of the cleaners used to tell their friends and families that they couldn’t believe what they were witnessing at the Hergest Unit.
Rebecca received all that publicity while the North Wales Police investigated the possibility of a paedophile ring operating in Cheshire and north Wales but concluded that there wasn’t one; when hundreds of complaints about the abuse of children at the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor were made but no action was taken by the DPP; when Dafydd was popping up constantly on TV as an ‘expert’; when former kids in care and psych patients were dropping like lemmings; when I was prosecuted and convicted of ‘staring at a social worker in Safeways’ – a social worker who had previously illegally detained me and then lied to the police and admitted this in court (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’); when I wrote to Michael Mansfield QC regarding what was happening to me at the hands of Gwynedd Social Services, only to receive a one line reply; when Superintendent Gordon Anglesea sued ‘Private Eye’, ‘The Independent On Sunday’ and HTV for libel after they named him as abusing boys in care in north Wales.
No-one defended Rebecca. She was firmly branded a money grubbing liar.
Less than one year after Rebecca’s acquittal, Peter Howarth was jailed for sexually abusing boys at Bryn Estyn. Howarth was a key figure in a massive paedophile ring. Still no-one suggested that perhaps Rebecca might have been telling the truth.
Meleri Tudor, the lawyer who knew that kids at The Teachers were being abused, was the daughter of a Minister of religion. Meleri’s sister had served time in Holloway for Welsh language activism. I’m fairly certain that Meleri’s husband was a lawyer. Meleri at that time worked for Carter, Vincent, Jones, Davies in Bangor and one of the partners was Alwyn Jones, who was my main solicitor. At that time, Alwyn was married to a lawyer who worked for Gwynedd County Council. Alwyn’s wife’s father was a police officer who was a Freemason in Bangor. Meleri was friendly with people who were in the Bangor University Lodge.
On the day that Gwynedd Social Services tried to frame and imprison me at Chester Court in July 1990, the reason why Meleri came to the court with me was that I was warned that I could well go to prison so someone from my solicitor’s practice would definitely be coming with me, but it had to be Meleri because although Alwyn had been handling my case, on the big day he found that he had to be elsewhere, so Meleri, his junior, came to Chester with me, although Alwyn was very worried that he couldn’t be there.
That was the Alwyn who’s wife worked as a lawyer for Gwynedd County Council – who were taking me to Chester Court in order to have me imprisoned. Documents now in my possession demonstrate that Ron Evans, Gwynedd County Council’s lawyer, knew that lies were going to be told about me on oath and indeed Ron had sent a note to the perjurers of Arfon Community Mental Health Team telling them who to meet at Chester before the case, where they would be told what to say and shown their affidavits. Which presumably they had not written and signed themselves as alleged. Three of the people who gave evidence against me had never met me before. One of them had met me at most, twice. Documents in my possession also show that Ron Evans knew that the Court had been changed, as had the judge, days before the hearing. Ron sent the Arfon perjurers a little hand-written note telling them this and giving them precise details of which Court to go to and how to get there. Meleri knew that the Court and judge had been changed as well. My barrister, Suzanne Evans, didn’t. She went to the wrong court, arrived very late for my case, was all of a fumble and the corrupt judge – for he was indeed corrupt – Justice John Roch, later Lord Justice John Roch, snapped and shouted at her.
Fourteen or fifteen charges against me were thrown out because the Arfon perjurers were demonstrated to have lied on oath. Roch offered to give them extra time to rewrite their statements. Their barrister declined, saying that Gwynedd County Council had already spent a great deal of time and money on this case.
Justice Roch was clearly intimidating Suzanne Evans, but she knew damn well that extensive perjury and conspiracy had been committed. She didn’t utter a word and I never heard from her again after I left the court. For more information on Suzanne Evans, see post ‘Life In Cold Blood’.
No-one ever mentioned the industrial scale perjury and conspiracy after we left Chester Court. I told Meleri that I thought it was very odd that the Court and judge had been changed and my barrister didn’t know. Meleri brushed it off and maintained that it was just a little mistake. Meleri gave me a lift back to Bethesda but I was so stressed that she had to keep stopping the car so I could throw up. She told me that her daughter got car sick as well, but nothing like this!
‘We didn’t know.’
Roch, Alwyn, Meleri, Ron Evans, Lucille, Arfon CMHT, Gwynedd County Council, Suzanne Evans: It’s A Rat Trap – And You’ve Been Caught…
A Tonic for the Troops
‘We didn’t know.’
I must congratulate Alwyn on his camouflage, it was even better than that of Prof Eric Sunderland.
Professor Eric Sunderland:
Alwyn’s crooked lawyer of a wife later left him – she was having an affair with another crooked lawyer who worked for Gwynedd County Council – and Alwyn remarried, to a pharmacist whom he had known at Abersytwyth University. Alwyn’s stepson Sean (it might be spelt differently) Hudson went to school with Laura, the daughter of Ella Fisk, who was the Angel who ran the Day Centre at the Hergest Unit. Ella knew that I and other patients were being fitted up in court by her colleagues. Sean went to Oxford to read law and Laura went to Cambridge and is now a clinical psychologist!
Tony and Sadie Francis’s son Adrian went to the same school as Sean and Laura – Ysgol David Hughes – and Adrian became a lawyer as well! Adrian is now a barrister at Dean’s Court Chambers in Manchester. Adrian’s Linked In profile provides the following info regarding his biography:
University of Liverpool, 1995-98, BA, 2:1; College of Law, 2001-03; RMNJ Solicitors, Chester, Trainee Solicitor in Criminal Defence, Mental Health Law and Conveyancing, 2003-05; Abraham & Co Solicitors, Criminal Defence and Mental Health Solicitor, 2005; The Law Office of Paul D’Ambrogio, Claimant Personal Injury Solicitor, 2006; Wirral Borough Council, Locum Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2006-08; Cheshire County Council, Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2008-09; Cheshire East Council, Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2009-10; Wiltshire Council, Locum Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2010-12: 500k recovered in Ordinary Residence Disputes. In addition in excess of 500k saved. 3 successful determinations by The Secretary of State for Health; Leeds City Council, Locum Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2012-14: Clients included Leeds City Council & NHS Leeds Clinical Commissioning Groups, Full range of Adult Social Care Advice to include – Litigated COP health & welfare matters, Ordinary Residence disputes, S117 Funding disputes, Community Care Law, Defendant Judicial Review Litigation; Cumbria County Council, Adult Social Care Legal Consultant, 2014: Court of Protection Litigation, Care Home Fees Recovery, Training of Solicitors; Manchester City Council, Locum Solicitor Adult Social Care, 2015: Adult Social Care Solicitor for Manchester City Council, Salford City Council & Manchester Mental Health & Social Care NHS Trust; Sheffield City Council, Locum Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2015-16: Court of Protection Litigation & Defendant Judicial Review Litigation on behalf of Sheffield City Council; South Tyneside Council, Locum Adult Social Care Solicitor, 2016-17: Litigation based role to include legal advice to the council on all matters relating to adult social care law to include advocacy before the court of protection & county court; LGSS Law Ltd, Adult Social Care and Healthcare Legal Team Manager (Locum), 2017: I carry a full adult social care law caseload and manage a team of Adult lawyers across 3 counties Cambridgeshire, Northamptonshire & Central Bedfordshire for the ABS LGSS Law Ltd. Providing Legal Services for the Public Sector to include local authorities & NHS Clinical Commissioning Groups; Borough of Poole, Locum Adult Social Care Lawyer, 2017-18.
Observant readers will have noticed that this son of two of the Top Docs who facilitated the trafficking gang in north Wales/Cheshire has been employed by a number of the County Councils who for years sent kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales where they were abused. Adrian Francis has been employed by some of the most troubled, scandal ridden local authorities in the UK to fight ‘service users’ who have dared to make a claim on those authorities. He has worked for the mental health services in Salford and Manchester – they employed his parents before the Francis’s relocated to north Wales…
I note that Adrian worked for the Wirral Borough Council, 2006-08. The corrupt HR Director at Bangor University, Lyn Meadows, who was busy trying to force me out of my job at the University at that time (see post ‘A Demand From Gwynedd County Council’) had recently been a non-executive Director of an NHS Trust on the Wirral. When in post, Meadows assisted in a fraud with three Top Doctors and was subsequently named in Hansard and on Frank Field’s blog. As well as helping Top Docs defraud the NHS, Meadows also had responsibility for developing mental health care on the Wirral. She therefore participated in yet another scam with dodgy people and it was later found that patients whom had been ‘cared for’ as a result of arrangements organised by Meadows were abused and neglected. When abusing her position in the NHS on the Wirral, Meadows was employed as a senior manager with the Welsh NHS Trust. She was in that post when Tony Francis was still alive and when Sadie Francis was still working at the Hergest Unit. After her retirement, Sadie Francis was a member of the North Wales Community Health Council – the ‘patients voice’. The CHC ignored all serious complaints about the mental health services. Lyn Meadows is now a member of the Betsi Board. Bernie Cuthel, another Board member from the NHS Trust which served the Wirral, also turned up on the Betsi Board a few years ago, after she had been obliged to leave the Wirral NHS in the wake of allegations of serious bullying and misconduct. Bernie is of course a mental health specialist. See post ‘The Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board’ and ‘Conflicts Of Interest – And Some Very Big Salaries’ for further information about Bernie.
Adrian Francis describes himself as:
‘An experienced lawyer who is a specialist in adult social care law specifically in the law relating to elderly & vulnerable clients, mental incapacity law, mental health law, care home fees, community care challenges, ordinary residence disputes, s117 aftercare funding disputes and all matters that are before the Court of Protection.
With over 10 years post qualification experience as a solicitor prior to qualifying as a barrister having advised local authorities nationwide on all legal matters relating to adult social care law and policy over the last decade.
Advocacy experience before the Magistrates Court, County Court, Mental Health Tribunal (First Tier Tribunal), HM Coroner and Court of Protection having appeared before the Courts nationwide from Newcastle in the North to Bournemouth in the South. A Welsh speaker and member of Grays Inn, The Law Society, Royal Society of Medicine & Court of Protection Practitioners Association (COPPA).’
When Adrian was at school and his parents were abusing us while pretending to be ‘caring’ for us, they used to tell us that Adrian wanted to be a Human Rights lawyer. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Surely a job with Cherie Booth is a must for Adrian now?
Two other rats who knew nuzzing are Sian Williamson and her husband Anton. Sian and Anton were Angels in north Wales for years. Sian worked on the psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd, Seiriol and Dwynwen Wards, before the Hergest Unit was built and then in the Hergest Unit. Anton worked as an Angel in Manchester for a while, he was an alcohol specialist. Sian and Anton did not abuse patients themselves but they witnessed their colleagues abusing patients on many occasions. They knew that patients were being unlawfully detained and fitted up in court. I met up with Sian when I was doing my PhD and she told me that conditions at the Hergest Unit were so dangerous that ‘someone is going to get killed’ there. She told me that the senior managers of the NW Wales NHS Trust would not listen to anyone no matter who was warning them that neither patients or staff were safe and that whistleblowers were simply sacked. Sian also told me that the Trust was buying the silence of certain mental health staff by ‘looking after them’. Two of the people whom she named were Bob Ingham and Gareth Phillips, both Angels who had been involved in fitting up patients who had complained. Sian was very unhappy that the Trust hadn’t ‘looked after’ Anton, who had retired early due to a back injury. At the time, Sian was working with the drugs and alcohol team on Anglesey – who were part of Dafydd’s domain, so I expect that Anton will be very well looked after by now. Particularly as I have been told that when Sian found out that I was doing a PhD and was preparing to publish on the abuses of the north Wales mental health services, she rang a few former colleagues who had fled the area before the Waterhouse Inquiry and sent out an alert.
My post ‘A Demand From Gwynedd County Council’ and previous posts discussed Eileen Tilley, the UCU rep at Bangor University, who colluded with Lyn Meadows’s bullying of staff and unlawful practices and who tried to shoulder the blame for Meadows’ and Meadows’ associates wrongdoing onto senior staff who were uninvolved, including the VC. I was told that Tilley wanted to bag a seat on the national executive of the UCU and that this was the basis of her chummy relationship with Meadows.
Today’s ‘Morning Star’ contains a big advert for a TUC fringe meeting on Sept 11, being organised by the ‘Morning Star’, on the subject of ‘How can the Labour Party link be developed from the workplace upwards? One of the speakers is Vicky Knight, the President of the UCU. When Vicky stood for election, her profile on the UCU website was headed by the words ‘Vicky Price – Independent candidate – putting members first’. It was quite clear to me when I worked at Bangor that the UCU was putting the paedophiles’ friends first.
Vicky provided the following biography:
I have more than 25 years’ trade union experience in the public sector: within the Fire Brigades Union (FBU) and UCU as a local, regional and national representative. I am an elected member of your national negotiating team and sit on your National Executive Committee, Further Education Committee, Equality and Women’s Committees. I have the honour of representing UCU at numerous events, on committees and platforms including; UCU Congress, TUC Congress, TUC Women’s conference, TUC Northwest Regional Conference. For the last 3 years I have represented UCU on the TUC Women’s Committee where I’m proud to have been elected as Chair for the last 2 years.
I do not know how Vicky ended up as a Fire Brigades Union rep, but the FBU has certainly hosted a few interesting people. Someone with a background as an FBU national official is Ann Jones, Labour AM for the Vale of Clwyd. Ann grew up in Rhyl, was educated in Rhyl and was a Rhyl Town Councillor and a Denbighshire County Councillor. Ann knew all about Dafydd and the gang and knows that the NHS in north Wales is endemically corrupt and is killing people, but Ann isn’t saying a word. Which is why she is still sitting in the Senedd.
I’m puzzled as to why Labour Wimmin have been involved with the FBU. The Fire Brigade until recently was famously macho, the firemen spent their time boozing and reading/watching porn and had ludicrous initiation ceremonies which involved new recruits being stripped and urinated upon. One very effective way which the Fire Brigade used to prevent women joining when they were obliged to stop their unlawful sexual discrimination was to subject the female recruits to the same initiation ceremonies as the male recruits.
Does this look like someone who has taken her fair share of being pissed upon by the lads and spent many enjoyable hours watching porn, downing pints and eating vindaloos?
‘Don’t fancy yours much mate’.
What has been going on in the FBU?
The ‘Morning Star’ also had a short article reporting the concerns of MIND that ‘poor social housing’ was contributing to the mental ill health of tenants. If only MIND had spoken out about this during the 1990s, when Hergest patients were systematically housed – when they were housed at all that was – in the most ‘hard to let’ housing in the area. After they’d been living in appalling hostels for months, the lucky few would be offered accommodation on the rough end of Maesgeirchan, the housing estate on the outskirts of Bangor, which was also where the Ty’r Felin children’s home was located. One severely ill patient was left to be harassed and threatened by the paedophiles’ friends who ruled the roost on Maesgeirchan and was eventually found dead in his house. He was called Charles Pearce and well-known in Bangor because he was floridly manic, used to call himself the King of Bangor and wear a home-made crown and robes. The mental health services banged him up in Denbigh for a few months, declared him incorrigible, released and then abandoned him. Charles was repeatedly arrested and fined for ludicrous offences, which eventually pushed him into so much debt that he had to sell his properties – he was then fleeced of thousands by the North Wales Housing Association – and after that he could only afford a former council house on Maesgeirchan. Charles subsequently developed a disorder which resulted in him pulling flesh off himself. He was seen out and about with visible injuries and was later found dead in his house, having disembowelled himself. See post ‘R.I.P. The Previous King Of Wales’. Charles Pearce died slowly and painfully in full view of the whole of Bangor.
The other favourite location for housing Hergest patients was on the Morawelon estate at Holyhead. One part of Morawelon was so bad that absolutely no-one would live there. A homeless hostel opened on Morawelon and was managed by a young woman who did know what she was doing. Sadly some bigoted corrupt old farts of Holyhead Councillors constantly undermined her, sabotaged her work, forced her to employ inappropriate people – ie. their friends – the scheme fell apart and the hostel subsequently turned into a crack house. Hergest patients were housed nearby. They were harassed, threatened and occasionally beaten up. MIND knew all about it, because Holyhead MIND ran a much boasted about centre for service users, The Priory. Dr Mike Jackson, a clinical psychologist who worked at Bangor University and for the mental health services, was instrumental in establishing the flagship which was The Priory. A leading light in The Priory was Sue Sayer, who later was given a paid job as an advocate at the Hergest Unit. Patients were abused and assaulted by staff, fitted up in Court and were found dead regularly. Sue Sayer was told about the sexual abuse and trafficking of patients in a chain of private ‘nursing homes’, Prestwood (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’).
MIND did not say a word about any of this to anyone, although they did ask me if I would provide free maths lessons for Prestwood residents. I of course said no, not wishing to be a source of free labour for a people trafficking organisation. I was told that if I didn’t agree to provide free maths lessons for Prestwood clients, I would not be allowed to provide free maths lessons for the other service users at The Priory, which is what I had offered. So MIND prevented service users from accessing free maths tuition, which the service users had told me that they really wanted.
When Mike Jackson and his wife Sonia heard that my lawyer had finally obtained my highly incriminating medical records, Sonia shrieked at me ‘I hope that you’re not going to mention Mike’s name’ and a few days later Mike told me ‘I know you suffered but I hope you never win a case against the Trust because it’ll cost them nearly a million and that should be spent on my patients’.
Well Mike, I never received a penny from the dear old Trust, I and witnesses were simply threatened – including with guns – until I left Wales. But I don’t think that the million which was saved was spent on your patients was it – they’re still destitute and dying…
The extraordinary in-fighting in the Labour Party continues. Jeremy Corbyn has now subscribed to the precise definition of anti-semitism which Margaret Hodge demanded after she engaged lawyers to the Royals Mishcon de Reya because Jezza hurt her feelings, but Dame Madge is still not happy, because Jezza added a clause allowing people to have sympathies for the Palestinians should they wish. Dame Madge was given the prime time 8-10 am slot on the ‘Today’ programme this morning to tell the world that Jezza has ‘sullied’ the definition of anti-semitism by adding this outrageous clause. Dame Madge did quite a bit of sullying herself when she led Islington Borough Council and ignored the paedophile gang operating in its children’s homes, who murdered witnesses. Then the Dame did a bit more sullying when she was MP for Barking and ignored the fact that the local hospital was killing maternity patients at quite an impressive rate.
After Dame Madge had told the world how disgusting Jezza is now that he has added a conscience clause to the definition demanded by the Dame, the Dame and Baroness Shami Chakrabarti held a debate about Jezza and the definition. All I could think when I listened to the Dame and the Baroness discussing how much ‘hurt’ Jezza has caused by being too slow to adopt the right definition and then adding the conscience clause when he did adopt the right definition is that throughout this summer, some kids’ parents were too poor to provide lunches for them; some school girls are receiving free sanitary products because they cannot afford to buy them; the numbers of homeless are rising; disabled people and people on universal credit are becoming destitute because of changes to their benefits; most social service depts in the UK are under police investigation for grooming and people trafficking offences; social care for the elderly is virtually unavailable; and the mental health services have collapsed. And of course millions of people who aren’t actually in dire difficulties are still working long and hard to keep body and soul together.
Margaret Hodge’s immediate family, the Oppenheimers, moved to London after the Arab-Israeli war of 1948, concerned that anti-semitism had increased in the Middle East and started their family-owned steel-trading corporation, Stemcor. It is one of the world’s largest privately held steel companies, with an annual turnover of over £6 billion in 2011. Hodge is a major shareholder. Stemcor was run by her brother, Ralph, until September 2013.
Madge looks like she’s having a pretty good time, despite Jezza sullying things:
Dame Margaret Hodge
Why would anyone ever vote Labour when she is allowed to conduct herself like this?
By the way Madge, Lady Shami was quite correct this morning when she told you that much of what you claim to be anti-semitic is open to debate, even among Jewish people. One of my friends married a Jewish Canadian and this Jewish Canadian used to tell me that he didn’t like visiting Golders Green because he found many of the people there rather difficult. I asked why and he said ‘there’s a lot of Israelis there, I don’t really like them that much, they tend to be a bit arrogant’. He is as Jewish as you are Madge, when I went to visit him and his family, I would watch him carrying out every appropriate ritual. They aren’t Orthodox, but he is Jewish. Neither does he own a steel company with an annual turnover of £6 billion and he’s never colluded with a paedophile gang.
The think tank established by the Windbag which has served as a job creation scheme for the offspring of Labour big wigs, the IPPR, has produced a report with ideas to transform the UK economy. The IPPR haven’t really transformed anything so far and they weren’t even bothering to acknowledge applications from people who responded to their adverts for policy specialists a few years ago – I did notice IPPR, I had absolutely everything on my CV that you wanted and much more, but whoops my mum isn’t Harriet and my dad wasn’t Ralph! – so I doubt that their ideas for transforming the economy will be very exciting. Two people were invited to discuss the IPPR report on the radio – Lord Bob Kerslake and Kate Andrews. Lord Bob Kerslake is the former Head of the Civil Service and was also the Biggest Wig in the NHS at one point, so there’s a sound track record there. Kate Andrews is a rather irritating right wing American who works for the Institute of Economic Affairs who arrived in the UK a few years ago and has been doing the rounds ever since, telling us all how crap we are, how crap our country is and how we need to take a leaf out of the book of the US. Er, OK…
In that case Kate, I want Stormy Daniels over here as well.
The Top Docs continue to discover a life-saving miracle on a daily basis. Today it was childhood leukaemia. Which is a little confusing because the big advances were made with childhood leukaemia many years ago, when it was discovered that a combination of vincristin and methotrexate did produce very, very good results. Childhood leukaemia was no longer a death sentence as a result.
Brave Babs Windsor has had a pacemaker fitted after her Alzheimers meds caused her to collapse, or at least according to ‘The Sun’ that is what has happened. Which suggests that Babs is doing rather better out of the Top Docs than most other people are, when one considers the usual dire ‘care’ to which Alzheimers’ patients are subjected.
The World Health Organisation (WHO) are fuming because they have discovered that most people on the whole planet are not taking the required amount of exercise, as demanded by WHO. Uganda was mentioned as a particularly lamentable example. Call me naive, but I suspect that many people in Uganda probably have rather more pressing concerns than ensuring that they follow the WHO guidelines for daily exercise. For a start if they are gay, they’ll be terrified because should they be accused/caught they may well be executed.
The UK Cabinet are also concerned with First World Problems, they have agreed that every restaurant, cafe and other eating place should display the calorie content of the meals on offer on their menus, although there has been concern expressed regarding the cost of doing this for small businesses. The Cabinet are doing this because the scourge of obesity shows no signs of abating. Which suggests that the general public are not taking a blind bit of notice of ‘public education’ messages, so they’re not going to take any notice of calories printed on menus. Well Theresa May will, as will Chris Bryant, Jane Hutt, Julie Morgan and Stephen Kinnock, but they’ll probably be worrying about the calories before they choose anyway. Somehow I do not think that I’ll be witnessing the labourers with builders bums studying those calories when they order their fry-ups in the morning before starting work. Not that the Cabinet will realise that, most of them not having worked as hod carriers.
I look forward to hearing what lethal condition the Top Docs will announce that they have cured next, now that I have exposed Adrian Francis! I’ve had my eye on Adrian for a few years now, wondering if he was going to do the decent thing and resign as a lawyer after his father killed himself and then after I started this blog… No, Adrian’s going from strength to strength like the rest of them.
BBC News Wales have reported that 46,000 patients have had to find new Top Doctors in the past five years after GPs practices have shut. Last year’s closures were the highest in the five-year period, with the BMA saying the closures put ‘extra pressure’ on the system. The situation is particularly bad in north Wales, with many patients, including the elderly, having to travel many miles to see a GP. The patients will be on buses as well, not in expensive cars like the Top Docs.
Dr Charlotte Jones, Chair of the BMA’s GP Committee Wales, said surgeries were struggling to stay afloat due to problems recruiting and retaining doctors, the ‘sheer volume’ of workloads, ‘under-resourcing’ and ‘overwhelming bureaucracy’.
Duw it’s hard, with the Top Docs being among the highest paid people in Wales, with many of them working a whole three days/week and many now retiring at 55 yrs old .
Charlotte, can I ask if Dr D.G.E. Wood, who facilitated the trafficking gang in north Wales, is still playing a leading role in GP training in north Wales and the Royal College of GPs? In 2017 Dr Eamonn Jessup, a GP from north Wales, Spoke Out About The Crisis. Eamonn is or was a colleague of Wood’s, they were both popping over to Cyprus to hold clinics together!
BBC News Wales also reported today that homeless people in Wrexham – Wrexham now has one of the biggest homelessness problems in Wales – will be housed in shipping containers. Not permanently, that would be greedy of them. They will be housed in shipping containers over Christmas. They won’t all be able to fit into the shipping containers, because only a few shipping containers will be available and there are more homeless people than shipping containers, but at least a lucky few will have a shipping container over their heads for Christmas.
By the age of 40, D.G.E. Wood was living in the second most expensive house in the expensive (by Anglesey standards) village of Llandegfan. The most expensive house was owned by Top Doctor Terry Maxwell, the Medical Director of Ysbyty Gwynedd. Terry Maxwell presided over slaughter and scandal and was given a performance-related pay award in return for cutting the already terrible mental health services, in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry. After Maxwell did his best, many patients became destitute and some died. Maxwell was a heart and lung specialist who trained at Liverpool. Liverpool thought so much of Terry Maxwell that in 1984, Liverpool University rang up Terry Maxwell’s daughter Sonia and offered her a place to do medicine, even though she hadn’t applied to Liverpool. Sonia continued to turn her nose up at Liverpool and trained at one of the London hospitals instead. She returned to Gwynedd to practice as a GP in Llanberis. Sonia Maxwell is one of the GPs in Llanberis who unlawfully refused to treat a Hergest Unit patient who had complained after being wrongfully imprisoned on the basis of the perjury of Hergest staff. For further details see post ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer’.
Some 20 years ago, a cardiologist from Ysbyty Gwynedd, Dr David Thomas, attempted suicide by driving his car over the edge of a mountain. He was sacked by Ysbyty Gwynedd, publicly denounced, sectioned and admitted to the Hergest Unit where all confidentiality was broken. I always wondered what it was that Dr Thomas had been so frightened of, particularly as it involved Terry Maxwell (see post ‘A Mystery From Twenty Years Ago’).
Let me remind the dedicated, committed, Top Docs of the wider UK of a few more of their activities.
Readers might remember that after Blair won his electoral landslide in May 1997, the Tories began ripping each others throats out and held a leadership contest. This was the moment that Heseltine had wanted, another chance for him to have a final stab at becoming Tory leader and eventually PM, but Hezza was getting on a bit and had previously experienced a heart attack when he was living it up in Venice in 1993. Hezza had been filmed climbing from a hospital trolley into an ambulance looking like death warmed up and later maintained that this was because he had gout. Hezza’s gout caused him to take four months off work and the gout also prevented him from conducting himself as usual ie. waving the Mace around, making weak jokes about the Labour Party, flicking his hairstyle about and generally being a tosser. He did make an appearance at the Party Conference, but what with that gout, he wasn’t up and leading them all in a rousing speech, he just entertained the crowd with a few arm movements.
The candidates for the Tory leadership in 1997 were Ken Clarke, Peter Lilley, William Hague, Michael Howard and John Redwood. Hague of course won, among much bad feeling, because the constituency parties had overwhelmingly wanted Ken Clarke, but the Parliamentary Party wanted Hague. The constituency parties were unaware that the Parliamentary Party were eternally grateful to Hague for organising the Waterhouse Inquiry, thus concealing the barrel of shit which was the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and the key role that Thatcher’s personal friend, the Tory MP for Chester, Sir Peter Morrison – who had been found safely dead on 13 July 1995 – played in it. Bing Spear, the corrupt Chief Inspector of the Home Office Drugs Branch who was so accommodating re Dafydd (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’), had died on 9 July 1995. So that was two problems out of the way before the Waterhouse Inquiry.
Heseltine didn’t in the end stand in the leadership contest, although he was the stand-out favourite when John Major announced his resignation. Heseltine is someone who knows about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the role that Dafydd and the gang played in it. Heseltine was the Tory MP for Tavistock in Devon, 1966-74 and knew all about his fellow Devon MP, Jeremy Thorpe. Heseltine then served as the MP for Henley, 1974-2001 and held numerous Ministerial, Shadow Cabinet and Cabinet roles, under Heath, Thatcher and Major. He was in Gov’t with Peter Morrison and Norman St John Stevas – another MP whom I was told when I worked in London was known to be abusing boys – and will have known about the rest of the allegations of organised abuse that were concealed until very recently. Heseltine came from Swansea and there was an abuse gang in west Wales with links to Dafydd’s crew in north Wales.
Even Heseltine’s much trumpeted success at regenerating Liverpool, a cause close to his heart, was achieved – if indeed it was achieved – as a result of his close working relationship with Sir Trevor Jones, the Liberal leader of Liverpool City Council. Trevor Jones was born in north Wales to Welsh parents and he was networked into the empire of Dafydd’s gang (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’). It was Heseltine who arranged for the first of five bi-annual National Garden Festivals to be held in Liverpool in 1984. Trevor Jones arranged for the City Council to delegate the bid to the Merseyside Development Corporation, of which Trevor Jones was a Director. More than 3 million people eventually attended. Two of those people were Brown and me. When Liz Stables, the Angel who worked at the Student Health Centre at Bangor University, was still pretending to be friends with Brown and me and was extracting information from us which she then relayed back to Dr D.G.E. Wood and others in Dafydd’s gang, Liz gave us a lift to Liverpool to go to the Garden Festival. Liz knew Liverpool well, she had been a teacher there in the 1960s and used to tell me about the girls in her class whom she knew were working as prostitutes. Liz kept in touch with some of them as their adult lives really hit the pits and they ended up addicted to Class A drugs, in prison etc. At the time I thought that Liz was showing genuine friendship to some people who’d had a terrible time, but now I know that Liz was mates with Dafydd et al and that Dafydd’s gang were procuring young people for sex work outside of north Wales, including in Liverpool, I find Liz’s interest in the lives of those women rather worrying. Liz left Liverpool and teaching in 1969 to train and then work as an Angel in the old C&A Hospital in Bangor, where Dafydd and the gang were operating…
My post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ provided details of Heseltine’s role in the future of Westland Helicopters, a small ailing company in Somerset, which employed Janet Mitchell, a girl who was one of my playmates when I was young and who knew what had happened/was happening to me in north Wales, who’s career took off like a rocket after Heseltine took a sudden inexplicable interest in Westland.
After deciding not to stand for the Tory leadership in 1997, Heseltine, a very rich man thanks to his property developing and publishing business, devoted himself to his arboretum and 50 acre garden. There is archive footage of Heseltine and his family being interviewed after Heseltine left politics and every one of them ends up in tears at the memory of poor old Hezza never becoming PM, including of course Hezza himself. Is it not touching that as with Thatch, the only time that these people show any emotion is when they are kicked out of high office or indeed don’t reach it?
One of the archive clips about Hezza enlightened me as to the reason why Hezza decided not to stand for the Tory leadership in 1997. It was as a result of a conversation that Hezza had with his Top Doctor, the cardiologist Peter Mills, under who’s care Hezza was after that nasty attack of gout. After his conversation with Peter Mills resulted in Hezza deciding not to stand himself, Hezza supported Ken Clarke for the leadership.
Peter Mills, like all the best Top Docs, will have known about the Westminster Paedophile Ring, but Mills will have had a particular hotline to and interest in Dafydd and the gang, because Peter Mills, when a young Top Doctor, had worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, which for years concealed Dafydd’s gang and a linked paedophile/trafficking gang in south London.
In an interview about his career, Mills was quoted as saying: ‘My father was a GP but I was always rather rebellious and so chose to read biochemistry at Oxford. I realised I was wrong and changed to medicine when it became apparent I was more interested in people than science. In contrast to today’s young medics, who seem forced to decide at medical school which career path to follow in order to shape their CV, we had much more freedom to choose our speciality relatively later. I believe cardiology chose me, rather than the other way around. An unexpected vacancy arose at St Georges Hospital at Hyde Park Corner where I was a locum and so I was invited to study Cardiology.’
Not only did many of the staff at St George’s conceal organised abuse, but Professor Oliver Brooke was employed as a paediatrician there from the mid-1970s until he was jailed for the possession of child porn in 1986. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile gang. After Brooke was jailed, his colleagues and friends remained working at St George’s colluding with the gang, some of them being active members. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.
Ken Clarke knew what was going on at St George’s when Clarke was Health Minister and subsequently Secretary of State for Health, 1988-90. Furthermore, it was when Clarke was in Health that he and Thatch had to sort out a little local difficulty re St George’s. The original St George’s Hospital at Hyde Park Corner had been developed as a result of a bequest given by the Duke of Westminster in the 18th century. After St George’s had relocated to its new site in Tooting in 1980, the then Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, told Thatch and Ken Clarke that he wanted the market price for the original site which had been donated by his ancestor. The Hyde Park Corner site was a piece of Knightsbridge real estate worth millions. The Gov’t refused the Duke’s request, but instead resolved the problem by letting the Duke buy the Hyde Park Corner site for £6000.
The Duke of Westminster was the President of the City of Chester Conservative Party’s Constituency Association, the local MP being Sir Peter Morrison. Gyles Brandreth succeeded Morrison as Tory MP for Chester and Gyles has been frank that Morrison ‘having sex with little boys’ was openly gossiped about by members of the constituency association as well as local people whom Gyles met when he was campaigning. The Duke of Westminster was a close friend of Carlo. Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison spent most of her life as Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet.
Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to the Duke’s estate for ‘work experience’ but refused to return there without explaining why.
Peter Mills worked as a consultant cardiologist at the Royal London Hospital and subsequently the London Chest Hospital, which both became part of Bart’s Health, for around 35 years. It was Barts who found that they were ‘unable to revive’ John Smith, the leader of the Labour Party, after his heart attack on 12 May 1994. Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, died from an ‘unspecified blood disease’ on 9 June 1994. On 13 June 1994 the trial of Arnold’s friend and colleague Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson for sexual offences against boys in care began.
Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees was a leading light at Barts for many years and provided much protection for Dafydd. Linford Rees was from west Wales and furthermore had extensive showbiz connections via his daughter, the actress Angharad Rees and her husband Christopher Cazenove (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Barts’ concealing of organised abuse was given a further helping hand by the very close connections that Lady Juliet Bingley of MIND had with Bart’s – Juliet’s father had been a surgeon at Bart’s and Juliet worked for a while as a medical almoner (social worker) at Bart’s. Juliet’s son William continued the collusion with Dafydd et al in William’s capacity as Legal Director of MIND and then Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission (see previous posts).
So after the chat with the Top Doc who was formerly of St George’s and Barts, old Hezza decided to offer Ken Clarke his support with regard to Clarke’s ambitions to lead the Tory Party and ultimately become PM. The Ken who was at the scene when the Duke of Westminster – Britain’s richest man – picked up a prime piece of Knightsbridge that the NHS was flogging off for a bit of loose change.
The information concerning Peter Mills’s career is provided on the website of Cavendish Medical. Cavendish Medical is a company which provides ‘financial planning’ services for ‘senior medical and NHS professionals’. I don’t think that Cavendish Medical simply manage the Top Docs’ Post Office savings accounts. Mills talks about his hobbies, which includes medieval art and explains that he has a ‘travel fund’ which enables him to jet around the globe in pursuit of this interest, the travel fund resulting from his Cavendish investments.
