It’s Just Another Gold Digger

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bechod!

‘We didn’t know.’

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

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

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

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Professor Eric Sunderland:

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

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

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

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

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

 

Adrian Francis describes himself as:

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

Vicky provided the following biography:

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

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

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

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

  • Ann Jones AM - Assembly Member Profile

‘Don’t fancy yours much mate’.

What has been going on in the FBU?

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

Donald Trump

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

More names coming soon Top Docs…

 

Rivers Of Blood

The day before yesterday’s edition of the ‘Morning Star’ was certainly poignant in the light of recent posts on this blog.

It seems that Michael Crick recently interviewed Theresa May on Channel 4 News and as part of a discussion regarding previous Conservative Gov’ts stance on apartheid South Africa, Crick asked Theresa if she ever attended any anti-apartheid protests. Theresa testily observed that Michael Crick knew that she had not.

The ‘Morning Star’ reported that John McDonnell remembered that he and Jeremy Corbyn campaigned against apartheid in the 1970s and 80s and that on one occasion, Jeremy was arrested outside the South African Embassy during a protest. McDonnell remembered that at the time the Federation of Conservative Students were wearing ‘Hang Nelson Mandela’ badges. I remember it all well.

Sadly while those on the left were making a lot of noise about apartheid, many of them remained silent about the en masse abuse of kids in care and vulnerable adults in their own constituencies/Councils, including Jeremy and John McDonnell. What was happening to some dispossessed people was not only no secret but one had to work really hard at not noticing it.

Brown and I attended an anti-apartheid protest outside South Africa House in 1987. The police weren’t quite as violent as they sometimes were – on another protest Brown was kneed in the knackers by a policeman and I was shoved – but on that particular day in 1987 we didn’t see any police violence, although we did see a few people trying to wind the police up. We did however have quite an adventure in a tube station on our way back from the demo, after we stopped to help a girl whom we found kneeling over the semi-conscious body of a young man, crying ‘please don’t die’. It transpired that the young man was called Smurf, he had been inhaling solvents which was not a good idea and he was now in a bad way. Brown and I did what we could to keep Smurf breathing and chatted to his girlfriend at the same time. She was 15 and had run away from a children’s home in Swansea. Smurf had also run away from a children’s home. The tube station was busy and for more than an hour and a half while we waited for an ambulance – it couldn’t get through because of the anti-apartheid protest – hundreds of people passed us by. Two people offered to help – TWO. A middle aged lady – she was the one who called the ambulance – and a snappily dressed young man. Not only did hundreds of people ignore what was going on, but while we sat with Smurf and his girlfriend, about eight of their mates appeared. All of them had run away from ‘care’ and were living on the streets in London. Then a tramp appeared and offered to help. So out of all those hundreds of people – many of whom had been part of the anti-apartheid protest – who witnessed a boy who had run away from ‘care’ and who was in difficulty, only three people stopped and one of those was a tramp.

When the ambulance finally arrived, the ambulance staff took one look at their intended patient – Smurf had a red mohican and because he had inhaled solvents he had saliva running from his mouth – and refused to touch him lest ‘he’s got AIDS and he spits at us’. I told the ambulancemen that there was no risk of HIV being transmitted via saliva. Brown reiterated that. They still refused to touch Smurf. Smurf’s mates all ran away when the ambulance appeared because it was accompanied by a police officer. After much umming and ahhing and donning of protective gear, the ambulance staff finally agreed to touch Smurf, eventually got him into the ambulance and told us that they were taking him to – I seem to remember – the Westminster Hospital. The next day Brown and I popped in to see Smurf, only to find that they had discharged him just hours after he had arrived, when they considered his life to be no longer at risk. A teenaged boy who had run away from ‘care’ and was living on the streets – the leading Top Docs and Angels of London had sent him right back onto the streets.

At the time I was living in Harringay and the girlfriend of one of the boys in our house was an Angel. I told her that I was appalled that so few people had stopped to help Smurf and she told me that it was hardly surprising, whoever would want to help a young man on the streets with a red mohican? Well not the NHS, obviously.

When Brown and I met Smurf and his mates, I had not long escaped the clutches of Dafydd after he had illegally imprisoned me in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I have mentioned in previous posts that after I’d been there a few weeks, one day without warning Dafydd arrived on the ward, told me that he would release me if I agreed to go straight back to London and never return to north Wales again. Dafydd told me that he knew where I was living in London and that he had rung Haringey Social Services to alert them to my presence in the area. This was not any sort of referral for ‘after-care’, it was a threat. I was then driven to a train station by two Angels and literally put on the next train to London, after being told to ‘shut your mouth about DA’ and never to return to north Wales again.

The Leader of Haringey Council at the time was Bernie Grant, who was subsequently elected as the MP for Tottenham in June 1987. Bernie Grant was born in British Guiana and in 1963 his parents took up the UK Government’s offer at the time to people from the crown colonies to settle in the UK. Grant attended Tottenham Technical College and went on to take a degree course in Mining Engineering at Heriot-Watt University. In the mid-1960s, Grant was for a period a member of the Socialist Labour League, led by Gerry Healy, who was notorious for his sexual aggression towards women. The Socialist Labour League later became known as the Workers Revolutionary Party. Grant quickly became a trade union official, moved into politics and became a Labour councillor in the Haringey in 1978.

When Thatch introduced ‘rate capping’, Grant led the fight against it in Haringey, which created division in the local constituency Labour Party and it was through this split that Grant became the Borough of Haringey leader in 1985.

So Bernie had his feet well under the table at Haringey by the time that Dafydd knew someone there well enough to give them a ring without my knowledge or consent and alert them to my presence in the Borough. When I was living in Haringey, I witnessed at first hand the neglect and abuse of vulnerable people who were the responsibility of Haringey Social Services. Haringey Social Services have now been condemned repeatedly in a whole series of deaths of vulnerable children. In every case, Haringey Social Services and Council have been revealed to have been in chaos.

Tony Smythe – who was a self-styled anarchist involved with MIND when Dafydd was a leading light in MIND, as well as being involved with the NCCL when that organisation campaigned for paedophiles’ rights and the Campaign for Homosexual Equality when some branches of CHE (including Chester) were alleged to be a front for paedophile activity – in later life was a leading light in Haringey MIND. Smythe and his wife Jean were involved in a number of other community charities, including some in Haringey. See previous posts.

Bernie Grant was associated with the Socialist Campaign Group and spoke out against police racism. He didn’t speak out against the appalling social services, or indeed the truly dreadful local GPs, two of whom I encountered in Harringay myself. One Top Doc, a Dr Lippitch or it may have been Liptrott, listened to my concerns regarding what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, asked me what I did for a living and when I told him that I was doing a Masters in Experimental Pathology at Hammersmith Hospital he told me that he would be contacting Dafydd immediately. I walked out of the surgery and registered with another Harringay GP under a false name because I could see that the cosy relationship between Dafydd et al in north Wales and folk in the Haringey area was going to be difficult. Fortunately for me, the next GP was so negligent that he barely noticed my presence and never noticed that he was unable to trace the records of his newly-registered patient, if indeed he ever tried. He’d have had a shock if he had, because when decades later my lawyer finally obtained my medical records, I discovered that records relating to me at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had been forged. There was no record of me being discharged on the day that I was put on that train to London let alone Dafydd’s phone call to Haringey Social Services, but there was a discharge note signed by a Top Doc of whom I’d never heard stating that I had been discharged some weeks later and was suffering from paranoid schizophrenia no less. At the time that Top Doc was discharging me from Denbigh and discovering that I had paranoid schizophrenia, I was sitting in a lecture theatre at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School.

Bernie Grant died from a heart attack at the Middlesex Hospital – Gwynne the lobotomist’s alma mater, who’s network protected Gwynne for the rest of his career –  on 8 April 2000, aged 56. Grant was a diabetic and needed to maintain a good relationship with the Top Doctors, because it is quite easy to cause a diabetic to peg out. I note that Bernie died two months after the Waterhouse Report was published, among the many angry shouts of ‘massive cover-up’.

According to The Guardian′s report, after Bernie died ‘An estimated 3,000 people… turned out to salute the black radical. There were dancers and singers, a Highland piper and African drums. Also present were Home Secretary, Jack Straw, Chris Smith, Culture Secretary, Clare Short, Minister for International Development, and Paul Boateng and Keith Vaz, Britain’s most senior Black ministers’.

 

Jack Straw knows much about the crimes discussed on this blog, he has been actively involved in concealing them for decades, since his early years in political life. Jack got off to a flying start, both in terms of being a leading light in Islington Council, which at the time was hosting a paedophile ring in its children’s homes and of course as Barbara Castle’s adviser at the DHSS, when Castle was refusing to investigate the deaths of scores of disabled children in the care of Hackney Council.

Chris Smith, now Lord Smith, was the Labour MP for Islington South and Finsbury. Chris Smith made history for being the first MP to admit that he was HIV positive. As an older man, Smith has been in a long term relationship. He has never made it public whether he was ever a partner of many of the young men involved with sex work who were HIV positive.

Clare Short knew much about Dafydd and related gangs from her time as a civil servant in the Home Office, as a West Midlands MP whose constituency included Aston University when the VC was Thatcher’s corrupt mate Sir Freddie Crawford and from her many years in the Labour Party working with colleagues who were concealing Dafydd et al (see post ‘Remember Girls – Never Get Into A Car With A Stranger!’).

Paul Boateng knew all about Dafydd, because Boateng was working as a solicitor for Birnberg & Co when Mary Wynch sued Dafydd and the paedophiles in the 1980s – Mary was represented by Birnberg & Co (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Boateng’s wife Janet was a social worker who was Chair of Lambeth’s Social Services Committee when Tyra Henry died in the care of Lambeth Social Services in 1987 (see post ‘A Few More Who Might Be Able To Answer Questions’). There was a big paedophile ring operating within Lambeth Social Services with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. For more information about Paul Boateng, see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’.

Bernie’s widow, Sharon Grant, was on the shortlist to succeed him as the official Labour candidate for Tottenham, but was beaten by David Lammy, who won the by-election in June 2000.

On 5 December 2017, a portrait of Bernie Grant was unveiled in Parliament.

In 1987, Bernie Grant was one of the first UK Black British MPs to be elected. The others were Paul Boateng and Diane Abbott. Before she became an MP Diane Abbott was the PR/press officer for Lambeth Borough Council.

When I was living in Harringay, Jeremy Corbyn was the MP for nearby Islington North. Jeremy also sat on a Health Authority which covered the Haringey area.