Peter Mills was Chairman of Cardiology SAC for the Royal College of Physicians, 2002-06, which involved Mills taking a leading role in the education of cardiologists. In 2015, the media reported that ‘Dr Peter Mills, the Football Association’s regional cardiologist for South East England’, was found by the High Court to have been negligent with regard to his treatment of Tottenham Hotspur footballer Radwen Hamed, who in 2006, when he was 17, suffered a cardiac arrest in his first game for the club and was left brain damaged. It was believed that the damages could reach £7 million.
The archive film of the interview with Hezza included a camera shot of the name plate of Peter Mills’ Harley Street practice, which showed that Mills shared his practice with Top Docs Duncan Empey and Michael Wareing.
I presume that Duncan Empey is Prof Duncan Empey, who has helpfully provided the following details on his LinkedIn profile:
Medical Director, Barts and The London NHS Trust, 1994-01
Professor Emeritus, University of Hertfordshire, March 2009-March 2012;
Group Medical Director, BMI Healthcare, Jan 2008-Dec 2012
Responsible Officer, BMI Healthcare, Dec 2012-Sept 2016
Trustee, National Council for Osteopathic Research, Jan 2018-present
Board Member, The Osteopathic Foundation, Sept 2017-present
Top Doctor Michael Wareing is an ENT specialist who works at The London Clinic. Wareing has his own website ‘145 ENT’, which contains the following information:
‘Welcome to the website for Mr Michael Wareing, MBBS BSc, FRCS(ORL-HNS), Consultant Ear, Nose and Throat Surgeon. Michael Wareing is a London based Consultant Ear, Nose & Throat (ENT) Surgeon. He has an NHS practice which is based at St Bartholomew’s & The Royal London Hospitals, where he has also been the Head of the ENT Department in 2 separate spells, 2003-9 and 2012-14. His private practice is based at The London Clinic where he has a fully equipped consulting suite at 145 Harley Street. Mr Wareing has over 25 years experience as a doctor and has been a consultant since 2000. He offers expertise in all aspects of General ENT as well as supraspecialist knowledge in Ear & Skull Base Surgery, Voice Disorders, Dizziness & Tinnitus, Sinus Disease and Children’s Ear Problems. He has concentrated his private practice in one place to ensure the very best continuity of care for all his patients’.
The ‘profile’ section on Wareing’s website tells us that: ‘Michael Wareing was educated at the Haberdasher Aske’s School for Boys, Elstree and entered St Bartholomew’s Medical School (Barts) in 1982. Following success in his preclinical studies, he took the opportunity to spend a year of further study to complete a BSc in Pharmacology. He returned to his clinical training at Barts in 1985 where he developed an interest in ENT, and won the Sydney Scott Prize for Otorhinolaryngology (ENT) in 1988. He qualified as a doctor in the same year.
He worked in a number of busy posts in Neurosurgery, General Surgery and A&E in southeast England during his general surgical training, before taking up an ENT position at Addenbrooke’s Hospital in Cambridge. During this time he passed both the General Surgical and ENT Fellowships of The Royal College of Surgeons of England. His specialty ENT training gave him experience and expertise not only in District General Hospitals, but also in tertiary referral centres such as Guys, Kings & St Thomas’ Hospitals, and the Great Ormond Street Hospital for Sick Children. He also developed a particular subspecialty interest in Otology (diseases of the Ear) and Ear Surgery.’
Michael Wareing worked at Guy’s and Tommy’s with Ed Miliband’s Uncle Harry then! And of course with Dafydd’s friend and umbrella Professor Jim Watson the sex therapist (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).
‘In 1997 the King’s Fund awarded him a prestigious TWJ Travelling Fellowship to enable him to spend seven months in the Laboratory of Molecular Otology at the University of California at San Francisco. There he studied inner ear gene therapy and performed new and exciting research on the roles of liposomes and viruses in introducing genetic material to the cochlea.
In 1999 he was awarded the Skull Base Fellowship at Addenbrookes Hospital, Cambridge, where he was able to refine his interest in Ear, Acoustic Neuroma and Skull Base Surgery.
In 2000, Mr Wareing returned to St Bartholomew’s and The Royal London Hospitals as a Consultant ENT Surgeon. This was a high profile position which incorporated the dual role of maintaining a general ENT practice of adult and paediatric patients from the City of London, Islington and East End of London, whilst also being the Lead Clinician in Otology, Ear Surgery, Acoustic Neuroma and Skull Base Surgery. He ran a specialist Voice Clinic, and a Paediatric Ear Disease Clinic.
From 2003-9 Mr Wareing took over the additional role of Lead Clinician for the department of Otorhinolaryngology: Head and Neck Surgery at St Bartholomews and The Royal London Hospitals. This position allowed him to further develop the ENT services offered in both the City of London and the East End of London. He relinquished the role, only to be reappointed as the Lead Clinician in 2012. He enjoys working closely with many allied Health Professionals, where he is known as a helpful, reliable and considerate expert. He is in charge of the appointment and appraisal of ENT Colleagues, both Consultants and Junior Staff alike. He also has wide ranging responsibilities for the education of Medical Students within their ENT attachment, and also for GP Postgraduate ENT Education.
Mr Wareing’s Private ENT work started in 2000 when John Booth, his predecessor at Barts, saw an opportunity to retire by asking him to take over the care of his established Upper Wimpole Street Practice. In 2005 Mr Wareing chose to move his growing practice to the special setting of The London Clinic, Harley Street, where he and his colleague Mr Jonathan Harcourt are the only two ENT Surgeons to hold permanent rooms within the Clinic. Since that time he has equipped his Consulting Room with the very best equipment available for modern office based ENT practice.Mr Wareing is also pleased to work as an Honorary Consultant for St Luke’s Hospital for the Clergy, Fitzroy Square.Mr Wareing is a well respected colleague, seeing patients from around the South East of England and overseas. He has featured in articles in the Daily Mail and the Observer, in radio shows and has written book chapters on a number of topics including the development of the ear and on voice problems. He has published over 40 peer reviewed articles and is invited to lecture within the UK and abroad.In 2007 he was one of only a handful of ENT Surgeons to appear in the ‘Tatler’ Guide to the top 250 Private Health Professionals in the UK. He also appears in the updated 2013 version of this guide.Mr Wareing lives in North West London. He is married to a doctor and they have 4 children. He is a keen (ex single figure handicap) golfer and has been pleased to win several medical golfing society trophies. He is also a keen cyclist, and cycled with a friend from Lands End to John O Groats in 2012, raising £25000 for Deafness Research UK and Help for Heroes.’The Tatler-recommended charidee-supporting Mr Wareing provides for us on his website the address of his Registered Office: c/o Sandison Easson & Co. Rex Buildings Wilmslow Cheshire SK9 1HY
(Company No 09903639-Registered in England & Wales)Wilmslow is located at what was the heart of geographical area of the Cheshire arm of the North Wales/Cheshire trafficking ring.
Wareing’s website helpfully introduces us to his ‘team’:
MS REBECCA BAS
‘Ms Rebecca Bas is Mr Wareing’s Practice Manager, Secretary and PA. She joined the team in early 2014. She has extensive experience as a Medical PA, previously working for a leading OMFS surgeon for 18 years. She ensures the highest standards of administrative care and advice for all Mr Wareing’s patients. Rebecca is responsible for the day to day running of the practice and co-ordinates the booking of appointments, organisation of any tests required, and admission for surgical procedures. She is highly dedicated to ensuring that all aspects of your care are dealt with in an efficient and caring manner, easing the path back to full health. Many of Mr Wareing’s patients pass comment on her helpful and organised approach to their care. Rebecca works full time for Mr Wareing and can be contacted during normal working hours, five days a week.’
MRS JACKIE RICHARDS
‘Mrs Jackie Richards is Mr Wareing’s Accounts Manager. Having worked as his PA and Practice Manager for over 10 years, she has reduced her workload but still retains a key role in ensuring efficient practice management in all spheres.’ So Jackie ensures that you cough up the money before Mr Wareing is ready to see to your every clinical need.
DR ANIL PATEL MBBS, FRCA
‘Dr Anil Patel is a Consultant Anaesthetist who works privately with Mr Wareing. He has an NHS practice at the Royal National Nose Throat and Ear Hospital, Grays Inn Road – just next door to the lawyers! – and has extensive experience in all aspects of ENT Anaesthesia. He is a particular authority on the difficult airway and the use of the laryngeal mask in ENT Anaesthesia and lectures extensively both nationally and internationally on ENT Anaesthesia’.
DR KAMRAN AHMAD BMEDSC, MBBS, FRCA
‘Dr Kamran Ahmad is a Consultant Anaesthetist who works with Mr Wareing at Barts and The London as well as in private practice. He has extensive experience of ENT Anaesthesia and is dedicated to making the ENT journey.’
MR IAN SABIN BMSC, FRCSE FRCS
‘Mr Ian Sabin is a Consultant Neurosurgeon who works jointly with Mr Wareing at The Royal London Hospital, where they run a combined Skull Base and Acoustic Neuroma clinic on a monthly basis and receive referrals from around the southeast of England. Mr Sabin has been a Consultant for 16 years. He has particular expertise in the Neurosurgical aspects of Skull Base Surgery and a wealth of experience in the use of Gamma Knife Radiosurgery. His areas of interest include Skull Base Surgery, Cervical Spine Surgery, and the treatment of trigeminal neuralgia and pituitary tumours. Private patients requiring both ENT and Neurosurgical expertise are seen individually by both Mr Wareing and Mr Sabin and are then discussed jointly by the Consultant to ensure optimisation of management, in conjunction with patient desires.’
Mr Sabin is available for those patients whom the Walton Centre have left to die because of their association with those who have challenged the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales (see post ‘A Vampire at Glyndwr University!’). Or probably not, if a distress flare has been sent up by Dafydd.
Mr Wareing of Very Expensive Private Practice has featured in the media, including in that organ dedicated to the NHS ‘The Guardian’, as well as the Mirror and the BBC. Not that Mr Wareing bothers to supply a photo of these publications, he prioritised ‘Tatler’ in that regard.
Mr Wareing works at The London Clinic, a private clinic which sprawls over much of the Harley Street disctrict of London.
John Biffen, the Thatcherite Tory MP who went to school with my father and who knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the lengths to which a great many people were going to conceal it (see post ‘A Local Boy Made Good’), was a Trustee of The London Clinic, 1994-2002, which spans the whole period of the Waterhouse Inquiry and the publication of the Waterhouse Report.
In Ian MacGregor’s book ‘The Story Of The Miners’ Strike 1984-5′, MacGregor mentions that when he read that John Paul Getty II had given £100k to the striking miners’ Christmas appeal in 1984 which had been launched by Anne Scargill, Arthur Scargill’s wife, MacGregor called upon David Hart – the shady right wing figure who was behind many dark matters during Thatcher’s years in office – to arrange a meeting between MacGregor and Getty at ‘The London Clinic’ ‘where he was more or less permanently in residence’. At the meeting, Getty gave Hart a cheque for £100k to the National Working Miners.
Scargill’s daughter is a Top Doctor. Scargill’s friend Michael Mansfield QC who founded the Socialist Labour Party with Scargill knew what was happening to me in north Wales in 1993 because I wrote and told him about it. I wrote to Mansfield and explained that I had been prosecuted under the legislation introduced by Thatcher’s Gov’t to criminalise picketing miners after I attempted to get answers from the north Wales mental health services when Top Docs and Gwynedd Social Services social workers had broken the law. The much publicised police investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire was underway when I was prosecuted and when I wrote to Mansfield. He wrote me a one line reply thanking me for my letter.
The website of The London Clinic is a source of high quality entertainment. We are told that ‘The London Clinic is one of the UK’s largest private hospitals, dedicated to providing the best, personalised healthcare with a breadth of surgical and medical expertise. The London Clinic has a number of premises across Harley Street and Devonshire Place…’
The London Clinic may be one of the UK’s largest private hospitals, but they’re all heart down at The London Clinic: ‘The charitable status of The London Clinic means that our surpluses are reinvested back into the hospital and our journey since 1932 has seen significant expansion and development’.
This charidee has been so successful at raising dosh to reinvest back into itself that The London Hospital’s Duchess of Devonshire Wing cost ninety million quid and that was a few years ago.
Highlights in the evolution of The London Hospital include:
In 1932, The opening of The London Clinic, which was performed by the Duchess of York, accompanied by the Duke of York (later King George VI) on 18th February 1932.
On 10 May 1949, a visit by Winston Churchill to Anthony Eden (later Lord Avon), presumably when Eden was laid up in The London Clinic.
In 1963 Elizabeth Taylor was spotted leaving The London Clinic with her knee in a splint after falling on a film set.
In 1989 HRH Prince Carlo opened the physiotherapy department at The London Clinic.
In 1991 HRH Princess Margaret, aka Ma’am Darling, who availed herself of the services of a few private Top Docs herself in her quest for chemical recreation (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’) opened the MRI unit in the radiology department. Ma’am Darling’s husband Lord Snowdon was the bisexual son of a Welsh Top Doc; Lord Snowdon was reputed to have used the services of rent boys and used to visit north Wales. As an elderly man, Lord Snowdon had a relationship with Marjorie Wallace, who’s selfless service to Top Docs who were involved with serious organised crime was pretty much unsurpassed (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).
In 2002, TV star Martine McCutcheon opened the latest development of The London Clinic at 119 Harley Street. Martine was an actress in East Enders. As was Barbara Windsor, who probably would have been a more suitable celeb to have opened a new bit of The London Clinic.
In 2005, Nigel Havers opened the new consulting room suites at 145 Harley Street. Nigel is the son of Sir – later Lord – Michael Havers, the Tory MP for Wimbledon, 1970-87, who had many constituents who doubled up as Top Docs at St George’s. Havers was the corrupt Attorney General for England and Wales as well as for N Ireland, 1979-87, who consistently blocked the prosecution of ‘VIP paedophiles’, as well as the prosecution of nearly all not such VIP paedophiles in north Wales/Cheshire. His sister Lord Elizabeth Butler-Sloss concealed the extent of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’) and during the brief few minutes for which she Chaired the IICSA, Butler-Sloss tried to prevent any investigations into the Anglican Church. Butler-Sloss is a high profile Anglican.
In 2007 the Duchess of Devonshire attended the official opening of the new consulting room building at 5 Devonshire Place. The Duchess of Devonshire, who was born Deborah Freeman-Mitford, one of the famous fascist family.
Debo’s daughter Emma married Tobias Tennant, son of the 2nd Lord Glenconner. Charlie Tennant, the eldest son of the 3rd Lord Glenconner, was the heroin addict who flogged photos of Princess Margaret in fancy dress at a knees-up to raise money for drugs. Charlie’s dad the 3rd Lord Glenconner owned Mustique, the island that Ma’am Darling used to visit to let her hair down with her toyboy Roddy Llewellyn, where she wandered around in a kaftan like a Royal Elizabeth Taylor. Charlie Tennant died in 1996, of either Hep B or HIV, I’ve forgotten which. Debo’s daughter Sophia’s second husband was Alastair Morrison, Sir Peter Morrison’s nephew.
After David Cameron became PM, Debo gave media interviews stating that Cameron and his drip of a wife ‘were rather good for the country’. Debo was mates with Sam the Drip’s father, Sir Reginald Sheffield. Sam’s mum Annabel later divorced old Reggie and remarried William Waldorf Astor III – the son of Bill Astor who starred in the Profumo Affair – who was the nephew of her own stepfather, Michael Langhorne Astor.I cannot help thinking that if these domestic arrangements were occurring on a council estate in Merthyr Tydfil, they would be the cause of much pompousing and huffing and puffing from Call Me Dave.
2007 was a good year for The London Clinic. As well as Debo opening their new block, members of staff at The London Clinic joined the Xtreme Everest expedition. Lest anyone believes that the staff of The London Clinic just went up Everest to enjoy themselves, the website of The London Clinic reminds us that the Everest expedition was about Research and Helping People. The London Clinic is pursuing ‘research’ up Everest which will benefit hundreds of thousands of people no less.
In 2010, Joanna Lumley opened the consulting rooms and pathology laboratory at 116 and 120 Harley Street.
In 2010 The London Clinic received another visitor almost as glam as Joanna Lumley. HM the Queen Lilibet opened the new, purpose built, state-of-art cancer facility at 22 Devonshire Place. Debo didn’t peg out until 2014, so perhaps she was too busy admiring Cameron and the notepaper which his wife designed for a living to make it to the opening, so Lilibet substituted.
In 2011, HRH Princess Alexandra opened the new Eye Centre at 119 Harley Street and was greeted by Professor Robin Williamson.
In 2011, The London Clinic received the Queen’s Award for Enterprise in International Trade. International Trade in what is not made clear.
In 2013, members of staff at The London Clinic were off up Everest again, continuing their investigations of human adaption to hypoxia at high altitude. Definitely not on a jolly.
In 2017 Camilla opened the new state-of-the-art 13 bed ICU at 20 Devonshire Place.
As all good charidees do, The London Clinic has a Patron, a Life President and a Board of Trustees.
The Patron is Camilla:
The Life President is The Duchess of Devonshire. Or was, until she turned her toes up.
The Board of Trustees of The London Clinic acts as its Board of Directors, overseeing and directing the activities of the charidee.
The Trustees are:
Mr Hamish Leslie Melville – Chairman
Mr Manish Chande
Professor John Gribben
Mr Nicholas Melhuish
Hamish Leslie Melville, the Chairman of this medical charidee, is a banker. Melville is: Chairman, Investment Banking Committee of Royal Bank of Scotland Group plc; Chairman of Mercantile Investment Trust plc (formerly J.P. Morgan Fleming Mercantile Investment Trust plc; was MD of Credit Suisse Securities (Europe) Ltd, 2005-08; Chairman of Mithras Investment plc, 1994-08; Chairman of Old Mutual South Africa Trust plc; Director of Scottish Investment Trust plc, 1996-07; of Northern Recruitment Group, 1997-04; of Persimmon plc, 1995-10; of Jamestown Investments Ltd, 1992-94; Eclipse Film Partners No 1 LLP, 2006-14; 73 Cadogan Square Freehold Ltd, 2007-08; Erlangers Ltd, 2000-06; Scottish Woodlands Ltd, 1992-05; Brechin Castle Centre Ltd, 1996-02; Dunedin Capital Partners Ltd, 1992-95; West Highland Woodlands, April 1992-June 1992; Batsford Estates (1983) Co Ltd, 1991-92.
Melville is also the former Chairman of the National Trust, Scotland.
In Jan 2006, the business diary from The Torygraph reported that ‘Credit Suisse First Boston managing director Hamish Leslie Melville has upset his neighbours with plans to build a 43-turbine wind farm on his Lochluichart estate in the Scottish Highlands. Leslie Melville, along with a company formed by Savills and a Dutch wind farm developer, has applied for planning permission to erect the windmills on land the developers describe as “degraded habitat”. Local residents disagree. They’ve set up a protest group called A Wind Farm Too Far, arguing there’s plenty of wildlife and that the steel giants would wreck the view and threaten tourism. Apparently, rather than take an annual rent, the estate has opted for a stake in the venture. My Scottish mole estimates that if all goes according to plan, the project could rake in £625 m over the wind farm’s 25-year lifetime. Not a bad return for Leslie Melville – a former Chairman of the National Trust for Scotland – who was unavailable for comment.’
Lady Helen Otton is a Lady as a result of being married to a Sir, namely Sir Philip Otton, a former Lord Justice of Appeal, 1995-01. Lady Helen describes herself as a ‘conference organiser’. She was a Director of: Everyman Action Against Male Cancer, 2010-13; ICR Enterprises Ltd, 2010-13; The Maytree Respite Centre, 2005-10; Classical Opera, 2002-06; Nottingham Law School Ltd, 199394.
Some years ago Lady Helen Otton’s name appeared in a ‘Daily Mail’ article which named and shamed ‘acolytes’ who had ‘dined at tax-payers expense’ with Tony and Cherie Blair.
Manish Chande describes himself thus: ‘Manish is a senior partner of Clearbell Capital LLP and has over 30 years of real estate experience and is involved in all aspects of the business. Manish is Chairman of the Investment Committee. Manish co-founded Mountgrange Investment Management in 2007 and was the CEO of Mountgrange Capital, a private property investment and development group from 2002. He was previously a board director at Land Securities plc, CEO of Trillium, a pioneering sale and lease-back property business; and CEO of Imry, a publicly-quoted property investment and development company. Manish originally trained as a chartered accountant at Midgley Snelling & Co. between 1975 and 1980 and worked at Deloitte, Haskins & Sells in London from 1980 to 1985. Manish has been a member of the Institute of Chartered Accountants in England and Wales since 1980. In 2008 he was elected a fellow of the Royal Institution of Chartered Surveyors. He was a Commissioner of English Heritage between 2003 and 2011. In 2007, Manish was appointed a Trustee of The London Clinic and in 2012 he was appointed a Trustee of the Canal and River Trust.’
The London Clinic’s website says of Professor John Gribben: ‘Professor John Gribben graduated from the University of Glasgow in 1980. He subsequently trained in Haematology at University College London and in Medical Oncology at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute, Harvard Medical School, where he remained on the faculty for 17 years before returning to the UK. He specialises in haematological cancers including lymphomas, leukaemias and bone marrow transplantation. His NHS post is as Consultant Haematologist and Medical Oncologist Barts and The London NHS Trust.’
He is the author of more than 300 articles and chapters in peer-reviewed publications and has a global reputation for his work in researching new drugs and forms of cancer treatment. He has grant funding from The National Cancer Institute and Cancer Research UK for pioneering studies in leukaemia and lymphoma. He has sat on and chaired numerous international executive committees dedicated to investigating new approaches to cancer care, and several of the editorial boards for professional publications which are focused on cancer. He has lectured across the world on new therapies for cancer treatment.’
John Gribben features on the website of Barts Cancer Institute, which mentions that he was a Wellcome Trust Clinical Research Fellow 1987-89, at UCL and a Fogarty International Fellowship, 1989-1991, at Harvard.
Nicholas Melhuish is a ‘fund manager’: ‘Nicholas Melhuish joined Amundi in 2013 as head of global equities. He was previously head of global equities at UBS Asset Management (2007-2012), lead portfolio manger for global equity strategies at Nicholas-Applegate Capital Management (2003-2007) at San Diego, California and in London and senior portfolio manager, international core equity, at Putnam Investments, London (1999-2003). Nicholas started his career as an analyst and small cap portfolio manager at Schroder Investment Management (1991-1999). He holds a BA (Hons) degree in Modern History from New College, Oxford and is also a member of the CFA Institute and the CFA Society of the UK.’
Take note: the Top Docs of The London Clinic trained in the NHS and for most of their careers held senior NHS jobs as well as extensive private practices. Now who was looking after their NHS patients when they were busy at that charidee The London Clinic? Just look at how many of those involved in running the charidee are people who work in global capitalism…
The Governor of HMP Berwyn, the UK Gov’ts new ‘flagship’ prison – the biggest prison in the UK – which no English authority wanted in its back yard but was welcomed with open arms by the idiots who represent Wales in both the Senedd and Westminster, has been suspended over unspecified ‘allegations’.
Operation Pallial has resulted in another conviction of an elderly sex offender who worked in a children’s home in north Wales. Once more the bravery of the victims has been praised. If only someone had listened to them as well as the screams coming from the numerous other victims 30 years ago. I cannot share the police’s excitement at their inadequate action decades too late. The elderly paedophile who has just been imprisoned was not convicted until he was 79 yrs old because the full might of the British state was deployed to protect him, not the kids whom he assaulted. Many of them will be dead now anyway, kids in care and Empowered Service Users don’t usually make it as far as 79 yrs old.
Dafydd is in his late 80s, as is Lucille.
Sir Norman Bettison, the former senior officer of the South Yorkshire Police, has been told that he will no longer face any charges as a result of the Hillsborough disaster. Bettison had faced four counts of misconduct in a public office. He was accused of telling lies about the ‘culpability of fans’ and his role in the wake of the tragedy, but the CPS has now said that insufficient evidence meant there was no real prospect of securing a conviction. This is because of ‘changes in the evidence of two witnesses’ and the death of a third witness. How very convenient.
Sir Norman was accused of untruthfully describing his role in the South Yorkshire Police response to Hillsborough – where over 90 people died – as ‘peripheral’ in a 1998 comment to then Chief Inspector of Constabulary Sir David O’Dowd, when applying for the job of Chief Constable in Merseyside. He was also accused of lying to Merseyside Police Authority when he said he had never attempted to shift blame for the disaster ‘on to the shoulders of Liverpool supporters’. Bettison was alleged to have lied in a statement issued on 13 September 2012 following the publication of the Hillsborough Independent Panel report, when he said he had never offered any interpretation other than that the behaviour of Liverpool fans did not cause the disaster. He was also accused of misconduct over a statement released the following day in which he said he had never ‘besmirched’ Liverpool fans.
The court heard that the prosecution relied on two witnesses, Mark Ellaby and a woman identified only as Mrs J. It was alleged by Mr Ellaby that, over a pint in a pub while on an MBA course together in 1989, Sir Norman said he had been appointed to a team, the role of which was to blame the fans. Paul Greaney QC, defending Sir Norman, said it took ‘repeated requests’ from the defence for the other students to be traced by the IPCC. When ‘eventually’ they were, fifteen other students and a lecturer were contacted and ‘not a single one’ recalled Sir Norman expressing any ‘inappropriate view’ about Hillsborough.
Those witnesses with the very bad memories were on an MBA course. They will now be running the NHS, the Social Services, the County Councils, teaching in university business schools and of course like Bettison, some may have achieved high rank in the police.
It’s OK Dafydd and Lucille, you have nothing to worry about at all. I’ve got 10,000 documents, dozens of people were found dead, but you are absolutely safe from any risk of prosecution.
My post ‘Additional Security Measures’ details the fabrication of documentation by the Home Office and the order to stress the alleged bad behaviour of the fans rather than the inadequacies of the police that Home Office officials gave before the publication of the Report into Hillsborough by Lord Justice Peter Taylor. The Home Office were ably assisting Dafydd and the gang at the same time.
The police officers who fabricated and altered witness statements in the wake of Hillsborough were from the South Yorkshire force. The South Yorkshire force were involved in the brutality towards striking miners in 1984-85 and in the collusion with the paedophile gang in Yorkshire.
Bettison joined the South Yorkshire Police in 1975. In May 1993 he was appointed Assistant Chief Constable of West Yorkshire Police. In 1998 he became Chief Constable of Merseyside Police. Bettison retired from the police in January 2005 to become Chief Executive of Centrex, which provided training and development to police forces in the UK and enforcement agencies throughout the world until it was abolished in March 2007. Bettison rejoined the police service in January 2007 as Chief Constable of West Yorkshire Police. He attempted to secure a package to receive both a retirement pension from Merseyside and a salary from the new post; he threatened legal action but the claim was settled out of court.
Jimmy Savile was on excellent terms with the police right across Yorkshire. The Merseyside Police colluded with Dafydd and his gang.
After the Battle of Orgreave was brought to the UK public by the Great British Press, Liz Stables, the Angel at the Student Health Centre at UCNW/Bangor University, told me that ‘those miners should be shot’. Liz was part of the trafficking gang in north Wales. One boy at Bryn Estyn maintained that he’d been sexually assaulted at gunpoint. But then I was followed by a gun wielding policeman before I left Wales, as was someone who made a witness statement about me being threatened by NHS staff and managers from the North West Wales NHS Trust.
After the Court case in which all charges were dropped against Bettison, Bettison talked of the ‘loss of loved ones’, the ‘enduring tragedy’, ‘a devastating loss’, ‘all of our sympathies’ and then reminded everyone that ‘I have been forced to deny, strenuously, that I was guilty of any wrongdoing in the aftermath of the disaster’.
A few weeks after Liz told me that the miners should be shot, she told me that she’d been at an event where dear old Dafydd dropped by in his helicopter and that ‘Dr DA was great’.
Never mind a murdering paedophile gang, the boys in blue got their priorities right:
A review of Children in Care in England and Wales has just been published. I decided to give it a wide berth when I saw that the review had been carried out by ‘experts’ from the ‘social care sector’ – I suspected that I knew what would be in that review. Unfortunately there was no escape because when I switched the radio on, the ‘Today’ programme was slap bang in the middle of interviewing the man who led the review, the Director of Children’s Social Services in Leeds. As in Jimmy Savile Central. I was not surprised when I heard that the main problem was austerity in the face of rising demand and that everyone is agreed that the child protection services are in crisis.
My posts ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ and ‘Dulce et Decorum est’ discussed the case of Ceryl Wyn Davies, a pillar of the community in Blaenau Ffestiniog who was given a job as the Head of a primary school by Gwynedd County Council after he served a prison sentence for indecently assaulting children. Ceryl Wyn indecently assaulted his pupils whilst working as a Headteacher and received another prison sentence. After leaving prison he was welcomed back into the fold once more and Gwynedd County Council maintained that they knew nuzzing. Someone has now given me yet more information which suggests that Gwynedd County Council have learned nothing after the unfortunate events involving Mr Davies.
After yet another teacher from Blaenau was arrested for sex offences against children last year and Gwynedd once again used that tired old chestnut that he had ‘slipped through the net’, someone from the area put in a freedom of information request to investigate whether Gwynedd County Council were carrying out DBS checks on their staff as legally required.
They discovered that in Dec 2017, 60 staff in schools run by Gwynedd County Council were employed yet had not received DBS certificates. Gwynedd claimed that 60 risk assessments had taken place and ‘control measures’ had been put in place.
I am fairly sure that it is illegal for staff to work in jobs requiring DBS clearance until the certificates arrive. I have friends in that position and even people volunteering as Brownie and Scout leaders have had to wait until their DBS arrives before they can begin work.
My correspondent has also sent me the following information:
As you probably are fully aware, us Welsh do like our Men’s Choirs and we have a couple here in Blaenau that have done rather well for themselfs over the years
One choir is The Brythoniaid which Ceryl is linked to, the other is ‘Cor Meibion Moelwyn’ which Ceryl still to this day plays a big part in, I suppose you could say that their achievement to date is down to him (not that I want to praise the fker).
Ceryl Davies is known for his Poetic & Musical skills. He has written many songs, has made a few albums and has worked for/with Cor Meibion Moelwyn since their very beginning.
Over the years I have heard of old members of the choir and claims and admittance of sexual abuse on more than one occasion. The latest has just hit the headlines just a few months back. He was a so called ‘pillar of the community’ as they seem to all be discribed who had not long retired from his post of post man here in Blaenau. He is currently serving a eight year stretch after his sister came forward and spoke of her rape ordeal at the hands of her brother “Gwyn Vaughn Jones”. The case was a historical one which he had always known would one day come to light. His sister had always said that whilst their parents where still alive she would continue to hide his abuse, therefore on their death she came forward and reported her brother.
Gwyn Vaughn jones is/was not only a singer but also was up there in the managerial team of Cor Meibion Moelwyn and a good friend of Ceryl Wynconfirmed by his first wife.
I do not know any of the people or the Cors named in the above e mail, but when I lived in north Wales I was told on a number of occasions that the Cors were being used as networks by which people were concealing wrongdoing and also climbing socially, including bagging themselves jobs. I stress that not everyone in Cors did this, some members were there because they enjoyed singing, but some Cors were definitely being misused. I know one Cor leader who was furious when she discovered that some people had joined her Cor only in order to ingratiate themselves to one particular member who held a senior role in education in Gwynedd and was in a position to wield influence over employment selection panels. There was one Cor in Gwynedd in particular which people would fight to join and I was told that the reason was that it was a Cor full of of influential people and being a member did wonders for one’s career prospects.
On one occasion I saw the phenomenon in action. I was friendly with someone who sung in a Cor who became very cross when he realised that he had been befriended by a young woman who had only done so in order to access the Cor in which he sang. It transpired that her father – a retired officer with the North Wales Police – had told her to join the Cor to get to know a member who held a very senior position in Coleg Menai (which has now merged with Coleg Llandrillo), because her father had been told that a job as a Welsh language class organiser would soon be advertised and that the member of the Cor would be deciding who got the job. The young woman did not have the qualifications or the experience required for the job and lied on her CV, but her strategy worked. She joined the Cor, befriended the big wig from Coleg Menai, got the job and was photographed at the National Eisteddfod a few weeks later with Leighton Andrews, the former AM, who was praising the Welsh language learning initiative which this young woman was by then leading. A couple of weeks before this happened, I was invited to the Cor to go and watch my friend singing. The guest of honour that evening was Dafydd Iwan.
So if anyone else wants a job at Coleg Llandrillo for which they do not have the appropriate qualifications or experience, you need to join the Cor of which Dr Ian Rees is a member, make friends with him and lie on your CV. You’ll land a job for which you’ll be paid £40k pa despite being a fairly new graduate and you can even post selfies online accompanied by a comment that you can’t be bothered to go into work, you feel like a duvet day so you’ll be pulling a sickie. Leighton will still be delighted to meet you at the Eisteddfod and praise your hard work.
Now for the exposing of another group of pompous, vindictive charlatans. In the late 1980s there was a health scare in Gwynedd as a result of claims that there was an inexplicably high rate of gastric cancer in the region. It was suggested that the presence of so much bracken in the county might have been a possible cause – Japan also had a high rate of gastric cancer and that had been attributed to bracken in Japanese diets. I seem to remember that the fickle finger of suspicion was pointed at bracken spores in particular being carcinogenic.
The best brains in Gwynedd began investigating and in the early 1990s there were media reports that provided the explanation for the high rate of gastric cancer. The culprit was buttermilk. It had been found that elderly people who had spent their childhoods in Gwynedd and who had consumed buttermilk as children were those who had an increased risk of cancer, the theory being that the cows in Gwynedd had grazed on land infested with bracken and that the carcinogens in the bracken had passed through into the milk. People who had moved to Gwynedd as adults were reassured that this was not a problem with which they needed to be concerned and the future health of the people of Gwynedd was not considered to be at risk because of the decline in the drinking of buttermilk.
Some time after this ground breaking research received massive publicity on a UK-wide level, it was quietly admitted that the research was ‘flawed’ and that there was in fact no association at all between a childhood drinking buttermilk in Gwynedd and gastric cancer.
I have now discovered just how seriously flawed that research was and who published it. Questions need to be asked regarding how this paper was ever accepted for publication in the first place and why the work received the endorsement of one of the biggest names in 20th century epidemiology – Sir Richard Doll. I’d also like to know why on earth the researchers who conducted the research were ever allowed to continue in research, let alone end up as leading lights in healthcare research in Wales.
The paper concerned is entitled ‘Gastric Cancer In Gwynedd. Possible Links With Bracken.’ The authors are: O.P. Galpin; C.J. Whitaker, Rh. Whitaker; and J.Y. Kassab. Galpin’s and Rh. Whitaker’s affiliation is given as Ysbyty Gwynedd and C.J. Whitaker’s and Kassab’s affiliation is given as the Centre for Applied Statistics, UCNW.
The paper was published in the ‘British Journal of Cancer’, 1990; 61, pp 737-740.
The summary of the paper reads as follows:
101 histologically confirmed cancer patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd were matched by sex, age and social class to two hospital inpatients without cancer; 77 of the gastric cancer cases were also matched, using the same criteria, to a patient with a confirmed cancer of a different site (excluding the oesophagus). A questionnaire was used to determine bracken exposure and source of water in childhood. Residential and occupational histories were obtained and consumption of buttermilk, a potential vector of the bracken carcinogens, was quantified. Comparison of gastric cancer patients with the non-cancer controls indicated that exposure to bracken in childhood had an increased risk (RR = 2.34, P < 0.001) compared to no exposure and that length of residence in Gwynedd was associated with increased risk (RR = 2.46 for the duration of 61 years and over P < 0.01). Consumption of buttermilk in children and adulthood was attended by increased risk (RR = 1.61 and 1.86 respectively, the latter being statisticallysignificant P< 0.05). Neither the residential effect not consumption of buttermilk in adulthood remained significant when considered in a multivariate analysis with bracken exposure.
Can anyone see the glaring inadequacies – indeed has anyone not seen the glaring inadequacies? There was a control group of THREE. Furthermore, not all of the patients in the study had gastric cancer. Excuse me, but this really is case of ‘for fuck’s sake’. This paper is complete hogwash – no doubt the questionnaires were just as nonsensical as the ‘statistical analysis’ was, but even if the questionnaire was perfect, this paper would still be hogwash because of the control group of three and the inclusion of someone who did not have gastric cancer.
The original version of the paper was submitted in Oct 1988, the referees gave advice and it was revised and accepted for publication in Dec 1990. Someone read this bullshit and did not notice the control group of three or the person who did not have gastric cancer. One can only imagine what the original draft of the paper was like.
The patients in this ‘research’ were diagnosed and treated at Ysbyty Gwynedd and Llandudno General Hospital. In the light of the nature of the complete fuckwits who are employed in those institutions, it is highly likely that the diagnoses were wrong anyway. One of the pathologists who has long held a senior role in the labs that were relied upon to carry out the histology upon which this research is based is Dr Avril Wayte. She is a mate of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s and is a Trustee of CAIS. Avril is married to Dr Donald Wayte, a pathologist who worked in north Wales for decades and who once gave a media interview accusing the parents of children who died of SIDS of having murdered them, on the basis of no evidence at all. Wayte’s ‘expert opinion’ was relied upon in many murder trials, including that of Howard Hughes, who is currently sitting in prison for the July 1995 murder of seven year old Sophie Hook. Many people believe that Howard Hughes is the victim of a serious miscarriage of justice – there was no forensic evidence at all which linked him to the crime. Before he was convicted of Sophie’s murder, Howard Hughes spent time in Bryn Estyn as well as that other prison of Dafydd’s, Garth Angharad and alleged that he had been abused at Bryn Estyn. He was denied compensation on the grounds that he is a convicted murderer. See post ‘News Round Up – And Murder Most Foul’.
Howard was convicted of Sophie’s murder at the same time as Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends were trying to frame me for serious crimes. Just after Dafydd ‘retired’, when the North Wales Hospital Denbigh ‘closed’ – the paedophiles and their friends were in overdrive at the time.
The Gwynedd patient data used in Galpin et al’s paper was collected between 1982-87 and was given to the Cardiff Cancer Registry . So their dataset will be a joke.
The research for this joke of a paper was funded by Gwynedd Research Committee. Sir Richard Doll provided ‘support and advice at the commencement of the work’. Did Richard Doll know that a control group of THREE was being used and that one of the patients did not have gastric cancer??? Dr I. Antice Evans provided input re the questionnaires; Dr Gwilym Wynne Griffiths, Professor David Barker and Dr Peter Ellwood provided ‘helpful advice and support’.
Dr I. Antice Evans had published on bracken previously. In 1958 Dr Evans published ‘Studies On Bracken Poisoning In Cattle’ and in 1963 he/she published ‘Effects of Bracken Rhizomes On The Pig’. In 1963 their affiliation was given as the School of Agriculture at UCNW. So this was an elderly agricultural scientist who advised on the questionnaires given to cancer patients. Twenty-five years after he published work on pigs.
Dr Gwilym Wynne Griffith was the Medical Officer of Health for Anglesey and ‘an eminent epidemiologist’ would you believe. He died in 1989, before Galpin et al’s paper was published. Griffith was an old mate of Dafydd’s. Dafydd spent 1959-62 working on an ‘Epidemiological Research Project’ with Gwilym Wynne Griffith ‘on mental disorder and mental health needs in Anglesey’. According to Dafydd, this formed the basis of his future work (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).
Gwilym Wynne Griffith was the brother of Huw Wynne Griffith, a famous Presbytarian Minister and ecumenical leader. Born in 1915 in Liverpool, he was the second son of Rev’d Griffith Wynne Griffith, Minister of a Welsh Chapel in Anfield. He and Gwilym had a sister, Elizabeth Grace (Beti) Hunter, a social worker who died in 2007; and a brother, Douglas.
Huw WynneGriffith was educated in Liverpool before the family moved in 1923 to Porthmadog, where he attended the local primary school and Porthmadog County School, then Friars School, Bangor, when his father became minister of Tabernacl Church, Bangor. Huw Griffith went to UCNW and then Westminster College, Cambridge. Between 1941-44 he was Secretary and then President of the Missionary Society of Westminster College. Griffith spent a year at Bala Theological College where he completed his BD. Prof J.E. Daniel, the father of the corrupt judge Huw Daniel, was employed at Bala Theological College and the father of Dafydd Iwan and Alun Ffred Jones was also associated with the institution.
Griffith was ordained in 1945 and served the chapels of Bethania, Ferryside and Seion, Llansaint, Carmarthen (1945-51) and Siloh (Seilo) Presbyterian Church of Wales, Aberystwyth (1951-1983), Ceredigion. He married MairBenson-Evans (1918–2003), daughter of Dr and Mrs Benson-Evans, Prestatyn in 1945 in Rehoboth Chapel, Prestatyn and they had three daughters – Nia in 1947, Ann in 1949 and Gwawr in 1956. Nia at least is still alive and kicking – the others probably are as well – and is likely to be mates with Dafydd.
Huw WynneGriffith was involved in the ecumenical witness from his college days. He served from 1939-41 as the General Secretary of the Student Christian Movement and represented Wales at the Christian Youth Conference in Amsterdam in August 1939. He represented the Presbyterian Church of Wales at the Faith and Order Conference of the World Council of Churches in Lund, Sweden in 1952. In the 1950s he editedYr Efrydydd and he also became Secretary of the three, later the four, Nonconformist denominations’ discussions on church unity. H. W.Griffith was invited to become Chairman of the Welsh Ecumenical Society in 1954.
In the 1960s Griffith was one of the most prominent leaders of the ecumenical witness within Wales. He served the Committee which prepared the Faith and Order plan of the Welsh Council of Churches (1963-64), and then became the Secretary of the Joint Committee of the Covenanting Churches of Wales (1965-68), responsible for the reports which were produced and published in 1968 and in 1971. H.W.Griffith was Vice-President of the Welsh Council of Churches, 1966-68 and President, 1968-72. He was the Secretary of the Church and Society Committee in the early 1970s. Griffith represented the Presbyterian Church of Wales in the World Council of Churches in Nairobi, Kenya in 1975. He was active in ecumenical activities in west Wales and joint founder of Ecwmene Ceredigion, a forum for young people.
Griffith was heavily involved throughout many years with Christian Aid andShelter. He supported the Anti-Apartheid group in Aberystwyth, Amnesty International and Ockenden Venture. Griffith welcomed children of refugees from Germany to Aberystwyth and he extended the hand of friendship to refugees from the 1956 uprising in Hungary. He and his wife Mair hosted many of the students who came to the colleges in Aberystwyth.
Huw WynneGriffith wrote articles in the Welsh-language press, in particular Y Goleuad, Y Traethodydd, Porfeydd, Ecwmene, Y Genhinen and Barn. He prepared a commentary for Sunday schools on the Gospel of Mark in 1953, a book of stories for children, Gyda’r Iesu (1961) and his Davies Lecture to the General Assembly of the Connexion, on ‘C.F. Andrews, Friend of Mahatma Gandhi and a Pioneer of Missionary Work’ was published in 1978.
During WWII Griffith was a conscientious objector. He died in 1993 at Bronglais General Hospital Aberystwyth. His funeral was conducted by his Minister, RevdPryderi LlwydJones in Aberystwyth. Tributes were paid to him by RevErastusJones and PrincipalElfed ap NefyddRoberts, two who had been involved with Huw WynneGriffith in the ecumenical movement. He is buried in AberystwythPlasgrug cemetery.
The poetGwilymRoberts summed up his contribution in an englyn inscribed on Griffith’s gravestone:
Huw fu byw i wella’n byd
Ufudd was fu i Dduw drwy’i fywyd.
[Huw lived to make our world a better place,
An obedient servant to God throughout his life]
Which he might well have been. But he’ll have known about that paedophile ring run by Dafydd and Gwynne with which his brother and sister were colluding.
Huw Wynne Griffith’s father was a preacher from Anglesey who was a graduate of UCNW. At a later date he was also a member of the Court and Council of UCNW.
Huw Wynne’s daughter is Nia Higginbotham. She uses a Wrexham address and is listed as having been a Director of: Fair Trade Wales; Meifod Consulting; Trefnu Cymundeol Cymru/Together Creating Communities.
Professor David Barker was a Top Doc and epidemiologist with an interest in botany. He was Professor of Clinical Epidemiology at Southampton University and Director of the MRC Environmental Epidemiology Unit, 1984-03, where he made ‘observations on the geographical relationship between neonatal and post-neonatal mortality and heart disease’. He won the GlaxoSmithKline Prize in 1994 for this work. In 2011 Barker made a BBC ‘Horizon programme’. Barker was a colleague of Sir Donald Acheson at Southampton University. Acheson was Chief Medical Officer when Thatcher was PM and it was Acheson who assisted Norman Fowler the Health Secretary in concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’).
I have not been able to find out who Dr Peter Ellwood is or was.
I know three of the authors of this paper. Chris Whitaker for years was the man responsible for teaching statistics to the students in the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Rhiannon Whitaker is his wife, who was one of his students. Er – a control group of THREE Chris?? Of course your wife wouldn’t have understood that a control group of three was meaningless, because you obviously didn’t and you taught her. Rhiannon Whitaker was for a long time the Director of NWORTH, the Clinical Trials Unit at Bangor University.
I knew J.Y. Kassab as well. Dr Kassab was a grossly incompetent statistics tutor at UCNW. He was responsible for teaching first year stats to the science undergrads and I was in his class. Kassab’s teaching was utterly chaotic and his accent was so heavy that none of us could understand what he was saying. At one point he kept talking about ‘the underlying lows’. We were all asking ‘what’s a low?’. Dr Kassab then lost his rag and yelled ‘a low, a low, you know what is a low’. Then someone clicked and yelled out ‘oh, you mean a LAW’. Dr Kassab shouted back ‘yes, a low’. It was hilarious, there was no way that any of us were going to learn stats in Dr Kassab’s class. In the end, so many students went to their tutors and said that they just could not learn a thing from Kassab that one Dept – Agriculture no less – put on extra tutorials for their students. One of the tutors who held those classes, Dr Tony Chamberlain, commented that he understood that Dr Kassab gave his lectures in ‘some sort of Middle Eastern language’, which was indeed true. The other person from Agriculture who was responsible for giving the supplementary stats tutorials was the awful Prof J.B. Owen (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Who couldn’t add up. One student noticed that Owen made a mistake and pointed it out to him. J.B. Owen got nasty and went into denial, the student got angry as well, was very rude to Owen and was thrown out of the class. J.B. Owen continued to make mistakes.
The Zoology students and Plant Biology students also went to their tutors in despair re Kassab and the statistics class and were simply told ‘don’t worry about it’. The fact that there was a stats exam to be passed at the end of the year was ignored. One student began singing ‘Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life’, which summed up the attitude of the college authorities – you’re all up shit creek but we are not going to address this problem.
So how did I learn stats? Brown taught me of course. The only other students who learnt anything about stats at UCNW also asked friends and relatives who were competent re stats to teach them.
Twenty years later I was in a hill walking group when I met someone who had been a forestry student at UCNW at the same time that I had done my first degree at UCNW. He said ‘oh gosh, you’ll have been in those statistics lectures then’. No-one ever forgot those lectures. It was a laugh, but the downside was that a great many ‘experts’ carrying out all that healthcare research at Bangor University do not know their arses from their elbows. Do they Chris and Rhiannon?
Not so much an underlying low but an under-lying Lowe. Anyone for Food Dudes? Pass me a Duchy Original.
No-one has ever said a word about the innumerate statistical experts at Bangor University who carry out so much NHS research. Er – perhaps because Kassab’s daughter Susan was a Top Doctor at Ysbyty Gwynedd? Susan Kassab went to Friar’s School in Bangor and then to medical school in London, then returned to Bangor for a while. Susan Kassab knew about Gwynne, Dafydd and the sex trafficking gang. A google search throws up a Dr Sossie Kassab who has a Harley Street practice offering homeopathic treatments for cancer. Sossie Kassab has been outed on a ‘quack watch’ website. However I don’t think that Sossie Kassab is Susan Kassab. Sossie’s CV states that she trained at Barts – I think that Susan Kassab trained at the Middlesex. Gwynne’s old alma mater. If anyone knows differently, please keep do clarify.
This farce of a paper which was mentored by the biggest name in UK epidemiology as well as by another very big name – Doll and Barker – was submitted in 1988. Which was when I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign at Surrey University. Whilst I was there, without my knowledge my data was given to Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University who published it with her name on it as well (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’). I had never heard of Curtin until I found the paper with her name on it as well as mine a few weeks ago. After giving my data to Nicola Curtin, Surrey University told me that my funding had run out and I was made redundant. Whilst I was at Surrey, a former psychiatrist colleague of Dr Tony Francis, Dr Peter Mcguire, decided that he would become a cancer researcher and took part in a research fraud which was exposed in 1990 and resulted in the suicide of Prof Tim McElwain (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’).
I have been told that Professor Martin Roth, a psychiatrist at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne and the former President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’), had something to do with these extraordinary happenings.
The laughable paper concerning bracken and gastric cancer based on a control sample of three was published in Dec 1990. The month in which Tony and Sadie Francis perjured themselves in an attempt to have me imprisoned. It was that which led to me being forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School the following month. In Nov 1990 Margaret Thatcher resigned as leader of the Tory Party following a challenge from Michael Heseltine. Thatcher’s failed leadership campaign was organised by her friend and PPS Sir Peter Morrison, a member of Dafydd’s paedophile gang.
I would ask Rhiannon and Chris Whitaker what the hell was going on, but they’re probably far too stupid to have grasped the bigger picture – after all they work with samples of three – so perhaps Heseltine will tell us, because he will definitely know. Heseltine is from Swansea, although he tries to be all posh and English.
There is an archive clip of ‘Spitting Image’ in which a crazed Heseltine is in the basement of a Gov’t building feeding documents into an enormous shredder shrieking ‘Goodbye my beauties’. Hard luck Heseltine, no matter what was destroyed by Gov’t, I have 10,000 highly incriminating documents in my possession.
‘Awound The Wagged Wock The Wagged Wascal Wan.’ But now you’ve been caught Heseltine you big ranker.
As for O.P. Galpin, I do not know him or her. O.P. Galpin had a letter published in ‘The Lancet’ in 1998 regarding the solution to inhumane and genocidal regimes. They believed that the moral instruction of young people was the only answer. No doubt Dafydd was the man to do this.
Paedophiles’ friends: not only did I never produce the sort of horse shit that you published – complete with its elementary errors – but my work was sufficiently good that you STOLE IT and used it to bag yourselves further funding and senior positions! Now, shut your mouths about Brown and me, stop your constant ‘how very dare yous’, do us all a favour, resign and crawl away. As the Old Gits would say – bugger off, sod off, piss off. You might also like to come clean regarding who co-ordinated all this, which happened whilst I was working in cancer research. Sir Richard Doll did his reputation no good at all by ‘advising’ a gang of paedophiles. But then Doll was a colleague of Donald Acheson’s…
Should anyone wish to have a good laugh at the Whitakers’ lame efforts at cancer research, here’s a link to their nonsense https://www.researchgate.net/publication/20817598_Gastric_cancer_in_Gwynedd_Possible_links_with_bracken
Rhiannon Whitaker is not a popular bunny at Bangor. A PhD student gave her the moniker The Fifth Beatle on account of a rather odd hairstyle that she sported for a long time. No-one really minded her trying to look like Paul McCartney in 1963, it was the constant smug rudeness that pissed everybody off. Rhiannon’s favourite game was to pretend to be so important that she didn’t know who the rest of us were, even those of us with whom she’d had quite extensive dealings. On one occasion I had to tolerate sitting in a multi-disciplinary research meeting with Rhiannon. She insulted everybody else on the grounds that they were historians and sociologists and then bellowed at me ‘Who are you then?’ Rhiannon knew exactly who I was, but if her memory had given her the slip, she won’t bloody well forget me now. Neither will she ever be able to sneer at the arts, humanities and social scientists again – because I can reassure them that Rhiannon does not know even the basics where quantitative research is concerned, so her success at climbing into a senior role in NHS research in Wales must have been down to another factor. Probably this one:
John, Paul, George or Ringo? Is that enough for a sample on which to advise the nation with regard to any particular health risk?
In 2012 Rhiannon was a member of a research consortium known as the Welsh Crucible no less. In 2013 the Welsh Crucible won the ‘Times Higher Education Supplement’ award for outstanding ‘leadership’ . Rhiannon’s spiel for Welsh Crucible purposes stated that:
Rhiannon is a Chartered Statistician and Scientist who after graduating with a Mathematics degree from Bangor trained as a secondary school teacher at Cambridge University. After a career break to raise a family, a change of direction found her developing an interest in medical statistics and clinical trials. Her current research interests include trials of interventions to enhance quality of life for people living with dementia, depression and other long term conditions. A developing theme encompasses a range of child health issues building on Bangor University’s research strengths in child disabilities, autism and conduct disorders. Her methodological interests include how to bring rigorous randomised trials into community based settings such as prisons, pharmacies, care homes, schools and recreation centres. She is Associate Scientific Director for NWORTH, Bangor’s clinical trials unit.
2016 Update: Rhiannon has left Bangor University, to set up her own company and is the CEO of Whitaker Research Ltd, which provides research design, statistical and project troubleshooting services for applied health research.
She also believes that a meaningful study can be carried out using a control sample of three. I’m sure that the commissions from the NHS are rolling in.
One of the people responsible for promoting The Fifth Beatle to high office was Prof Ian Russell, latterly of Bangor University, now of Edwina Hart’s empire at Swansea University. Ian Russell caused much grief throughout his many years at Bangor. Bangor realised that they had been sold a pup when a Professor from Bangor met one of Russell’s old colleagues from York and they told him that Ian Russell was ‘an idiot’ and that Bangor were welcome to him. Ian is a healthcare researcher. Of course he is. I haven’t got time to detail the extent of Ian Russell’s fuckwittery here, but because I wasn’t a member of his research team I could have a good laugh at his excesses, rather than have to suffer as a result of them. He used to use the university photocopiers for personal business and one year he used the photocopier to produce his Christmas ’round robins’. Ian used to send photocopying through and then go to sleep in his office, so one would often find his photocopying uncollected. I found the round robins, they were great works of fiction. Ian’s round robin consisted of two pages of lies about his RAE results – his friends can’t have been academics, because the RAE results hadn’t yet been published when Ian explained that his research had been rated ‘excellent’. There were a few photos of Ian dressed up in a kilt and then an update on his hip replacement, which was as excellent as his RAE results.
The PhD student who named Rhiannon The Fifth Beatle had such problems with Ian Russell as his supervisor that he ended up suing Bangor University – as, I was told, had at least one other PhD student of Russell’s. This student told me that Russell was an incredibly selfish man who was a nightmare to deal with. The student maintained that Ian never replied to e mails no matter how urgent the matter and that in response to a formal complaint about this, Russell’s excuse had been ‘I had a cold’. Ian however expected a high level of service from everyone else. He complained bitterly about the inadequacies of the VC when the VC hadn’t replied to an e mail from Ian within 24 hours. Did the VC have a cold? No. His wife was dying of brain cancer, after the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre somehow found that there was no effective treatment for her. Russell’s PhD student was appalled at Russell’s insensitivity. He’d have been really freaked out if he had known that there was a plan by Fergus Lowe and a few others – including I was told, Ian Russell – to frame the VC for a criminal offence.
Ian Russell is a lay preacher.
Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW/Bangor University throughout the glittering careers of Kassab, the Whitakers, Ian Russell and Fungus.
And this man is a Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy:
Why did John McTernan’s brother-in-law nick my computer Blair?
Cheers, every one of us has made a fortune!
O. P. Galpin wrote the entry for William Ernest Beer on the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ Online.
William Beer was a consultant dermatologist in Bangor, Wales. He was born in Southern India amongst the Nilgiri Hills. His father was Assistant Director of the local Pasteur Institute and engaged in anti-rabies research. His great-grandfather, George Beer had gone to India from Devon with William Bowden where, with the assistance of their wives, they had succeeded in establishing churches, hospitals and a school.
Bill Beer’s medical studies commenced in Madras and there then followed junior hospital posts in the Vellore Medical School. Here he came under the influence of an American dermatologist, H. Gass, whose enthusiasm for the subject shaped his subsequent choice of career.
After marriage, Bill and his wife, Joan, chose to return to Nilgiri Hills to work in a mission hospital. Then, owing to a change of policy for tea estate hospitals, they decided to come to Britain. Bill was able to specialise in dermatology as a result of support from the Nilgiri mission. He initially enrolled as a full time postgrad at St John’s Hospital and was subsequently appointed senior registrar at Westminster Hospital.
Although Beer did not know North Wales, he applied for the post of consultant dermatologist for the Gwynedd region. Prior to his appointment, the task of building up a dermatology service for the whole of North Wales was in the hands of Dr Ellen Emslie who had introduced modern understanding, techniques and treatment to the area. [Shurely shome mistake – Ed.] Bill Beer was able to build on this foundation and, over the years, established a reputation for the quality of his service and professional skill. [Shurely shome mistake – Ed.]
Beer’s ‘infectious enthusiasm for the practical and academic aspects of dermatology influenced many of his colleagues, not to mention the many undergraduate and postgraduate doctors who assisted him in the skin clinics’.
So that’s why, for decades, doctors have refused to work in north Wales.
Beer’s interest in dermatology resulted in many research activities and publications, eventually leading to him winning the Wycombe Prize in 1993 by the British Association of Dermatology – two years after his retirement from the NHS.
Yes, another prize for a Top Doc in north Wales, in the year that the North Wales Police closed their investigation into child abuse and concluded that there was ‘no evidence of a paedophile ring’.
Bill’s other interests included the Welsh language – he became fluent – music, gardening, astronomy and mountain walking. Both he and his wife were renowned for their hospitality and for the pastoral care that they gave to junior doctors and university students. Bill’s life was ‘profoundly influenced by a deeply held Christian faith’.
Bill was ‘tragically killed in a car accident, shortly after completing a history of the old C&A Hospital’, which, the Lives Of The Fellows Online tells us, ‘will serve as a fitting memorial to his intense commitment to the area and to his colleagues’.
That tragic accident which killed Bill Beer happened in Dec 1999. Two months before the Waterhouse Report was published. Well Dr Beer had written a history of the C&A Hospital where pretty much anything went, including prostitution on the part of the Angels.
Dafydd used to turn up at the C&A to visit patients who had attempted suicide etc.
Galpin’s name also appears in Hansard, 18 July 1990, regarding Alun Michael asking if the Secretary of State for Wales ‘will list the individuals and bodies which have commented on his proposal to reduce the number of community health councils in Wales; and how many were for a reduction and how many against a reduction’. The CHCs in Wales consist entirely of paedophiles’ friends and never raise any serious challenge to the Top Docs – many of whom sit on the CHCs – and their neglect and abuse. Thus the NHS in Wales has fought very hard to hold onto the CHCs, ‘the voice of the patients’ and the ‘NHS watchdog’.
It was Ian Grist who responded to Alun Michael’s question. Grist was a Welsh Office Minister and a very helpful one to Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). The Secretary of State at the time was David Hunt, who served Dafydd et al so loyally in the late 80s/early 90s at the Welsh Office that Hunt was brought back as acting Secretary of State for Wales for just a few days in the summer of 1995, to lie about the North Wales Hospital having closed down. David Hunt was appointed acting Welsh Secretary 13 days before Bing Spear died. Spear was the corrupt mandarin who was the Chief Inspector of the Home Office Drugs Branch who so ably assisted Dafydd (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Sir Peter Morrison was found dead four days after Spear died. Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Carlo’s mum. Hunt was up and off again four days before Bing died to twiddle his thumbs for a few days until he took up the position of Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster on 20 July 1995, exactly one week after Morrison was found dead. See post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’. William Hague became Secretary of State for Wales on the day that Hunt scarpered from the Welsh Office.
Lord David Hunt is now the Big Boss at DAC Beachcroft, a firm of international lawyers who represent the GMC.
Ian Grist provided a truly impressive list of paedophiles’ friends who responded to Hunt’s consultation re the CHCs – 184 opposed the plans for a reduction in the number of CHCs, 14 approved. The list is too long to reproduce in full in this post, but here’s the link https://api.parliament.uk/historic-hansard/written-answers/1990/jul/18/community-health-councils
Look out for old favourites such as St David’s Hospital, Soroptomists International, Age Concern, Crossroads, Gwynedd Drugs Council, Quakers, Health Visitors Association, MIND, WCVA, Mencap, Town and County Councils and a number of MPs who were/are paedophiles’ friends. The Windbag’s name is not there, but Islwyn Labour Party is, so he was present in cognito. ‘O.P. Galpin, Llandudno’ is listed.
Now for a bit more info on the charidee ‘Wellbeing of Women’, which was established by Sir George Pinker, the friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain’s who delivered Royal babies (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum and Mason Connection’).
‘Wellbeing of Women’ was formerly known as ‘Birthright’ and it was in this incarnation when, in 1986, the Harris Birthright Centre for Reproductive Medicine at the Jessop Hospital for Women, Sheffield was established, ‘offering the biggest stimulus to research into reproductive medicine the UK had seen’. I do not know why paedophiles’ friend Oinker located his Birthright Centre at Sheffield, but the Centre was bank-rolled by Sir – now Lord – Philip Harris. From what I can work out, Harris provided the funding for the Centre in 1984, the year that I first complained about Gwynne the lobotomist.
Philip Harris went to Streatham Grammar School, which suggests that he lived just down the road from where St George’s Hospital Medical School is located, which employed Geoffrey Chamberlain et al who were concealing the wrongdoing of Gwynne, Dafydd and the paedophile gang.
Philip Harris was the Chairman of Carpetrite plc and has over fifty years experience in carpet retailing. Harris left Carpetrite in 2014, sold all of his shares and he is no longer associated with the company.
Harris was also a non-executive Director of Great Universal Stores plc for 18 years, retiring from the GUS Board in July 2004. Lord Harris became a non-executive Director of Matalan in October 2004. Harris was appointed to the board of Arsenal Football Club as a non-executive Director in Nov 2005.
Lord Harris is the co-owner of the Olympic gold medal-winning horse Hello Sanctos ridden by Scott Brash in the team show jumping event at the London 2012 Summer Olympics. Lord Harris and Lord Kirkham bought the horse for an estimated €2 million at the start of 2012. They are also co-owners of the horses Hello Sailor, Hello Unique and Hello Boyo.
Harris has been a donor to the Tory Party since the 1980s and was a big fan of Thatch. He also made donations to Cameron as leader of the Conservative Party. Harris is considered to be one of Cameron’s personal friends and he is said to have played a role in convincing Cameron to contest the party’s leadership in the summer of 2005. Harris’s ties to Cameron came under scrutiny two years later when it appeared that Andrew Feldman, a political associate of Harris and a fellow donor to Cameron’s leadership campaign, used Harris’s name to claim privileges accorded to active members of the House of Lords.
Harris has contributed extensively to education and as a result, many schools and colleges (such as Harris Manchester College, Oxford), bear his name. Through the Harris Federation, many secondary schools in South London have received Harris donations. In the London Borough of Croydon, Harris helped to found the Harris City Technology College, Harris Academy South Norwood and Harris Academy Merton, Harris Academy Purley, Harris Academy Chafford Hundred, although many local residents are angered that the original name of the South Norwood site, Stanley Technical High School, was dropped in place of the Harris name.
Dafydd’s mate Prof Linford Rees lived at Purley and entertained his celebrity friends there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Purley was also the home of Rashmi Varma, the fertility consultant at St George’s who found herself up in front of the GMC after NHS patients complained that she had forced them to donate eggs to private patients. Varma got off, although I was told by someone at St George’s that she was as guilty as they come. Geoffrey Chamberlain did not face a GMC hearing after he co-authored the paper describing research which had never taken place, although his co-author Malcolm Pearce was struck off. But then Chamberlain was mates with Oinker the Royal gynaecologist.
Chamberlain hated Rashmi Varma and everyone knew that he was waiting to stick the knife in. I wonder why his dastardly plan didn’t work.
In recent years, the forced change to academy status has placed additional schools under the management of the Harris Federation, despite considerable opposition from Boards of Governors and parents.
In 1960, Philip Harris married Pauline Chumley. The couple have a daughter Susan and three sons: Martin (director of Tapi Carpets), Peter and Charles. Pauline was appointed an DBE in 2004 and a Deputy Lieutenant in 2005. Lord Harris has an estimated wealth of £285m.
Harris was knighted in 1985. Just after he gave all that dosh to Oinker for the Birthright Centre. The year that Mary Wynch won her appeal to the Master of the Rolls and appeared in the London broadsheets. The year that I began approaching MPs regarding the problem that was the north Wales mental health services. I had written to the GMC about Gwynne the lobotomist in 1984 and they told me that they could not take any action against him.
Philip Harris was given a peerage in Jan 1996. By which time Ronnie Waterhouse knew that he would be Chairing a Public Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, although William Hague didn’t announce this until Aug 1996. Hague became leader of the Tory Party on 19 June 1997 after receiving the backing of Thatcher. Hague was perceived as the heir to Thatch. By 1996, Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid in Gwynedd had emerged as an international rock star (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). Gruff’s dad Ioan Bowen Rees was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council when business boomed for the paedophile gang within the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).
By 1986, when the Birthright Centre funded by Harris was established at Sheffield, Mary Wynch had won her appeal to the Master of the Rolls and was suing Dafydd et al. During 1986, Alison Taylor and I continued to raise our concerns regarding the activities of the paedophiles and their friends. On 22 July 1986, Iain Muir, Deputy Headmaster of the Bryn Alyn Community School, was convicted in the Crown Court at Mold of unlawful sexual intercourse with a female under the age of 16, for which he received a sentence of six months imprisonment. The victim was resident at the school for just over three years and was 15 years old when she left. During the middle months of 1986, DCS Gwynne Owen declared Alison Taylor’s complaints to be false or unsubstantiated. In Oct 1986 he sent a report to the CPS severely criticising Alison and in Dec 1986 Gwynedd County Council informally suspended Alison from her job as a social worker. In the late summer of 1986, I was unlawfully detained under the Mental Health Act in Ysbyty Gwynedd by Jackie Brandt and a Dr Perera, after being told by Alun Davies that if I didn’t drop my complaints about the mental health services I would be sectioned. Whilst I was there, Dafydd rolled up and told me to get out of north Wales and if I ever came back he’d have me arrested. In Dec 1986, I went back to north Wales and Dafydd had me unlawfully arrested and illegally detained in the North Wales Hospital.
The Harris Birthright Centre is now located at King’s College Hospital London, has been renamed the Harris Birthright Centre for Foetal Medicine and its Director is Dr Kypros Nicolaides, but I don’t know when it relocated to King’s. When I worked at St George’s I was told that a Professor of Obstetrics and Gynaecology at King’s was considered a bit excessive by his colleagues because ‘he has sex with his children’. Just to clarify, the man named as doing this was not Kypros Nicolaides, it was another fertility expert who was involved in charidee work.
I mentioned in my post ‘The Village’ that Dr D.G.E. Wood became seriously worried when Brown started publishing in 1984. A lot of people became very anxious all over again when Brown made his first TV appearance in Sept 1987. Brown didn’t have his own TV series or anything, he appeared on ‘Right To Reply’ on Channel 4 with Gus Macdonald. I was supposed to be on there as well, we were invited to appear after we wrote to Gus regarding a particularly offensive appearance that Bernard Manning had made on the BBC. I couldn’t go on tele because Gus’s invitation coincided with my first day at work at the Cancer Research Campaign labs at Nottingham University and I thought that it would look dreadful if I didn’t actually make it into work on my first day. My mates told me that it would have been really cool to have rung up the CRC labs and said ‘I’m sorry, but I’ve got a TV appearance’, but I didn’t dare. If I’d known what a tosser and a fraud Prof Robert Baldwin was (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’), I’d have prioritised Gus.
I didn’t realise this at the time because I thought that Gus was just the man on ‘Right To Reply’, but Gus Macdonald was actually a very big media figure. He was a former investigative reporter and by the time that he invited us onto his programme he was a powerful media executive. Gus was also big in the Labour Party and back in the 1960s he was involved with Tribune and Michael Foot, after flirting with the International Socialists. Some of the Tribune lot were working for MI5.
Gus Macdonald was one of the first people to be given a peerage by Blair after Labour won the General Election in 1997 and he was later appointed Minister for the Cabinet Office in Blair’s Gov’t – the year after Ronnie Waterhouse published his cover-up, when people started angrily mouthing off about the whitewash. Not that any of them got a Right To Reply. Dim problem Blair, there’s this blog now.
Recent posts have touched on how some of the paedophiles’ friends pride themselves on being Arty, in their capacities as collectors but also in terms of them occupying positions of responsibility in museums, galleries or in Gov’t roles relating to the Arts.
Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass excels in this field, he owns Compton Verney in Warwickshire, one of the finest galleries in Europe. In 1993, Compton Verney was purchased in a run-down state by the Peter Moores Foundation, a ‘charity supporting music and visual arts’, established by Littlewoods Chairman Peter Moores, who restored it to a gallery capable of housing international exhibitions. In 1993, my career had been destroyed, as had the media career of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales and the North Wales Police closed their investigation into the abuse of children in care, concluding that there was ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring. Thousands of statements had been taken, hundreds of complaints made and a file was sent to the CPS, yet there were no prosecutions.
In Oct 1993, John Smith, the leader of the Labour Party, appointed Ron Davies as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron and his mates were cheerleaders for devolution and it was assumed by everyone that ‘when’ a Welsh Assembly was created, Ron would be First Secretary. It all fell apart when Ron had his moment of madness on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie, just before Blair was about to make Ron First Secretary in the newly established Welsh Assembly (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).
Compton Verney Art Gallery is now run by Compton Verney House Trust, a registered charity no less. The charity in question is one Professor Robert Bluglass, who’s ‘Trust’ is ‘supported’ by the Peter Moores Foundation, after the Peter Moores Foundation transferred Compton Verney to the management of Bluglass’s blood-soaked, safe hands. In March 2004, the Compton Verney Art Gallery was opened by Prince Charles. That’s the Prince Charles who’s office told Alison Taylor that he ‘could not get involved’ when Alison Taylor wrote and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused; the Prince Charles who was Chancellor of UCNW when Bluglass’s mate Dafydd and his colleagues were using their roles in the College to run a sex trafficking ring; the Prince Charles who’s friend Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, was the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Peter Morrison, the constituency MP was abusing kids in care in north Wales; the Prince Charles who’s mater knighted Peter Morrison in Feb 1991, the month after I’d been forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School and was facing possible imprisonment after Dafydd’s colleagues Tony and Sadie Francis had perjured themselves.