 

The MP who preceded Bernie Grant was the Labour member Norman Atkinson, who was elected for Tottenham in 1964. Atkinson was born in Manchester, educated at technical school and became a design engineer at Manchester University. Atkinson was a councillor on Manchester City Council, 1945-49. A member of Labour’s NEC for five years, Atkinson also served as the Party’s national treasurer, 1976-81. As treasurer, he clashed with Chancellor Denis Healey at the 1976 Labour Party Conference. Healey was yet another person who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al, but then so did everyone on the Labour Party’s NEC. Atkinson was a Marxist on the left of the Party, a founding member of the Socialist Campaign Group and at one point he Chaired the Tribune Group.  In 1981 Atkinson backed Tony Benn’s campaign for the Deputy Leadership. Tony Benn was someone who actively looked in the opposite direction when I drew his attention to the abuse of psychiatric patients in north Wales (see post ‘No Cuts’).

In 1983 boundary changes enlarged the Tottenham constituency and before the 1983 General Election, Atkinson won the nomination for the constituency over a rival, another left winger, Reg Race. Atkinson was comfortably elected, yet in 1985 Atkinson was deselected by the constituency party in favour of Bernie Grant. In 1987 the Windbag was Leader of the Labour Party and Mandy was pushing the boat out in a desperate attempt to make him electable (see post ‘I Warn You…’). Atkinson, Grant, the Windbag and Mandy all knew about Dafydd and the gang, so presumably Atkinson was deselected for reasons unrelated to a pan-European paedophile ring who were murdering witnesses.

 

To return to John McDonnell’s memories of the Federation of Conservative Students and their desire to Hang Nelson Mandela; the FCS did of course become so excruciatingly embarrassing that Tebbs disbanded the organisation after they went on the rampage in a sea side resort where a conference was being held and indulged in extensive vandalism. There was someone in Bethnal Green who was keen on the notion of hanging Mandela the year that Dafydd was unleashing the hounds of Haringey in my direction. I described in my post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’ how my best friend from school and her husband who both knew what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al were sacked from their jobs and found gangsters after them at the same time that Brown and I did. When I first went to London in the autumn of 1986, I stayed with them in their flat in Bethnal Green, which they shared with a group of people with whom they had been at Stirling University. Within months, virtually all their friends at Stirling became very cool towards them and two of those ‘friends’ caused havoc in their lives. One of the people who had been in their circle at Stirling was Jack McConnell, who later became Scotland’s FM, the year after the Waterhouse Report was published. Jack had only been an MSP for two years when he became FM! See previous posts and comments for accounts of Jack’s staggering rise to the top of Scottish Labour politics.

Parts of Bethnal Green had begun to become gentrified at the time – an expensive shoe shop had just opened and Bob Geldof came to look around a posh apartment block which had been recently developed – but most of it was still quite rough. When we used to go to Brick Lane market, there’d be a line of skinheads flogging NF/fascist mags there. One night my friends went out and painted ‘Free Nelson Mandela’ on a wall opposite their flat. Within a week, the slogan had been re-graffitied to read ‘Hang Nelson Mandela’.

My mates had been grumbling about all the fascists that were in Bethnal Green, so when we started getting hassled we just thought that it was because we were lefties. My friend’s husband was followed home from the tube station every night by skinheads who threatened him with serious damage and he thought that it was because he wasn’t macho and they’d mistaken him as being gay. Then a bunch of skinheads tried to gatecrash one of my friends’ parties and it got very nasty. The worst happened after I had escaped from Dafydd’s clutches in early 1987. I wasn’t living at the flat in Bethnal Green by then, but I used to go over to visit my friends from my place in Harringay. Every time I that got off the tube a seriously unpleasant man who would be waiting outside as I arrived followed me to my mates’ place threatening sexual violence. Brown later found out that this man was a serial rapist who had recently been released. Since I began writing this blog I have been told that at least some of these scumbags were presents from Dafydd and the gang who had been clocking my whereabouts and the whereabouts of my friends.

Dafydd and the gang were running a trade in kids/underaged sex workers between north Wales and the east end at the time. The local MPs were Ian Mikardo (see previous posts) and Peter Shore, who both knew what was going on. When the sexually exploited kids in care began dying from HIV/AIDS, Shore helped conceal the scandal all over again (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

 

On 18 Nov 1987 a fireball ripped through King’s Cross Station, killing 31 people. I was due to pass through the station at the time of the fire but my plans had been disrupted so I missed it. Since I began this blog I have been told that the fire was an attempt to kill me. The cause of the King’s Cross fire was never positively identified.

 
A police car, three fire engines and an ambulance outside King's Cross

 

The ‘Morning Star’ also reported that UCU members in England are going to be balloted over strike action. Sally Hunt, the General Secretary of UCU, has been spouting off about the wages of staff in universities being ‘held down’ and ‘fat cat’ VCs raking it in. It is true that some universities are now paying their VCs enormous salaries, but Sally Hunt has been using this discourse for a very long time, before the recent trend for astronomical VCs’ salaries. Back in 2006 when I was working at Bangor University, I and other post-docs and PhD students were doing the work of a contingent of senior lecturers who did not show their faces in the Dept for weeks on end. None of us had permanent jobs or even full time salaries and the PhD students weren’t being paid at all. Sally Hunt paid a visit to Bangor University at that time and amazingly enough I found her sitting behind me in a coffee lounge. Had Sally come to help the oppressed ie. the post docs and PhD students? No. Sally Hunt was holding court with those we know and love, who were pulling in £45k pa or sometimes considerably more, for not coming into the University for more than one day per week – if that – and  giving their teaching and marking to the rest of us to do.

Sally Hunt had rocked up at the invitation of the Bangor University UCU rep, Eileen Tilley. Tilley was a laugh a minute, not least because she was colluding with the corrupt Director of Human Resources, Lyn Meadows, who is now a member of the Betsi Board. Meadows was a frightful bully, breached confidence after accessing confidential details about staff and offered jobs to people who, when they arrived to take up their post, would find that their contract stated that they would be paid £2000 pa less than had been agreed when they accepted the post. See previous posts for details of Meadows’ wrongdoing. Meadows had previously worked for the Welsh Ambulance Trust and was a big mate of the paedophiles’ friends who were constantly harassing and threatening me. I was told that Tilley was systematically ingratiating herself to my friends in order to gain information as to whether I was going to sue the NHS. Tilley reached a peak when she saw a witness to the threats that I was receiving from NHS staff reading through his witness statement in the library. Tilley walked up behind him, stopped, looked over his shoulder and very obviously read his witness statement.

I was told that Tilley’s ambition was to become a rep on the UCU national executive and that she had thrashed out a deal with Lyn Meadows in order to achieve this, which involved Tilley failing to support anyone who had been on the receiving end of Meadows’s bullying and unlawful practices.

At one point Tilley appeared in the press grumbling about the salary of the VC of Bangor University. The VC had made no secret of his salary and he had not been involved in any of the negotiations regarding his remuneration. Furthermore his salary was nowhere near the top of the scale in terms of VCs salaries, he actually earned less than the VC of the chaotic mess that was Glyndwr University. Unfortunately for the VC of Bangor University, he had challenged the paedophile gang, as had one of his close friends and therefore He Had To Pay. When his wife developed a serious illness, they found that there was nothing that the Top Docs could do. She died. Interestingly enough, she had a virtually identical condition to one of the social workers who had facilitated Dafydd’s gang, who made a complete recovery at the hands of the very same Top Docs. It might have been a coincidence, but what was not a coincidence was the plan on the part of some members of staff to wait until the VC’s wife had died and then ‘blacken his name’ and frame him for a criminal offence. I gained the impression that Tilley knew all about those plans.World war i

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Fancy popping up to Bangor to have a word with them all then Ms Hunt? How about a march through Gwynedd, where the average income is I think still less than £18k pa, to plead the case of the paedophiles’ friends who have to scrape by on £45 k pa?

Before working as the HR Director at Bangor University, Lyn Meadows was a non-executive Director of an NHS Trust on Merseyside. Meadows was named in Hansard and on Frank Field’s blog as having colluded with a group of Top Doctors on Merseyside who committed a fraud from which they all benefited financially. There were rumours circulating around Bangor University that Meadows had made a packet from her dodgy deals and she was also boasting to her mates in the NHS regarding the scams that she was working at Bangor University.

So why did the VC of Bangor University appoint a poisonous corrupt cow like Lyn Meadows as HR Director? As far as I could work out he didn’t. Because his wife was ill and had been told by the Top Doctors that there was nothing that they could do, he had taken some months off work for the purpose of compassionate leave. When he was absent, the decision to employ Lyn Meadows was made by Professor Fergus Lowe, who had built his entire empire on his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes and who in high places had colluded with Dafydd (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). Fungus was ably assisted by Elfed Roberts, a member of the Council of Bangor University. Elfed was formerly acting Assistant Chief Constable of the North Wales Police who had left the force amid allegations of corruption.

The Welsh Gov’t – when Rhodri was FM – appointed Elfed as Chair of the North West Wales NHS Trust, which automatically gave Elfed a seat on Bangor University Council. When Chair of the Trust, Elfed had me unlawfully arrested on a number of occasions, once because I had pink hair and called his car a penismobile (see previous posts). None of my complaints about Elfed’s abuse of his position were ever investigated. On one occasion a PhD student- who had witnessed the harassment of and threats made towards me by NHS staff – and I were followed around the University by an unidentified man who did his best to intimidate us. I knew who he was – he was a bent copper who many years ago had been stationed at Bangor. I recognised him from the Good Old Days when people were trying to set fire to my house and I and others were threatened with arrest ourselves when we went to the police to report offences against us.

Many moons ago, Elfed had been the Sergeant at Llangefni Police Station, where, I was told, he was known to be corrupt. Dafydd lives about three miles away from Llangefni and always had a very cosy relationship with the police there.

When Elfed was obliged to leave the North Wales Police, he led a campaign against the Chief Constable who had kicked him out, Richard Brunstrom, who was desperate to clean up a rotten force. The ‘Daily Mail’ was happy to publish stories about the sins of Mr Brunstrom that Elfed had given them. The ‘Daily Mail’ reported that Richard Brunstrom was known in north Wales as the ‘Mad Mullah of the Traffic Taliban’. The only person who called Mr Brunstrom that was Elfed.

When the NW Wales NHS Trust was abolished because even the Welsh Gov’t could no longer stomach the stream of deaths and scandal, Elfed declared war on the CEO and Chairman of the new Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board which replaced the NW Wales NHS Trust. The Chairman of the new Heath Board was the VC of Bangor University – who’s wife by then had died after the loving neglect dispensed by the Top Docs of the Walton Centre on Merseyside. After the VC’s wife died, Edwina Hart, the Health Minister, proposed that elective neurology patients should no longer be treated at the Walton Centre. A campaign was launched immediately, both to get rid of Edwina and to ensure that all neurology patients from north Wales should continue to risk their lives at the Walton Centre.

The leader of the campaign was Professor Robert Owen, Dafydd’s mate from Liverpool University who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang in 1989 after I complained about them (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). In support of Professor Owen’s attempts to ensure that Dafydd’s mates at the Walton Centre should be allowed to kill off grasses, a ‘memorandum’ was submitted to Parliament’s Welsh Affairs Committee. The ‘memorandum’ was submitted by a ‘group of retired professional people from north Wales’. Every one of the names on the memorandum was that of an associate of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

Oh, I need to mention a small matter re the unfortunate death of the VC’s wife at the hands of the Top Docs. Not only had her husband and her husband’s friend dared take on the paedophile gang, but many years ago, she did as well. So they fucking killed her.

Get it straight Top Docs – someone should have dropped a bomb on you lot a very, very long time ago. 10,000 documents. I haven’t mentioned half of the contents of them so far on this blog you worthless toe rags. Now piss off, sod off, bugger off.

The icing on the cake re Elfed Roberts was that although he wasn’t recycled into the new Health Board, Edwina Hart appointed him to the Board of the Welsh Ambulance Trust – Lyn Meadows’ former employers. Just look at what is happening at the Welsh Ambulance Trust… But Edwina had to give the old bastard another job. Not only because Edwina and Elfed had mountains of dirt on each other, but Edwina doesn’t want to die slowly and painfully should she become ill…

Dim problem Top Docs, you refused me all treatment years ago and then people armed with guns began pursuing me! There’s not much more that you can do to me is there. So you’ve got this blog….

 

The ‘Morning Star’ also told us that Theresa is visiting Nigeria to tackle human trafficking and slavery. That’s the Theresa who was a Councillor for Merton, an area served by St George’s Hospital Medical School when that institution was facilitating a pan-European trafficking ring (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’), the Theresa who as Home Secretary organised a review of the Waterhouse Inquiry by Lady Justice Macur which was yet another cover-up and the Theresa who organised the IICSA and so far has appointed a series of Chairs who have all been associates of paedophile rings, except for Dame Lowell Goddard, who returned to New Zealand in despair because the Home Office wouldn’t let her do the job properly.

Diane Abbott said that Theresa’s ‘warm words’ ‘rang hollow’ considering that it was her hostile policies as Home Secretary that ‘worsened the plight of victims of slavery and trafficking in Britain’. I’m not sure that Diane helped such people very much when she worked as the PR/Press Officer for Lambeth when kids in care in that Borough were being abused and trafficked. Diane is the former partner of Jeremy Corbyn, who ignored warnings that a paedophile gang was operating in his Islington constituency and who’s election agent was the business partner of a man who was jailed for a series of sex offences against school boys, as detailed in previous posts…

Diane stated that border guards and police officers ‘are the front line in the fight against modern slavery’ and that the Labour Party will employ hundreds more border guards and 10,000 new police officers. Diane, if the border guards and police officers themselves are corrupt and colluding with the trafficking gangs – and believe me, they are – your additional officers are only going to add to the problem.

 

Today’s ‘feature’ in the ‘Morning Star’ concerned ‘clergy’s sex abuse cover-ups’. The ‘Morning Star’ reminded us that there have now been numerous sex abuse scandals within organised religion, including at Ampleforth, Downside, Buckfast Abbey and of course that of former Archbiship of Canterbury George Carey covering up the offences of Bishop Peter Ball. The ‘Morning Star’ failed to mention that colluding Top Docs played a major role in concealing all these matters. The ‘Morning Star’ reported that the IICSA has found that the 2000-01 Review on Child Protection in the Catholic Church in England and Wales which Lord Nolan Chaired was a ‘whitewash’. Nolan carried out that Review in the immediate aftermath of the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

When Lord Michael Nolan was growing up, his family home was at Bexhill-on-Sea in East Sussex, a centre of paedophile activity where many of those who later concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang were based. (Sally Hunt lives in the area.) Michael Nolan went to Ampleforth, then did his national service in the Royal Artillery, 1947-49. Following that, Nolan read law at Wadham and Gomorrah when the debauched Maurice Bowra was Warden of that College (see post ‘Comedies of Menace’). At Oxford, Nolan became close friends with Sir Patrick Mayhew and Stephen Tumim.

Patrick Mayhew became a barrister, worked for the MDU and was responsible for ensuring that the child psychiatrist Dr Morris Fraser continued to work as a psychiatrist after he committed sex offences against children. Mayhew became a Tory MP, then Attorney General and in that capacity he authorised three prosecutions of me for contempt of court, although he knew that the paedophile gang had perjured themselves on each occasion (see previous posts). Mayhew wound up as Secretary of State for N Ireland, where he concealed the ‘VIP’ abuse ring at Kincora Boys’ Home in Belfast, an institution with which Dr Morris Fraser had been involved. Judge Stephen Tumim never tried to imprison me like Mayhew did, but Tumim knew that many of those in prison were victims of organised abuse/trafficking gangs and had been fitted up and was a friend and associate of many of the people involved with this (see post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’).

Michael Nolan was called to the Bar at Middle Temple in 1953. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was of a similar vintage to Nolan and was also a member of Middle Temple, then a Bencher and served as Treasurer to Middle Temple. Nolan became a Bencher at Middle Temple in 1975. Nolan became a QC in 1968, was called to the Bar in N Ireland in 1974 and became a QC in N Ireland at the same time. Nolan was a member of the Bar Council, 1973-74 and a member of the Senate at the Inns of Court, 1974-80.

Nolan was a recorder in the Crown Court in Kent, 1975-82 and then in 1982 was appointed a High Court judge. It was Michael Nolan who in 1984 granted injunctions to the NCB to stop the NUM using flying pickets. In 1985 Nolan granted an injunction to Westminster Council stopping the GLC from pursuing a poster campaign against its own abolition. The Tory Westminster Council was led by the Tesco heiress Shirley Porter who famously flogged off three cemeteries for literally a few pence to developers and also orchestrated gerrymandering on a huge scale, cleansing the area run by Westminster Council of poor people who were in danger of voting Labour. When Porter was finally held to account for her illegal practices and fined a great deal of money, she buggered off to live in Israel, although she later returned to the UK when the coast was clear.

Nolan was Presiding Judge of the Western Circuit, 1985-88. He was promoted to the Court of Appeal in 1991. Nolan heard appeals in many high-profile cases. In 1991 Nolan was a member of the Court of Appeal which rejected claims for compensation for psychological damage brought by relatives of those who died in the 1989 Hillsborough football stadium tragedy. Nolan reviewed the decision not to bring prosecutions after the Marchioness Disaster in 1989.

Nolan quashed the conviction of Judith Ward for involvement in the bombing of a coach on the M62 in 1974. Judith Ward was a vulnerable young woman who was known for confessing to crimes which she had very obviously not committed. Reviewing that case in 1992 will have left Nolan in no doubt as to the level of corruption prevailing within the criminal justice and legal/judicial system and he described the conviction of Judith Ward as ‘a grave miscarriage of justice’. Judith Ward was convicted at a time when, in a number of cases, the prosecution did not disclose to the defence material which might have been helpful to them and the jury. In 1992 the North Wales Police were investigating the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring operating in north Wales and Cheshire, a possibility which they dismissed in 1993. In the case of the north Wales/Cheshire gang, a running theme has been the non-disclosure of evidence, including the non-disclosure of evidence which would have helped those who were fitted up by the gang. Such as the existence of the scores of documents in my own case which demonstrated perjury, conspiracy and attempts to pervert the course of justice.

After just over two years in the Court of Appeal, in 1994 Nolan became a Law Lord, retiring from this position in 1998.

Nolan chaired the Committee on Standards in Public Life, 1994-98. John Major’s Gov’t set up the Committee in late 1994 after the cash-for-questions scandal, which involved Sir Peter Morrison as well as others. No-one mentioned that Morrison was molesting kids in care in north Wales as well as in other locations when he was named in the lobbying scandal. Morrison was found safely dead in July 1995, so that was one less thing for Nolan to worry about.

The Nolan Committee produced its first report in 1995 and ‘created waves’ by recommending full disclosure of MPs’ outside interests. Nolan also produced a report regarding standards of conduct in local government in July 1997. The principles embodied and articulated in the first report have since become embedded in public life in Britain and are often referred to as the Nolan Principles.

It was in 2000, at the request of the Archbishop of Westminster Cardinal Cormac Murphy-O’Connor who was a big admirer of Lord Longford who – along with his extended family – spent his entire life keeping quiet about the abuse of vulnerable people in ‘care’ settings which he found out about in detail through his penal reforming and charitable activities (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’), that Nolan investigated the issue of paedophile priests in the Nolan Report.

Nolan was Chancellor of the University of Essex, 1997-2002 and was described as ‘hands-on’. When Nolan was Chancellor of Essex University, that institution was housing Professor Andrew Radford, who in the 1980s had been Chair and Head of Linguistics at UCNW, where he caused great concern as a result of his Ugandan discussions with female undergrads and even greater concern when it was noticed that there was a high correlation between students who had entertained Radford and students who had been awarded Firsts. See post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’.

Nolan also served as Deputy Lieutenant for Kent. He died in 2007.

In the words of his obituary in ‘The Guardian’ “Lord Nolan .. made a profound mark on national life by substantially cleansing the Augean stable of corrupt politics as founding chairman of the Committee on Standards in Public Life.”

So that’s why there was the Parliamentary expenses scandal in 2010 which resulted in one MP going to prison and the revelations that a great many more should have but their bacon was saved by a massive shifting of goalposts. Then there are all the recent revelations regarding the sexual misconduct of those in Parliament and no-one’s even got round to doing anything about those who colluded with far more serious organised abuse…Margaret Hodge - Wikipedia

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It was Nolan who declared that MPs ‘should end their cosy self-regulation with the introduction of a permanent, independent, anti-sleaze Parliamentary Commissioner’. That will be the independent, anti-sleaze Parliamentary Commissioner who has consistently refused to take action against the many MPs who have since been exposed as being involved with sleaze.

While maxing out on Clergy Abuse, the ‘Morning Star’ feature reminded us that ‘fellow establishment stalwart Lady Butler Sloss’ – had to apologise for her inaccurate 2011 Report into the way that the Church of England handled allegations in a Sussex sex abuse case and that Butler-Sloss’s brother Sir Michael Havers limited the scope of the Inquiry into the Kincora Boys’ Home in the 1970s. This is all true – although Lady Butler-Sloss is actually Lord Justice Butler-Sloss because when she was appointed no woman had ever held the position of a Lord Justice of Appeal and no-one had the wit to call her ‘Lady’, so she was known as ‘Lord’. However, the sort of PR that Lord Butler-Sloss receives has certainly changed recently.