Charles, what on earth are you doing mixed up in all this??? You’re the bloody heir to the throne, Bluglass has played a leading role in an international sex trafficking racket and the most probable explanation for Bluglass’s paws being on one of the finest art galleries in Europe is that it is the means by which he is laundering money. This is a very long way from the Duchy Organic range of expensive biscuits. It is, as you might say yourself, ‘sort of…um thingy…um appalling…’. Or if you are anything like the ‘Private Eye’ spoof of you in ‘Heir Of Sorrows’ you might. Heir of serious organised crime. It really is appalling. Pass me an oatcake, this is even more ridiculous than Jimmy Savile offering Charles and Di marriage guidance.
An online guide to ‘Greeting The Queen’ reassures readers that they mustn’t worry about what to say, they must just curtsy.
‘Have you come far?’ ‘Yes, I’ve fled north Wales because your son’s associates tried to kill me.’
It has recently been reported that Charles will be giving evidence to the IICSA relating to Bishop Peter Ball. Peter Ball was imprisoned for 32 months in 2015, for sex offences against children carried out between the 1970s and the 90s. The police received their first report in 1992. No charges were brought, but Ball resigned. It has been revealed that Charles had exchanged letters with Ball and that an independent inquiry found that Ball had ‘exploited his contact’ with members of the Royal Family, but there was ‘no evidence’ that Charles or any other Royals ‘sought to intervene at any point in order to protect or promote Ball’. Well that’s a relief, it’s simply that Charles is constantly rubbing noses with people who are involved with child abuse but can’t ‘get involved’ when he receives a letter telling him that someone has witnessed them abusing kids, it’s really nothing more sinister than that.
When Ball was reported for child abuse in 1992, the CPS received over 2000 letters of support for him, including letters from Cabinet Ministers and members of the Royal Family. It has not been made public who those Cabinet Ministers or Royals were. I was unaware that the CPS ever accepted ‘letters of support’. When I was prosecuted for ‘looking at a social worker in Safeways’ and for ‘calling Alun Davies a fat idiot’, no-one ever told me that I could get my mates to write to the CPS in support of me. I don’t know anyone else who was given that opportunity either.
Well it just goes to show that it’s one rule for molesting Bishops and another rule for the victims of sex trafficking gangs…
It has been admitted that Ball ‘tried to use his contact with with Charles to influence George Carey’, who was Archbishop of Canterbury at the time. I’m not sure that Ball will have needed to do that, George Carey used to be the Bishop of Bath and Wells and Somerset had one ‘dirty vicar’ known to me who molested the Brownies and Guides and another vicar who married a girl of about nineteen when he was nearly 50, who violently assaulted the kids in the local primary school and then nicked the money from the Church. Neither of them faced charges and ‘Bishop George’ – as Brown’s mum used to respectfully call him – did bugger all. All we ever heard about Bishop George were his fund-raising schemes such as the offer for the bereaved to sponsor a pipe of the organ in Wells Cathedral in memory of their loved one. Those pipes came at a very high price and it always sounded like a bit of a con to me.
Now that the paedophiles’ friends have bumped Brown’s dad off, I’ll reveal a state secret. When Col Brown organised HM Lilibet’s Silver Jubilee Celebrations in Bristol – for which Lilibet gave him an OBE – Col Brown wrote to the Palace to ask what to do about providing a bog for Lilibet, only not using that expression obviously. He received a letter back telling him that Lilibet ‘will not need to retire’. How Lilibet knew that she wouldn’t need to go for a piddle I do not know. Perhaps she’s had her pelvic floor tightened by Professor Stuart Stanton at St George’s Hospital Medical School, although she might not have risked going under his knife – his junior doctors all used to observe ‘God, I wouldn’t let him operate on me’.
I recommend that readers visit the Compton Verney website in order to see photos of the landscaped gardens (they were designed by Capability Brown no less) and the treasures that pack Bluglass’s house of ill-gotten gains. Meanwhile, here’s the spiel encouraging interested parties to join in the crime spree:
Let’s all join in a chorus of ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there laughing’…
What a bunch of dickwits, even if they are serious criminals of dickwits.
Robert Bluglass is not the only paedophiles’ friend – indeed even Dafydd’s friend – who has an interest in art. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon, who’s son Thomas died of HIV/AIDS but before that was known to be abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales, was, among all his many other public positions (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Chairman of Gwasg Gregynog Press, 1978-91; President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57; a Trustee of the National Portrait Gallery, 1955-88 and a member of the Royal Commission on Historical Manuscripts, 1966-93. It was Lord Kenyon who was credited with transforming the National Portrait Gallery from a small specialist museum into ‘one of the great national galleries’.
Previous posts have noted how many paedophiles’ friends have been involved with the Arts Council of Great Britain. Harold Wilson’s friend and crooked solicitor Lord Arnold Goodman was Chair of the Arts Council, 1965-72 and had a symbiotic relationship with Jennie Lee, Nye Bevan’s widow, who was Minister of Arts, 1964-70, under Harold Wilson (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Goodman was succeeded by Lord Patrick Gibson who was Chair of the Arts Council, 1972-77. Gibson was the paedophiles’ friend who knew that the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were being contained in low paid seasonal jobs at Penrhyn Castle (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Sir Kenneth Robinson was Chairman, 1977-82. Robinson did Dafydd and the paedophiles a great many favours when Robinson was Health Minister, 1964-68 under Wilson and then again in his capacity as the President of the National Institute for Mental Health (MIND) (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Sir William Rees-Mogg was Chairman of the Arts Council, 1982-89. Mystic Mogg was a political appointment of Thatcher’s – he was a Tory, the former Editor of ‘The Times’, 1967-81 and a BBC Governor. He was also Chairman of the publishers Pickering and Chatto and a columnist for The Indie and the ‘Daily Mail’. Mystic Mogg stated in his memoirs in 2011 that Murdoch had been excellent for ‘The Times’ and for Fleet Street.
In April 1986, ‘The Times’ reported the case of Ceryl Wyn Davies, the Gwynedd Headmaster who was imprisoned for abusing his pupils, after being allowed to return to teaching in spite of a previous prison sentence for abusing his pupils (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). ‘The Times’ had reported on a scandal involving the serious neglect of Dafydd’s patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh some 20 yrs previously, but remained silent about north Wales abuse horrors from 1986 onward. Rupert Murdoch bought ‘The Times’ in 1981 and Sir Simon Jenkins, who has a home in Gwynedd, was Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92 (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Simon must have missed that police investigation and all those deaths…
Rees-Mogg had a house in Somerset but spent most of his time in London, although he waved his Somerset credentials about a lot. He was High Sheriff of Somerset, 1975-78, so he would have known Brown’s father, who was Deputy Lieutenant at about the same time.
Mystic Mogg was of course the father of Jacob. When I was at school, Jacob featured in the ‘Western Daily Press’ and when he was about 10 yrs old he was promoted as a child prodigy with regard to his investments on the stock market. The ‘Western Daily Press’ was a sort of west country version of ‘The Sun’, a right wing newspaper which contained a lot of sex stories, although not pics of topless teenagers. The ‘Western Daily Press’ caught a whiff of sex everywhere, even when reporting serious harm or death. One memorable headline was ‘It’s Sex On Top Of The Cliff, Then Over We Go’, which was a report about quite a dangerous accident.
The ‘Western Daily Press’ also really maxed out on Diana Dors because she was from Swindon, but they had to keep remembering not to mention that her friends were gangsters and armed robbers. I think that Dors and her mates hung out at the Webbington Country Club near Bristol, which was viewed as a sort of Sodom and Gomorrah, the scene of gun fights and a venue for prostitution. The ‘Western Daily Press’ did manage to report it when Dors’ husband the actor Alan Lake was found shot dead. Lake’s death was always attributed to suicide but now I have a greater understanding of the circles in which he and Dors moved, I am wondering if questions were deliberately not asked about that death. As a young man, Lake went to prison after a particularly vicious pub brawl, which resulted in his mate Leapy Lee receiving an even longer sentence than Lake because he stabbed the pub’s relief manager. Leapy Lee was a rather lame pop singer who’s only hit was with the song ‘Little Arrows’. It would be a bit like Peter Noone of Herman’s Hermits being banged up for stabbing someone.
One of the Hergest Unit patients who derived such entertainment from Dafydd used to chunder on in a Dafydd-voice about Dafydd listening to Herman’s Hermits records. The joke arose from an incident in which Dafydd had tried to get down with the kids – the man in question had been sectioned and was telling Dafydd that he had gone up into the mountains and ‘I ate some grass’. To which Dafydd responded ‘do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’ and the Hergest patient said ‘no, grass’. So Dafydd asked ‘why were ewe eating grass?’ The Hergest patient replied ‘because I was thirsty’. Dafydd diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia. I had no idea at the time that Dafydd’s gang were selling disadvantaged kids and young people to rock stars for sex, I just used to roll around laughing at Dafydd’s idea of the counter-culture. Who knows, perhaps Herman and his Hermits were buying underaged boys off Dafydd, along with everyone else.
‘There’s a Kind of Hush All Over the World’
One track by Herman’s Hermits was ‘You Won’t Be Leaving’.
After coming out of prison, Alan Lake had a serious riding accident which nearly paralysed him and then he became an alcoholic and experienced psychotic episodes. He was treated by a Top Doctor, but I don’t know who. Lake became seriously depressed after Dors’ died and in Oct 1984 he was found dead having been shot in the head after taking his son to the railway station. His body was found in his son’s bedroom.
Lake played parts in the TV programmes ‘The Underworld’, ‘Locate And Destroy’, ‘Dixon Of Dock Green’, ‘Crown Court’, ‘Angels’, ‘No Hiding Place’, ‘Paint Me A Murder’ and ‘Hart To Hart’. His films included ‘Catch Us If You Can’.
Mystic Mogg’s daughter Annunziata stood unsuccessfully for a Somerset constituency for the Tories in the 2010 General Election and caused much mirth by calling herself ‘Nancy Mogg’ for electioneering purposes. Not that it fooled anyone.
In 1989 Lord Peter Palumbo succeeded Mystic Mogg as Chairman of the Arts Council and remained in post until 1993. Tory peer Palumbo is the son of Randolph Palumbo, himself a major property developer. Peter Palumbo was educated at Eton and then studied at Worcester College, Oxford. In 1972 Palumbo bought Farnsworth House in the US, expanded and improved the house by adding furniture of the man who designed the house and by purchasing adjacent properties and placing in them the work of eminent sculptors. Palumbo sold the property at auction to the National Trust for historic preservation in 2003. Palumbo also owns other swish properties in the US and for a time owned a Le Corbusier in Paris. In 1994 Palumbo demolished the Mappin & Webb building in the City of London and replaced it with a building designed by Sir James Stirling, which was opened by the Governor of the Bank of England, Eddie George.
Palumbo was a Trustee of the Tate, 1978-85 and Chairman of its foundation, 1986-87. He served as a Trustee for the Whitechapel Art Gallery and of the Natural History Museum. He was Chairman of the Serpentine Gallery’s Board of Trustees. He was also the Chancellor of the University of Portsmouth and the Chairman of the Friends of Highgate Cemetery. He has been on the Board of Trustees of The Architecture Foundation. Palumbo is or was Chairman of the jury of the Pritzker Prize for Architecture.
Palumbo led the fundraising effort to resurrect and refurbish the Church of St Stephen Walbrook in London, a building by Sir Christopher Wren. Henry Moore was commissioned by Palumbo to build a stone altar for the church. The former rector of St Stephen Walbrook and founder of the Samaritans, Dr Chad Varah, was the family chaplain.
There were considerable problems in Bangor after the Samaritans refused to help suicidal people if they were mental health patients because the Samaritans ‘weren’t trained’ and ‘people like that often kill themselves anyway’. What made it worse was that the Hergest Unit were refusing to treat many mental health patients and would simply give them the phone number of the Samaritans and then call the police to throw them out of the hospital.
Palumbo was a polo team mate of Prince Charles and the two were close until 1984 when Charles publicly criticised some of Palumbo’s architecture. Palumbo nevertheless still became godfather to Princess Beatrice.
Palumbo was created a life peer by Thatch in Feb 1991 – the same month as Peter Morrison was knighted!
Palumbo’s eldest son is Jamie Palumbo who in 2017 had an estimated fortune of £350 million. He was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. From 1984-92, Palumbo worked for Merrill Lynch and Morgan Grenfell.
In Sept 1991 Jamie Palumbo, together with his school friend Humphrey Waterhouse and DJ Justin Berkmann, founded the Ministry of Sound nightclub in South London. Initially Palumbo lost control of the club to drug dealers and a fight to regain control ensued. One wonders to what extent Jamie Palumbo ‘regained control’. Ministry of Sound has expanded into a number of areas including recorded music, live events, digital media and merchandise. Ministry of Sound Recordings is the largest independent music company in the world. In 2016 Palumbo sold Ministry of Sound Recordings to the Sony Music Group for $104 million.
It was the Sony subsidiary Epic which gave the Super Furry Animals such a generous recording deal (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). The leading light in the Super Furries was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile ring made merry within the Council’s children’s homes.
In 1994 Palumbo launched legal proceedings against his father with his sister, claiming that his father had mismanaged the family trust and subsequently his father resigned as a trustee. In 2010 new proceedings were launched relating to another family trust, his father also resigned from this trust and paid legal fees. I hate to think what Jamie will do when his dad dies, the notion of ‘where’s a will there’s a relative’ will be taken to a whole new level.
Jamie Palumbo is a major donor to the Lib Dems and in Oct 2013 received a peerage.
In 1993 Alexander Ruthven, Earl Gowrie aka Grey Gowrie, became Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain. Grey Gowrie’s grandfather was Governor General of Australia and Gowrie was educated at Eton, Balliol College and Harvard.
Grey Gowrie succeeded to the earldom of Gowrie on the death of his grandfather on 2 May 1955; at the same time he succeeded as 2nd Viscount Ruthven of Canberra and 2nd Baron Gowrie of Canberra and of Dirleton (East Lothian). In 1956, he further succeeded his great-uncle the 10th Lord Ruthven of Freeland as 3rd Baron Ruthven of Gowrie.
Lord Gowrie inherited his estate in County Kildare from his great-aunt Sheelagh Blacker in 1967 and later sold it to Tony O’Reilly, to whom he also sold his Dublin home on Fitzwilliam Square. Sir Anthony O’Reilly is the billionaire Irish former businessman and international rugby union player. O Reilly led the Independent News & Media Group, 1973-09 and is the former CEO and Chairman of the H.J. Heinz Company. He was the leading shareholder of Waterford Wedgwood.
Gowrie lived partly in Ireland until 1983 and then moved to the marches region of Wales, while also maintaining a London residence for much of the period.
Grey Gowrie joined the Tory frontbench under Ted Heath in 1972 as a Whip and remained in position until 1974. He served under Thatcher as Minister of State for Employment, 1979-81 and as Minister of State for N Ireland, 1981-83. So Gowrie served in Thatcher’s Gov’t with Peter Morrison and would have been party to what had gone on at the Kincora Boys’ Home. Thatch then appointed Gowrie as Minister for the Arts, 1983-85. He was also Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster between 1984-85. Despite being offered the post of Secretary of State for Education and Science, Gowrie resigned from the Cabinet in 1985, stating that it was impossible for him to live in London on the salary provided for the post. Grey Gowrie is very rich and very posh, so ‘Private Eye’ made much of Gowrie’s low wages as a Cabinet Minister and there was comment about the need to stop the priceless work of art that was The Gowrie from leaving Britain.
Grey Gowrie was also Chairman of Sotheby’s, 1985–1994.
The Arts Council of Great Britain was divided in 1994 to form the Arts Council of England, Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales. At the same time the National Lottery was established and the Arts Council of England became one of the distribution bodies, thus The Gowrie was responsible for dishing out the dosh. The National Lottery was of course Thatcher’s big idea – Thatch maintained that it would provide an opportunity for the creation of more millionaires. If the old cow was still alive I’d remind her that it is quite difficult to make a living by gambling – even George Carman had to use his income as a corrupt barrister to subsidise his huge gaming debts – and contrary to the advert assuring us that it ‘could be you’, it was most unlikely to be. It’s called statistical probability, Thatch would have done well to have acquainted herself with the notion. However there have been a number of scandals when it has been revealed that Lottery money has been used for certain minority interests including gay and lesbian groups, some of which have not been what they pretended to be. The National Lottery looks kindly upon ‘mental health support groups’ and the like as well.
Now why would a filthy rich, multiply titled connoisseur of fine art and paedophiles’ friend like The Gowrie have been interested in causes like that? The Chairman of Sotheby’s was not going to be found sitting in the MIND ‘drop in’ in Bangor, being told that there was ‘nothing they could do’ when distressed Empowered Service Users recounted tales of serious crime on the part of the mental health services and others. There was someone who was banned from the Bangor MIND drop in – it was the Hergest patient who was a fine art graduate and who used to bang on about the World of Art and the filthy lucre and sexploitation involved. But Helen Milne, the inadequate, lame servant of Dafydd’s who ran the drop in, only banned him AFTER he’d given the lecture on art and the free lessons for the Empowered Service Users.
Helen’s colleague Alison Greenaway was the Bangor MIND co-ordinator for donkey’s years – then Alison trained as a psychiatric social worker and made her loyalties quite clear, as patients were found dead and went to prison – she didn’t say a word (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). Alison felt the call of social work at about the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry.
Meanwhile Helen Milne also led Bangor Rape Crisis.
It was an absolutely joke, there was not one ‘helping agency’ in north Wales that Dafydd and the paedophiles did not control. It seems that they even had The Gowrie in their pocket.
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:
Alexander Patrick Greysteil Hore-Ruthven, 2nd Earl of Gowrie:
Now if Wingett’s the auctioneers near Wrexham had been involved in channelling dosh to the paedophiles’ friends, it would not surprise me. This is the Chairman of Sotheby’s that we are talking about.
The Gowrie lectured at Harvard and UCL and was Provost of the Royal College of Art. He is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. Together with Rowan Williams and Sir Daniel Day-Lewis, he is a Patron of the ‘Wilfred Owen Association’. In terms of the subject matter of my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’, The Gowrie is a substantial part. The Gowrie was a founding Director of the British Friends of the National Gallery of Ireland.
In the summer of 1999, having been diagnosed with a serious heart condition, The Gowrie checked into Harefield Hospital and, after a heart transplant and a long recovery, left hospital in 2000. He became friends with his principal surgeon, Sir Magdi Yacoub and now Chairs the institute named for him.
Magdi Yacoub worked with Dame Julia Polak, the person who was alleged to have been the most unscrupulous liar and fraudster at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was there in 1986-87. Some years later Polak and Yacoub claimed to have performed a life-saving medical miracle on Polak herself and then founded a research institute on the basis of that miracle. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ explains why I suspect that this was the most audacious of all Polak’s alleged research frauds.
In 2003 The Gowrie was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. In Jan 2009, The Gowrie accepted Farad Azima’s invitation to Chair the Advisory Board of the Iran Heritage Foundation.
The Gowrie’s first wife was Alexandra Bingley, daughter of Colonel Robert Bingley. I’ve done a bit of digging to try and find out if Robert Bingley is any relation of the Bingley clan who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many years but surprise, surprise, the info doesn’t seem to be available.
The Arts Council dates back to the 1940s. In 1940, the Council for the Encouragement of Music and the Arts (CEMA), was appointed to help promote and maintain British culture. The Council was Gov’t funded and after WWII was renamed the Arts Council of Great Britain.
A Royal Charter was granted on 9 Aug 1946, followed by another in 1967. The latter provided for functions in Scotland and Wales to be conducted by two almost autonomous committees known as the Scottish and Welsh Arts Councils – the basis for today’s Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales.
The Council’s first Chairman was John Maynard Keynes who used his influence in Gov’t to secure a high level of funding, despite Britain’s severe economic problems following WWII. The majority of this funding was directed to organisations with which Keynes had close ties such as the Royal Opera House and was restricted to Central London. Keynes used his political influence to ensure that the Arts Council reported directly to the Treasury, establishing the principle of an ‘arms length’ relationship between UK Arts policy and the Gov’t of the day.
After Keynes’ death, Gov’t funding was reduced, but the Arts Council received wide recognition for its contribution to the Festival of Britain thanks to the new Chairman Kenneth Clark. Kenneth Clark was the father of the odious sexual predator, the Tory MP Alan Clark. Alan Clark was constantly constructed as a bit of a character – he was actually someone who had sex with anything that moved, including non-consenting people who were below 16 yrs old. Clark regularly exposed himself to school girls and would follow young women around London whom he’d seen on public transport and had taken a shine to. Clark was a junior Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t in the Depts of Employment, Trade and Defence. He worked at the Dept of Employment with Ken Clarke and Ken Clarke’s autobiography alleges that Alan Clark rarely made it into work and spent most of his time drunk. Alan Clark wrote about the quality of the ‘globes’ of the young women whom he saw on trains and remarked upon Thatch’s ‘very pretty ankles’. Which caused Ian Hislop to remark that Thatcher’s globes obviously weren’t worth a comment.
It really is quite unbelievable that someone allowed this lot to run a country.
Art works commissioned by the Council for the Festival of Britain were retained to form the basis of the Arts Council Collection.
Under Wilson’s Gov’t of 1964-70, it is said that the Arts Council enjoyed a ‘golden age’, thanks to the close relationship between paedophiles’ friends Chairman Arnold Goodman and the Arts Minister Jennie Lee. This period saw the Arts Council establish a network of arts organisations across the country and a programme of touring exhibitions and performances.
During the 1970s and 1980s the Arts Council came under attack for being elitist and politically biased, in particular from Tebbit. It is clear from the Arts Council Chairs appointed by Thatcher that under the Tories it did not become less elitist or less politically biased in any way – instead of being run by paedophiles’ friends of a left wing bent, it was run by very rich paedophiles’ friends who were Tories. The Gov’t grant to the Council was capped, the idea being that the shortfall would be made up by increased sponsorship from the private sector.
The Secretary-General of the Arts Council from 1975–83 was Roy Shaw, the last Secretary-General to be knighted. Presumably after 1983, Lilibet had her hands full dishing the knighthoods out to Peter Morrison, Jimmy Savile and their ilk. Shaw faced the ‘difficult task’ of reconciling ‘the needs’ of arts organisations with the restricted funding. Mystic Mogg proposed slimming down the Council’s responsibilities. This led to a series of clashes with leading luvvies such as Peter Hall, who resigned from the Arts Council in protest. In 1987 the restructure inspired by Mystic Mogg cut by half the number of organisations receiving Arts Council funding. During the same period, the Arts Council began ‘encouraging a greater level of corporate sponsorship for the arts’, which I think means that Charles Saatchi was allowed to call the shots. Hence the elevation of Tracey Emin’s NHS-style disgusting bed and her ‘everyone whom I have ever shagged’ tent to the status of works of art.
Charles Saatchi became famous all over again in 2013, after he was photographed with his hands around the neck of his wife, Nigella Lawson, the daughter of former Chancellor Nigel Lawson. Charles maintained that it was a ‘playful tiff’. An acrimonious divorce followed with allegations and counter-allegations of unpleasant behaviour on the part of Saatchi and coke snorting on the part of Nigella. When Nigella Lawson was at Oxford, she was involved with the Dangerous Sports Club, a bunch of Top Tossers who routinely did some very dangerous and frequently unlawful things but who never faced many consequences.
A leading light in the Dangerous Sports Club was Tommy Leigh-Pemberton, the son of the Robin Leigh-Pemberton, the Governor of the Bank of England, 1983-93 . Tommy Leigh-Pemberton died in what is always described as a ‘tragic accident’, the details of which were not made public. I know the details. Tommy Leigh-Pemberton was shot dead, deliberately, by someone whom he had really pissed off. Leigh-Pemberton was a twat of the highest order and there was nothing that he liked more than driving dangerously, at speed, through built-up areas. He was living in Kenya and it was known that the staff of one of the embassies in Nairobi were trigger happy and that if someone drove past at speed, potshots would be taken at them. So the wanker Tommy and his mates dared each other to drive past and elicit the bullets. Which they did, repeatedly. Until one of the bullets hit Leigh-Pemberton and killed him. The truth behind Leigh-Pemberton’s death did not appear in any media report.
Leigh-Pemberton and his mates revelled in doing anything, anything at all, knowing that their Top Tory parents would get them off the hook, no matter how dangerous or illegal it had been.
The founder of the Dangerous Sports Club was David Kirke – although that was not his real name – who lied and swindled his way around the world’s best hotels, spinning a yarn about being an Oxford Professor. After many years of fraud and deception, the world finally caught up with David Kirke in the early 1990s and he was imprisoned. His defence team stated that he was a ‘Walter Mitty’ character and was manic to boot. He wasn’t, he was a conman who targeted people whom he knew would be impressed with fuckwittery and a plummy accent. Graham Chapman of Monty Python was associated with the Dangerous Sports Club, as a consequence of Kirke wanting to ingratiate himself to someone affluent and famous to gain, as Kirke himself said, ‘some crumbs from the rich man’s table’.
Nigella’s association with the crook Kirke and his friends was never publicised. But then no-one mentioned that her father’s constituency was in Leicestershire, in the area of the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal with the associated serious criminality.
Now Nigella! Who ordered Kirke to contact people who knew me from years previously and pay them all that money to ensure that if – or indeed when – I was found dead, or was imprisoned, that a pack of lies would be told about me, by people ‘who really knew what she was like’? Because someone gave them a great deal of money, whilst I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Thousands and thousands of pounds, two Range Rovers were purchased, a country house, it was incredible. Furthermore Nigella, how did your daddy and his mates ensure that no-one went to prison when the man whom you paid to collaborate with you regarding my allegations re Dafydd and the paedophiles KILLED that young Bulgarian student? The whole of Somerset wanted to know why it was only a manslaughter charge, not murder and why the judge ordered them to be acquitted. Bristol Crown Court, 2004. What was going on exactly?
I think that the Angels of north Wales are going to have to give many more interviews about being attacked by Dangerous Patients to get out of this one. We’ll need a few more cures for cancer as well. And a ‘Save The NHS March’ through central London.
Robin Leigh-Pemberton was given a peerage – in 1992. Once those five other witnesses had been safely killed by that firebomb and once my career had been wrecked and the career of my friend who had been planning to make a documentary about north Wales.
Leigh-Pemberton is dead, as is Thatch who appointed him as Governor of the Bank of England. But the man who gave him a peerage is alive and kicking and has questions to answer.
Sir John Major
Here’s a close pal of some murdering bastards, at a photo shoot at Selfridge’s no less. Probably after a visit to the hairdresser and a quick snort. She needs to look her best! Not that Nigel Lawson would ever have allowed his own kids within a mile of Dafydd – it was other people’s children whom he preyed on. Particularly when there was an election to be won.
As for all that modern art that Charles Saatchi purchased, I cannot help but wonder if someone was having a laugh at his expense. Perhaps someone who knew that the World of Art was crawling with rich abusive people and fancied making it a laughing stock? Hence Viz magazine’s awards for the best modern art spotted on Newcastle-Upon-Tyne bus shelters – the prize winner was 14 yr old Jason with his piece of graffiti ‘My Penis Smells of Apples’. Had Jason been blonde and pretty, no doubt ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’ would have found its way into Saatchi’s Chelsea gallery.
My post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ mentioned the art student turned Hergest Unit patient who told me that if he wanted, he could take the art world by storm with his construction ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ in return for selling his bottom to the Big Beasts. I doubt that he could have at that point because he was in his 40s and had suffered from the ravages of Dafydd’s ‘help’, but when he was young I think it highly likely that his plan would have worked. This man supplied me with the names of many of the Great n Good, whom he assured me survived on a diet of cocaine, champagne and underaged kids. The names that I was given included Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud and David Hockney. The Hergest staff were far too bigoted to listen to a word that this man said, but I did and the reason why he was illegally imprisoned by Dafydd many years previously was that he objected to a North Wales Police Sergeant appearing at his side when he was in the loo and naked, after he had been fitted up for drugs offences. His objection to the police officer was met with a punch in the face, imprisonment in Risley Remand Centre and a lifetime in the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends.
Ella Fisk, an Angel who worked at the Hergest Unit, once told me that I was ‘so much more intelligent’ than this man. No I was not, he did have a brain but it had been completely scrambled, initially by psychedelic drugs, but then it had then been finished off by the ‘medication’ that he was assured was absolutely necessary. I knew what he was being given – he didn’t because he knew bugger all about pharmacology – and I knew exactly what it was doing to him…Despite the best efforts of the paedophiles’ friends, some of his memories were crystal clear – of Denbigh, of Risley Remand Centre, of the rock scene in the 60s and 70s and of the art world. Dafydd knew what that man had witnessed and a decision was taken to ensure that – like everyone else who could name people in High Society who had done things that they shouldn’t have – this man disappeared in the criminal justice and mental health system of north Wales.
Mr Murdoch – there is more than one ageing Empowered Service User in north Wales who has named your wife’s ex as being part of a very sordid scene when he was younger. Before he was Sirred and sent his kids to Eton.
The Arts Council England’s website tells us that ‘We invest public money to make great art that has an impact on everyone’s lives’. It’s certainly had an impact on mine, they bankrolled the friends of a gang of sex traffickers who tried to kill me.
One of the websites ‘telling the story’ of the Arts Council features a splendid picture of Judi Dench and Ian McKellen doing their Shakespearean bit. Dame Judi is of course Robert Bluglass’s old mucker and Sir Ian is the man who campaigned long and hard to have gay people accepted into public life and polite society. I don’t have a problem with that, but an archive clip of an interview with Sir Ian on this subject shows him naming Michael Barrymore as a high profile Funnyman who to Sir Ian’s delighht had by then been taken into the nation’s hearts. Sir Ian gave that interview before a sexually injured corpse was found in Barrymore’s swimming pool, a sexually injured corpse who’s presence in that pool has never been explained.
I know nuzzing…
Sir Ian only came out as gay in 1988, but his orientation was well-known in the acting world long before then. Sir Ian Bravely Spoke Out against Section 28, the insanity dreamt up by Thatcher’s Gov’t to prevent local authorities from ‘promoting homosexuality’ whilst kids in care in north Wales were imprisoned or killed lest anyone be in a position to testify that her mate Peter Morrison was abusing them. Section 28 was enacted in May 1988, which was after Alison Taylor and I had refused to keep quiet about Dafydd and the paedophiles and after Mary Wynch had done battle in court with them. So how about a grand gesture from a Gov’t of hypocrites who were knowingly colluding with the trafficking of kids in care for both heterosexual and homosexual tastes?
It was Jill Knight – now Baroness Knight – who introduced Section 28. Knight had some quaint ideas about gays – she was on record as stating that they were good with antiques – but she didn’t think that they should be promoted or indeed allowed to be parents. More importantly, Jill Knight was for years a member of the Monday Club, which was heaving with Tories who were concealing the abuse of children and contained a number who were actually abusing kids themselves. Jill was MP for Birmingham Edgbaston, 1966-97. Jill, having spent more than 30 years living cheek by jowl with the corrupt professionals who oiled the wheels of Dafydd’s trafficking gang and sent kids in care into his arms, I presume that you are well-acquainted with a man called Robert Bluglass, who virtually ran the NHS in Birmingham.
Sir Ian stated that he had to Do Something About Section 28, even if it ruined his career. Of course it did not ruin his career – everyone already knew that he was gay – in fact it did his career a great deal of good, he was hailed a Champ of the Oppressed. Which could have been very useful if there had been any service users knocking around who might have remembered Sir Ian or his mates utilising the services provided by Dafydd and Lucille.
In 2010 Sir Ian featured in TV adverts to support Age UK, which was formed from the merger of Age Concern and Help the Aged – Sir Ian gave his time free of charge. Paedophiles’ friend Margaret Hanson, the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, was formerly the Chief Exec of Age Concern in North East Wales. Before that, Margaret was a children’s and family social worker and a Councillor in Cheshire. Whilst Dafydd’s paedophile gang operated in that county. Margaret’s husband David Hanson is the Labour MP for Delyn and the former PPS To Tony Blair.
Sir Ian’s former partner is Sean Mathias, a theatre and film director. Sean Mathias is described as being ‘Welsh-born’ – whether he is any relation of William Mathias, the esteemed late Welsh composer who was Prof of Music at UCNW for many years as well as a paid-up paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), I don’t know.
Sir Ian was knighted in the New Years Honours 1991 – just like Sir Peter Morrison!
Sir Ian at Manchester Pride 2010:
The Ass-headed Bottom:
Sir Roy Shaw – the Secretary General of the Arts Council, 1975-83 – also sat on Harold Wilson’s OU planning committee, along with a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’).
Shaw grew up in considerable hardship in Sheffield, but his schooling was terminated early as a result of Crohn’s disease. He left school young, worked first in a butcher’s shop and then at the ‘Sheffield Telegraph’ and for Sheffield Library. Shaw gained a place at the Quaker college at Woodbrooke, Birmingham, for a pre-university course in 1941. Previous posts have mentioned the involvement of a number of Quakers in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Shaw later went to Manchester University, graduating in 1946.
While at Manchester University Sir Roy was an editor of the journal, ‘Humanitas’, along with Herbert McCabe, who later became a Dominican priest. In 1946, Shaw married Gwenyth Baron. They had seven children, including the Sussex University sociologist Professor Martin Shaw and the journalist Phil Shaw. Martin Shaw is a member of the Labour Party, a former International Socialist and was active in E.N.D. and other leftist groups.
In 1946, Sir Roy Shaw was appointed a tutor for the WEA in the East Riding of Yorkshire. In 1947, Shaw became a Lecturer in the Department of Extra-Mural Studies at the University of Leeds and in 1958 he was appointed Director of the Leeds University Adult Education Centre in Bradford. Shaw organised art exhibitions, concerts, and visits by theatre and opera groups.
There was organised sex offending in the Leeds and Bradford areas as well as in the wider Yorkshire region as long the late 1940s – the situation was considerably inflamed by Jimmy Savile just a few years later. People involved in adult education/sociology/community studies will have known about it.
In 1962 Shaw was appointed Head of Adult Education at the University of Keele, which had a long running problem with paedophiles and those who protected them working there. Keele gave Shaw a Chair in 1967. While at Keele Shaw became a BBC Governor and a Governor of the British Film Institute and it was at that time that he became involved in the foundation of the OU.
Shaw was the theatre critic of ‘The Tablet’, 1990-2000. He remained concerned with political issues, for example visiting Israel in 1994 to press for the release of the nuclear whistle-blower Mordechai Vanunu. In 2006, at the age of 88, Shaw Chaired the Celebrating Age festival in Brighton and Hove.
Shaw converted to Catholicism in 1955, but left the RC Church in the late 1960s and returned in the 1970s.
Shaw’s Indie obituary states that ‘he built Keele University’s outreach work in the Potteries and the surrounding villages’, that ‘he also became a national figure in the movement for second-chance education’ and that ‘he championed theatre in the round at the Victoria Theatre in Stoke-on-Trent, and loved music hall and comedians (especially Ken Dodd) as much as the classics’.
A long standing network of abusers targeting children in care with the usual knock-on effect on the mental health services/NHS existed in the Staffordshire area and my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’ details Ken Dodd’s links with those involved in the abuse of vulnerable people, including in north Wales.