Butler-Sloss was appointed to Chair the Inquiry into the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which reported in 1988. That scandal resulted entirely because of the insanity of those who had concealed the paedophile ring in the north of England and who had links to Dafydd et al (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named…’). The Cleveland crisis, which was a consequence of Dafydd’s Friends In The North ‘discovering’ that huge numbers of children had been anally raped by their own parents which gave Dafydd’s colleagues an opportunity for repeatedly committing what in any other context would be considered sexual assaults on children, occurred most conveniently when Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were making a lot of noise about Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Furthermore a few innocent people from Cleveland who had dared complain about the Top Docs found themselves in prison, one of whom committed suicide in there.

At the time of the Cleveland Scandal, the right wing press frothed at the mouth regarding the excesses of pinko social workers and Guardian-reading paediatricians. However, the liberal/left press uncritically took the side of the Top Docs who were causing havoc in Cleveland. I knew by that time that no matter what happened to us in north Wales, the mainstream press just would not report it. All coverage was of ‘caring’ doctors and dangerous patients, there was no other angle. Furthermore, every time that the Guardian was obliged to report a disaster – such as a suicide – resulting from Cleveland, it would be routinely accompanied by an article explaining to Guardian readers that child sexual abuse was a huge unacknowledged problem. None of those articles mentioned that Top Docs and social workers were facilitating organised abuse, although journos were well aware of that.

When Butler-Sloss was drafted in to hold an Inquiry because Dafydd’s associates had brought the NHS in Cleveland to a standstill with their idiocy and the Cleveland police refused to work with them any longer, the many profile articles of Butler-Sloss were hagiographies. It was repeatedly stressed that she was a Woman, so was by her very nature caring, warm, child-centred, level-headed and honest. Furthermore she was a Woman who had Broken A Glass Ceiling and a Woman of Fine Legal Pedigree to boot, so she was uniquely genetically endowed to be a judge and being a Woman she’d be a better judge than all the rest of them.

At no point did anyone mention that Butler Sloss’s brother Michael Havers, the Attorney General, was a corrupt Tory and had actively blocked the prosecution of a number of high profile paedophiles, including the diplomat Sir Peter Hayman, a senior officer in MI6. No-one mentioned that the entire Havers clan had reached their exalted positions in life by being born into well-connected privilege – the father of Butler-Sloss and Havers was Sir Cecil Havers, the High Court judge who presided over the trial of Ruth Ellis. Neither did anyone mention that Elizabeth Butler-Sloss had not made it to university and instead had worked as a secretary, only becoming a lawyer when she was older. Had Butler-Sloss fought with disadvantage, that would have been very admirable, but anyone familiar with her biography knows that this was a rather dim massively privileged woman who ended up as a Lord Justice Of Appeal because of who she was related to. Furthermore Elizabeth Butler-Sloss had tried to get elected as a Tory MP and was a leading light in the Church of England. ‘The Guardian’ and ‘New Statesman’ loved Butler-Sloss, because she was the best chance that their millions of readers who worked in the welfare services had of ensuring that the en masse trafficking of children in care which was happening at that time would be concealed in the face of the explosions in Cleveland and in north Wales.

Thirty years after Cleveland, with Peter Morrison, Cyril Smith, Greville Janner, Norman St John Stevas, George Thomas et al all safely dead, along with most of the judges who helped them and Dafydd and Lucille looking into their own graves, we can now be told the truth about Butler-Sloss and her nearest and dearest. What a pity that didn’t happen in 1988, when Dafydd’s gang were running dozens and dozens of children’s homes in north Wales containing hundreds of kids who were being beaten, raped and trafficked and who would find themselves in Risley Remand Centre, the dungeon in Denbigh or a secure hospital if they complained.

Peter Preston was the Editor of ‘The Guardian’ at the time. Preston knew about the organised abuse of vulnerable people in the welfare system, but welfare professionals were his bread and butter. Preston is now dead. The Mili Tants who wrote many a feminist column at the time reassuring us that the poor Top Docs and social workers of Cleveland had been hung out to dry for daring to tell the Truth have still not admitted that it is welfare professionals who are the key figures to the success of these trafficking gangs and instead now construct the problem as being one of male sexuality. I await their explanation for the many women who lied about me in Court in an attempt to see me in prison because I complained about those facilitating the trafficking ring of which they were part or indeed the comments of the feminist commentators regarding the many innocent boys/men whom were fitted up by Dafydd’s gang – often for sex offences – because they were witnesses who would not keep quiet.

Here’s a Caring Angel who knows a great deal about the trafficking ring in north Wales,  Grace Lewis-Parry, Board Secretary, Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board:

Grace Lewis-Parry

Following a career in nursing, midwifery and health visiting which included time spent in Australia and Canada, Grace Lewis Parry joined the Gwynedd Family Health Services Authority in 1993 and subsequently the North Wales Health Authority in 1996 as Assistant Director of Patient Care. In August 2001 Grace took up the position of General Manager to the Gwynedd Local Health Group based in Caernarfon and was then appointed as Chief Executive to the new Local Health Board for Gwynedd. Grace has continued her professional development, gaining a degree from Bangor and a Masters degree from Manchester University in leadership studies.  She attended an Executive Programme on Leadership at Harvard, Boston in 2007. As an experienced health care professional with substantial leadership, senior management and board level experience, Grace is passionate about improving health and health services.
When Grace was told directly of patients being threatened, unlawfully refused treatment or even assaulted, Grace would simply reply that she had been ‘appraised of the situation’ or berate the complainant for using ‘strong words’.
Here’s a few strong words for you Grace – ‘people trafficking callous lying bitch’.
Grace is a Roman Catholic and was torn between sending her children to a Welsh-medium school or a Catholic one. The Catholic education won the day.
I’m glad to say that facilitating a paedophile gang didn’t result in Grace losing her Wimmin’s Wisdom and Compassion. On one occasion Grace gave me a very hot cup of tea to drink and when I drank it, naturally I broke out into a minor sweat. Grace then asked me if I was menopausal because she had noticed that I was of a certain age. Actually Grace, I was not of a certain age, I was 52 and I was sweating because you’d given me a boiling hot drink. It’s called physiology and it would have happened if I had been 22, it was unrelated to the menopause. Furthermore I have never been traumatised by ‘hot flushes’, I found that taking off my cardigan and opening a window proved remarkably effective. Grace will have been on the HRT herself because she wouldn’t have been able to understand the results of the clinical trials which suggest that for most people, it isn’t a particularly good idea. In the light of what Grace’s colleagues did to me and others, I wasn’t going to touch it with a barge pole.

 

The ‘Morning Star’ feature on Clergy Abuse reminded readers that in 2014, the Archbishop of York apologised for previous cover-ups of abuse by Robert Waddington, the former Dean of Manchester Cathedral, who was once in charge of church schools.

Robert Murray Waddington, (24 October 1927 -15 March 2007) was the Dean of Manchester, 1984-93. He additionally served as Superior of the Oratory of the Good Shepherd (a dispersed community of Anglicans), 1987-90.

Dafydd’s old colleague and mate Dr Bob Hobson relocated to Manchester from the Maudsley in 1974. Hobson facilitated organised sexual abuse while he was at the Maudsley and he continued to do so when he moved to Manchester, where one of those who ‘trained’ with him was Tony Francis (see post ‘The Mentor’).

Robert Waddington was born in West Sussex and educated at Dulwich College, Selwyn College, Cambridge and Ely Theological College. Ordained in 1954, he began his career at St John’s, Bethnal Green. Afterwards he was Chaplain at Slade School in Warwick, Queensland. He returned to England in 1959 to join the Oratory of the Good Shepherd, an order of celibate priests. After 18 months, he returned to Australia to become Headmaster of St Barnabas School, Ravenshoe, where he remained nine years.

Returning to England in 1971 he was at Oxford University’s Department of Education before becoming a Canon Residentiary at Carlisle Cathedral and Bishop’s Adviser Adviser for Education, then General Secretary of the National Society until his appointment as Dean. In 2007, Waddington died in West Sussex.

Waddington was accused of abusing boys in Australia and Manchester, as far back as the 1960s. In April 2013, it was revealed by the press that as a result of allegations of child sexual abuse made against Waddington in 1999 and in 2003, his right to officiate at services was removed by the then Archbishop of York, Lord David Hope. However, Waddington was not reported to the police; Hope had cited his ‘[concern] about Waddington’s state of health’ as the reason for not doing so. It is likely that claim was backed up by a Top Doc’s opinion in order to tick the appropriate boxes.

One of Waddington’s reported victims told ‘The Times’ in May 2013 that the abuse by Waddington began when he was a choir boy at Manchester Cathedral in the 1980s when he was 13 and continued until he moved away to university. David Hope, among others, was censured for failing to act when complaints were made which put other children at risk. Bishop David Walker praised the Archbishop of York, John Sentamu for starting an enquiry. However, Sentamu has been accused of concealing other instances of abuse by clergy. Sentamu’s wife Margaret is a non-executive Director of the Leeds and York Partnership NHS Foundation Trust (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’). NHS professionals in Yorkshire concealed organised abuse, including that involving Jimmy Savile, for decades.

Bishop Walker praised the courage of those who spoke out about abuse and said:

Every time a survivor of abuse speaks out it makes it just a little easier for the next person to speak. Thank you for the courage you have found.

Bishop Walker might like to consider that in north Wales, many, many people complained about abuse. They were harassed, threatened, arrested, imprisoned, denounced as insane, incarcerated – often unlawfully – in secure mental hospitals, fired from jobs, subjected to vicious slander and libel, physically attacked and quite a few were found dead. They might well have been brave but I suspect that far from making it easier for the next person to speak out, they have acted as a highly effective deterrent. As one person screamed down the phone at me in terror after being on the receiving end of the Hergest Unit, ‘you complained and looked what happened to you’…

If Bishop Walker wants to drop me a line, he can e mail me or leave a comment on the blog. I can’t arrange to meet him because I’m in hiding and I don’t use phones with people whom I do not know because they can be used to trace me. Bishop Walker might be interested to know that a number of other people who were on the receiving end of Dafydd et al left the UK. Their attitude to Operation Pallial was ‘I’m buggered if I’m going to give evidence, everyone knew what was happening to us and they didn’t give a stuff’. A great many people knew what was happening to me as well. Those who did give a stuff and tried to help found themselves under attack, along with me.