Shaw also had dealings with Ruskin College, which educated many future Labour MPs (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). In the mid-1960s, Matt Arnold taught at Ruskin and Peter Howarth was a student of his. Arnold later became the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn when it bloomed into a major centre of paedophile activity and Howarth was one of the few who did actually end up going to prison for abusing boys there. Arnold and Howarth had previously worked together at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where the boys had been abused…
Shaw had a ‘passionate conviction’ that funding the arts was the state’s job – not that of private benefactors or commercial sponsors. At Shaw’s retirement party in 1983 he asked the then Arts Minister The Gowrie whether he had read the paper Shaw prepared on developing wider access to the arts, which The Gowrie had not even acknowledged. The Gowrie replied ‘Oh, yes, but my main concern is to foster the growth of business sponsorship.’
So it was either state-funded sexual exploitation or sexual exploitation funded by corporate sponsorship. It was a win-win situation for Dafydd et al. What nobody would do was expose what was going on. Shaw’s obituary in the Torygraph illustrates the difficulties that anyone alleging the existence of organised Naughtiness In High Places will face:
‘[Shaw’s] showed his wide browsing on the matter — he was able to pose such questions as “Did Orson Welles read Bertrand Russell?” — and it also contained attacks on such Conservative enemies as Kingsley Amis, Alistair McAlpine and Norman St John-Stevas. Shaw had once been on first-name terms with St John-Stevas but, following the latter’s appointment as Arts Minister, was riled when he found himself required to address him as “Minister” and gratefully wait for meetings “like a papal audience”….Margaret Thatcher was keen that sponsorship should play as great a role as subsidy, and the Arts Council often struggled to justify its own existence. Yet the forces within it were frequently so politically opposed that there was little coherence in policy, and attempts to compensate for Conservative policies resulted sometimes in support for wildly self-indulgent work.
Shaw was sentimental about the arts and the status the Arts Council gave him. “Who can deny,” he wrote, “that to sit in a box at the Royal Opera is a delightful experience — diminished only by twinges of regret that so many of the people one had lived with in the North or the Midlands could not share the delight? Who could fail to be excited by those glamorous annual theatrical dinners and lunches where you saw most of the famous actors you could think of — and talked to several you knew personally?”
Literature, Shaw conceded, was “a problem area”. More specifically, he disliked the Director of Literature, Charles Osborne. “I felt it my duty to try and persuade him to resign and devote himself more fully to the writing and broadcasting from which I had the impression he earned almost as much as his Council salary.”
Reviewing ‘The Arts and the People’, Osborne hit back: “Of the four Secretaries General with whom I worked, he was the only one who tended to wave his politics about like an offensive weapon. If one stood up to his hectoring manner, he could be quite genial. If one did not have the temperament to defend oneself, he could behave like the worst kind of bully.”
Shaw angrily denied that he was Left-wing and obsessed with adult education. He pointed to the occasions when he had advocated the withdrawal of grants to various Left-wing theatre groups. None the less, as Secretary General, he gave his support to the cause of North-West Spanner, a Left-wing alternative theatre company that had its grant removed at the behest of a Right-wing local councillor in 1977.
The resulting furore brought together a coalition of actors, theatre groups and leading intellectuals, who complained of political censorship and succeeded in having the money restored. In a way, it was the political theatre’s only tangible victory of the decade; but it was also a caricature of militant aims.
They had won the right to be employed by their avowed enemies, thus arguing the case for a system they were wholly opposed to. Subsequently, some of Spanner’s actors researched a play set in a hospital and so enjoyed the experience of real work that they became hospital porters…
He also turned his mind to policies for the arts and became an unpaid adviser to Jenny Lee, who, under Wilson, was Britain’s first Arts Minister. When the Conservatives were returned to power, Jenny Lee was replaced by Lord Eccles, who retained Shaw and appointed him an unpaid member of the Arts Council in 1972. Three years later Shaw was appointed Secretary General. ‘Private Eye’ noted the appointment of a “provincial academic” to an “Establishment” position.’
It will not have been a coincidence that Shaw, the ‘provincial academic’ was appointed to an ‘establishment’ position. He was a provincial academic who had spent years working in a region that was the hub of organised sex abuse and had worked in the institutions and settings in which that abuse was a substantial problem. Every Gov’t was concealing the same criminality as it snowballed – Shaw will have proved useful to all of them.
Lord Eccles was the Arts Minister, 1970-73, under Ted Heath. Lord Jack Donaldson succeeded Eccles as Arts Minister and remained there throughout Wilson’s and then Callaghan’s administrations. Jack Donaldson is described as, among other things, a ‘prison reformer’ and an ‘Approved School manager’. Abuse of children in Approved Schools was endemic and I don’t think that Jack was very effective where reforming prisons was concerned. Donaldson was a junior Minister at the N Ireland Office, 1974-76, so he’ll also have been in on the shagfest that was the Kincora Boys’ Home and the lengths that everyone went to in order to conceal that. Donaldson was Chairman of the National Consumer Council, 1968-71. He left the Labour Party to join Dr Death and the gang in 1981.
Donaldson was succeeded as Arts Minister by Norman St John Stevas, (1979-81), who was indulging in the very same activities with under-aged boys as Sir Peter Morrison. St John Stevas was succeeded by Paul Channon, 1981-83, (see post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’), who was succeeded by Earl Gowrie, 1983-85, who was succeeded by Richard Luce, 1985-90, (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), who was succeeded by David Mellor, 1989-90 – who had previously worked in the Home Office and the Dept of Health – and so it continued.
Every one of these Arts Ministers had previously held responsibilities in which they had concealed serious organised sexual abuse. Which set them up very nicely for presiding over a Ministerial Dept responsible for theatre, arts and music, areas in which the sexual exploitation of young people was rife.
So organised sexual exploitation was being concealed across the political spectrum, by people involved in the Arts from a range of backgrounds with different notions of what the Arts should be, who they should serve and who should fund them. Most ludicrously, on a broader societal scale, sex offending was being concealed by the nations’s moralists as well as by the sexual liberators. Mary Whitehouse or Sir Ian McKellen? Neither was going to help the victims of Dafydd et al.
I enjoy using the phrase ‘Naughtiness In High Places’ because when Thatcher was in Gov’t, Brown’s brother and I read an old Monty Python book which detailed their spoof general election campaign involving the Silly Party, who’s manifesto was ‘destroying industry, raising unemployment and encouraging naughtiness in high places’. We were reading it just after the Cecil Parkinson scandal broke and Brown’s brother observed that the Tories had managed to implement the Silly Party’s manifesto, which left us rolling around laughing for a very long time. ‘Vote Wisely – Vote Silly. You Know It Makes Nonsense’. At that time, Graham Chapman’s penchant for having sex with under-aged boys was known, but no-one in showbiz mentioned a word… Graham was just gay and a zany Python. It might have helped that John Cleese was very friendly with a number of analysts and Top Docs who were concealing child abuse, some of whom were personally known to Dafydd. The John Cleese who featured in a 1987 party political broadcast for the SDP-Liberal Alliance.
This man was mates with some of those who’s signatures are on documents in my possession, detailing serious criminal activity on their own part:
The Lord Owen
Dr Death knew exactly what was happening and he knew that witnesses were locked up in Risley Remand Centre, the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and high security hospitals. You, Dr Death, need to cough and now. Dr Death’s former place of employment, St Thomas’s Hospital, served as the home of choice for those at the top of the pyramid of people who were ensuring that Dafydd et al never ever were held to account. Why Peter Hennessey gives Dr Death the time of day even when Hennessey trots around the Lords interviewing clapped out old farts who have caused so much damage I cannot imagine.
From 1977-83 Sir Roy Shaw was Visiting Professor at the Centre for Arts, City University London. Shaw died in Brighton, the location of John Allen’s brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the site of the firebombing which killed the five witnesses in April 1992.
The Guardian’s obituary of Shaw provides us with a bit more information regarding the reach of his tentacles and his self-interest:
‘As a member of the British delegation to the first world conference of culture ministers, in Venice in 1970, he greatly impressed Lord (David) Eccles… Preserving the integrity of bodies such as the Royal Shakespeare Company, capable of box-office successes but needing public support for their core work, was a continual concern. Opera brought out even more vividly what was important to Shaw. After he persuaded local government to match Arts Council funding, English National Opera North opened in Leeds with Saint-Saëns’s Samson et Dalila in 1978; since 1981 it has continued as Opera North. On the other hand, in 1990, after he had left the council, he criticised the Royal Opera House in London as “the least accessible arts institution in Britain”…
Again, he met opposition from the more artistically haughty among the staff and council members, and had at first to turn to the Gulbenkian Foundation for funding. However, the highly successful initiative was soon imitated by other arts organisations and the education department became a valued part of the council’s activities.
Shaw became an organising tutor for the North Yorkshire district of the Workers’ Educational Association. Within a year, Sidney Raybould, who was building a formidably committed extra-mural department at Leeds University, offered him a staff tutorship; he stayed for 13 years. The WEA district secretary, Fred Sedgwick, thought Shaw the best tutor in Yorkshire….[Whilst at Keele University] Shaw set up a fine, wide system, made some notable experiments in workers’ education, as with miners’ families in the village of Silverdale, and vigorously encouraged film and related studies.
‘The Guardian’ mentioned that Sir Roy, despite his Catholicism and his long service on ‘The Tablet’, ‘in the new century’, had ‘his faith’ was ‘shaken by events within the Catholic Church and after a brief period of attending Anglican services he finally ceased his lifelong quest and declared himself agnostic.’
I’m wondering if it might have been the tidal wave of allegations of child abuse that emerged from the Catholic Church ‘in the new century’ that shook Shaw’s faith so much, so he got the hell out of there before investigations began, nipped over to join the Anglicans, who then found themselves under fire in exactly the same way. At which point Sir Roy became an agnostic. I’m sure that there’ll be a group of agnostics somewhere abusing kids, Dafydd caters for a great many people, he’s all things to all men, no-one’s left out.
‘The Times’ also paid tribute to Sir Roy when he died: He arrived with a mission to open up the arts to working-class people, one that almost caused a deputation from the art form directors to the then chairman, Lord Gibson, though not for its socialist principles. Shaw had told them that they were too close to their clients, that they operated too much of an old boys’ network and that they needed to be more “clinically detached”. He avoided the threatened confrontation by talking his new colleagues through his intentions, but for some weeks they sported lapel badges reading, “I am clinically detached”.
I notice that Sir Roy borrowed a Top Docs notion. Top Docs are of course supposed to be ‘clinically detached’, it is supposed to protect them from becoming traumatised in the face of their patients’ suffering and it is also supposed to protect patients from things like sexual exploitation. Dafydd and his mates used the concept to dump patients after they had shagged them and then used it as an umbrella for ever after to refuse to answer questions or complaints etc.
Graham Ovenden was born in Hampshire, into a Fabian household and was taught music privately by Albert Ketelbey. He was a student at the Royal College of Music, before taking up painting around 1962. Ovenden was tutored by Lord David Cecil and John Betjeman. He attended the Southampton School of Art and graduated from the Royal College of Art in 1968.
Ovenden moved to Cornwall from Richmond-Upon-Thames in 1973 with painter Annie Ovenden and their family. He bought a cottage on Bodmin Moor with 22 acres of land and began constructing ‘Barley Splatt’, a neo-Gothic building.
Ovenden was a founder of the Brotherhood of Ruralists in 1975, along with Graham Arnold, Ann Arnold, Sir Peter Blake, David Inshaw, Annie Ovenden and Jann Haworth. The Brotherhood is no longer extant, although in 2005 it had a major London exhibition at the Leicester Galleries. Ovenden’s daughter, Emily, is a writer and singer with the Mediaeval Baebes and Pythia.
Ovenden’s nude and semi-nude photographic portraits of young girls were published, as were his photographs of the children’s street culture in London taken in the late 1950s and early 1960s when Ovenden was a teenager. His book ‘Aspects of Lolita‘ contains prints inspired by Vladimir Nabokov’s novel ‘Lolita’. A general monograph of his paintings, drawings, prints and photographs was published. Many other publications also contain his work .Ovenden’s work has also graced the covers of record albums and books. His work is in numerous collections, including the Victoria and Albert Museum, The Tate and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.
In addition, Ovenden has curated numerous exhibitions, many featuring his extensive collection of antiquarian photographs. Ovenden and his work have been the subject of broadcasts and films, including ‘Lolita Unclothed’ for the series ‘World without Walls’ (ITV, Channel 4, 1993), ‘Stop The Week’ (BBC Radio 4, 1989), ‘Curious Houses with Lucinda Lambton’ (BBC-TV, 1987), ‘Bats in the Belfy – Home Sweet Home’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Robinson Country: The Painter’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Figures in a Landscape: The Brotherhood of Ruralists‘ (BBC Radio 3, 1983) and ‘Summer With the Ruralists‘, a film produced and directed by John Read for the BBC (1978–79). In 2000, the British Library funded a formal interview with Ovenden as part of its ‘Oral History of British Photography’ series.
In 1980 Ovenden was prosecuted but found not guilty of fraud pertaining to his involvement in the production of hoax calotypes, purportedly images of Victorian street children by a photographer ‘Francis Hetling’. The images were actually taken by Ovenden’s friend, Howard Grey, and re-photographed and printed by Ovenden. Some of the images had been shown at the National Portrait Gallery.
Ovenden’s work has long been been controversial for its depiction of prepubescent girls. In 1991, as ‘States of Grace’ was being published, a set of proofs and a photograph for the book were seized by U.S. Customs and held for over seven months. In Feb 1992, the U.S. Department of Justice claimed that the work depicted ‘sexually explicit conduct’ and therefore was illegal to import, sell or own. During a court hearing one month later in the United States District Court, Eastern District of New York, a federal prosecutor identified page 54 as containing the sole offending image in the book, a substantial retreat from the initial position.
A hearing before Magistrate Zachary Carter was held on 28 May 1992. The hearing was attended by the subject depicted in the allegedly offending image, who was then 18 years of age, as well as the eminent photo-historian and critic, A.D. Coleman. Both witnesses were prepared to testify and gave written statements. The subject of the image on page 54 said:
I have known Graham Ovenden as a family friend for fourteen years – since I was four years old. I have modelled for Graham on numerous occasions – in fact, too numerous to count – for both his photographs and paintings. I have modeled for him both clothed and fully nude, both alone and with other children…. The portrait which the United States has charged as indecent is a portrait of me as I was eight years ago. I am not acting in a sexual way in the picture and Graham never asked me to sexual or treated me as a sexual object. The accusation that the image is ‘obscene’ is, to me, an accusation that I am ‘obscene,’ something to which I take offence.
A.D. Coleman’s prepared statement noted the many artistic qualities of the image which were inconsistent with their being labelled ‘lascivious’. Representatives of the American Civil Liberties Union were also in court to offer their brief and were joined by artists, art critics, administrators and various organizations, in opposition to the Gov’ts attempt to censor ‘States of Grace’.
Ovenden himself attested in writing as follows: ‘Symbolically speaking, we are dealing with feelings of the heart and the human yearning for Edenic simplicity – a state of grace, as it were, where there is neither sin nor corruption. The apple has yet to be eaten. The subject, of course, symbolizes this state in the photograph. At the same time, we see that the attainment of Eden is no easy task: the vulnerability of the child suggests, or rather confirms, the fragility of Eden, as well as its fleeting nature in the face of the concerns of the adult world and the demands of modernity’.
Ovenden may well have believed all this, but it reads curiously like Viz magazine’s art critic’s judgement when 14 yr old Jason hit the big time with ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’.
In the face of the subject’s account of her experience of being photographed by Ovenden, the statements proffered by Ovenden and Coleman and the support of the ACLU and others, the government acknowledged defeat and returned the photograph and the proofs. Two months later the book was imported into the US.
On 21 May 1998, censors in New Zealand classified ‘States of Grace’ as UNRESTRICTED, ie. deemed suitable for all audiences.
On 5 May 2000, the San Diego Public Library announced that it did not consider ‘States of Grace’ (as well as David Hamilton’s ‘Twenty Five Years of an Artist’) to contain child pornography and stated that both Ovenden and Hamilton are ‘contemporary and historically important photographers’ whose work is ‘culturally and artistically significant’. The determination was made in response to a ruling by a San Diego Superior Court judge that a man had photocopied images from those books ‘not for art’s sake but for sexual purposes’. In late Oct 2009, British customs permitted entry of Ovenden’s book, ‘States of Grace’, sent to a customer who purchased it at auction in the US on eBay. The auction price was $350.00.
A year later, in England, some of Ovenden’s photographs were confiscated by the Obscene Publications Squad from Scotland Yard but were returned after a campaign by Lord Jeremy Hutchison, Sir Hugh Casson and David Hockney.
Ovenden’s work ‘Five Girls’ and 29 other images in the permanent collection of the Tate were accessible online until Oct 2009, following the scandal that erupted over a photograph of Brooke Shields as part of the Tate Modern’s 2009 ‘Pop Life’ exhibit.
In 2009 Ovenden was charged with 16 counts of creating ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children and two counts of possessing 121 ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children. The 121 images are all versions or stages of the 16 works and had been deleted from Ovenden’s computer at the time his home was raided in 2006. The images were subsequently undeleted by police. The prosecution argued that these images were ‘indecent’. The defence argued that the works 121 images were temporary stages toward the creation of the 16 works, that those works constitute art and in no event were any of the works created with criminal intent. The Crown did not alleged that the images at issue depict any actual children.
On 22 Oct 2009, after less than two days of trial, the jury was discharged and a new trial date set. On 9 April 2010, after a five-minute hearing, the case was thrown out by the judge as two key prosecution witnesses – police officers who had searched his home three and a half years earlier – failed to appear in court. The police declined to comment and the CPS refused to disclose how much the investigation had cost the taxpayer. Graham Ovenden described the police as ‘totally and utterly transfixed by childhood sexuality’ and himself as ‘a controversial figure and, at the moment, a very angry old man’. The prosecution declined to launch an appeal.
On 19 April 2010, it was reported that the Child Abuse Investigation Team of the Metropolitan Police, the force which had carried out the three and a half-year investigation for the trial, was investigating Ovenden over allegations of child sex abuse. Ovenden said such allegations had been made at the start of the previous investigation and dropped, and that ‘the Metropolitan Police are being very vindictive about this’.
In March 2013, Ovenden went on trial at Truro Crown Court, accused with nine charges of indecency with a child and indecent assault on victims aged between six and 14. He denied the claims. On 2 April, Ovenden was found guilty of six charges of indecency with a child and one charge of indecent assault against a child. The charges came from adults who claimed they had been abused by Ovenden as children. Some of them involved claims that he abused children while they were posing for his pictures. The abuse charges related to incidents between 1972 and 1985. Ovenden was sentenced to 12 months imprisonment, suspended for two years. On 9 Oct 2013 the Appeal Court increased his sentence to an immediate prison term of 27 months.
Following Ovenden’s conviction, the Victoria and Albert Museum removed half of their 14 Ovenden images from its website and the Tate removed 34 of his images from its online collection. In 2015, District Judge Elizabeth Roscoe ordered that Ovenden’s personal collection of paintings and photographs, created by him and others, be destroyed, stating: ‘I have very little doubt that sexual gratification is, at the very least, part of Mr Ovenden’s reasons for making these images’. Ovenden responded to the press, saying: ‘I am a famous artist. I am an equally famous photographer and they are destroying material which has been in the public domain for over 40 years.’
The arguments over whether Ovenden’s images were obscene or not are fascinating, although no-one actually grappled with the fact that one cannot control the imaginations and fantasies of other people and that some people might actually have gained ‘sexual gratification’ from Ovenden’s work – as well as other people’s work – that definitely did not fall within any definition of ‘obscenity’. As a quip in Viz magazine said ‘If I sold nude photos of myself as a baby to paedophiles, would I be prosecuted?’ It is widely believed that Lewis Carroll had quite a thing about pre-pubescent girls, although his illustrations and photos were of children fully clothed. No-one has subjected his work to the purifying flames and I don’t think that they should. The real issue is that Graham Ovenden did abuse at least some children. He might not have abused all the kids who modelled for him and the former child model who gave evidence on his behalf may well have been quite correct that he never abused her and that she never felt abused. But he did abuse some children and there will have been people close to him who knew that his conduct was worrying. None of them spoke up and a lot of very big guns were prepared to do everything possible to ensure that Ovenden’s reputation remained unsullied.
Ovenden lived in Richmond-Upon-Thames until 1973. So he was there whilst the paedophile gang based in Richmond-Upon-Thames with links to Westminster and Whitehall which stretched right across London, to north Wales and to Europe was in operation, a paedophile ring which it is now admitted was protected by the very highest authorities (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). It is believed that some victims and witnesses were killed by that gang.
Graham Ovenden was almost certainly acting in the context of a wider group of child abusers.
Every time that a concern was raised about Ovenden, people’s defence of him was predicated entirely on stressing that he was a Very Important Person and Famous with it. He even said that himself. Then lots of other VIPs and Famous People would be wheeled out to testify to the quality of Ovenden’s work. What no-one did was to concern themselves with whether he was actually abusing children. He was.
Very Important People with Famous Friends seem to be very good at ensuring that the obvious is not asked about their conduct. Should those people be Top Doctors, the sound of other Top Docs screaming ‘but he is a very eminent man’ will drown out all other noise for the next few months. Won’t it Bluglass?
Cilla Black was a ‘star’. She was also a personal friend of a man who, along with his Top Doctor colleagues, was without doubt concealing a pan-European trafficking ring which killed some of the witnesses, the ring which included the Richmond-Upon-Thames contingent. Cilla Black may well not have known that, but we really should never be so naive as to believe that someone with famous friends or in possession of a medical degree cannot be a sex offender, because they can and I can name a few who are.
The state has now entrusted the IICSA – which is supposedly going to uncover the truth about organised child abuse – to the very people who caused the problem: social workers, Top Docs and lawyers. Of course not every member of these professions was actively abusing young people, but those professions have become institutionally corrupt and as a whole they concealed serious organised crime involving the mass sexploitation of vulnerable young people. The extent of the abuse that has been inflicted on people in the care of the state could never have happened if the state had not actively helped the abusers.
There is no point in the IICSA and there is no point in all the Me Tooing and the reassurances of the police that the paedos will be caught and ooh we’re building prisons for elderly sex offenders. You’re all bloody guilty, you knew what Dafydd and co were doing and you let them do it. You haven’t got the answers and all that you are doing is adding insult to injury. Excavate those bodies from the grounds of Denbigh, admit what went on so that people like me and Brown no longer have to be smeared and insulted by a gang of paedophiles and their friends and then bugger off and take Buck House and the House of Lords with you. Particularly Dr Death, the world has had quite enough of him.
Let us take a look at those who so robustly defended Graham Ovenden in 2001.
Jeremy Hutchinson QC was a barrister who stood as the unsuccessful Labour candidate in the 1945 General Election, when he received assistance in his campaign from Tony Benn. Hutchison finally entered Parliament as a life peer in 1978 and eventually voted with the Lib Dems in the years after the SDP broke away from the Labour Party. Hutchison went to Stowe School and then Magdalen College Oxford. He was called to the bar at Middle Temple. So he will have known Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Hutchison was in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve during WWII and served on the destroyer commanded by Lord Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Hutchison became a recorder of Bath and then a Crown Court judge, 1963-88. Jeremy Hutchison was Vice-Chair of the Arts Council of Great Britain; Trustee and then Chairman of the Tate; Chairman of the London Historic Museum Trust; and Professor of Law at the Royal Academy of Arts.
Hutchison was born into the heart of the Bloomsbury set, his parents were friends of Virginia Woolf et al. He was involved in some of the most memorable trials of the 20th century. He was a member of the defence team in the 1950 Lady Chatterley trial and he defended ‘Fanny Hill’. He led the defence at the 1965 trial of the art thief Kempton Bunton. Hutchison defended Christine Keeler and the spies George Blake and John Vassall; he defended Brian Roberts, the then Editor of the Torygraph and he defended Duncan Cambell in the ABC trial which was presented as a triumph over the vetting of juries by the security services. Hutchison also succeeded in getting Howard Marks acquitted after he was charged with drug trafficking and successfully led the defence for Michael Bogdanov in the 1982 ‘Romans In Britain’ trial.
The Guardian’s review of Thomas Grant’s 2015 book ‘Jeremy Hutchison’s Case Histories’ commented that Hutchison ‘cherished clients’ who were ‘amiable rogues’. Jeremy Hutchison was a highly entertaining performer in court and he had a following because of his challenges to what was perceived as establishment hypocrisy. However there was a high price paid by some for Jeremy having a laugh in court and some of his rogues were not that amiable. He succeeded in having Christine Keeler cleared on some charges – which in itself sounds great, Christine was a teenaged girl who was being eaten alive by friends of the Royal Family and those in Gov’t – but Hutchison did it by defaming Stephen Ward, who was the ultimate scapegoat in the Profumo Affair (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Hutchison described Ward as ‘a perverted Professor Higgins’ and demolished his character in court. Yet privately Hutchison admitted that he knew that Ward was not what Hutchison portrayed him to be. Ward died as a result of the fall-out from that court case, allegedly by suicide – there are indications that if Ward did kill himself, he was he was given a good push by someone. ‘The Guardian’ review observed that Hutchison ‘had a job to do and he was very well paid’.
In the early 1990s I remember challenging a CPS prosecutor in Bangor Magistrates Court who knew that she was prosecuting me on the basis of the lies of the Top Doctors. She became very angry and told me not to ‘start on’ her, that ‘she was just doing her job’. Had her job been making cakes and I didn’t like the flavour of her cakes, she’d have had good grounds to tell me where to get off. But she wasn’t – she knew that she was smearing someone who was at the centre of a fit-up attempt by some very serious criminals. There must be SOMETHING in a lawyers code of conduct that allows them in such circumstances to refuse to act, even if they are a jobbing solicitor for the CPS. That was the CPS who did not mount one prosecution even when, after the 1991-93 police investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, a file of hundreds of complaints was sent to the CPS.
I don’t know what the name of that lawyer was, but she was first language Welsh, had brownish hair and was pregnant at the time of the case. She sat in Bangor Magistrates Court, along with all the other lawyers in Gwynedd, as a gang of paedophiles fitted up witnesses. They all need to be asked to explain themselves.
As for ‘amiable rogues’ – Dafydd used to joke about being one. This led to Hergest patients taking the piss and making comments such as ‘of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones didn’t murder Mary Wynch’s mother, he was just scrumping apples’. Dafydd could have been scrumping apples as well, but he was running a trafficking gang who were murdering victims. He wasn’t an amiable rogue, he was a dangerous offender.
Howard Marks, that other well-known scrumper whom Hutchison successfully defended, later admitted that he had been guilty of drug trafficking. George Blake admitted to being a spy, so Hutchison had to just go for mitigating circumstances, as he did in the case of John Vassall. Yet John Vassall undoubtedly had information about people in the Admiralty rather grander and more senior than himself who were doing things that they shouldn’t. Vassall was the fall-guy and Hutchison would have known that.
With regard to the ABC trial, that did go down in history as a triumph over the security services and state oppression and it sealed the reputation of the judge involved as being the voice of the common man against state corruption. Which was ludicrous, because the presiding judge was none other than Sir William Mars-Jones, a friend of Dafydd (and Ronnie Waterhouse) and someone who provided a very big umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophiles for decades.
Jeremy Hutchison’s obituary in ‘The Guardian’ was written by Geoffrey Robertson QC, the human rights lawyer who was Hutchison’s junior in the 1982 ‘Romans in Britain’ trial, which was brought by Mary Whitehouse. The trial famously collapsed amidst hilarity after Jeremy Hutchison ridiculed the claim of a witness to have seen a penis on stage during the play. The defence stated that it was an actor’s thumb that had been mistaken for a penis and in court Hutchison positioned his fingers around his groin such that his thumb was in an allegedly penis-like position. The court was entertained, Hutchison won the case and the witness became a national joke. Yet with regard to ‘Romans in Britain’, Robertson mentions that Hutchison disparaged an obviously ‘honest’ witness. It rather seems as though Robertson knew that the witness HAD seen a penis rather than, as Hutchison maintained, a thumb pretending to be a penis.
I was glad when Mary Whitehouse lost the ‘Romans in Britain’ trial because she was the most appalling old hypocrite. Neither would I be bothered if an actor did have his penis out on stage as alleged – it was during a scene in which a rape was being played. But I don’t think that Jeremy Hutchison should have undertaken a massive performance for the court, lied through his teeth and ridiculed a witness if Hutchison knew that the witness was telling the truth.
Geoffrey Robertson QC is the barrister who founded Doughty Street Chambers, which houses Theo Huckle QC, who, when he was Counsel General for Wales, maintained that there was no evidence of negligence in the way in which I had been treated by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Theo Huckle QC’). Theo had copies of the 10,000 documents that I now have. There is documentary evidence of the most serious wrongdoing in the NHS, the social services, the probation service and the courts. In the words of a friend who saw those documents, evidence of ‘serious crime in every agency with whom you had ever had contact’.
Helena Kennedy QC also works at Doughty Street. St Helena is a former colleague of Michael Mansfield and also worked closely with Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School. One of Helena’s books contains an acknowledgement and a thank you to Eastman (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). Nigel Eastman was one of those concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles.
Jeremy Hutchison was a very well-connected man – his sister married a member of the Rothschild family and he married the actress Dame Peggy Ashcroft. He lived in London and in Sussex, ‘the heart of Bloomsbury country’. It was also where John Allen owned brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the area where five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).
Jeremy’s second wife June, Lady Hutchison, was as impressive as Dame Peggy. June’s biological father was the lover of Coco Chanel, but he was unaware of her conception and subsequently died in a road accient. After her father’s death June’s mother married the 14th Earl of Westmorland and June subsequently inherited a substantial amount of money. June’s first husband was the pianist Franz Osborn, who died in 1958. June’s was a friend of Lady Diana Cooper, the aristocratic socialite who was a friend of Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Diana Cooper was married to Duff Cooper, who served as Britain’s Ambassador to France, 1944-48. During this period, Lady Diana’s popularity as a hostess remained undimmed, even after allegations that the embassy guest list included ‘pederasts and collaborators’. There’s nothing like guests with a bit of integrity is there.
Anyone for one of Dafydd’s parties? I did hear about them, they’re legendary…
Diana Cooper tried to get June and Cecil Beaton together – although it was well-known that Beaton was a ‘confirmed bachelor’ ie gay, Beaton did have heterosexual liaisons as well. He began to take June out, dining with people like Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud. Beaton subsequently proposed to June twice but she turned him down. Meanwhile Rhoda Birley, the widow of the portrait painter Sir Oswald, tried to encourage June to marry Ted Heath. At the same time, June tried to persuade Rhoda to marry Heath herself. Whilst all this unfathomable matchmaking involving Ted Heath was going on, June became genuinely keen on Jeremy Hutchinson – who was married to Dame Peggy – and Jeremy and June began an affair. All the action happened whilst June lived at St John’s Wood – which was where Sir Ronnie Waterhouse lived.
‘In her spare time’ – presumably whilst refusing to marry Cecil Beaton and Ted Heath, yet trying to persuade other people to marry Ted Heath and whilst shagging Jeremy Hutchinson – June ‘worked for the mentally handicapped’. She had previously worked as an Angel during WWII.
My post ‘The Old Devils’ details the paedophiles’ friends who ‘worked with the mentally handicapped’ in north Wales, helping them to ‘explore their sexual needs’. Dafydd’s mate Cledwyn Williams was Assistant Director of Social Services, 1983-96, whilst the whole of north Wales was being run for the benefit of Dafydd’s sex trafficking ring. Cledwyn was responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy.
Here he is, but I don’t think that I’d want to explore my sexual needs with a man in a cardigan like this, I’d be fumbling with those buttons:
June Hutchison’s friendship with Heath lasted for a decade. It became known to the general public and to some extent provided cover for her more secret relationship with Hutchinson and possibly for a few things that Heath might have been doing. June was quoted as saying that Heath was ‘a wonderful politician, and would make a great leader’. Er, I don’t remember him being that successful as PM actually June. ‘Who governs Britain?’ ‘Not you, we’ve just voted you out’.
The press noticed that June and Ted were ‘near’ each other on skiing holidays in Switzerland; when there were rumours of marriage she remarked: ‘It is much harder at 45 than at 25. One sees so many failures, don’t you think?’ Well one does in the circles that June moved in, but then targeting Ted Heath as a future husband is probably not going to lead to lifelong marital bliss.
Heath accompanied June to the film premiere of ‘The Yellow Rolls-Royce’ in 1965 and to the reception afterwards at Claridge’s. When pressed to comment, Heath replied: ‘We are just very friendly. I don’t think there’s any more to say. She is also a good friend of Mr Anthony Asquith, who directed the film.’ June was a good friend of quite a few other people as well, including Jeremy Hutchison and her mate Diana was a hostess of pederasts.
In July 1965, shortly before Peggy Ashcroft became aware of the affair with Hutchinson (she was soon to cite June in her divorce proceedings), June said of Heath: ‘He has a woman behind him. I am right behind him, urging him on. He’s a most attractive and wonderful man. No woman in her heart could feel otherwise.’
‘Don’t fancy yours much June’.
Years later however, June said that Heath had never so much as held her hand, let alone breathed a word of love.
In May 1966 Hutchinson and June were married. Cecil Beaton, to whom June had confided her decision to marry, wrote a letter of support; Heath was somewhat put out at first, though in 1971, after he became PM, he invited the Hutchinsons to Chequers and showed them his bedroom, telling them that it was not normally the PM’s bedroom, as nothing would induce him to sleep in a room previously occupied by Wilson.
At a summer party given by the American Mrs John Barry Ryan in the 1980s, Heath approached June to enquire, somewhat prematurely, about her plans for Christmas. After he had moved on, a fellow guest – who was aware of the earlier friendship – was eager to hear what June might say. ‘He’s become awfully fat,’ she volunteered, which sounds like the sort of thing that Oscar Wilde would have said if he was asked if he’d had sex with someone. Although being fat was probably the least offensive thing about Ted Heath.
I have discussed Jeremy Hutchison at length not just because I find the subject matter fascinating, but to illuminate the social circle of some of those who have been accused of involvement in organised sexual abuse and who in return have shrieked with indignation that of course they have done no such thing, how very dare you, they are famous and important and their accusers are no more than nutters, druggies or petty criminals. Hutchison and his associates really did not conduct themselves very well at all in their personal lives. It is true that as a barrister Hutchison exposed hypocrisy which is very welcome, but he also concealed the crimes of some powerful unpleasant people whom he knew damn well could use the lower orders in any way in which they wanted, then completely shaft them if they complained and if necessary drive them to suicide or indeed proffer that as an explanation when their victims were found dead. It really is not just all a bit of Bloomsbury fun – it resulted in people trying to murder Brown and me.
As for those shrieking ‘how very dare you’ about this blog, I can only respond with:
Look at my face – am I bovvered?
And if you don’t all start fessing up and indeed shutting up on the ‘how very dare you’ front, I’ll carry on blogging until I’ve evolved into this:
Sir Hugh Casson pitched in with Jeremy Hutchison to defend Graham Ovenden. Sir Hugh Casson was discussed in my post ‘Heart Of Darkness’. He was Director of Architecture for the Festival of Britain, had his own TV series in the 1980s and was President of the Royal Academy. Sir Hugh was a close friend of the Royal Family and taught Prince Charles how to paint in watercolours. Casson also knew Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.
David Hockney also defended Ovenden. Hockney is probably the UK’s most well-known 20th century artist. He was born in and grew up in Bradford, but since the mid-60s has spent much time living in California. He owns property in London as well as properties in California. Hockney has been openly gay for years and his name was given to me a long time ago as one high profile artist whom it said was advancing the careers of boys who had been his sexual partners. Hockney established the Hockney Foundation in 2008. In 2012, Hockney was estimated to be worth £36 million.