 

The ‘Morning Star’ reported that in 2015 the Methodist Church apologised after an independent investigation unearthed nearly 2000 reports of sex abuse cases dating back to 1950. Two of those who helped me were active in the Methodist Church. They provided witness statements regarding the threats to which they had seen me subjected by NHS/social services ‘professionals’. They were hounded out of their jobs at Bangor University by Professor Fergus Lowe, with the assistance of Fungus’s mate Professor Lew Hardy; their letter to the Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust about an attempt to wrongfully arrest me for making ‘hoax calls’ when I dialled 999 in an emergency was ignored; and a Top Doc expert witness described them as ‘naive academics’ who had been ‘manipulated’ by me. One of them had a stroke and was told by his GP from Bethesda – a man who back in the 1990s was one of the Bethesda GPs who ignored the abuse of kids and psych patients – that he had an ear infection. He subsequently had another more serious stroke. He recovered well because he knows about strokes and knew what to do to give him the best chance of regaining speech and movement, but he has since found that for some reason, there are constant delays and missing test results within the Betsi Board regarding another health problem that he has had for about two years now.

I very much hope that my Methodist friends do not ever find themselves referred to the Walton Centre.

 

The ‘Morning Star’ feature on ‘Clergy Abuse’ mentions the multiple police investigations currently underway into historic allegations of child sexual abuse by church staff throughout Britain and N Ireland. The man who wrote the feature, Steven Walker, the ‘Unicef children’s champion’ and an expert on safeguarding, does not mention that virtually every Social Services Dept in the UK is now under police investigation for child abuse and trafficking.

No-one at all has mentioned the role that the Top Doctors are playing in all this.

‘Brain tumour love? Ooh, inoperable and incurable I’m afraid. We should know here at the Walton, we’re the best.’

‘Stroke? Don’t be daft, you’ve got an ear infection.’

‘Kidney stone when an in-patient at the Hergest Unit? Go and lie on your bed and stop making a fuss.’

‘Cluster headaches, one of the most serious forms of pain that you can experience which are also called suicide migraines because people used to kill themselves to get away from the pain? Oh you’ve got a borderline personality disorder. We’ll now section you and keep you in a locked ward for a year under constant bright lights while failing to provide any pain relief.’

‘In labour and the foetal heart monitor showed that the baby was in distress? We ignored it and the baby died. Legal action? Don’t even bother, the staff are all going to lie on oath, they’ve been briefed already.’

Let’s hear it for the Top Doctors, what would we do without them?

 

The day before yesterday ‘The Times’ ran a feature on Jan Morris, the travel writer. I used to live just a few fields across from Jan Morris’s house near Llanystumdwy. Jan’s son Twm Morys is well-known locally because of his gigs with his Welsh language folk/rock band. Twm is also a writer of serious Welsh verse and won the Chair at the National Eisteddfod some years ago. Since then Twm has been children’s laureate for Wales. Jan Morris herself jokes that when she dies – Jan is in her 90s now – the obituaries will make more of the ‘sex change’ that she underwent many years ago than they will of her writing. Jan used to be James and she underwent gender reassignment when it was very rare indeed and she was subjected to the most appalling hostility and abuse as a result. Jan went to I think Casablanca for surgery to avoid the excesses of the UK Top Docs who at that time treated people with gender dysphoria appallingly. I really admire Jan Morris for doing that at a time when it was damn near impossible to do such a thing without running a high risk of physical violence from the great British public.

There is however a mystery surrounding Jan. Jan – and her son Twm – must know about Dafydd and the paedophiles, not only because of the circles in which they have moved for decades now (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’), but because of Jan’s early career. James Morris was a journo for ‘The Times’ and he was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition. Another member of the expedition was Sir Charles Evans, the neurosurgeon from Liverpool, who regular readers of this blog will know spent decades as the Principal of UCNW, throughout the years when Dafydd and the gang dominated the college and ran their trafficking ring from within. Sir Charles personally knew Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd, because of his Top Doctoring activities. Sir Charles was at the heart of the medical corruption on Merseyside, part of Dafydd’s empire and then ensured that the UCNW branch of the trafficking ring continued untouched.

The leader of the 1953 Everest expedition was Lord John Hunt, an Army officer who worked for the security services. Charles Evans undoubtedly used his contacts in the security services to ensure that the trafficking ring was protected and to send troublesome people the way of Brown and I, as described in previous posts. I’m fairly sure that James Morris must have been working for the security services as well, it will have come with the territory of being a journo with ‘The Times’ in the early 1950s. Charles Evans was known to be a very difficult and unpopular man who when he was older fell out with his old Everest comrades so badly that he refused to go to the Everest team reunions. I knew someone who was close to Charles Evans who told me that even on his death-bed, Evans had ‘bitter words’ regarding his Everest colleagues. So Jan could well have been one of those whom fell out with Sir Charles in a big way.

However, whatever the state of Jan’s relationship with Sir Charles, she knew about the trafficking ring and what was happening to those of us who were targeted. Whatever Jan was doing in the security services and whatever sort of pioneer she has been for people with gender dysphoria, she was doing bugger all to save the lives of the people whom that gang were trying to kill and in some cases succeeded in killing.

 

The past activities of the security services were mentioned on Radio 4 this morning, in the programme ‘The Reunion’. The programme looked back on the murder of the Bulgarian dissident Georgi Markov, who famously died on 11 Sept 1978 after an unknown person in London stabbed him in the thigh with the tip of an umbrella on 7 Sept 1978 which had been loaded with a ricin pellet. Georgi’s assassin was never caught and this has always been blamed on the incompetence of Scotland Yard, which at the time was famously corrupt. The Commissioner of the Met when Markov was killed was Sir David McNee, who had only recently succeeded Sir Robert Mark who was notorious for having presided over a corrupt force. Mark served in Manchester and then in Newcastle, where there was corruption and organised abuse and then hit the jackpot as Chief Constable of Leicester, 1957-67. Mark served on the Mountbatten Inquiry into Prison Security, when his abilities were spotted by paedophiles’ friend Woy Jenkins who was at the time Chancellor of the Exchequer. In 1967 Mark was appointed Assistant Commissioner of the Met and eventually became Deputy Commissioner of the Met and then Commissioner in 1972.

The Met had recently been rocked by exposure of massive corruption in the CID and Mark set about attempting to reform it. He changed disciplinary procedures, returned many detectives to uniform, made a number of television appearances praising the uniformed branch following student unrest and protests against Vietnam and began to gather around him a group of loyal, ambitious uniformed officers. The uniformed branch began to gain precedence and CID was increasingly put under uniformed command. In 1971 Mark had formed A10, a special unit established to investigate corruption. Among those rooted out were Commander Kenneth Drury, Head of the Flying Squad and DCS Bill Moody, Head of the Obscene Publications Squad and ironically also of the Anti-Corruption Squad. Both were jailed, along with several other officers and nearly 500 more were dismissed or forced to resign. The rest of Dafydd’s mates remained in the there.

Robert Mark was responsible for the introduction of the SPG who enjoyed removing their identification and beating up black people. It was one of the SPG who killed Blair Peach, but as all his colleagues in the SPG kept schtum no-one ever discovered who inflicted the fatal blow. See previous posts. Mark resigned in 1977 when he fell out with Woy, who was by then Home Secretary.

‘The Reunion’ mentioned that it was presumed that Markov was killed by either the KGB or the Bulgarian secret services. The Bulgarian security services were keen to assist in the murder investigation and it was only after the event that people realised that the Bulgarian security services almost certainly offered to help in order to acquire information about the British security services and their techniques. So ‘The Reunion’ touched on the possibility that Markov’s killer got clean away because of collusion/fuckwittery on the part of the police and the security services.

As ever, the possible role of another group of people who regularly assisted with crime and flouted the law was ignored – the Top Doctors. The Top Doctor who treated Georgi appeared on ‘The Reunion’. He was Dr Bernard Riley, who at the time worked as a forensic pathologist at St James’s Hospital. Balham. St James’s merged with St George’s Hospital Medical School in 1980 and the St James’s building was closed in 1988 and the staff relocated to St George’s. The staff of St James’s were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophile gang and were operating as many scams as their neighbours down the road at St George’s were (see post ‘The Rakes’ Progress’).

Dr Riley freely admitted that when Markov turned up at St James’s explaining that he was concerned that he had been the victim of an assassination attempt by the Soviet or Bulgarian regimes, Riley thought that Markov was ‘a nutter’ or another ‘paranoid defector’. This is odd, because in 1978 everyone was acutely aware of the Cold War and tales of the horrible fates that tended to befall defectors. No intelligent person faced with a defector from the Soviet bloc would ever believe that they were a nutter or paranoid – it was well-known that defectors would be targets of assassins for the rest of their lives. Furthermore, after Markov defected he worked for the BBC World Service. He was an intelligent, multilingual man but had already been dismissed as a lunatic by one GP, which is why he turned up at St James’s.

It was mentioned on ‘The Reunion’ that after Markov died, samples of his tissue were sent to Porton Down – Bernard Riley had extracted a pellet from Markov’s muscle tissue after Markov died, but it was Porton Down who identified the ricin in the pellet. Porton Down is the Gov’t biological/chemical warfare research establishment and it had such a grim reputation that when I was working in biomedical research in the late 1980s, the salaries offered there were very high because no-one wanted to work at Porton Down. If you wanted the grimmest, nastiest, most unethical medical experiments, you bypassed the Institute of Psychiatry with its primates in cages being electrically shocked and decapitated and the Huntingdon Institute with its thousands of animals being subjected to pointless cruel toxicity tests and you went straight to Porton Down to sign the Official Secrets Act and pick up your big pay cheque.

Dr Bernard Riley’s colleagues at St James’s were concealing a pan-European peadophile and trafficking ring. They’d be well capable of not saving the life of Georgi Markov for any number of reasons.

At the time of Markov’s murder, Jim Callaghan was the PM and Dr Death was the Foreign Secretary. Why are we not surprised that the assassination of a Bulgarian dissident in broad daylight on Waterloo Bridge was never satisfactorily resolved, even though the victim went to two different Top Doctors and clearly explained that he believed that he had been poisoned by either the KGB or the Bulgarian security services?

Dr Bernard Riley is now a Top Doctor at Nottingham, a city which has featured previously on this blog with regard to misconduct and research fraud among the Top Docs there (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK!’).

In 2015 ‘The Liverpool Echo’ reported on three deaths of patients at the Walton Centre who had been given far too much anaesthetic, resulting in their deaths. One of the second opinions used in one of the cases was Dr Bernard Riley, who testified that the patient had been given far too much of the drug concerned. There was a police investigation but no member of staff at the Walton Centre was disciplined or prosecuted.

 

The success story that is the Top Doctors continues, with all national newspapers reporting medical breakthroughs and miracle cures at a very impressive rate. The Top Docs are finding cures for previously serious or  incurable conditions at such a pace that there is not the scope to cover them on this blog. It is clear that these stories are actually either accounts of very much more modest research programmes which have been written by journos who do not understand the research, or PR pieces prepared by the researchers who are being dishonest about the miracles which they claim to have witnessed but who are putting in for a follow-up grant so they need to report major advances. Some of the ‘discoveries’ were discovered years ago and have either been discredited or have become part of accepted knowledge so it is a mystery as to why they are being rehashed at the moment as ‘major new breakthroughs’.

These numerous medical miracles are taking place against a more sober background of serious healthcare failure in the UK. The Torygraph today reports on the scandal at the St George’s Hospital Medical School’s heart unit which is the centre of allegations that patients have died as a result of ‘a feud between surgeons’ – 15 patients have died over five years. The Westminster coroner has been asked to re-open inquests on the dead patients.

There’s more trouble at t’mill at the Shrewsbury and Telford Hospitals Trust. The 2017 inquiry into seven deaths at their maternity unit is now to be widened. Independent consultant Donna Ockenden has now been appointed to review further maternal deaths and the cases under review now number 23. The Trust are currently denying that there have been 60 maternal deaths. Should anything really terrible be happening at the Trust, Donna can be relied upon not to admit it.

Donna Ockenden was commissioned as the ‘independent’ consultant to review events regarding the Tawel Fan Scandal by the Betsi Board, after undercover filming by a whistleblowing nurse revealed elderly mentally ill naked patients crawling around on floors covered with urine and faeces while Angels swore at them. One patient had an untreated broken arm. See post ‘The Tawel Fan Scandal’. The police investigated but no charges were brought. The Angel who blew the whistle was sacked and struck off and has received death threats. The staff filmed abusing the patients told the ‘Daily Post’ that they had done nothing wrong and that the scandal was the fault of ‘trouble making relatives’. The staff were transferred to work on another ward, where months later some of them were caught abusing patients again. No staff have yet been sacked or struck off, except of course for the whistleblower. The staff refused to co-operate with an investigation into the abuse.

When Donna Ockenden was commissioned to investigate Tawl Fan, she made public that she wanted to hear from anyone who had experience of the mental health services in north Wales. I contacted her and she invited me to meet her and a surgeon who was assisting her with the investigation to discuss my experiences with the mental health services. Donna also asked me to send her any evidence that I had. I sent Donna evidence of patient abuse, assault, perjury, threats to patients, a flat refusal by the NHS to investigate serious complaints and the destruction of evidence by Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust. Donna explained to me that Martin was helping her investigate the Tawel Fan Scandal. She then e mailed me cancelling our meeting and I heard no more from her. Neither did another patient who also sent Donna documentary evidence as damning as that from my own case. A few weeks ago Donna appeared in the media explaining that she had investigated Tawel Fan and had told the Betsi Board that things had to change and that they did not have a functioning mental health service. Donna then went away and has not returned. The relatives of the Tawel Fan patients told the media that they felt ‘let down’ by Donna (see post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’). I am now in hiding. Martin Jones has now been appointed as the Chief Investigator for the Wales NHS.

The Shrewsbury and Telford NHS Trust has absolutely nothing to worry about now that Donna is on the job, no matter how many patients they have killed.

 

Here’s another Top Doctor who knew about the trafficking ring in north Wales who probably thinks that he’s gone under the radar – Dr Evans. I can’t remember Dr Evans’s first name, but he was another of the GPs who arrived to do a few shifts at the Student Health Centre in 1984-85, when Dr D.G.E. Wood was facilitating the trafficking ring. Dr Evans was based at Bodnant Surgery…

RAUS, RAUS, I’ll be naming more of you soon…

 

He Got On His Bike And Looked For Work

My post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ described how, in the 1980s, UCNW (Bangor University) accepted local young people on work placement schemes with the Manpower Services Commission (MSC). One such ‘trainee’, T, with the Zoology Dept, lodged in our student house on Anglesey for one terrible term and it took us a very long while to recover from her presence. T stole from us, never paid any rent, left without notice owing us hundreds of pounds and made a false allegation of rape against a young man in Bangor. As for T’s activities in the Zoology Dept, on one occasion she got completely bladdered and couldn’t walk, so had to be carried out of the building by the workmen. She also lied about feeding and watering the research animals, who died as a result.

The authorities at UCNW were well aware of what a liability this ‘trainee’ was and we had all told our tutors and the Student Health Centre what was going on and asked for help. We were ignored. I was also aware that Dr Phil W. White, a GP in Menai Bridge, was prescribing T a combination of drugs that could have killed her, because she was drinking with them. White knew that T was drinking. White however surpassed himself a while later when T discovered that she was pregnant and panicked. White told her to stop making such a fuss. I understand that T’s baby was eventually taken into care because, fairly obviously, she was incapable of looking after a baby and no-one was going to help her.

At the time, because we were 20 and students, it was a case of ‘Christ, what is she going to do next?’, but now that I’ve hit middle age I can only marvel at the dereliction of duty of care on the part of both the MSC and UCNW with regard to T. T was 17 when she turned up, so they were probably supposed to be in loco parentis. T returned to her parents in north Anglesey some months later owing money everywhere – thousands – under investigation by the police for conduct likely to pervert the course of justice and pregnant. I cannot imagine that her mum and dad were too happy.

The MSC trainees were allocated a supervisor and T’s was a rather ineffectual former teacher from England who wasn’t able to get a teaching job in Gwynedd because she couldn’t speak Welsh.  On one occasion I spent the morning with this supervisor and explained very clearly that T was not capable of any sort of independent living and there was not going to be a happy ending if someone didn’t step in. There was no action forthcoming. However I did find out from the supervisor that T had not coped at all well on the outward bound residential course that the trainees had been sent on. The supervisor knew this because in true north Wales cronyism style, her own daughter, who I think was a social worker, had been responsible for taking T and co on the outward bound course.

When T returned from the outward bound course, she was covered in bruises and injuries, more than one would have hoped for if one was taking a group of teenagers out into the mountains. We gained the impression that the supervision was not what it should have been, an impression reinforced when T made some comments which suggested that there had been sexual activity between the MSC trainees on the outward bound course.

North Wales is full of outward bound centres and some of them are excellent. However, the standards vary and even those offering mountain leadership training differ in rigour. I know one teacher – well-networked into the paedophiles’ friends herself – who in 2001 told me that she wasn’t going to do her mountain leadership at Plas-y-Brenin because it was ‘too tough’ there, she was going to another centre to complete the qualification, which was known as being the ‘easiest’ in north Wales. She subsequently took a teenaged girl up into Snowdonia on a difficult route, after being warned that the route was far too tough for the girl concerned, only to witness the teenager collapse and need the help of the mountain rescue team to get her off the mountain.

I don’t know which centre T et al visited, but in the 1980s, those outward bound centres were often the domain of the paedophile gang, as all those kids in care were given ‘experiences’ in the mountains.

Following T’s false reporting of a rape, a file was sent to the DPP, as it was felt that T’s lies over the course of several weeks did rather go beyond the bounds of a frightened/distressed/confused young woman and amounted to a fairly serious attempt to have an innocent man convicted. The CPS did not prosecute. Which suggests that the paedophiles’ friends were concealing something that was at risk of being discovered if publicity fell upon this young woman’s conduct while on the MSC scheme.

 

Many of the young people employed on the Manpower Services Commission scheme at UCNW had already been victims of the paedophiles’ friends. I knew that at least one of the young men, S, who was on the residential  course with T, was a patient of Dr Tony Francis. This young man had experienced problems before his parents moved to Anglesey – his father was an academic who had been made redundant  in the ‘cuts’ of the 1980s – but S ending up in the hands of the Top Doctors in north Wales will have resulted in nothing but harm, although as Brown observed because S had supportive middle class parents he’ll have been cushioned from the extremes of the North Wales Psychiatry Experience.

 

Sir Melvyn Rosser was appointed as the Chairman of the MSC Committee for Wales in 1980 and was reappointed in 1983; I mentioned in an earlier post that I can only conclude that Rosser must have fallen from grace in some way, because although he held a number of high profile public roles until the late 1990s, there is little information about him online, simply records stating that he was Chairman of HTV Group, 1986-91 and President of Aberystwyth University, 1985-97. There is a file under Rosser’s name in the National Archives, 1974-76, but it hasn’t been digitised so I have not been able to access it online. There is no indication as to what aspects of Sir Melvyn’s work the file concerns. Rosser must have done a few favours for someone many years ago because he was knighted in 1974.

Hansard, March 1985, records that Ron Davies, the Labour MP for Caerphilly, asked Nicholas Edwards, then Secretary of State for Wales, if ‘he will list all those appointments held under his patronage’ by Sir Melvyn ‘since 1979’. Edwards replied that ‘I have not appointed Sir Melvyn Rosser to any public body in Wales for which I am the responsible appointing Minister. I was consulted by the Chairman of the Manpower Services Commission prior to Sir Melvyn’s initial appointment as Chairman of the MSC Committee for Wales in 1980 and on his reappointment in 1983’.

So I presume that in 1985 Melvyn Rosser and his appointments were being questioned, although he was nonetheless subsequently given the HTV Group and Aberystwyth University to play with.

Melvyn Rosser was leading the Wales branch of the MSC at the time when the victims of Dafydd et al were left to their own devices ‘on placement’ at UCNW, although some of them were under 18 yrs old and obviously not coping with ‘independent living’.

 

The person responsible for the MSC’s employment rehabilitation programme for disabled people in the mid-1980s was none other than Huw Vaughan Thomas, who did a stint as Chief Exec of Denbighshire County Council and succeeded Ioan Bowen Rees as Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council. Huw Vaughan Thomas was as comfortable as Ioan had been with a paedophile gang operating within the Council’s children’s homes, he refused to respond to any concerns at all (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…).

Huw was an adviser to the Welsh Office as the dawn of the National Assembly was in view and then became Auditor General for Wales, after the previous Auditor General, Jeremy Colman, was jailed for the possession of child porn. Huw has clocked up a truly impressive list of public appointments, even by the standards of a paedophiles’ friend, as has his wife Enid Rowlands, who among many other things, was a member of the North Wales Health Authority (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Enid is a member of the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority, which is only understandable for someone who’s husband allowed a paedophile gang to rage within the children’s homes for which he was responsible and who was involved in a major scandal herself involving the disappearance of a large sum of public money followed by allegations of conflict of interest into the bargain. Should anyone delude themselves that they can escape Enid by ‘going private’, oh no you can’t, she was involved with BUPA as well.

Enid and Huw have a son. His career got off to a flying start when he was given a training place in the National Auditor for Wales’s Office, where his dad occupied the most senior position. I look forward to Thomas minor joining an NHS Board very soon, it’ll be in his genes.