On the morning of 18 March 2013, Hockney’s 23 year old assistant, Dominic Elliott, died as a result of drinking drain cleaner at Hockney’s Bridlington studio. He had also earlier drunk alcohol and taken cocaine, ecstasy and temazepam. It was reported that Hockney’s partner drove Elliott to Scarborough General Hospital where he later died. The inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure and Hockney was never implicated. In November 2015 Hockney sold his house in Bridlington for £625,000, cutting all his remaining ties with the town.
Scarborough was a town which was effectively run by Jimmy Savile until Savile’s death in 2011. I have been told by two different sources that the medical services in the region have been completely colonised by those involved with child sexual exploitation and the distribution of class A drugs. Both my informants contacted me after they heard that I had uncovered the same situation in north Wales.
Dafydd has had links with Yorkshire for years and used to hold clinics at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds, which was one of Savile’s hang-outs. Savile visited Bryn Estyn and one boy claimed that he was raped by a group of men whilst Savile watched.
My post ‘No-One Is Innocent’ discussed the ‘Welsh Bloomsbury set’ who use to rent cottages in Cwm Croesor in Merionydd from the landowner Sir Clough Williams-Ellis during the middle years of the 20th century. At least one of their victims was hauled off to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh as a young distressed woman with an inconvenient pregnancy and she did not emerge again until she was an old lady. Bertrand Russell was a friend of this group and Russell too was most enthusiastic about the use of Top Doctors to diagnose schizophrenia in and then deal with members of his family who pissed him off (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Whilst reading about Jeremy Hutchison and his circle, again and again I noticed the names of people who were, or were associated with, those who gathered at Croesor. Very little has been published about them, but the historian Eric Hobsbawm, who rented a second home off Clough for years, wrote a chapter about Croesor in his 2003 autobiography, ‘Interesting Times: A Twentieth Century Life’.
Eric Hobsbawm wrote about the souring of relationships between the English visitors and some of the residents of Cwm Croesor in the late 1970s. The Hobsbawms, like a number of other regulars, finally stopped visiting. Eric Hobsbawm attributed the hostility partly to the rise of Welsh nationalism – but then Hobsbawm and his family were European Jews who watched Hitler come to power, which left him with a loathing of nationalism of any kind. However Hobsbawm told me that he believed that a great deal of the strife at Croesor was related to the possible closure of Croesor School, which was for some reason held up as a beacon of all that was excellent about north Wales. A number of other people told me that the irony was that the school would have closed down many years previously had it not been for a group of enthusiastic English migrants to the area who drove their children a considerable distance to Croesor School, although it was a Welsh-medium school.
Other people told me that the bad feeling was partly because the second homers and visitors were well-off, rather privileged people and that was very noticeable in comparison to the local people, most of whom had very little. I was told by one local person who did like the visitors and was friendly with them that the visitors’ holiday homes were often better than the only residences of the locals and furthermore that Clough was prepared to spend time and money restoring the second homes for his friends in a way that he never did for local people who rented property from him.
The death knell for the summer crowd at Croesor occurred after Clough’s grandson Robin Llywelyn sent letters to the second homers telling them that he was terminating their tenancies – this happened in the late 1970s or thereabouts. There was a great deal of upset, with second homers who had been friends with Robin’s grandfather and tenants for decades feeling very sore. They did have to go, there was no choice, because Robin stated that he would only rent properties to local people. When I first heard about this, it all sounded a little odd. Not just that these were his grandfather’s mates, but that Robin was, I was told, a member of Plaid and greatly concerned about the problems caused by second homes. Which is understandable, but as the second homers pointed out, the cottages that they were living in had been abandoned. Croesor is a lovely village, but there is no employment there, no public transport and one can see abandoned properties in the area all over the place. Young people who grew up in the village told me that it was great there, but they wanted to leave and they did.
Furthermore Robin Llywelyn is from a family belonging to the landed gentry who many Welsh people would consider to be English, although the correct categorisation would be ‘Anglo-Welsh’. Clough himself didn’t really speak Welsh, he was sent to a English public school and he wasn’t expected to mix with the local people. He was posh and that was how posh people of his generation behaved.
Then I was told by several local people who had lived at Croesor that Robin was not quite as concerned for their housing needs as might be presumed. They complained that nothing was ever repaired, that the rents were still top whack and furthermore that Balfour Beatty were managing the estate. At the time, one could see Balfour Beatty notices everywhere in Croesor, that’s who you had to speak to if you wanted to rent somewhere.
Balfour Beatty is a global multinational company and it does not have an unsullied reputation. It has been at the centre of a number of controversies and scandals. In Oct 2005, Balfour Beatty were found guilty of breaching health and safety laws and were fined £10 million for their involvement in the Hatfield rail crash. The crash resulted in the death of four people and injured more than 70. Among the company’s many acquisitions was GMH Military Housing, a US-based military accommodation business, for £180m in Feb 2008.
In March 2009, Balfour Beatty was found to be a subscriber to the Consulting Association, a firm which then prosecuted by the UK Information Commissioner’s Office or breaching the Data Protection Act by holding a secret database of construction workers details, including union membership and political affiliations and six enforcement notices were issued against Balfour Beatty companies. As of Jan 2010, individual workers had started suing the company for being on the blacklist. The first of these cases however, was ruled in favour of the company.
Balfour Beatty was subsequently one of eight businesses involved in establishing the Construction Workers Compensation Scheme in July 2014, though the scheme was condemned as a ‘PR stunt’ by the GMB union and as ‘an act of bad faith’ by Parliament’s Scottish Affairs Select Committee. In Dec 2017, UNITE announced it had issued high court proceedings relating to blacklisting against 12 major contractors including Balfour Beatty.
Er – we’ve got some conflicting loyalties emerging here. UNITE, that proud defender of everything NHS, who wave their credentials in terms of their support for Angels at every opportunity possible, were shafted by the folk who managed Democratic Robin’s country estate.
From what I discovered – perhaps readers could enlighten me if I’ve got this wrong – Robin’s Democracy and Welshness really began to swell his heart in the late 1970s. One thing that I do know is that Dafydd and the paedophiles destroyed a few of the local people at Croesor and that some of the summer crowd knew about Dafydd and Gwynne. The Croesor summer crowd were an object of fun for some locals, other people watched them as curious and exotic specimens and they were also the subject of a certain amount of gossip, on account of the nudist swimming, extra-marital relationships and various other aspects of their lifestyle which were inconsistent with what one might imagine of Nonconformist north Wales. Bertrand Russell seems to have done some pretty dreadful things to people and he was indeed a sexual predator, but from what I could work out, many of the summer visitors were quite upfront about their Bloomsburyesque habits. They certainly weren’t carrying on like Dafydd and giving lecturers to the Welsh Baptist Union explaining how learning Bible verses in Welsh as a child can protect one against a ‘serious moral collapse’ in later life, whilst they flogged class A drugs and ran a sex trafficking gang (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’).
By the late 1970s, Dafydd and Gwynne were causing ructions. There was such serious mismanagement at UCNW that in 1979 Dafydd Wigley asked Shirley Williams to hold a public inquiry into the paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans’s running of the college. It was in 1979 that Dafydd Alun Jones illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch and the spotlight was upon north Wales once more. Dafydd and the paedophiles really didn’t need that because business was booming, Dafydd’s associates had opened children’s homes right across north Wales and the homes were all part of the same trafficking organisation. Dafydd Wigley will have known all about it, despite his request to Shirl. Shirl knew about it as well. North Wales was having to deal with the massive problems caused by the Westminster Paedophile Ring but no-one dared admit that was what was at the root of so much of the rot.
Gwynedd County Council and elements in Plaid were making electioneering capital out of issues such as independence for Wales, second homes, the Welsh language and the closure of small schools. These are important issues, but whereas Plaid were happy to flag them up, the havoc caused by a paedophile gang operating across the whole region was ignored, or blamed on other factors. Down in south Wales, the Windbag was basing his future leadership bid on his opposition to devolution and attributing the problems in the schools in Gwynedd to the Welsh language policy of Gwynedd County Council. The Windbag forgot to mention that the real problem was a gang of child abusers – probably because his wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and her parents were friends with Lord Cledwyn, one of the people who had covered up for Dafydd and Gwynne for years. And of course everyone remained busy ignoring George Thomas’s molesting of children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).
After about 1977, no-one expected Labour to win another election, it was taken as read that Thatch would be PM. Peter Morrison was by then the Tory MP for Chester and had been one of Thatcher’s key supporters for the leadership after Heath had been shoved out. Morrison was also abusing kids in care in north Wales and this was quite widely known. Morrison was being protected by, among others, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster. His fortune was worth about £9 billion and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth regarding the strategies that he was using not to pay income tax on it. I’m fairly sure that I read that Grosvenor left the Conservative Party after tax changes were either proposed or implemented that would result in Grosvenor having to stump up. People with a great deal of wealth do tend to like to hang onto it. Particularly if they own family estates – it’s not just about the dosh then, it’s also about their history and their children’s inheritance.
Just imagine what would have happened to Democratic Welsh Robin if Thatcher’s Gov’t had fallen as a result of a scandal involving one of her friends and Ministers sexually abusing children in care in north Wales. A Labour Gov’t would have taxed the arse off Democratic Welsh Robin. Some of those free-living bohemians whom Democratic Welsh Robin had booted off of his estate were privileged in comparison with local people, but they were a load of old lefties who were involved with anti-nuclear and other radical causes. Some of them were also famous – E.P. Thompson and Eric Hobsbawm were regulars in magazines like ‘The New Statesman’ and ‘Marxism Today’.
There was someone else who lived down in Croesor as well long ago who might well have found out what Dafydd and Gwynne were doing – he was a young American who was a draft-dodger and had come to the UK to avoid Vietnam. He ended up with the radicals down in Croesor and I was told that he stayed there for quite a long time. He later became a US Senator. Some of the draft-dodgers did pretty well for themselves didn’t they Bill?
‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman.’
Oh yes you did!
‘There was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Westminster figures.’
Really? Just go and ask that Senator… He could hardly have forgotten this:
The first time that I saw D.G.E. Wood literally blanch was following the row when I complained about Gwynne and after Brown had his first article published in the ‘Journal Of Radical Philosophy’ – I told Wood that Brown was thinking of writing for ‘Marxism Today’… I attributed Wood looking like death to being dim and a ‘Daily Mail’ reader – which he was, I am not simply saying that to insult Wood, he did like his ‘Daily Mail’. That’s the ‘Daily Mail’ that was unbelievably offensive about Eric Hobsbawm after he died and of course who also put the boot into Ed and David’s dad Ralph Miliband when he died. Ralph Miliband was mates with Eric Hobsbawm, E.P. Thompson and the New Left contingent. Ralph had also worked at Leeds University and I bet that he knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well, particularly as Ed’s Uncle Harry – who’s passion for the NHS was enough to move Ed to tears every time that Ed remembered Uncle Harry – Ralph’s brother-in-law, was a Top Doctor at Tommy’s whilst his colleagues, some of whom were mates with Dafydd, concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring.
After Ralph Miliband died, the ‘Daily Mail’ published their famously insulting article about him, entitled ‘The Man Who Hated Britain’. One of the men who hated Britain so much that he ensured that not a word was ever published about the rot at the heart of the British establishment that led to people being murdered to keep a lid on the barrel of shit that is the Westminster Paedophile Ring was Paul Dacre.
Paul Dacre has just announced his intention to resign as the Editor of the ‘Daily Mail’. On the ‘Today’ programme two days ago, those wonderful old Glendas Ann Leslie and Polly Toynbee were arguing the toss about how much good or otherwise Dacre had done the nation as a publisher of bigoted bile. Ann thought that Dacre was great ‘but his language is terrible’. ‘Private Eye’ refers to Dacre as ‘the double cunting Dacre’ on the grounds that Dacre often strings the c word together when he’s really riled. He hadn’t better do that in front of Dafydd, all I did was call Dafydd a wanker and Dafydd used this as evidence that I was not ‘mentally normal’ and dangerous to boot and then Bluglass agreed. On another occasion I said ‘bugger’, so Dafydd rang the police and reported me.
I don’t know whether Dafydd has ever scene the film ‘Wish You Were Here’, but the scene in which the batty old psychiatrist has the piss taken out of him by a swearing teenager pretty much described Dafydd’s interactions with his own patients.
Poll maintained that Dacre had left nought but a legacy of racism and sexism, but Ann Leslie laughed like a drain and told Poll that the Daily Mail’s campaigns had been rather more successful than the Guardian’s campaigns. Neither of the Glendas has ever published on the deaths of kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales. The Sindie, ‘The Observer’ and ‘Private Eye’ went there of course in 1992 and were successfully sued by one of the police officers who was abusing the kids in care.
Since the double cunting Dacre announced his intention to resign, it has been stated that the next editor of the ‘Daily Mail’ will be another man who might well hate Britain enough not to publish anything about Dafydd, but we’ll have to wait and see – the next Editor will be Geordie Greig. Geordie Greig is a member of White’s club. Other members of White’s include Prince Charles (he held his stag party there before marrying Diana), Prince William and Norman Lamont. Sir Peter Morrison was a member, as was Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. David Cameron was a member of White’s until 2008 when he resigned because White’s refused to admit women. Cameron’s father Ian had been a member for donkey’s years and was the former Chairman. So who let Morrison in then?
Greig is the Editor of the ‘Mail On Sunday’. He previously worked on ‘The Sunday Times’ and has also been the Editorial Director of ‘The Independent On Sunday’ and ‘The Independent’. Greig might well have been Editorial Director of The Indie and the Sindie when they published the article naming Gordon Anglesea as a child abuser which caused Anglesea to sue them and win nearly £400k damages. In 2016 Anglesea was jailed for the historical abuse of kids in care in north Wales. My posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’ detail why I think that George Carman QC, who acted for the newspapers against Anglesea, threw the trial. It wasn’t long before that trial that the five witnesses were killed by the firebomb in Brighton. Weeks after the trial, Mark Humphreys, who gave evidence against Anglesea was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.
Geordie Greig’s sister was a Lady-in-Waiting to Diana.
If Mr Greig wants to stay alive, perhaps he’d better keep away from tunnels and be very careful what he publishes. He’s going to have to be another man who hates Britain.
The Croesor lefties could have caused havoc if they’d gone public about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Not only would Democratic Welsh Robin have received a great deal of very unwelcome publicity, but his bank balance would have suffered as well.
Democratic Welsh Robin runs the family business, which is of course Portmeirion Ltd. The most famous branch of the business is the Italianate village which Clough built and where the 1960s TV series ‘The Prisoner’ was filmed, but there’s also the shops, the hotel, the restaurant and the other restaurant. Everything related to Portmeirion is really very nice, but it is rather expensive. Very expensive. Well beyond the pockets of the local people…
Democratic Welsh Robin holds a rock festival every year, Festival No 6. Like everything Portmeirion, it is expensive and many of the visitors are affluent people from England. In 2012 Festival No 6 was particularly proud to headline a local boy made good – Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid, who made it big with the Super Furry Animals, just as the investigations into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal began. Gruff Rhys’s dad was Ioan Bowen Rees, who was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang caused havoc in Gwynedd children’s homes. It was Ioan who appointed Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes as Director of Social Services for Gwynedd. Read all about Ioan’s son’s rise from a schoolboy who practised his music with his friends in the village where I used to live – as people tried to set fire to my house – to international superstar, in my post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’.
I’ll just remind readers here that a Welsh speaking psychiatric social worker was appointed sometime in the late 60s/70s and he lived in the Croesor area. This was presented as a triumph for democracy, because the poor sods targeted for incarceration and lobotomy by Dafydd and Gwynne could now be ‘assessed’ in their first language. Which is important, but if the person speaking your first language is working for Dafydd and Gwynne – who were also first language Welsh – and he’s helping them run a sex trafficking ring, you are still going to be in very deep water.
Democratic Welsh Robin is Director of the family charity, the Susan Williams-Ellis Foundation. The Foundation states that it makes grants to organisations including those concerned with ‘community development/employment/children/young people…’
Python fans will remember the Tale of Brave Sir Robin, who ran away.
As well as all the witnesses who can provide first hand accounts of Dafydd’s atrocious conduct, many years ago Dafydd declared himself to be a psychopath and discussed his psychopathology live on the radio. I missed this, but a lot of other people heard it, including Jackie Ehlen, the north Wales forensic psychiatry nurse who knows the truth behind the death of Dorothy Griffiths, the patient who’s body was found in a bathroom at Ysbyty Gwynedd and at whose inquest NHS staff told a pack of lies (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Jackie Ehlen was used by the paedophile gang to deal with all those dangerous patients who had complained about Dafydd. Jackie was up late one night, listening to the James Whale Radio Show when Dafydd rung in and talked about himself being a psychopath. James Whale interviewed him live.
James Whale presented that show in the late 1980s. So whilst the world called Alison and me liars and our complaints remained either uninvestigated or were investigated by the likes of Robert Bluglass who then used the process as an excuse to make serious unfounded allegations against us, whilst the dead bodies of patients and kids in care were turning up everywhere and while everyone reassured everyone else that there were ‘no concerns’ in north Wales, Dafydd rang up James Whale and made a confession.
But then Jimmy Savile wrote about making an arrangement with the police to allow him to sexually use a teenaged runaway in his autobiography.
The James Whale Radio Show was produced by Yorkshire TV. In June 1989 Yorkshire TV approached Alison Taylor with a view to making a film about child abuse in north Wales and in Sept 1989 Alison was filmed extensively by Yorkshire TV. In Feb 1990, Yorkshire TV abandoned their programme about abuse in north Wales. Although Dafydd had rung them in the early hours and fessed up.
Dafydd was often up and about all night. He crashed into police stations and even into the North Wales Hospital at midnight to see me and a former social worker admitted that Dafydd would turn up to conduct ward rounds at 3 am. He would answer his phone at any time of the night – which certainly entertained Hergest patients when they wanted a bit of fun – lest it was a celebrity criminal ringing, in need of extraction from trouble.
Here are the key characters from ‘Open All Hours’:
One of those who ran the paedophile gang for Dafydd and Lucille was called Glanville rather than Granville.
No wonder Thatch relied upon the services of Dafydd to keep her in power, she had a thing about grocer’s shops.
‘There is no evidence that Dr Jones ever behaved anything other than professionally and in his patients’ best interests.’
So ‘no-one knew’ where Dafydd was when he didn’t turn up to his clinics in Ysbyty Gwynedd, despite him being Open All Hours? Well we service users knew where he was. Sometimes he was at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds and sometimes he was in the south of France ‘with a GP friend’. Because we were ringing him up when he was there. John Allen owned a villa in the south of France where kids in care were taken ‘for holidays’. One day Dafydd started mocking us when he was in France and telling us that as penniless service users we really couldn’t afford to go ringing him in the south of France on his mobile, Dafydd being one of the first in Wales to acquire a mobile. Well I’ve got news for Dafydd. Those calls to France cost us bugger all, because the phone box in Rachub was malfunctioning. All we had to do was put the first few 2 ps in and then it kept us connected for as long as we wanted.
Some more Bangor University staff who will know the details of the dirty tricks used by Prof Fergus Lowe to hold all the collaborators with Dafydd and the paedophiles over a barrel:
Dr Kevin Mundy aka the Fat Controller. Mundy was Fungus’s right hand man for years. Mundy was the henchman and was so often employed to do Fungus’s dirty work that a lot of people thought that Kevin Mundy was Fungus. Fungus was small and bald and used to sneak around incognito, whereas Kevin Mundy was big and aggressive and would be the one glowering in people’s faces up close and personal. Mundy was described to me as an ‘evil bastard’ and was Head of the euphemistically titled Planning Dept in Bangor University. The Planning Dept was colloquially called the House of Black Arts and it was known to be the place where wicked deeds were formulated by Fungus which would then be carried out by Mundy and his sidekick, the Poison Dwarf. I didn’t know the Poison Dwarf’s real name, he was Michael someone – he was even smaller than Fungus, but ginger. He was Musical, so often used to wear a bandana around his head, even with his suit when he was on Official Intimidating Business. I was told that the Poison Dwarf learnt all he knew at the knee of the Fat Controller and that the Fat Controller learnt all he knew ‘at the tit of Fungus’.
Dr Mundy will be delighted to know that Bangor University staff derived much entertainment from his role as a leading light and a preacher in a church in Bangor. I could hardly believe it when I was told, so someone showed me the video clips of the Fat Controller leading the singing and shaking the maracas at a ‘happy clappy’ church in Upper Bangor. It was fantastic, but we never knew how he had time to do it all as well as put Fungus’s wickedness into practice. The Fat Controller didn’t just sing and shake the maracas, he was writing prayers and holding group meetings, the lot.
So perhaps the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf would like to provide details of how Fungus was going to use his contacts with influential people who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles to fit the Vice-Chancellor up for a criminal offence – after ‘blackening his name’ – whilst the VC was away from the University caring for his terminally ill wife, who didn’t survive the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre, although a member of the paedophile gang survived a very similar illness at the same time and she was treated by the same Top Doctors. I heard from some Fungus acolytes about how everyone could forget about the VC now, because Fungus was going to be the only one who mattered. Oh and would Fungus’s Cunning Plan have been related to the theft of my computer by the brother-in-law of John McTernan, Blair’s policy adviser?
In the light of just how serious matters were and the number of people in high places – like Gov’t – who were involved, if the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf know anything about the letters from my lawyer which were opened before they arrived in my pigeonhole and were then even opened by someone in the Royal Mail when I had them sent to my house instead, please do tell. What about the obstacles and wires that were put across the end of my drive by someone who knew that I usually left the house before dark and would have driven straight into them, had I not been delayed that morning?
Then there was the violent attack on a woman in the grounds of my old Dept – it seems that the meathead who did that thought that he was assaulting me, but he got the wrong person.
Another accomplice of Fungus’s could also explain the background to his orders from Fungus to intimidate my PhD supervisor’s wife out of her job at the University – the accomplice in question being one Prof Lew Hardy, a specialist in sports science and ‘coaching elite athletes’, a serial shagger of postgrads and all round dickwit. You big idiot Hardy, you were doing the work of someone who was concealing a paedophile gang. Explain that to your ‘elite athletes’ who are beating a path to your door to receive your pearls. I presume that it was another dodge between you and Fungus that led to that much-boasted about grant that you landed not so long ago on the basis of your ‘excellence’.
Lew Hardy was a colleague of Dave Brailsford’s dad – the Dave Brailsford of ‘Team Sky’, ‘what doping in sport, of course I know nuzzing’. You all knew about a bloody gang of sex traffickers, it’s how the collection of mediocrities that is you managed to get so far, it certainly wasn’t on ability.
There are now so many stories in the media about miracle cures for cancer and dementia and explanations of how the NHS needs so much more money that I am no longer bothering to read them. However I did manage to read ‘The Daily Telegraph’ letters page earlier this week. I always enjoy reading what the Sir Bufton Tuftons and Sir Herbert Gussetts have to say as they write in from Barking-in-the-Marshes. So imagine my surprise when I couldn’t find a letter from a Sir Bufton or a Sir Herbert, but I did find a whole load of letters from public-spirited Torygraph readers writing in with their Top Tips with regard to saving the NHS money in these times of austerity. There were the usual suggestions concerning the importance of returning crutches that one has been issued with, but there were a few more imaginative plans as well. It’s good of the Torygraph readers to try to help, but somehow I fear that their efforts will be lost in the face of the millions that are being siphoned off into the pockets of Dafydd and his friends; blown on IT systems which cost billions, which everyone knows will never work but the contract can’t be cancelled because it’s a friend of someone in New Labour who owns the company; the millions squandered on management consultancy fees because the highly paid managers can’t do their jobs, so the Trust has to pay the former managers who were just as hopeless but who took early retirement and have now set up their own consultancy to come in and ‘advise’; the fortune being paid on agency nurses because the Angels can then work on the same ward for double the money and the Trust managers and a few politicians own the agency, so it’s win-win all around; then there’s the ‘ground breaking research’ which will be delivering the cure for cancer/dementia or identifying the ‘gene for schizophrenia’ within the next few months.
Just make sure that those sodding patients don’t cause ‘a rise in demand’ which will ‘push the NHS into crisis’…
Wilfred Owen wrote ‘Dulce et Decorum est’ – as well as ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’ – when he was at Craiglockhart Hospital suffering from neurasthenia, ‘shell shock’. I don’t know what Craiglockhart and its Top Doctors such as W.H.R. Rivers thought that they were doing, because as everybody knows it was of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones who identified the world’s first case of what is now known as PTSD ‘in a clinic in Dolgellau’, as Dafydd subsequently explained in a 2008 ‘memorandum’ which he submitted as evidence to a Parliamentary Committee, detailing how he created yet another money spinner on the basis of tall stories and clinical negligence (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). I do urge new visitors to this blog to take the time to read that post and join me in marvelling at how Parliament swallowed such nonsense from Dafydd.
The earliest surviving manuscript of ‘Dulce et Decorum est’ was drafted in Oct 1917 and was addressed to Owen’s mum Susan Owen, with the message ‘here is a gas poem done yesterday (which is not private, but not final)’.
There was an Angel who worked at the Hergest Unit called Susan Owen. She had previously worked in the psychiatry wards of Ysbyty Gwynedd pre-Hergest. Susan worked at the Hergest Unit until she died not so long ago. She witnessed the abuse, the malpractice and the suicides, yet remained silent. She was killed in a car crash and after her death tributes were paid to her compassion, dedication and other Angelic qualities and money for charidee was raised in her memory.
The last line of Wilfred Owen’s poem referred to ‘The Old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori’ – ‘how sweet and honourable it is to die for one’s country’. Which is nearly as much of an ancient lie as the traditional favourite, ‘we didn’t know’.
Whilst Owen was in Craiglockhart, he edited the hospital magazine ‘The Hydra’. The Hydra was a gigantic snake-like monster of Greek myth with multiple heads which lived in the marshes of Argos no less. If one of the Hydra’s heads was cut off, two would spring from the fresh wound.
I was planning to blog about Sir John Ashford, the former VC of Salford University, who not only continued to approve the qualifications given out to the members of a gang of paedophiles attending courses at Cartrefle College, but who somehow steered that institution through a crisis when in the mid-1980s, it received a 40% cut in funding from the UGC (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’). I should have known better than to mention that I would be doing this – all traces of Sir John Ashford have disappeared from the internet. He was there three days ago, he is still alive and I found a lovely photo of him, so at least I’ll recognise him if we bump into each other. As befits someone who spent many years running an institution which verified worthless qualifications for those who trafficked kids in care into sex work and who also failed to take action when one of his own students reported witnessing appalling abuse in a children’s home in north Wales, Sir John has clocked up a whole string of public appointments but I’m sorry to say that I didn’t make notes when I did my preliminary search a few days ago.
I can see that I am going to have to keep my blogging intentions under wraps to prevent paedophiles’ friends disappearing into the ether.
So I’ll move onto further observations regarding UCNW (Bangor University), who survived Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer’s 1980s plan to close the institution down by reminding him that the College was governed and managed by the people facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring and that many of the staff who were not actively doing this had dirt on the people who were, so it really was best not to tangle with them. Thus a monster called Fergus Lowe was allowed to grow and grow until he was completely out of control (see post ‘Feet In Chains’)…
I mentioned in previous posts that Mary Wynch, at the time that she was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd, worked as a secretary in the famously dysfunctional Agriculture Dept at UCNW. I believe that Mary found out about something whilst she worked there that fired the paedophiles’ friends into action. My post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’ provides some details of the gross incompetence and farcical events in the Agri Dept as well as the bad atmosphere which prevailed under Prof J.B. Owen. Owen was responsible for much vindictiveness and wrongdoing, but as I remember, in 1981 Owen was still talked of as the ‘new man’ in that Dept. I don’t think that he was there when Dafydd opened fire on Mary. J.B. Owen I think had come from Aberdeen University, where he had been a geneticist. Owen had a sheep farm on Anglesey and I was told that his family provided the dosh that established the Agri Dept, but it was a case of him being called home in the aftermath of the Mary Wynch crisis rather than him being at the scene of the crime. I have no idea of who was Head of Dept before him, but I have spoken to people who said that the Dept was appalling before Owen ever returned to the cylch.
Historians have argued that in the 19th century, the Nonconformist church and the press worked very hard to reconstruct an image of Wales, in a Hobsbawmesque ‘invention of tradition’ way. I’m fairly sure that a similar process went on after the Mary Wynch case. I described how a flock of Nice Young Doctors and Angels arrived in north Wales in the face of the terrible publicity that Dafydd and Gwynne had brought to the region, but sadly the Nice Young Doctors and Angels just did the work of Dafydd and Gwynne with friendly smiles on their faces. It seemed to be pretty much the same phenomenon in the Agri Dept. Previous posts and comments have mentioned the ludicrous Gordon Farley, a lecturer in Agriculture who had to be removed as warden of a hall because of his habit of letting himself into the girls’ rooms and trying to grope them, getting pissed and gatecrashing student parties etc. Farley must have been about 60 and was widely regarded as an idiot, but he very obviously should not have been employed. He seemed to have only turned up at UCNW in 1980. I was told that Farley had been given the job at Bangor after a VSO project that he was working on was terminated – he still had time to run on his contract, so VSO gave him to UCNW as a free gift. Which suggests that VSO were certainly participating in some questionable practices. Like the Nice Young Docs, Farley was every bit as much of a liability as those who predated him.
Previous posts have mentioned Prof Richard Howarth, who, despite being a member of staff in the joke of an Agri Dept, bagged a job as an adviser to Thatcher. Howarth was an agricultural economist of a right-wing kind and for a few happy years, his star was high. He sunk without trace at about the time when Sir Peter Morrison, Thatcher’s mate and Minister who was abusing kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere, died. Howarth’s colleague Terry Thomas also found himself doing very well, until he too bit the dust, which eventually culminated in him suing Bangor University as the aggro between the two parties escalated (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Dirty deals on the basis of Morrison, Dafydd et al were so obviously being done all over the region, as well as within UCNW, but I have not discovered for certain what it was that Mary Wynch found out about that caused the Final Solution ie. the utilisation of Dafydd’s talents.
I can think of one possibility. Previous posts (eg. ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) have described how in July 1979, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon, the son of Lord Lloyd Kenyon, woke up in the Crest Hotel in Wrexham to discover that his clothes and property had been stolen – by a young man with whom he had been having sex the previous night. This boy, who was then two years below the legal age of consent and was in the care of the local authority, claimed at the Waterhouse Inquiry that Kenyon ‘had used him for sex on numerous occasions’. Kenyon reported the theft to the police and not only named the boy whom he believed had robbed him, but explained quite openly that they were having a sexual relationship.. Among the stolen items was a cache of explicit Polaroid photographs of Kenyon and the boy together. A note made by the boys’ social worker recorded that the North Wales Police were well aware of ‘homosexual activities’ between Kenyon and the boy. The matter was investigated and the outcome was that the boy was convicted of theft and sent to a detention centre. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was not charged with any offence.
An account of these events appeared on the website established by Richard Webster, ‘The Secret Of Bryn Estyn’. I note that the account has recently been amended. At present, the website states that Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon woke up in the Wrexham flat of Gary Cooke, where he had spent the previous night with a boy in the care of the local authority. The original account stated on the website stated that it was recorded upon the boy’s social work file that it was known by the North Wales Police that he was having a homosexual relationship with Tyrell-Kenyon. The original account stated that the photos were not recovered but the website is now stating that the photos were destroyed as a matter of course by the North Wales Police. If that was done, it will have been to destroy evidence, rather than to protect the dignity of the boy whom Tyrell-Kenyon was exploiting.
There seems to be a degree of uncertainly regarding precise details, but it would seem that Tyrell-Kenyon was definitely abusing a boy in care, that the North Wales Police and social services knew about this, that there was an incident in Wrexham which resulted in the boy being sent to a detention centre, that Tyrell-Kenyon was not charged and that the Waterhouse Inquiry received evidence about Tyrell-Kenyon’s conduct towards boys in care in north Wales.
Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died of HIV/AIDS in July 1993.
Thomas’s father, the 5th Baron Kenyon, was, among many other things, a JP, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, a Flintshire County Councillor, involved with the senior management of the NHS in north Wales from 1960 onward and was Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, 1974-78. Lord Kenyon was the most senior Freemason in north Wales. He died in the same year as his son. Lord Kenyon was also President of UCNW, 1947-82. Lord Kenyon was succeeded as President by paedophiles’ friend and indeed Ronnie Waterhouse’s friend Sir William Mars-Jones – at the time of the reconstruction of north Wales. Lord Kenyon didn’t die until 1993, so he probably did not step down as President out of infirmity or old age.
Lord Kenyon’s obituary stated that his achievements ‘included the improvement of agriculture and the health service in Wales’. Lord Kenyon was Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority whilst Dafydd and Gwynne were imprisoning the victims of the paedophile gang in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Perhaps it was Lord Kenyon who was responsible for the ‘new blood’ arriving in the NHS in north Wales at the time of the reconstruction – it wouldn’t matter how infectious the new blood was, no-one is allowed to say anything too critical about the NHS, so we can deduce very little from the comments about Lord Kenyon improving the NHS. Ysbyty Gwynedd opened in 1984, replacing the C&A Hospital. Ysbyty Gwynedd was dogged by problems from the day that it opened, which was hardly surprising because it was managed by the same old paedophiles’ friends who had already shown themselves to be incapable of managing anything. Ysbyty Glan Clwyd was opened in 1980 and everybody had a good laugh because both YG and YGC had exactly the same major construction problems within their buildings.
Regarding the belief that Lord Kenyon had improved agriculture in Wales. I wonder if this is a reference to the changing personnel in the Agri Dept in UCNW? As with the ‘improvements’ to the NHS in the region, there was very little difference ‘before’ and ‘after’ because the rot was so deep. Regarding changes in UCNW – in 1984, Eric Sunderland replaced Sir Charles Evans as Principal. As with the rest of the reconstruction of north Wales, Eric Sunderland seems to have been just as much as a paedophiles’ friend as his predecessor was, but he wasn’t as offensive or confrontational, so his role in maintaining the status quo wasn’t readily perceived for what it was (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’).
J.B. Owen’s status as a land owner on Anglesey almost certainly gave him influence over local authority matters. The local authority corruption on Anglesey is famous, there is a widespread belief that it cannot be surpassed. One Councillor went to prison, resumed office after he was released and then violently attacked a TV news crew on camera. He was not charged. Anglesey was the location of serious child abuse, both in the children’s homes and in foster families.
References to Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon abusing boys in care with impunity emerged in the public domain date in the late 1970s. Which was when Mary Wynch was banged up and subsequently ruined. Was it what Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – and others as well – were doing to kids in care that Mary Wynch found out about which incurred the wrath of Dafydd and the paedophiles? Dafydd and the paedophiles were running UCNW as well as a sex trafficking gang and the son of the UCNW President was enjoying the services that they provided. A spin-off was the tolerance of a seriously failing dysfunctional Agri Dept in UCNW and the elevation of one of those within to a position as a Gov’t adviser. Local farmers rolled around laughing at the Agri Dept, it was an atrocious advert for UCNW because the Dept’s farm went bankrupt. It was bailed out by UCNW and I was told that a few years later it went bankrupt again. And there was a member of that Dept advising Thatch on economics…
In 1983, amidst the reconstruction of the image of north Wales, Ron Davies was elected as MP for Caerphilly (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).