 

The man who Chaired the MSC on a UK wide level, 1976-82, so who was in post when Rosser and Huw Vaughan Thomas were appointed, was Sir Richard O’Brien.

Richard O’ Brien led a distinguished career in public service, which spanned several Gov’ts. O’Brien was Director of the CBI’s industrial policy committee in the early 1970s and was described as being ‘at heart of the postwar consensus in favour of Gov’t intervention and planning’. In 1976 Callaghan’s Gov’t appointed O’Brien as Chairman of the MSC. In 1979 Thatch confirmed O’Brien’s appointment as the first Chairman of the Crown Appointments Commission to appoint an Archbishop of Canterbury. O’Brien recommended Robert Runcie.

After the Scarman Report which followed the inner-city riots of the early 1980s, Runcie invited O’Brien to Chair the Commission which led to the 1985 report ‘Faith in the City’. An unnamed Cabinet Minister dismissed the Report as ‘Marxist’ and Thatch complained that there was nothing in it about ‘self-help or doing anything for yourself’. It was perceived that ‘Faith in the City’ led to very great strains between some members of Thatcher’s Gov’t and the Church of England, which resulted in Tebbit being as rude as he felt able to be to C of E Bishops on ‘Question Time’ and Thatch making comments about the Bishops being ‘cuckoos in the nest’. Yet Douglas Hurd, then Home Secretary, ‘was impressed by the conclusions on crime’, drawn by ‘Faith in the City’ whilst Heseltine, then Secretary of State for Defence, stated that the Bishops had got it wrong and ‘conditions in the inner cities are much worse than they say’.

At the time Hurd was Home Secretary, running a Home Office that was actively colluding with the serious organised crime in north Wales on the part of Dafydd and the gang and ignoring the appalling events and constant deaths at Risley Remand Centre (see posts ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Include Me Out’). Hurd was the nephew of the botanist Professor Edred Henry Corner, who knew Prof Greig-Smith of the Plant Biology Dept at UCNW, whose colleagues were concealing the activities of Dafydd and the gang. Furthermore, Greig-Smith’s colleague Chris Wood was married to Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was facilitating the gang. Greig-Smith and Chris Wood were particularly helpful to one mature student, Gaye Kennaway. Gaye was married to Ian Kennaway, who was Director of Regions for the National Trust (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

During the mid-1980s, Penrhyn Castle, which was under the control of the NT, ran an MSC scheme which employed the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles, many of whom were witnesses to crime so serious that had anyone listened to them their evidence could have put a few people behind bars (see posts ‘That’s Entertainment’ and ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). My post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’ describes the situation of the teenaged girls employed on the MSC scheme as nursery assistants in the UCNW creche for the children of staff and students in 1982. The girls were not mentored, they were completely out of their depth and there were a lot of things happening in that nursery that should not have been happening and people allowed access to the nursery who should not have been.

The nursery was located in the Students’ Union building and I have explained in previous posts how every SU sabbatical officer was a lackey who concealed the activities of Dafydd and the gang. Duncan Orme, the Welfare Officer, was rewarded with a career in NHS senior management after crapping himself and fleeing when I approached him about Gwynne the lobotomist, the forged documents and the threats made to Brown and I (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Fiona Woolmer the Wimmin’s Officer bollocked on about campaigning to have VAT removed from sanitary products but failed to breathe a word about the trafficking gang which was targeting vulnerable wimmin students (see post ‘Just A Language Divide’), a man called Aiden was busying himself with Irish Republican activity and Martyn was the Gay Rights Champ which would normally be a benign role but the sex trafficking ring were targeting male students and schoolboys and the Chester branch of CHE was alleged to have been a front for paedophilia. Dear old Fran Tate was Welfare Officer at some point after Duncan Orme, which led Fran into a lifelong fulfilling career in north Wales as a paedophiles’ friend of the highest order (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’). One of the SU Presidents embezzled a large sum of money from the coffers of the SU but was not prosecuted and received references and a cheery wave to see him on his way. The richest student society was CA (Community Action), which ‘helped out’ at Ty’r Felin children’s home, where the kids were battered, raped and trafficked to locations including Dolphin Square. CA had its own minibus and salaried organiser.

So how I laughed when years after the rest of the world woke up to the excesses of apartheid South Africa, UCNW SU announced that they would be banning the sale of Nestle chocolate products in the SU shop and would be renaming the SU watering hole ‘The Mandela Bar’. While all this went on, the branch of Barclays Bank in the SU continued to do a roaring trade. It was located next to the shop that refused to sell Nestle chocs. The SU sabbatical officers were such dipsticks that I can only presume that someone at an NUS conference told them about Nestle’s interests in South Africa because they were completely unaware of the wider world. There were bright political students at UNCW, but they steered well clear of the SU because it was dominated by embryonic paedophiles’ friends.

Friends at other universities told me that they too gave up with student politics because it was dominated by complete wankers. I used to think that perhaps the levels of engagement and awareness was higher at elite institutions such as Oxford, but I don’t think that they were. It was once more the wankers who flooded through the doors into student politics, but richer more privileged wankers who had believed that they were Prime Ministerial material since the age of 12. Indeed they were Prime Ministerial material and just look at the mess.

 

As for Heseltine’s concern for urban deprivation, readers can read all about what he did with the info regarding the crimes of Dafydd et al in my post ‘Those Who Are Ready to Serve’.

 

‘Faith in the City’ led to the establishment of a Church Urban Fund – of which Richard O’Brien was Vice Chairman – to strengthen the Church’s work in the inner-cities, which led to the Church coming up sharp against the kids in care who had been trafficked from north Wales into sex work in the inner cities. No-one said a word, even when those young people were dying of AIDS. The Church and other organisations simply used their knowledge of how those former kids in care contracted AIDS to extract funding from Gov’t for their work with AIDS patients, which was given a PR boost by the patronage of high profile celebs, including Princess Di (see posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Buried Under Canary Wharf’). Di was married to the man who was Chancellor of UCNW and who refused to ‘get involved’ after Alison Taylor wrote to him in the late 1980s telling him that children in care were being abused in north Wales.

 

Richard O’Brien grew up in Derbyshire, the son of a Top Doctor. In the 1980s there was a paedophile ring in Derbyshire with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. As in north Wales, it seemed that the organised abuse of children in Derbyshire had stretched back decades and had been concealed by the usual culprits – the police, Top Doctors, social services, politicians etc. O’Brien studied law at Clare College Cambridge and had an outstanding record of service in WWII, during which time he acted as personal assistant to Field Marshal Montgomery. Their relationship developed into a friendship which continued after the war and Montgomery took O’Brien to Number 10 and introduced him to Attlee. O’Brien would definitely have had links with the security services.

After retiring from the Army, for two years O’Brien was the Development Officer for the National Association of Boys’ Clubs. O’Brien took up this role after being inspired by Attlee’s work with the same organisation. He then took up a career in engineering. O’Brien was Director of Industrial Relations at the British Motor Corporation (later known as British Leyland), 1961-66 and was an adviser to Harold Wilson’s Dept of Economic Affairs, 1966-68, under Ministers Michael Stewart and then Peter Shore.

Peter Shore was the Labour MP for Bethnal Green and Stepney and then Stepney and Poplar (1964-83) and a Cabinet Minister in Wilson’s and Callaghan’s Gov’ts. Shore knew about kids from north Wales being trafficked to his patch and he also knew why so many of them began dying of HIV in the 1980s. Shore remained schtum but was most helpful to all those good hearted people linked to Dafydd’s associates who helped the poor things dying from AIDS (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Buried Under Canary Wharf’).

It was Michael Foot, in his capacity as Employment Secretary in Wilson’s Gov’t, who appointed O’Brien as Chair of the MSC in Feb 1976. Footie himself concealed a great deal of crime related to the sexual exploitation of vulnerable people, including children and there are indications that his own sexual activities were potentially scandalous but he successfully kept them out of the press because of the dirt that he had on the press barons (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…!’). I have only just woken up to the fact that Footie was Lord President of the Council, April 1976-May 1979, which made him the visitor for UCNW. At the time, Sir Charles Evans’s management of the institution was so bad that Dafydd Wigley asked Shirl, as Education Secretary, to hold a public inquiry into the matter. Shirl refused, which was just as well because the institution was facilitating Dafydd’s sex trafficking gang which so many people had a vested interest in concealing that Parliament would have collapsed if Shirl had even scratched the surface.

 

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‘Tell me Mr Urquhart, is Dr Dafydd Alun Jones an insane incompetent old fool who is only tolerated because he’s running the Westminster Paedophile Ring?’

‘You might very well think that; I couldn’t possibly comment.’

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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It’s almost as if ‘House of Cards’ was written by someone who knew something of what was going on in 1990, when the BBC screened the drama. The story line revolved around murderous politicians and in the 2013 US remake, Francis Urquhart metamorphosed into ‘Frank Underwood’. Frank was Tony Francis’s middle name, it appeared on all those affidavits that he swore when he was perjuring himself.

‘House of Cards’ was written by Michael Dobbs. From 1977 to 1979, Dobbs was an adviser to Thatch, then leader of the Opposition. From 1979 to 1981, he was a Conservative MP speechwriter. From 1981 to 1986, Dobbs served as a Government Spad. From 1986 to 1987, he was the Conservative Party Chief of Staff. Considered a ‘masterful political operator’, he was called ‘Westminster’s baby-faced hit man’, by ‘The Guardian’ in 1987. From 1994 to 1995, Dobbs served Major’s Gov’t as Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party. In addition, Dobbs was Deputy Advertising Chairman at Saatchi & Saatchi, 1983-86, then Director of Worldwide Corporate Communications, 1987-88 and Deputy Chairman, working directly under Maurice Saatchi, 1988-91.

Michael Dobbs has stated that he wrote ‘House of Cards’ after witnessing a particularly dreadful scene involving Thatch.

Michael: I didn’t watch ‘House of Cards’, but my house mates did. I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School when it was screened in the UK and I was the target of the sociopaths upon which you based your TV drama. The nation loved it, but if you ever find that you are working with murdering child abusers again and that I and my friends are the people whom they have in the sight of their cross-hairs, could you pop over to my place and warn me please? Thanks.

In April 1992, days after John Major won the General Election, the firebomb in Brighton killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Thanks Mike!!!

‘House of Cards’ didn’t contain a character called ‘Dafydd’, because it’s an unusual name in England and it would have been a bit of a giveaway. Furthermore, had Dobbs based a fictional character on the real thing, his drama would have been dismissed out of hand as being so ludicrous that the BBC wouldn’t have screened it. Having said that, the BBC did employ Jimmy Savile, so they knew that truth is stranger than fiction.