Back in the 1990s, ‘Private Eye’ gave Prof Richard Howarth sympathetic coverage, alleging that he was the Voice of Sense who had been forced out of Bangor. In those days, the agenda of the Eye was a rather conservative one and Ronnie Waterhouse’s mates such as Auberon Waugh dominated the magazine (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Bron took the piss with the best of them and came up trumps during the Thorpe scandal by standing against Thorpe in the 1979 General Election as the Dog Lover’s candidate in honour of Rinka, Norman’s Great Dane who had been killed by the hitman allegedly hired by Thorpe. However Bron was a reactionary old Tory and also wrote for the Torygraph and ‘The Spectator’, along with people like Charles Moore. Bron would never have wanted the role of Thatcher in the Westminster Paedophile Ring exposed. Bron et al enjoyed entertaining themselves with the notion that the Liberal Party were all a bit mad, what with beards and sandals and homosexuality and of course the GLC and the loony left provided a rich seam of mirth as well, but the one thing that no-one was going to publish was that Sir Peter Morrison and Norman St John Stevas were holding sex parties with children. The Eye published an article about Harvey Proctor, but Harvey Proctor did not have a sister who was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to HM Lilibet and he wasn’t friends with the Queen Mum. Which sadly was what made Morrison and St John Stevas untouchable.
Prince Charles was of course Chancellor of UCNW. He knew about the abuse of children in care in north Wales as well, because Alison Taylor wrote to him and received a reply from his office stating that he could not get involved (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Which is a little inconsistent with Charles’s oft stated intention that he will ‘get involved’. Anyone for homeopathy/organic farming/architecture/Poundbury?
Meanwhile up in north Wales witnesses were found being dead. At the time, I remember Sir Alastair Burnet’s shameless toadying in the ‘At Home With Charles and Di’ documentary that was broadcast when William and Harry were little. I think it was also Burnet who conducted the interview with Princess Anne regarding her work with ‘Save The Children’, during which HRH Princess Snap stated that she ‘didn’t particularly like children’. HRH Princess Snap had two of her own by then, which was probably why Burnet didn’t pursue that line of questioning further.
Ronnie Waterhouse’s best mate Sir Robin Day described Burnet as ‘the booster rocket that put ITN into orbit’. Burnet was educated at the Leys School, of which Trumpers’ husband Alan Barker became Headmaster. Burnet predated Barker, but Trumpers made a point of keeping influential old boys on side (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).
CRASH! Another road accident kills another witness.
For Christ’s sake, is this really going to be tolerated? Gwynne and Dafydd – the foundation stone in this pyramid; who on earth advised the Royal Household? Obviously the same person who let Jimmy Savile through the doors on a regular basis. The paedophiles’ friends are certainly not showing much loyalty, Brown’s dad was killed by them and he used to go to garden parties at Buck House and was Deputy Lieutenant for Somerset.
Viv Stanshall’s masterpiece ‘Sir Henry At Rawlinson End’ featured Sir Henry’s loyal wrinkled retainer, Old Scrotum. Dafydd seems to have played a similar role in relation to the Royal Family.
In Feb 1991, the month after I had been released from Springfield Hospital having been forced out of my job and was facing serious charges on the basis of statements by Tony and Sadie Francis which their own lawyers knew were untrue (see post ‘The Sordid Role of Sir Robert Francis QC’), HM Lilibet knighted Peter Morrison.
Interestingly enough, Jeremy Thorpe’s second wife Marion had previously been married to the 7th Earl of Harewood, Lilibet’s cousin. Jeremy boasted that he had slept with both Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon.
God you are pathetic D.G.E. Wood. About as pathetic as Lord Asa fucking Briggs, who couldn’t cope with a student protest but facilitated a paedophile ring (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’). I’ll put in an order for a vat of red paint. Or just a very big tank of slurry.
Bring up the bodies and let the world face up to what went on.
‘Edmund – Who Is Queen?’
‘Ludwig Is A Master Of Disguise. Nursey Is An Insane Old Woman With An Udder Fixation.’
Michael and His Radical Conscience:
Risley Remand Centre, 1981. A lot of the prisoners were the victims of a sex trafficking gang and they had been fitted up:
No. of suicides
Date of incident
Cause of death (Inquest verdict)
Strangulation due to hanging
Asphyxia due to hanging
Wound to abdomen by scissors
Asphyxia due to hanging
Asphyxia due to hanging
Asphyxia due to hanging
Asphyxia due to hanging
Asphyxia due to hanging
Asphyxia due to hanging
Asphyxia due to hanging
Broken neck due to hanging
Asphyxia due to hanging
Asphyxia due to hanging
Death by hanging
Things did not get any better – I invite readers to take a look at the mortality figures and inspection reports for Risley, even up until 2016.
‘Shut Your Mouth About DA.’
‘We didn’t know.’
Lord Kenyon and the agriculture connection explains why William Waldegrave, who had served the paedophiles’ friends so well when he was Secretary of State for Health (Nov 1990-April 1992, neatly spanning the time when I and two other witnesses had our careers ruined and the mountain of crap in north Wales and at St George’s Hospital Medical School was concealed), was installed as John Major’s Minister for MAFF, 20 July 1994-5 July 1995. Waldegrave’s time at MAFF covered the Time of Great Panic, as the Jillings Investigation took place, as the allegations of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving those at the very top of society just would not go away and as there was panic and musical chairs at the top of the Welsh Office, culminating in the lies being told about Dafydd’s retirement and the closure of the North Wales Hospital (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).
Matt Arnold, the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’ on 9 June 1994. The trial of Peter Howarth – Arnold’s longstanding friend and colleague at Bryn Estyn – for multiple counts of sexual assault on boys at Bryn Estyn opened on 13 June 1994 (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).
On 5 July 1995, Douglas Hogg succeeded Waldegrave at MAFF. Hogg had previously been a Minister in the Home Office, 1986-88, whilst Home Secretary Douglas Hurd colluded with the criminality of Dafydd et al (see posts ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Additional Security Measures’). Hogg is the barrister son of Lord Hailsham aka Quintin Hogg who had spent a whole career in many different roles covering up for the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in a previous generation (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), despite telling the Wolfenden Committee – which resulted in the 1957 Wolfenden Report – that ‘The instinct of mankind to describe homosexual acts as unnatural is not based on mere prejudice’ and that homosexuals were ‘corrupting’ and ‘a proselytising religion’. But then Dafydd and Gwynne subjected gay people to ‘aversion therapy’ years after homosexuality had been decriminalised whilst they trafficked boys (and girls) into the sex industry.
Bing Spear, the corrupt mandarin who was the Home Office Drugs Branch Chief Inspector (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’) and ensured that Dafydd continued to prescribe ‘anything that you want, anything at all’, died on 9 July 1995. Peter Morrison was found dead on 13 July 1995. See post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’.
Another two problems solved. Now John Major just had to deal with the surviving witnesses in north Wales, most of whom were former kids in care, mental health patients or prisoners. Thus mental health services in north Wales were allowed to collapse as described in previous posts and scores of patients became destitute or died. Cue Ronnie Waterhouse and his Inquiry.
The Lord Hague of Richmond
In my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ I provided details of Ceryl Wyn Davies, the serial sex offender who was nonetheless given the job as Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School, Blaenau Ffestiniog, only to offend against his pupils once more and who was imprisoned again in 1986. Ioan Bowen Rees, the then Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, maintained that the Council had not known about Ceryl’s earlier conviction. I suspected that Ioan and many other people would have known about it, because Blaenau is a small place and Ceryl Wyn had grown up there along with most of the rest of the town. Ceryl Wyn served a prison sentence for child sex offences in 1964. In 1968 he was a member of the Ffestiniog Eisteddfod Youth Committee. I have now received further information about Ceryl Wyn from someone who made a civil claim against Gwynedd County Council after they discovered that Gwynedd knew about Ceryl’s past offending but still employed him to work with children.
Ceryl Wyn was born in 1938 in Tanygrisiau. He married his wife in Pwllheli in 1970. Ceryl Wyn was first jailed in 1964 by Holyhead Magistrates for indecently assaulting his pupils – he was living in Holyhead at the time. In 1970 Ceryl Wyn moved back to Blaenau with his wife, where they brought the house that they still live in today.
Ceryl Wyn was honoured by the Gorsedd of the Bards at the National Eisteddfod at Denbigh in 2001. His entry reads:
‘Ceryl Wynne Davies, Blaenau Ffestiniog, educated in Ysgol Rhemadeg Ffestiniog and in Normal College Bangor. The author of dramas and was equal first in the competition to write a short play in the Eisteddfod in Barri and Fflint. Broadcaster, producer, presenter, committee member and a lay preacher. Has been a teacher and school headmaster and at present is the managing editor/publisher of Dolgellau’s weekly local newspaper Y Dydd.’
Ceryl Wyn taught in three other primary schools before he was appointed Head of Ysgol Tanygrisiau in 1978. There were many complaints about his conduct at each school. Gwynedd County Council’s response was to move Ceryl onto another school. One of Ceryl’s own parents was a County Councillor, whose remit was either Education or Children’s Social Services. My correspondent was told by her solicitor that after Ceryl was released from his second prison sentence, he lectured at a college and was then employed again by Gwynedd County Council.
Ceryl Wyn has starred on S4C and in 1977 he published a book of Welsh prose with Gwasg Gomer. For many years he judged children’s beauty competitions and I am told that one child who was entered for one such competition was the offspring of a woman who is employed by Gwynedd Social Services who is well-aware of Mr Davies’s previous offending.
I have been sent copies of correspondence between a resident of Blaenau and Christine James of the National Eisteddfod, with regard to the Blaenau resident stating her concern that a serial child sex offender should have been honoured at the Eisteddfod. Christine James makes all the right noises about protecting children and being shocked and disgusted but maintains that Ceryl slipped through the net. Ms James was told that Ceryl seems to have slipped through a great many nets. The Blaenau resident asked who proposed and seconded Mr Davies for membership of the Gorsedd. Christine James replied that she didn’t know – the administrator concerned is now dead and there are no records identifying those who recommended Mr Davies.
Under no circumstances do I think that Mr Davies should be subjected to vigilante action and I think that it says a lot for Blaenau that he has been allowed to live in their community and hasn’t been subjected to a baying mob. Neither do I think that his books, dramas, poetry, recordings etc should be wiped off the face of the earth – if he is a talented writer (or even an untalented writer), of course people should be allowed to enjoy his work. I was of the opinion that it was rather pointless of the BBC to refuse to allow the many clips of Jimmy Savile to be shown again. It was the BBC who concealed Savile’s offending for decades, as well as the NHS of course. That can’t be undone by not allowing access to archive footage. A member of my Welsh class complained about there being a reference to Rolf Harris in one of our WLPAN books – I couldn’t understand the problem myself, Rolf Harris’s crimes aren’t going to be undone if Welsh learners are protected from the mention of his name.
However, Gwynedd County Council were negligent in the extreme with regard to employing Mr Davies in the wake of his record of offending and there is a strong stench of nepotism and corruption surrounding his employment.
I note that with regard to Mr Davies’s 1986 conviction and imprisonment, Mr Davies was suspended from his job as Head of Ysgol Tanygrisiau before the trial. HTV announced his suspension in a news report on 29 Oct 1985. Some three months before, I had made complaint to Gwynedd Health Authority about the mental health services. By Oct 1985, Tony Francis had contacted the BMA and the managers of Gwynedd Health Authority, maintaining that I was mad and dangerous and that this was demonstrated by my ‘delusions’ concerning Gwynne the lobotomist. As matters escalated over the following years, it was Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, who, in collaboration with Lucille Hughes the Director of Gwynedd Social Services, made a number of attempts to frame me and have me imprisoned. All this happened whilst Ioan Bowen Rees, who allowed Ceryl Wyn to ‘slip through the net’ and who was remarkably forgiving towards Ceryl when he was released from prison, was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council.
A paedophile ring operated in Gwynedd Social Services whilst Bowen Rees was Chief Exec. Bowen Rees’s staff and their colleagues in the NHS and Welsh Office stopped at nothing over the a period of many years in their attempts to imprison me. Not because I’d complained about Ceryl Wyn – I’d never heard of him – but because I had complained about Mr Big who had been running the trafficking gang for decades.
Ioan and his henchmen never lost sight of me or indeed my friends. We were threatened, harassed, driven out of our jobs and on occasions physically attacked, even when we were not living in Wales. However did Ioan manage to take his eye off the ball re Ceryl Wyn who lived in the same house in Blaenau and who worked for Gwynedd County Council for decades?
In 2000 I was told that the National Eisteddfod had been left red-faced after it was discovered that the man who had been responsible for running the children’s nursery one year was a convicted child sex offender from Kent.
In 2009 the National Eisteddfod was held at Bala and someone I knew arranged to go there with me and give me a lift. This person was a rather promiscuous gay and it was a while before I realised that he was actually quite busy on what was effectively a rent boy scene among Welsh celebrity circles. (That’s how I found out that Max Boyce was gay.) One of his many associates was a man whom I called the Foul Mouthed Harpist, a high profile award winning harpist based in north Wales, who behind his public image was an unhappy and very bad tempered man. People quipped that I was in no position to label someone ‘foul mouthed’ but the Foul Mouthed Harpist was a far greater offender than me. Brown observed that the ‘Foul Mouthed Harpist’ sounded like a character off The Fast Show and the name stuck. As we arrived at the Eisteddfod, we bumped into the Foul Mouthed Harpist, who was equipped with his harp because he was due to play at the Eisteddfod. Some twenty minutes later, my companion disappeared without notice and I spent two hours wandering around the Eisteddfod before he reappeared. It transpired that he had managed to have sex with the Foul Mouthed Harpist somewhere at the Eisteddfod. God knows where, perhaps behind the Pafiliwn, whilst the Bard was being crowned.
Gordon Bennett – and here she is with her harp:
And here’s her daughter-in-law, Royal Harpist to Prince Charles, or Carlo as that well-known Republican Dafydd Iwan calls him:
Yma O Bloody Hyd.
I don’t mind the harp playing, or even the gay sex at the Eisteddfod – although I can only hope that the Foul Mouthed Harpist and his partner didn’t do it in the streets and frighten the horses – but I do mind the hypocrisy, the corruption and the fact that someone tried to murder Brown and did murder one of my closest friends, whilst everybody wailed ‘we didn’t know’.
You did know, so don’t insult the memory of those who were found dead by telling us all that you are ‘shocked and disgusted’, that ‘safeguarding’ is a priority and that elderly sex offenders are now being ‘held to account’ and that ‘justice will be done’. Justice can never be done, the victims are dead, they died in full public view whilst screaming for help and that will never be altered, no matter how many geriatric sex offenders are imprisoned.
Many of the paedophiles’ friends made much of their involvement in political activism, including in anti-apartheid/anti-discrimination activities. Abel Meeropol aka Lewis Allan wrote the poem ‘Strange Fruit’ after being inspired by this photo of the lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith, Aug 1930:
Save your apologies, just accept that none of you have the right to hold positions of responsibility or play a part in public life any longer, yet alone comment on the solutions to societal ills. As the Foul Mouthed Harpist would say, just fuck off.
A few more local sinners past and present:
John Sims, the CPN and ‘substance abuse specialist’ who was wheeled out as the NW Wales NHS Trust’s answer to service user involvement and published on the sterling work that the Trust was doing in this area. John Sims was treated appallingly by the criminals and psychopaths with whom he worked but in the face of Operation Pallial he joined forces with them. Mr Sims has been trying to find out where I am now living. John Sims lived just down the road from me when I lived at Llandwrog, but I didn’t realise it. Whether he was responsible for the offensive anonymous notes left on my windscreen and through my letter-box accusing me of various trivial offences I do not know – someone else told me that they thought it was probably the work of an Angel who lived nearby, so she was the prime suspect, but I had no idea that John lived in the village as well.
Ken and Barbara Moulton, the owners of the Gazelle Hotel in the 1980s, a favourite watering hole of the Top Docs. Ken regularly exposed himself to the school girls who worked as waitresses there, Barbara was a former porn queen and the photos were circulating around Anglesey. The Top Docs knew about this. All staff were systematically short-changed on pay day and the only person who ever received the money that was owed to them was the daughter of Terry Maxwell, the corrupt Top Doc who was later Clinical Director of the Ysbyty Gwynedd. I wonder how Maxwell extracted the dosh out of Ken and Barbara because no-one else managed to. When I asked for the money that I was owed, Ken violently assaulted the friend who was with me at the time – in front of a restaurant full of diners, some of whom walked out in sympathy with us when they realised what was happening. The assault on my friend at the Gazelle Hotel was used as evidence of my insanity and aggression by Tony Francis. D.G.E. Wood knew the truth of the matter, because one of his tenants was a student who had also been targeted by Ken and Barbara. When I went to the Bangor CAB for advice, the CAB refused to get involved on the grounds that I had assaulted Ken and Barbara – the police were ready and waiting to charge me should I pursue the matter of the money owed to me by Ken and Barbara. Lucille Hughes has been involved with the senior management of the CAB in Wales for years.
Barbara’s ex-husband was a senior police officer in the Greater Manchester Police and was a regular at the Gazelle.
Barbara and Ken were known to be swindling other local businesses on a huge scale. One of the full-time staff was an Angel who preferred to work as a waitress because of the serious wrongdoing in the NHS in north Wales. I was friendly with this Angel and Wood and Liz Stables knew that. The Angel had a daughter who was nearly killed in a car accident when she was 18 – as a girl of 10 or so she had often stayed overnight at the Gazelle when her mum worked late shifts there. The Angel-turned-waitress warned Ken about his conduct with teenagers and made it clear that what he was doing was unacceptable and that he was running the risk of prosecution if someone complained. Liz Stables blamed the Angel herself – who had worked with Liz at the C&A Hospital – stating that Liz should not be working at the Gazelle if that sort of thing was going on. Unlike Liz, who was working with the sex traffickers whom the Angel was so desperate to avoid that she’d left nursing. Liz’s son Gareth was never nearly killed in a car crash. Gareth Stables bagged a place at medical school and is now a Top Doctor in Leicester.
Another summer waiter at the Gazelle was a medical student from Cardiff. He is probably one of those Top Docs who is avoiding jobs in north Wales like the plague.
Meanwhile, Top Docs have announced that they have found the cure for cancer three or four times over the last two days or so. Well there’s a surprise.
I’ve now written so many posts for this blog that it has become clear from recent e mails that some readers are unaware of the content of earlier posts. So now that I have blogged about the extremes of the horror that was happening to people in north Wales at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles, I’d like to once more draw attention to someone whom I blogged about months ago, who worked in the charnel house that was Gwynedd Social Services in 1973 – Ann Coffey, who since 1992, has been the Labour MP for Stockport. Ann qualified as a teacher among paedophiles’ friends, as a psychiatric social worker among paedophiles’ friends and worked in just about every Council that had a serious problem with the organised abuse of children and mental health patients.
Coffey is the Chair of the All Party Parliamentary Group for Runaway and Missing Children and Adults. In Oct 2014, Coffey published an ‘independent landmark report’: ‘Real Voices – Child Sexual exploitation in Greater Manchester,’ commissioned by the Greater Manchester Police and Crime Commissioner in the wake of the Rochdale child sexual abuse scandal. After this, Coffey launched a successful campaign to banish all references to ‘child prostitution’ from UK legislation. She also tabled a series of amendments to the Serious Crime Bill in 2015 to remove all references to child prostitution. She received support from all parties and eventually the Gov’t agreed to her proposal and tabled an amendment to substitute all references to ‘child prostitution’ with ‘child sexual exploitation’.
In 2017 Coffey wrote a follow up report: ‘Real Voices –Are They Being Heard?’ which looked at improvements made by the police and other agencies in tackling child sexual exploitation since 2014. Coffey concluded that ‘Better training and awareness amongst the police and the public had led to significant increases in reporting offences, identification of victims and offenders and intelligence tip-offs’.
Coffey went on to conduct a high profile campaign against the criminal exploitation of children. The APPG published a report in July 2017 on children who go missing and are exploited by gangs to sell drugs. Coffey particularly focused on the use of vulnerable children and young people in County Lines drugs operations, where children are groomed by criminals and forced to transport and supply drugs from one area to another.
In January 2018, Coffey conducted an independent survey of all 45 police forces asking if there had been an increase in violence connected to County Lines. Coffey campaigned for the children used and trapped in County Lines to be seen as victims, not criminals and for early interventions by agencies to prevent them becoming ’embedded in gangs’. She also called for more use of the human trafficking and slavery laws.
Together with Margaret Hodge, Coffey submitted a letter to the Parliamentary Labour Party Chairman requesting a vote on a motion of no confidence in Jeremy Corbyn, on 25 June 2016, two days after Britain voted to leave the European Union.
Coffey is married to Peter Saraga, a physicist and engineer, who is a visiting Professor at Imperial and who was Vice-Chairman of the Council of Sussex University, 2005-11. So Saraga knew the rather grander paedophiles’ friends who concealed the crimes of his wife and her colleagues.
As ever, no-one has woken up and smelt the Coffey.
Here’s Hercules battling the Hydra at the southern entrance to the Imperial Palace in Vienna:
The first line of Wilfred Owen’s famous poem was of course:
‘What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?’
Shirley Williams was one of those who knew that in north Wales, young people were dying as cattle at the hands of a sex trafficking ring – at least she did by the time that she was Secretary of State for Education and Science under PM Jim Callaghan, 1976-79 – but like so many others, she ignored it. Shirl later got into bed with (so to speak) Dr Death, who was an accomplice of some of the Top Docs who were facilitating the crime in north Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’). Dr Death was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1996-09, Dafydd’s old alma mater, whilst that institution still employed a great many people who were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles. Shirl’s subsequent political bedfellow was David Steel, someone who was told what Cyril Smith was doing to boys in Rochdale, but who dismissed it as a matter of Cyril having merely ‘spanked a few bottoms’. I have recently discovered that one reason why the lid was kept on Cyril’s crimes when it was very nearly blown off in a very big way was that George Carman QC ensured that Smith’s activities were published nowhere else but in an alternative paper in Rochdale, because the trial of Jeremy Thorpe was approaching and the wagon would have come off the rails completely if Smith’s sex offending had become known to the wider public. One of George Carman’s pupils was a Tony Blair and a young barrister called Cherie Booth also worked in Carman’s chambers.
Jeremy Thorpe was the leader of the Liberal Party. After Jo Grimond was for a brief time caretaker leader when Thorpe stood down after even the Liberals realised that he had become too much, David Steel succeeded Thorpe as leader in 1976-88. It was Steel who memorably told the foot soldiers of the Liberal Party to ‘go home to your constituencies and prepare for government’ in 1981. A phrase which became the subject of as much piss-taking as Dr Death’s aspirations to ‘break the mould of politics’. Dr Death had been a member of Callaghan’s Cabinet along with Shirl.
Shirl has spent her entire life dining out on her mother being Vera Brittain, who wrote about her friends being wiped out whilst still young in WWI…
When Shirl refused Dafydd Wigley’s 1979 request to hold an inquiry into the mismanagement of UCNW (Bangor University) under paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans whilst she was Education Secretary, UCNW was facilitating the crimes of Dafydd et al. The most unfortunate of Dafydd’s victims were at that time dying as cattle in the slaughter house which was Risley Remand Centre. The cattle continued dying in spite of questions in the House regarding the number of deaths at Risley (see post ‘Include Me Out’).
Politicians of all hues knew what was going on in north Wales and at Risley and concealed it. I have blogged extensively about how it was common knowledge in Parliament that Thatch’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison was one of those abusing kids in care in north Wales and that Thatcher herself was told this. It would seem that not only did Thatcher’s Gov’t conceal and collude with the crimes of Dafydd et al, but that the Tories assisted in the growth of the sex trafficking gang.
Yesterday I received a number of e mails in response to my recent posts. I have been told that ‘probably around 1984’, Lucille Hughes was given paid leave by Gwynedd County Council to tour around Europe with Lady Olga Maitland no less and was away ‘for at least a month’. No explanation was given and the few people who dared to ask questions were told to keep their noses out. In 1983, Lady Olga Maitland established ‘Women and Families For Defence’, a campaigning group set up by the Tories because of their concerns in the face of the support which the Greenham Common protesters were receiving. It was a party political project, yet Olga Maitland was assisted by Ann Widdecombe, another high Tory but who had not yet been elected to the Commons, who was given secret funding and support from her employers, the University of London. Widdecombe was pals with the Anglesey Conservative Association, although she had turned down their offer to be their Tory candidate in favour of what she thought was a better deal from another constituency (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’). Widdecombe was a high profile anti-abortion campaigner and it seemed to be this that was the reason for the love-in between her and the Anglesey Tories.
At the time that Lucille undertook her Grand European Tour with Olga, Gwynedd County Council was led by Plaid and the Chief Exec was Ioan Bowen Rees, an adviser to Dafydd Wigley, the Plaid MP for Caernarfon. Under Bowen Rees, Gwynedd County Council acquired the reputation of having built ‘fortress Gwynedd’, with the Council prioritising issues of language and nationality, accompanied by a degree of overtly anti-English rhetoric.
A recent e mail told me that local people were so reluctant to allow their children to be taken ‘into care’ by Gwynedd that an underground fostering system had grown up among extended families. This was something that I noticed when I was a student. I presumed that it was a consequence of particularly helpful relatives, although I was told about the appalling social workers who did not give a damn about those in their care and I heard a lot about ‘cruelty’ to kids in care.
By the time that Lucille was touring Europe with Lady Olga Maitland, there had been many formal complaints about the abuse of children in care in north Wales and Mary Wynch had begun legal action against Dafydd et al. It was in 1985 that Mary’s case came before Lord Donaldson, the Master of the Rolls. The Welsh Office had colluded with the abuse of children in north Wales and knew that Gwynedd Health Authority was in such serious debt and chaos – by 1989 the Welsh Office had sent a hit squad of management consultants in (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’). In 1984, Brown and I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist to the University authorities and had received threats from Dr D.G.E. Wood, but I had not yet contacted MPs – but I did write to the GMC. It was in the first part of 1984 that the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Eric Sunderland took over from Top Doc and long-standing paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans as Principal of UCNW (see posts ‘Feet In Chains’ and ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).
The Secretary of State for Wales was Nicholas Edwards and his gofer was Wyn – later Lord Wyn – Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). It was in the summer of 1984 that the Octagon nightclub opened in Bangor, which immediately became a venue for the trafficking of the kids in care and the flogging of class A drugs on a scale previously unseen in the region (see post ‘Are You Local?’).
John Allen owned a villa in the south of France to which boys in care from north Wales were taken ‘for holidays’. Kids in care in north Wales were also taken to Amsterdam where they were sold for sex. Dafydd was holding ‘clinics’ in the south of France.
Ron Davies was elected as the Labour MP for Caerphilly in 1983. Ron had previously been an adviser to Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority, the organisation that concealed the sex offences of John Owen against his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’).
Olga Maitland was subsequently elected as a Tory MP for Sutton and Cheam, but that wasn’t until 1992. When she was enjoying herself in Europe with Dafydd’s mistress, Olga was a journo for the ‘Sunday Express’, edited by the odious John Junor, who was a mate of George Carman QC, who knew what was happening in north Wales. Olga Maitland was married to barrister Robin Hay, who became a Crown Court Recorder.
No wonder no-one helped those of us in north Wales who were being threatened, harassed, fitted up for crimes – or who saw our friends murdered. Dafydd and Lucille were overtly assisted with developing their international people trafficking ring as long ago as the mid-80s by Thatcher’s Gov’t.
Anyone fancy telling us that ‘you didn’t know’ now? By 1984 I had told people – including Dr D.G.E. Wood – repeatedly that someone had threatened to murder Brown. I was ignored. That person subsequently tried to fracture Brown’s skull in the middle of Nottingham in broad daylight.
Anyone for law n order or getting tough on criminals? People died you fucking idiots, they died.
It was in 1983-84 that Brown and I started finding ourselves surrounded by some rather odd people who caused us a lot of bother. There were the two people whom Brown met when he replied to adverts in the ‘New Statesman’ offering work, just at the time when Wood et al knew that Brown was living with me on Anglesey and was scanning the adverts in the ‘New Statesman’ for part-time work opportunities. My post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ discussed the insane and offensive Leslie Gore, a therapist living near Llangollen who worked as a part-time alcohol counsellor at the North Wales Hospital no less. Hot on the heels of Leslie Gore came Naomi Grunfeld, a teacher in the Orthodox Jewish school in north London, who had placed an advert in the ‘New Statesman’ claiming to be a post-graduate student with ‘writer’s block’ in need of extra tuition. It became clear that not only was Naomi nuts, but that she wanted Brown to actually do her MA for her. Brown noticed that Naomi seemed to have acquired her first degree as a result of someone else doing the work. Naomi was a student at Strawberry Hill College, Twickenham and the college seemed to know exactly what was going on.
Brown observed that Naomi’s advert should really have been in the lonely hearts column. The others in our house were greatly entertained by Naomi’s hot pursuit of Brown, particularly when four letters arrived in one day for him and when she started ringing the telephone box down the road asking the local teenagers who answered to go and find him. Brown escaped from Naomi by telling her that he was going abroad and was due to leave for Bristol airport. Naomi demanded a Bristol address, so Brown said ’10, Clifton Road’. Clifton was the area of Bristol where the Top Doctors hung out, so presumably one of Wood’s criminal colleagues received a few dozen crazy letters from Naomi. We didn’t realise that they were a load of sex traffickers at that time, so let’s hope Naomi gave them hell.
Then a few years later there was Diane Foxhills, who surpassed even Naomi, let herself into Brown’s house and was waiting in his bed for him.
MI5: all Brown wanted to do was to get on with his writing and avoid people who were trying to murder him. When he got so fed up of Diane that he actually told her to fuck off and get out of his face, he meant it. So that must have been why, a few years later, when he thought that the coast was clear, you sent Shar along. Who it transpired was not only mad but a member of the BNP, with a long-lost adult son who was in Combat 18. Then a few years after that, there was Emma, who precipitated what was probably a heart-attack in Brown. Not that it was ever diagnosed, because as you knew damn well, by then it was no longer safe for Brown or me to go near a Top Doctor, but Brown knows the symptoms of a heart-attack as well as the average stupid, negligent Top Doctor does. Then there was the vicious Denise Baker McLearns who moved in next to me at Llanllechid and spent the next few years harassing me and spreading vicious rumours about me. Then there was Donna Morgan, who moved into my place as a lodger, knew social workers from Conwy County Council, bounced a £500 rent cheque on me, stole everything of any value from my house, made an allegiance with Denise Baker McLearns and left me a letter telling me not to go to the police because she would tell them that I was a danger to children and Denise would ‘vouch for her’. I went to the police, who refused to tell me where Donna Morgan was living, on the grounds that she was under police protection after her ex-boyfriend had threatened her. That was the ex-boyfriend whom she had also threatened to set on me, a gangster from Llandudno, the mention of who’s name was supposed to have me shaking in my boots, but it didn’t because I didn’t know any gangsters from Llandudno. Although I do now, obviously. The gangsters in question were a family called Hogan.
As a treat, Donna Morgan made allegations about one of my neighbours, who had given her lifts and brought her son clothes and toys whilst Donna pleaded poverty. Years later I was told that she had made a false rape allegation against an innocent man who was only cleared after he’d been arrested and held in custody. But then Donna Morgan was shagging a number of officers in the North Wales Police, whom it would seem were, in return, happy to arrest targets of the paedophile gang at whom she pointed the finger.
Wouldn’t it have just been easier to have arrested Dafydd and Lucille and stopped the international people trafficking gang? The security services seem to have spent much time and money behaving like fuckwits and trying to get rid of Brown and me, but Dafydd and Lucille are still sitting in north Wales running CAIS. They’re probably surrounded by undercover officers ‘gathering intelligence’, but the one thing that no-one will do is put Dafydd and Lucille out of action…
We were initially targeted in 1983. Whatever MI5 were doing, they were definitely not stopping that trafficking gang.
Another reader of this blog has told me that David Bailey Hughes was the officer in charge at Y Gwyngyll, the children’s home in Llanfairpwll, when it was in meltdown and that the kids ‘were running wild, never going to school and being treated for genital lice’. It was the chaos at Y Gwyngyll which forced Bowen Rees to hold an ‘investigation’ – Bowen Rees called in his old mates from Dyfed County Council, where he had previously been County Secretary, to conduct the investigation… For info on the happenings at Y Gwyngyll and some of the people involved, see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’.
Despite allegations of sexual abuse against Bailey Hughes – some of which stemmed from his time as a care officer at Ty’r Felin – he was subsequently given responsibility for Gwynedd County Council’s new fostering and adoption service, which was set up after Alison Taylor’s dismissal at Cartref Bontnewydd. The dreadful Malcolm John, ‘senior tutor in social work’ at Bangor University, moonlighted for years as a ‘consultant’ for this ‘service’, without the knowledge of Bangor University, who did suspect that he had another job somewhere because he was so infrequently in the university (see post ‘Local Accessories’). There were many people at Bangor who were at their wits end with regard to Malcolm John, but they were being undermined by the toxic Lyn Meadows, the HR Director and paedophiles’ friend who now sits on the Betsi Board. I was told that one Professor who had tried to protect other staff from Malcolm John’s dreadful conduct was threatened with disciplinary action for ‘bullying’ from Meadows.
My correspondent informed me that the paedophiles’ friends setting up shop at Cartref Bontnewydd forced the closure of at least one fostering and adoption service in the area that had been running for decades.
I have been told that at least one girl of 14 in the care of Gwynedd County Council was given oral contraception without her step-mother’s knowledge, although this teenager did not have a boyfriend and had not shown much interest in acquiring one. My correspondent suggests that girls ‘were being prepared for action on the sly’. This was rather the impression that I formed as a result of my encounters with the Top Doctors. OK I wasn’t 14, but all any of them wanted to do was talk to me about sex and my ‘boyfriend’. I too was spontaneously offered advice on contraception. QUE??? I was a grown-up who was quite capable of deciding such matters for myself and at no time did I ever enter those consulting rooms seeking advice on sexual problems. Other mental health patients I spoke to had similar experiences. It was suggested to me the other day that perhaps the Top Docs had gained the wrong impression because I used to sport black nail varnish, coloured hair etc. For God’s sake, I was in my 20s and furthermore if I’d gone in there wearing a burkha I’d have been met with the same response. They were trafficking young people into prostitution – Dafydd et al even targeted boys of 11, did they ‘ask for it’?
My post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ mentioned that supply of nice young doctors who arrived in north Wales in the 1980s when Gwynne and Dafydd were becoming excruciatingly embarrassing. Those of us who had complained were then referred to the nice young doctors – who sadly were assisting the old gropers, but had better manners and concealed their activities more effectively. One such nice young doctor was Tony Francis, another was Dr Lyndon Miles.
Since mentioning Lyndon in my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’, I have received an e mail from someone who raised concerns about Dafydd and the paedophiles who’s health was subsequently ruined by one Lyndon Miles, who had seemed such a nice man. I had similar experiences. After confronting Gwynne and Dafydd, I encountered years of Top Doctors – not just in north Wales – whom I did not complain about and who were charm itself to me. When I finally accessed my medical notes, I read what they had written to third parties about me without my knowledge and it was pure poison. Other patients who dared complain had the same experience. One man in north Wales who had as much crap as I did from the Top Doctors described them as a ‘cartel’. Which pretty much sums it up. This was an extensive network of corrupt professional people involved in serious organised crime who were assisted by corrupt police officers and members of the security services.
Here’s someone else who, at the beginning of his career, exploited his status as a Nice Young Doctor:
The Lord Owen
Dr D.G.E. Wood really loved Dr Death. Wood said to me ‘Owen’s got guts’. I responded by telling Wood that nevertheless he didn’t have any seats.
Dr Death, a friend of people traffickers!
Here’s a reminder of days of yore:
“Decisively Throw Out the Wang-Zhang-Jiang-Yao Anti-Party Clique!”
In my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ I mentioned that Lyndon worked in the Student Health Centre at Bangor and knew exactly what Wood, Gwynne etc were doing, but colluded with them. There was another Nice Young Doctor who rolled up at the Student Health Centre in about 1984 as well, whom distressed students were urged to meet as an alternative to Gwynne the lobotomist – Dr Chris Tilsen. Dr Tilsen, like Dr Miles, didn’t cause the sort of disasters that Gwynne did, but Dr Tilsen knew what was happening…
I did know of one student house who’s inhabitants had a bad experience with Dr Tilsen. One of the boys in the house caught measles and his girlfriend rang the GP – Dr Tilsen. Tilsen initially refused to go out to see him, but because his girlfriend grovelled, a rather bad-tempered Tilsen subsequently arrived, took a look at the ailing student and said ‘he’s got measles, what’s the problem?’ When our friends told us about this, I mentioned that measles can cause deafness and Brown observed that it can occasionally result in death. Our friend didn’t die of measles, but this was the sort of response that local people received from the Top Doctors. They really were very often not that helpful. Furthermore they all knew that people were living in severe poverty, that the ‘services’ were rife with corruption and that the infrastructure of the whole region was being utilised by a sex trafficking gang.
I was told some years ago that Dr Tilsen’s wife Amanda was an Angel who worked at the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University and was very unpopular among her Angel colleagues. That doesn’t say anything about Amanda Tilsen, because nearly everyone in that School was previously employed by the corrupt regional NHS and they spent their whole lives in a state of civil war with each other.
‘We didn’t know.’
Yes you did.
There seemed to be a push in the mid-80s to conceal the damage being done by Dafydd and co. As well as all those Nice Young Doctors, the Student Health Centre employed Liz Stables as an Angel (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), who made friends with all those students who had complained, pumped them for info and reported back to the Top Docs, who then shafted us all. Liz was a friend of Dafydd. Liz replaced a crotchety old bat who was worthy of a prize in ‘Viz’ magazine’s ‘insincere smiles’ feature, who had been employed as the Angel up there for eons, but I can’t remember her name. She was so unpleasant that I refused to have anything to do with her, so Liz was sent in my direction.
I mentioned in a previous post that witnesses who gave evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry, as well as those people who worked for the Inquiry, were granted immunity from prosecution, which I suspect is why those who ran the paedophile gang such as Lucille agreed to give evidence. None of the witnesses can now be prosecuted for abusing those kids. I have been told that the Attorney General – Sir Nicholas Lyell – did grant the immunity but excluded perjury and perverting the course of justice. Therefore, if Waterhouse and co had not constrained themselves, any number of people could have been referred for prosecution. One such person I am told would have been social worker Mari Roberts, who lied in her evidence to the Inquiry (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’).
The temporary immunity should not have stopped the North Wales Police investigating the evidence that emerged of abuse, of widespread conspiracy, of perverting the course of justice and of misconduct in public office. Documents in my possession also contain ample evidence of these matters.
I have received more info regarding Ceryl Wyn Davies, the serial child sex offender defended by Ronnie Waterhouse’s mate Emlyn Hooson QC – another one of David Steel’s colleagues – who was given a job as Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School at Blaenau Ffestiniog by Gwynedd County Council, despite his previous imprisonment for molesting children (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). I have been told that there were many complaints about Ceryl Wyn which were ignored and it is alleged that he had a family member on the Council who afforded him protection. My correspondent has promised me more information, so once I receive that I’ll blog further.
In my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ I mentioned that it was Cartrefle College in Wrexham – which later became NEWI and then Glyndwr University – who assessed the members of the paedophile gang as being suitable to qualify as social workers. I received information from someone who told me that standards at Cartrefle were appalling and that in the early 1980s at least, Cartrefle had a hotline to Lucille Hughes and Nefyn Dodd and were passing on inappropriate info about students to them, with a view to identifying potential whistleblowers. Cartfrefle qualifications were verified by the University of Salford. Salford University knew that there was serious abuse of children in care in north Wales, because one of their own students on placement reported it to them. He was withdrawn from the placement and his evidence was dismissed by Ronnie Waterhouse on the grounds that he’d only been on placement in north Wales for a matter of days so he didn’t have the full picture re the standards of care for children in north Wales.
Salford University still provides social work training and whilst I was working at Bangor University, I and two colleagues had the most extraordinary experience with their ‘Research Professor’ Stephen Shardlow. It was so weird that we wondered whether Shardlow had personal difficulties which had resulted in him not being able to function at work – I kept our e mail exchanges – but one of my colleagues was later told by someone at Salford that a new ‘Research Professor’ had been appointed who did not know anything about research, who did no work and who had only been appointed to give credibility to a very troubled dept. It was a man called Stephen Shardlow. Shardlow had managed to get himself appointed as the editor of a major social work journal. I wonder how that happened.
Salford was established as a University in 1967. Between 1967-91, the Chancellor was Prince Philip. So he flew the flag for Salford throughout those happy years when the institution provided qualifications for a paedophile gang and continued to do so even after one of their own students blew the whistle. Princess Fergie followed Phil the Greek as Chancellor until 1995, when Sir Walter Bodmer, the man who was at the helm of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund in 1990 when the ICRF was involved in a major research fraud scandal which resulted in the (presumed) suicide of Prof Tim McElwain (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’), succeeded her. In 2005 Sir Martin Harris was appointed Chancellor. Harris was in post when Stephen Shardlow was given a job that his colleagues maintained that he should never have been given… Martin Harris comes from Ruabon near Wrexham and has passed through many institutions run by the paedophiles’ friends.
What of the VCs of Salford, the people who had their hands on the tiller? Clifford Whitworth was the VC, 1967-74. Salford University was in full swing qualifying paedophiles at that time, but I can’t find any trace of him on the internet. So he must have been the fall guy. Whitworth’s successor Sir John Horlock was just as guilty however – he was in post 1974-81, when many more child abusers were given qualifications and when that hotline between Cartrefle and Lucille and Nefyn Dodd was established. It would be difficult for even someone as dedicated to the science of cover-up and denial as Ronnie Waterhouse to airbrush John Horlock out of history, because John Horlock was responsible for a considerable piece of HE history.
Sir John Horlock was a mechanical engineer who built his reputation by refining gas turbines in jet engines for use in military aircraft. He was raised in Edmonton, North London and attended The Latymer School, Edmonton. He went from there to St John’s College, Cambridge, where he gained his PhD in 1958.
Ronnie Waterhouse went to St John’s College, Cambridge and Ronnie was a man who certainly maxed out on the utilisation of alumni networks. Furthermore, the appalling Deb Everard, one of the biggest problems at St George’s Hospital Medical School in the late 1980s/early 90s, was a Tory Councillor in Edmonton. Everard knew about Oliver Brooke the paedophile Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s and she knew about much other wrongdoing as well – indeed she was responsible for some of it. Everard was considered untouchable although she was not in a senior role – one lame attempt to discipline her was thwarted by the MSF rep David Hole. Who was corrupt himself, loathed Everard anyway but was involved in the misconduct along with everyone else and thus was obliged to defend her. Meanwhile everyone dined out on the personal friendship that their Head of Dept, Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, maintained with Cilla, the nation’s auntie. It was a lorra lorra laffs, unless you were someone being targeted by this bunch who were concealing a paedophile gang. Everard also had an inexplicable friendship with Prof Ian Craft, the Top Doc who ran the private clinic where practices considered even too unacceptable for the rest of the sharks in the IVF world were routine, such as the implantation of eight or nine embryos in the full knowledge that five or six of them would be aborted at a later stage in the pregnancy. Why Ian Craft, an elitist very rich man, gave Deb Everard the time of day I do not know, but it will have involved questionable practices of some sort. If Everard was in reach of Sir John Horlock, I’m sure that she would have made use of him.
After graduation, Horlock worked for Rolls Royce at Derby, who sponsored him whilst he was doing his PhD, providing him with £30k worth of equipment at 1951 prices.
By the 1960s, there was a paedophile gang in the Derbyshire area with links to north Wales – the problems in Derbyshire were thought to have pre-dated the 1960s.
After he finished his PhD, Horlock stayed at Cambridge. He subsequently took a one year sabbatical at MIT and turned down a job offer from Rolls Royce in favour of the position in 1958 of Professor and Head of the Mechanical Engineering Department at the University of Liverpool. At Liverpool, Horlock oversaw a major expansion of the mechanical engineering building. Horlock’s Indie obituary tells us that he was ‘invited by Pergamon Press to edit a series of books in their Commonwealth Library and was subsequently invited to London to meet Pergamon’s proprieter, Robert Maxwell, which was ‘the beginning of a relationship which bore fruit later when he went to the OU’. I suspect that Horlock’s relationship with the Cap’n might have borne fruit before that, because Salford University has a Maxwell Building. Here it is:
That the building was named after the Cap’n suggests that he probably paid for it, although I have not yet had a chance to inquire about this. Could this have been where some of the missing millions went? The Cap’n was the Labour MP for Buckingham, 1964-70, whilst Harold Wilson was PM.
The Cap’n went overboard in Nov 1991, whilst I was being forced out of my job at St George’s and whilst my friend who wanted to make a documentary about north Wales was being forced out of her job at the Royal Television Society. It was just after the Cap’n was found floating in the Atlantic that Tony Francis et al pulled out all of the stops (several times over the course of a few weeks) in an attempt to have me imprisoned, on the basis of statements that the MDU and their solicitors Hempsons knew constituted perjury which after the most florid allegations were demonstrated to be untrue, eventually resulted in a last ditch attempt to prosecute me for contempt (see post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’).
Headington Hall was the home of Robert Maxwell for the last 32 years of his life, which he rented from Oxford City Council. It is now part of Oxford Brookes University.
There was organised abuse of children – and associated abuses of psychiatry – in Oxfordshire, which was concealed by, among other people, Barbara Kahan – who was appointed as an adviser on children in care to Ted Heath’s Gov’t in 1970 – and her husband, Dr Vladimir Kahan. Babs remained as a Gov’t adviser until the 1980s, after which she continued to make herself useful by failing to notice that many of those with whom she was working on various child care and education/training projects were paedophiles and also by Chairing the Inquiry into the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal and not reporting just how bad things were there (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).
Tom Burns, who worked at St George’s whilst the staff concealed organised child abuse and who admitted that he believed my allegations regarding what was happening in north Wales, later found himself a Chair at Oxford University. As did Mark Williams, who worked with Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, whilst committing the research fraud which was Mindfulness (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Richard Tranter, who joined the merry gang at the Hergest Unit for a stint as a junior doctor and then returned as a senior doctor, trained at Oxford, as did his wife Siobhan, who in her capacity as a tutor of Angels in Bangor University failed to pass on concerns from students that patients were being abused.
The crimes of Cap’n Bob are worthy of a blog in themselves, so I’ll do a bit of digging and see what I can find that is most relevant. Obviously, as a starter, there was Cap’n Bob’s purchase of ‘The Mirror’, which employed Alastair Campbell as a journo and some dodgy big hitters as in-house lawyers and used the services of George Carman QC…
Sir John Horlock returned to Cambridge as Professor of Engineering in 1967. In the early 1970s, Horlock ‘played a major role’ in the activities of the Science Research Council, Chairing the Mechanical Engineering Committee. Horlock witnessed the success of his physicist colleagues in bagging funds from the SRC, so he suggested to a colleague that they should apply for a major grant themselves. Before you could say ‘massive conflict of interest’, Horlock’s Dept received a grant of £300k from the SRC and used it to found, in 1973, the Whittle Laboratory, Horlock becoming its Director.
In 1974 Horlock was appointed as VC of Salford University. There doesn’t seem to be much information available regarding Horclock’s time as VC of Salford, possibly because Cap’n Bob played a role in the ‘achievements’, so Salford have decided that it is best forgotten.
Much has been written about Horlock’s subsequent job as VC of the Open University, 1981-90. The OU cannot thank Horlock enough for his contribution, because many believed that he stopped Keith Joseph, who was Education Secretary, 1981-86, from closing the OU down. Not only did Horlock successfully defend the OU from Gov’t cuts, but he expanded the institution, enrolling the first postgrads and overseeing the foundation of, in 1983, the Open University Business School.
The OU was regarded by many as ‘Harold Wilson’s gimmick’ and for some people this alone was enough reason to close it down. In my post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ I describe how Harold Wilson gave the OU project to Nye Bevan’s widow Jennie Lee and it was Jennie Lee and Wilson’s friend and solicitor Lord Goodman who succeeded in getting it off the ground, partly by providing a huge underestimate regarding costs and not providing a more realistic figure until it was too late to scrap the development. Arnold Goodman was widely believed to be dishonest and he acted as the solicitor for Jeremy Thorpe immediately after Thorpe was charged with incitement and conspiracy to kill, before Sir David Napley took over. Jennie Lee know about the abuse of children in Staffordshire that was being concealed and she also knew that from the very inception of the NHS, Top Doctors assisted in concealing the abuse, neglect and sometimes deaths of the poorer and more vulnerable citizens. What with Nye Bevan having become a folk hero in the Labour Party because of him being the driving force behind the NHS, nearly everyone colluded with the myth that ‘poor people’ benefited from the NHS to a greater extent than the better off. They didn’t.
It was obviously fairly important that no-one pissed off Jennie Lee, who outlived her husband by many years. The OU had support from some unlikely people. Despite the hostility of many Tories towards it, Thatcher, when she was Education Secretary in the early 1970s, opposed her Cabinet colleagues to save it. Thatcher was subsequently a fan of John Horlock.
Horlock himself claimed that in the fight to save the OU in the mid-80s, he reminded many Tory MPs that the number of students enrolled with the OU in their constituencies exceeded their majorities. He mentioned that one of the strongest supporters of the OU was the MP Tam Dalyell, who became a good friend of Horlock’s. Tam Dalyell wrote many of the obituaries of his generation of MPs. I have been really impressed by Dalyell’s ability to repackage the characters and track-records of the most unpleasant of his colleagues, including some of those that have since been exposed as having done some truly dreadful things. There are a lot of clues in Dalyell’s biography that he was concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al. Keith Joseph was said to have given the OU a reprieve after receiving so many letters from people who had benefited from the OU. The OU also received considerable support from the HE Minister, William Waldegrave, who knew about the abuse of children and associated criminality in north Wales and elsewhere and who was Health Secretary, 1990-92, whilst all that trouble at St George’s and in north Wales was concealed.
The OU provides training for a lot of health and social care staff, including social workers. I’m not sure when the OU started training social workers, but it was churning out psychology graduates who later became clinical psychologists as long ago as the 1970s. The really great thing about the OU for local authorities who have a problem with the abuse of people in their care, is that if their trainee social workers do a degree with the OU rather than another university, that local authority does not have to deal with students who are whistleblowers, because the OU just provides theoretical input, it is entirely up to the local authority as to whether the students qualify or not. There is no other party to negotiate with. Some years ago a whole series of social work students at Bangor University reported very serious problems on placement with Anglesey County Council. Staff from Bangor University defended the students, only to be told by Anglesey County Council that if the ‘problems with the students’ continued, Anglesey would hire its own staff as trainee social workers and qualify them through the OU. The ‘problem students’ were all whistleblowers. The students didn’t know this, but the people who’s conduct caused them such distress were the dear old paedophiles’ friends.
Whilst researching for this blog, I noticed that Harold Wilson systematically tied off all routes for professionals who might raise concerns about the abuse of vulnerable people by the state by the creation of supposedly citizen-friendly structures. Tony Blair did a very similar thing – the ‘service user empowerment’, the ‘social inclusion’, even the Human Right Act, were all used to give abusive state structures more and more power over citizens who raised questions about the conduct of the state.
Harold Wilson’s widening of HE opportunities did benefit people, but it was particularly effective at producing a whole cadre of state educated and state employed professionals who found themselves in a position in which it would be virtually impossible to blow the whistle on serious state-endorsed crime – such as organised child abuse within the NHS and social services – and continue their professional careers. This situation exists today – it’s why there is a former Cardiff cardiac surgeon working as a cabbie after blowing the whistle on patient safety issues. Even if someone says OK then I’ll work in the voluntary sector, or private sector or academia, they will be forced out, because the funding and/or inspection regimes of those sectors is the responsibility of the state and the people in those funding/inspection roles are there after years of colluding with abuse.
I’ve watched the workings and the effects of this rigged system for a long time, but I didn’t realise that the roots of it were in Harold Wilson’s Gov’t. The long tentacles extended into the world of the arts as well, but I will return to that in a future post. Meanwhile, I’ll just mention a few things that were highlighted in Horlock’s obituary.
Horlock was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society in 1976 and then served as its Vice-President and Treasurer during his retirement. Horlock ‘was an adviser to government and industry for 50 years. This included work with the National Grid, on the safety of nuclear installations and at the Aeronautical Research Council, as well as numerous other important contributions’.
Horlock was ‘knighted in 1996 for services to science, engineering and education’. It could be a complete coincidence, but 1996 was the year that the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced and established.
So Horlock advised on the safety of nuclear installations – a controversial and sensitive area. It was also an area in which on a number of occasions at least, Gov’ts did not keep the public informed. Lord Brian Flowers was another person who was involved in matters nuclear – he was a member of the Atomic Energy Authority, 1971-81 – who concealed Dafydd and the paedophiles’ crimes as well as medical research fraud and much other wrongdoing in the University of London (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Sir Alec Merrison was another nuclear physicist who was called in by Gov’t with regard to the Top Docs and their crimes. Merrison was Senior Physicist at CERN, 1957-60; Chair of Experimental Physics at Liverpool University, 1960-69; VC of Bristol University from 1969. Sir Keith Joseph, when he was Health Secretary, appointed Merrison in 1973 to Chair a Committee of Inquiry after thousands of Top Docs threatened a mass public strike after a dispute with the GMC (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). In 1976 Barbara Castle, then then Secretary of State for the DHSS, along with her Health Minister, Dr Death, appointed Merrison to Chair a Royal Commission on NHS Reform.
I grew up virtually on the doorstep of Hinkley Point and because I was used to it being there and I knew so many people who worked there, I took it as a fact of life. I had heard, as a teenager, that various worrying things had gone on at Hinkley that the wider public were kept substantially in the dark about, but what was more well-known among the local teenagers was that some of the people at Hinkley Point were thieving on a grand scale – not just pilfering pens and stationery, but they were making off with just about anything, building materials, household necessities, there was even a trade in whole bathrooms that had been stolen from Hinkley. It was a trough as deep as the NHS. The security out there was either very lax or the people driving off with the goodies had dirt of a valuable kind on the senior managers. After I left Somerset, one of the biggest accidents in UK nuclear power history happened at Hinkley – tons of radioactive CO2 was accidentally released into the atmosphere. Not a word appeared in the Somerset media, although there was coverage in the ‘New Statesman’. Then there were the local leukaemia clusters that no-one ever got to the bottom of – they definitely existed, but people were strangely reluctant to undertake a rigorous analysis. Some far-fetched theories were put forward – such as that the workers who migrated into Somerset from elsewhere when Hinkley was first built introduced new viruses into the local population… It’s not as if the Hinkley workers were missionaries going into darkest Africa, it was only Somerset. It could theoretically have been an explanation, but, er, radiation-related causes might be a more obvious one.
The best Hinkley-related story occurred some years before the CO2 leak. When I was about 11, a local man caused a major outrage by breaking into the houses of three people in one night and violently raping the women in each house. He was caught and arrested but was not imprisoned because, as his mother freely admitted, his uncle was an influential man locally and ‘got him off’. The rapist didn’t get off completely – he was diagnosed with schizophrenia and sat in Tone Vale Hospital near Taunton for a few months. Tone Vale didn’t have anything like the reputation that the North Wales Hospital did, but it was a receptacle for people who’d overdone the cider, but also those who had alleged abuse on the part of people with spotless reputations. This man ‘made a full recovery’ and returned to live locally, much to the anger of some who alleged that women and children had been placed in danger as a result of this small town corruption. The rapist then got a job at Hinkley Point. After a while, there were ructions. He had ‘gone mad’ again and was publicly hauled off to Tone Vale by the police. His schizophreniform symptoms of serially raping people had not popped up once more, but some new ones had. He had alleged that there were terrible things happening at Hinkley Point, that the safety of local people was at risk and that the trade unions and management were covering up very serious wrongdoing…. He spent longer in Tone Vale recovering from his Hinkley-related delusions than he did recovering from raping three women in one night.
No wonder people were cheerfully driving out of Hinkley Point in the possession of thousands of quids worth of goodies without being stopped.
So the OU was Harold Wilson’s and Jennie Lee’s ‘baby’, which received a bit of help from Lord Goodman to get it off the ground.
In 1967, Wilson’s Cabinet set up a Planning Committee in 1967, which kicked off the launch of the OU via its recommendations, which were accepted by the then Secretary of Education and Science, Ted Short aka Lord Glenamara. Ted Short trained as a teacher at Durham University – he later did a law degree at London University as well – and after WWII worked as a teacher and was the Newcastle-Upon-Tyne branch of the NUT. Short was elected as a Councillor on Newcastle-Upon-Tyne City Council in 1948. He was the Labour MP for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1951-76; Education Secretary, 1968-70, Deputy Leader of the Labour Party, 1972-76; Lord President of the Council, 1974-76 and also served as Chancellor of Northumbria University.
A paeophile gang operated in the north east with direct links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales for decades. Huge numbers of children from the north east were sent to children’s homes in north Wales and two key figures in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, relocated to Bryn Estyn from Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead. The Lord President of the Council serves as the visitor for a number of universities, including the University of Wales.
Ted Short was given a peerage in 1977. Why was there such a problem with child abuse in north Wales and mismanagement at UCNW which Shirl refused to investigate? Look no further than Ted…
The Committee was Chaired by Sir Peter Venables, the VC of Aston University. Other members included Lord Goodman, who was at that time the Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain; Dr Eric Briault, the Deputy Education Officer of ILEA; Prof Roy Shaw, the Director of Adult Education at Keele University and Prof Hilde Himmelweit of the School of Social Psychology.
Can anyone see some paedophiles’ friends hidden in the picture? Lord Goodman for a start. ILEA was busy colluding with the export of kids in the care of London boroughs to north Wales where they were abused and trafficked back down to London. Keele University employed Peter Righton, a paedophile who was a social work academic who used his work to justify adults having sex with children – Keele has welcomed a number of other paedophiles’ friends over the years. Prof Hilde Himmelweit completed her PhD at the Institute of Psychiatry under the discredited H.J. Eyesenck (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’).
Sir Peter Venables was Principal of the College of Advanced Technology (which evolved into Aston), 1955–1966 and Aston University’s first Vice-Chancellor, 1966–1969. He was born in Birkenhead and attended Birkenhead Secondary School and Liverpool University, where he obtained a degree in chemistry, an education diploma and a PhD. He served as the Open University’s first Pro-Chancellor and Chairman of the Council. Peter Venables is yet another person who seems to have largely disappeared from the internet. I wonder why that might be.
Venables will have known about the corruption linked to Dafydd et al in Liverpool University and he will also have known about the equally serious corruption in Birmingham University, the City Council and the West Midlands Police. Kids in care in Birmingham were sent to children’s homes in north Wales and the Medical School in Birmingham contained Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass.
There was also a heavy presence from Sussex University on the Planning Committee – Asa Briggs, the then VC of Sussex; Lord Fulton, the former VC of Sussex; and Norman McKenzie, the Director of the Centre for Educational Technology at Sussex University. So someone in Harold Wilson’s Cabinet was desperate to have Sussex University wielding influence over the OU Planning Committee.
Lord John Fulton was a friend of Harold Wilson. I have blogged about John Fulton previously, but he’s worth resurrecting here, particularly as I have a suspicion that he might disappear from the internet soon as well.
John Fulton’s father was Angus Fulton, Principal of University College, Dundee. Fulton was born in Dundee and went to school there, then went to St Andrew’s University, then onto Balliol College. Ted Heath went to Balliol, but was 14 years younger than Fulton. During WWII, Fulton served in the Mines Dept and the Ministry of Fuel and Power, which was when he became a colleague and friend of Harold Wilson.
Fulton was Principal of University College, Swansea, 1947-59 – the employer of Rhodri Morgan’s father as well as of Dafydd’s buddy Saunders Lewis. Then Fulton was VC of the University of Wales, 1952-54 and again between 1958-59. In 1959 Fulton was appointed Principal of University College Sussex, which became the University of Sussex in 1961. He remained there until 1967.
So Fulton left Sussex the year before John Allen opened the Bryn Alyn Community, where kids in care were abused and then trafficked to John Allen’s brothels – in Brighton, Sussex and in London. Within just a few years, business was booming and many more people with money to spare moved to north Wales and brought isolated buildings which they turned into children’s homes or residential schools, thus expanding the business of the sex trafficking gang which was now well-established in north Wales. The business was considerably assisted by the Children Act, 1975, which was passed as a result of Leo Abse cultivating the company of Jim Callaghan and his wife Audrey and persuading Callaghan to set up the Houghton Committee, of which Leo Abse was a leading light (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). The Houghton Committee ‘took advice’ from Dafydd’s friends and associates who were concealing the booming business in the trafficking of young people in north Wales and who recommended changes in the law…
Leo Abse was a good friend of George Thomas, who was molesting children. Harold Wilson appointed Thomas as Secretary of State for Wales in 1968 and at that time the responsibility for the NHS and social services in Wales was transferred to the Welsh Office. Abse himself has been the subject of historical child abuse investigations. Audrey Callaghan concealed child abuse in the London boroughs before she relocated to south Wales (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). George Thomas and Callaghan hated each other, but Thomas got on very well with Harold Wilson because Thomas was a real vote winner in south Wales, what with all that Methodist lay-preaching and chumminess with the Royal Family (see ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). And chumminess with Thatcher as well, but Thomas was forgiven that, it was just part of his natural charm.
Fulton went straight from the centre of a well-planned sex trafficking operation onto the Planning Committee for the OU.
Fulton was also: Chairman of the Universities Council for Adult Education and of the Council of the National Institute of Adult Education (1952-55); Chair of UCCA, 1961-64; Chair of the BBC and ITA Committees on Adult Education, 1962-65; Governor of the BBC, 1966-71; Vice-Chair of the BBC, 1966-67 and in 1968-71. Fulton was Chairman of the British Council, 1968-71 and in 1964, Wilson invited Fulton on the Committee of the Civil Service in 1964, which reported in 1968.
Fulton was involved in university policy making in Malta, Sierra Leone, Nigeria and Hong Kong. In 1962, Fulton Chaired the Committee which established the new Chinese University of Honk Kong. He was Chair of the Inter-University Council of HE Overseas, 1964-68.
Well if you’ve got an outstandingly helpful paedophiles’ friend, you might as well give him international responsibilities.
Lord Fulton died in 1986, at home, among friends – in Jimmy Savile Central, Yorkshire.
I haven’t yet found any clue as to what precipitated Wilson’s sudden resignation as PM in 1976, but I suspect that it will have had rather more to do with this lot than with Wilson being a KGB agent, or getting fed up of being PM or believing that he was developing Alzheimers. He was an unscrupulous old bugger who rigged the whole of the UK’s state infrastructure to facilitate and conceal child abuse because George Thomas pulled in the votes in south Wales and Leo Abse was a very effective henchman.
The man who succeeded Lord Fulton as VC of Sussex and was in post as John Allen’s brothels in Brighton filled up with kids from the north Wales children’s homes was Asa Briggs, who was VC, 1967-76. Asa had his feet well under the table at Sussex by then though – in 1966 he was appointed Professor of History at Sussex, while also serving as Dean of the School of Social Studies, 1961–65 and PVC, 1961–67.
Asa Briggs was an historian who was born in Keighley, Yorkshire – he was off to a flying start in terms of a career as a paedophiles’ friend then. He went to Keighley Boys Grammar School and then Sidney Sussex College, Cambridge. During WWII he served with the Intelligence Corps and at Bletchley Park. Whilst at Cambridge, Briggs had been a friend of Howard Smith, who became DG of MI5 in 1979. Between 1955-61, Briggs was Professor of Modern History at Leeds University and then moved to Sussex. Between 1976-91, Briggs was Provost of Worcester College, Oxford. He was Chancellor of the OU, 1978-94.
Briggs held a visiting appointment at the Gannett Center for Media Studies at Columbia University in the late 1980s and again at the renamed Freedom Forum Media Studies Center at Columbia in 1995–96. Callaghan gave him a peerage in 1976.
Between 1961-95, Briggs wrote a five-volume text on the history of broadcasting in the UK from 1922-74 — essentially, the history of the BBC, who commissioned the work. Briggs’ other works included the corporate history of Marks & Spencer – the company which provided the loan for the paedophiles’ friends of the Royal College of Psychiatrists to acquire a grandiose building in Belgravia which nearly bankrupted them (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). In 1987, Briggs was invited to be President of the Bronte Society. He presided over the Society’s centenary celebrations in 1993 and continued as President until he retired from the position in 1996. He was also President of the William Morris Society from 1978-91 and President of the Victorian Society (UK) from 1986 until his death.
Briggs died at home in Lewes at the age of 94 on 15 March 2016. Presumably he slipped off peacefully, rather than dying as a result of someone chucking a firebomb into the building, like the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal who died in Brighton in 1992 did (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).
Asa Briggs had a terrible trauma whilst he was VC of Sussex. No he wasn’t arrested for being an accessory to serious organised crime, the trauma resulted from three Sussex students throwing red paint over a visiting US official, in a protest regarding the Vietnam War. Old Asa was so traumatised that decades later he banged on about these three students in a radio interview. Even better, after the old bastard was dead his daughter popped up on Radio 4 discussing the dreadful behaviour of the three Sussex students decades previously. She stated that Asa never got over it.
One of those students was from north Wales and when I heard about the red paint episode, I rather hoped that the man concerned would drench a few of those we know and love in north Wales with red paint. Sadly he never did, perhaps because he would have needed so many gallons of the stuff that he couldn’t lay his hands on enough of it. Before Briggs died, the wife of one of the students with whom Asa was so pissed off did not survive her encounter with the paedophiles’ friends of the Walton Centre at Liverpool. I didn’t know this when I was told about the red paint, but that student will have known about Dafydd and Gwynne and the paedophile gang. They never got the drenching in paint that they so richly deserved but they’ve got this blog instead. The child abusing murdering bastards.
Bottoms Up, We’ve All Become Millionaires!
Readers might remember me mentioning in previous posts that in the mid-1980s, Thatcher’s henchman at the UGC, Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer, wanted to close down Bangor University, but he was reminded by UCNW that the place was full of people who were either assisting in supplying youngsters to the Westminster Paedophile Ring, or knew who was. Swinnerton-Dyer changed him mind quickly. Swinnerton-Dyer also went for Aston University, but the Thatcherite VC Sir Freddie Crawford did her bidding by closing down the Psychology Dept and transforming it into a Business School, where the paedophiles’ friends went to do business management qualifications for their future roles as public service managers (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Guess where else Swinnerton-Dyer aimed his axe? Salford. Salford was hit very badly, they had a 40% cut in their funding. They did survive – the VC who saw them through it was the VC who took over in 1981, when Salford was busy giving respectability to Cartrefle College which was run for the benefit of the paedophile gang of north Wales. I shall be blogging about that VC in a future post.
So Swinnerton-Dyer went after the three universities who were doing the most to facilitate Dafydd and the paedophiles – but he backed down and they survived…
There will be more background on other associates of Harold Wilson in future posts. Whilst digging around, I discovered a bit of info on Wilson’s mate Barbara Castle that I hadn’t known before. Barbara was the ‘fiery red-head’ (her hair was dyed) whom aspiring female Labour politicians all feel obliged to say that they admire or even consider as their ‘role model’. The Strong Woman Who Didn’t Take Any Crap, the Real Socialist etc. Barbara shagged her way around the Labour Party during the middle years of the 20th century, which is what people meant when they made reference to her ‘fiery red-hair’ and ‘passion’. I don’t mind that Barbara shagged her way around, but Barbara also concealed the abuse of kids and vulnerable people by the health and welfare services whilst boasting of her commitment to equality and women. What I didn’t realise was that Barbara and her husband were very keen to have children but experienced fertility problems. I watched an old clip of Barbara talking about the fertility treatment that she tried and she was stressing that it was, in her view, appalling and bizarre, involving her having injections of hormones extracted from mares’ urine. People are often very surprised at what is at the root of the Top Docs miracle cures. Not that it was a miracle cure, Barbara had enough and gave up. I know one thing though. Barbara, the True Socialist, who Hated Private Medicine and pissed off the Top Docs by Taking a Stand on private beds, would not have been able to get that treatment at that time on the NHS.
So which expensive Harley Street Top Doc treated Red Barbara then? I think we should be told.
One of many who told me how much she admired Barbara Castle and how sad it was that all those men stopped her becoming PM was Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the occupational health physician at St George’s Hospital Medical School – who now runs a substantial private practice, as does her Top Doc husband. Mitchell-Heggs was one of those who was instrumental in forcing me out of my job at St George’s. After I obtained copies of my records, along with the full written admissions that Nicky and co knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and they believed that Tony Francis was as well, Nicky had written and CC’d a letter about me in which she stated that now that I had left my job, she would ‘be taking a back seat’. Which was interesting, because I thought that Nicky was a bourgeois idiot and I only saw her on about two occasions. So what sort of front seat was she taking before I left my job then?
So Nicky, who was it from St George’s who traced some relatives of mine that I had not given anyone any details of, impersonated Brown and told them that I’d tried to kill myself? Which was not only extraordinary but was untrue. Who ever did it was obviously quite skilled, because the people whom they spoke to knew Brown and sincerely believed that it was him. I know who can do things like that – the security services can. They can record, splice, etc. It certainly wasn’t Keith Harris and Orville. I know that Nicky knows something about it because there was a reference to it in the letter that she CC’d to everyone.
The problem with the coroners’ verdicts on so many of the victims of Dafydd et al who were found dead in north Wales was that some of those deaths were murders, but they were recorded as suicides because they were of mental health patients who were known to be distressed. Er – Springfield patient loses her job at St George’s, appears in court on serious charges on the basis of statements provided by Top Docs in north Wales, her friend rings up her relatives and tells them that she’s tried to kill herself. Was the scene being set for my dead body to be found Nicky?
Nicky Mitchell-Heggs originally trained as a psychiatrist. She became the occ health physician at St George’s allegedly because of ‘male prejudice’ towards her. Mitchell-Heggs was the occ health physician in an institution in which a great many staff were facilitating a pan-European paedophile ring and a Professor of Paediatrics had been imprisoned for his part in it. I don’t know why Mitchell-Heggs was in that job, but it won’t have been anything to do with sexism at work.
Michell-Heggs seemed to have a great deal of money for a working mother in an NHS job…
I heard earlier that the Home Secretary Sajid Javid has announced that the UK is to employ 2000 more security services agents. Tell you what Sajid, why not hire 2000 patients of Dafydd’s with a sense of humour, give them a bit of loose change and a phone box and get them to do what they did 20 yrs ago, when they rang him up and took the piss out of him. They presented more of a challenge to him and found out more about his crimes and who assisted them than the police force did and the security services were helping him anyway. Theresa should have popped around to my place when I worked at St George’s because I could have filled her in – she was a Councillor just down the road from St George’s…
There will be more posts soon naming more of the guilty…