Savile visited Bryn Estyn, where one boy alleged that Savile watched as the boy was raped by a group of men.

 

Marmaduke James Hussey, Baron Hussey of North Bradley, Chairman of the BBC Board of Governors, 1986-96:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Marmaduke was married to Susan Katharine Hussey, Baroness Hussey of North Bradley, Lady in Waiting to Lilibet and Godmother of Prince William: 

 

Lady Susan with friends:

 

Lady Susan is the sister of The Lord Waldegrave of North Hill who was Secretary of State for Health, Nov 1990-April 1992 and who has been Provost of Eton College since Feb 2009:

 

 

In Dec 1986 Professor Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at that institution favoured by the privileged, St George’s Hospital Medical School, was imprisoned for his vast collection of child porn.

 

It was Tebbit who in 1981 did not renew Richard O’Brien’s appointment at the MSC, although O’Brien thought that Thatch was behind the decision. Lord David Young replaced O’Brien. David Young was Thatcher’s mate who was responsible for pushing through the privatisation agenda. Thatch viewed David Young as personally loyal to her and in March 1987 appointed him to a central role in planning the 1987 General Election campaign. Young was responsible for organising Thatch’s tours and appearances on TV. One week before polling day on June 4 1987, Young and Tebs had a major disagreement about campaign strategy, on the day that has become known as ‘Wobbly Thursday’. Young is said to have grabbed Tebs by the lapels and said to him ‘Norman, listen to me, we are about to lose this fucking election’.

No you weren’t David, because you were imprisoning and killing the witnesses who could have gone public about Sir Peter Morrison, who was at the time molesting children in north Wales while he doubled up as Conservative Party Deputy Chairman.

Sir Peter Morrison
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The Tory Party Chairman for much of the time when Morrison was Deputy Chairman was this old war horse, who’s dad didn’t riot but got on his bike and looked for work:

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Morrison’s sister Dame Mary spent most of her life as Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet.

 

The month following the Tories’ 1987 General Election victory, Dafydd and the paedophile gang made a well-planned, co-ordinated effort to frame and imprison me for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’. The Mental Health Act Commission and Risley Remand Centre were on board with the conspiracy, as evidenced by copies of letters that are now in my possession written by David Ewart of the Mental Health Act Commission’s Liverpool office. The plan failed thanks to  a nursing officer, Jeff Crowther, making a statement in which he admitted that I had not attempted to stab anyone and Sgt Morgan in Bangor Police Station protected me further by refusing to take untruthful statements from staff at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh who were ringing him up making allegations against me as I sat in front of him and also by preventing D.G.E. Wood from coming into my cell. See posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’.

Jeff Crowther left north Wales just before the Waterhouse Inquiry opened, after his wife died while ‘in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd’ and a drug addict threatened to kill him (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’). Sgt Morgan’s career came to an end not long after he protected me, after he was found guilty of indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in custody. Jeff seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty before Sgt Morgan was even put on trial.

Meanwhile, over at Labour Party HQ, Ron Davies – who subsequently became notorious for his ‘moment of madness’ with a male prostitute called Boogie and then an episode in which he was ‘looking for badgers’ – was journeying toward his eventual destination of Secretary of State for Wales under Blair. In 1987 the Windbag was still leader of the Labour Party and deluded himself that he was going to win the election (see post ‘I Warn You…’). The Windbag who had known Tony Francis when Francis was a student in Cardiff. The Windbag who was married to Glenys from Anglesey. Which was where the girl on the MSC scheme who encountered such problems was from as well as her colleague, S. Glenys and her family were personal friends of scores of those who had spent years concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles, including Lord Cledwyn, MP for Anglesey and one time Secretary of State for Wales  (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

 

At the time of and after the attempt by Dafydd et al to have me framed and imprisoned, a number of students from Leicester University – an institution heaving with paedophiles’ friends as detailed in previous posts, as a result of the presence of the Leicestershire paedophile ring involving Frank Beck and Greville Janner – knew what was happening to me. The students all had Radical Consciences and were involved with the SU at Leicester University and other leftist groups in the city, including Wimmin’s causes. One such person shared our house and was given extensive accounts of what was happening to me by both Brown and I. She and her friends read the statements in which the Top Docs perjured themselves. This person went to school with me in Somerset and was called Caroline Goodman then. By the time that we were living in Leicester she was known as Carrie Grant, but the last I heard she was living in Aberdeen, working as a teacher and using a different name. She is married to a retired economics lecture from Aberdeen University. Brown didn’t think that Caroline was involved with the paedophiles’ friends in Leicester, but I have been told that she definitely was and decided to keep quiet about what she knew was happening in north Wales.

Caroline’s Radical Conscience had its limits though. I made the mistake of telling her that I was very concerned at the fate of a Denbigh patient who had been unlawfully transferred to Risley Remand Centre, because I witnessed Dafydd’s mole Sister Janice Davies fit him up and then spread the word that he was violent and dangerous. This man had been previously accused of a sex offence and I very much suspected that he’d been fitted up for that as well. Caroline became very angry with me and screamed that she ‘didn’t give a fuck’ about this man. Well you’ll be delighted to know Caroline that he was almost certainly found dead in Risley Remand Centre, that tended to happen to the victims of Dafydd and the gang who stood accused of sex offences. I witnessed this man being fitted up in Jan 1987. I told Caroline – and other people – in Leicester about it over the summer of 1987.

18 Nov 1987, Kings Cross. 31 people died. I was due to pass through the station at the time of the fire but I’d been delayed so I missed it.

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Just how thick and callous are you all?

 

After the 1987 General Election, David Young was promoted to Secretary of State for Trade and Industry. He served two years in the role and privatised the last of the state industries in the department. In May 1989 Young told Thatch that he would like to return to private life. He resigned from the Cabinet in 1989 but received an appointment as Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party to help Kenneth Baker reorganise Central Office and then stood down on the resignation of Margaret Thatcher.

Young returned to business as a Director of Salomon Inc and Executive Chairman of Cable and Wireless. From 1993 he was President of the Institute of Directors and from 1995 was Chairman of Council of University College, London, with which many paedophiles’ friends are associated.

Young was the first President of Jewish Care, 1990–1997.

In 1996 Young set up his own company, Young Associates Ltd, with two partners Simon Alberga and Yoav Kurtzbard, that actively invests in technology companies. He is Chairman and controlling shareholder of the Camcon Federation of companies, a Cambridge-based federation of companies with innovative technology in the Oil and Gas, Auto and Medical fields. Young is controlling shareholder and on the board of TSSI Systems Ltd, a long established company in security technology and in both these companies he works with Danny Chapchal. He is a substantial shareholder and Chairman of Deep Tek Ltd, a company with developed technology to enable operations in deep and ultra deep waters in the Oil and Gas sectors and in scientific exploration. Young is a substantial shareholder and Chairman of KashFlow Software Ltd, a leading provider of online accounting for SMEs.

Lord Young has a number of charitable interests including the Presidency of Chai Cancer Care and the Coram Trust, Chairman of the Chichester Festival Theatre and of the Jewish Museum London and Trustee of the Co-Existence Trust and the MBI Jaber Foundation. In December 2010, Young also became a Patron of Lifelites, the charity providing technology for children in hospices.

In June 2010, Young was appointed adviser to PM David Cameron by the Coalition Gov’t to review health and safety laws.

 

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In October 2010, David Young was appointed Enterprise Adviser to Cameron and asked to conduct a ‘brutal’ review of the relationship of Gov’t to small firms. This resulted in a three-part review to Cameron on enterprise and small business.

In May 2012, Young delivered the first part of this review, entitled ‘Make Business Your Business’. Young highlighted the number of start-up businesses to indicate a growing culture of enterprise and entrepreneurship in the UK. The report introduced a new Gov’t programme, Start Up Loans, providing loans and mentoring to get a business venture started. In June 2013, Young delivered ‘Growing Your Business’, which looked at how new and developing small firms can grow and expand into new markets. In June 2014, Young reviewed the relevance of enterprise in education in ‘Enterprise for All’.

One of the wealthiest Top Doctors in north Wales, if not the wealthiest, is Dafydd. Dafydd’s partner in crime John Allen, who owned the Bryn Alyn Community as well as the brothels in Brighton and London to which he trafficked kids from children’s homes in north Wales, was a millionaire on the back of the profits from Bryn Alyn by the mid-1970s. Their business interests did very well under Health, Wilson and Callaghan, but the tills really rang out under Thatch.

Coutts cheque to buy off unscrupulous people? That’ll do nicely! See post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’.

 

Norman Tebbit appointed Richard O’Brien Chairman of the Engineering Industry Training Board in 1982 and O’Brien continued to serve with a number of other organisations concerned with training and education.

O’Brien was Chairman of the Policy Studies Institute, 1984-90, serving subsequently as its joint Chairman until 1998. Sociologist Tariq Modood was a Senior Research Fellow at the Policy Studies Institute, 1993-97. Tariq’s empire is at the University of Bristol, Dr D.G.E. Wood’s and Lord David Hunt’s alma mater. For many years now Tariq has been constructed as the leading authority on the sociology of ethnic minorities and New Labour really loved him. When I was doing my PhD I wrote to Tariq, not realising how rich and famous he was. I did not receive a reply. A couple of years later I mentioned this to a senior academic who laughed and said that Tariq was so important that he really would not concern himself with a PhD student, but I mustn’t feel embarrassed about contacting him if ever I met Tariq because Tariq wouldn’t even remember my e mail. This academic then let on that he had interviewed Tariq for a lecturing job before Tariq was quite so grand, but the panel decided not to appoint him because Tariq’s ‘sense of importance’ would make him impossible to work with.

So imagine my surprise when a couple of years later, I was involved in preparing a big research bid re ethnic minorities with some colleagues from Bradford, when I was told by one of the leading lights in ethnic minorities research in Bradford that if our bid was successful, we’d undoubtedly find one Tariq Modood knocking on our door and when we did, would we please not let him in because he was an unscrupulous nightmare. I subsequently got to know someone who had worked with Tariq and was told that he was at that point busy trying to ingratiate himself to Tony Blair. If one reads Modood’s work, one can see that he has significantly shifted his intellectual and political position over the years. The shift coincides with whichever policy the Gov’t of the day wishes to promote.

Tariq completed his Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees at Durham University, when social scientists in that institution were concealing the paedophile gang operating in the north east which was linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales (see post ‘I Warn You…’). Professor Eric Sunderland was Professor of Anthropology at Durham, 1971-84 and then PVC, 1979-84. In 1984 the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales sent up a distress flare, Eric responded to the call and was duly installed as Principal of UCNW. After completing his first degrees at Durham, Tariq undertook a PGCE at Cardiff University and did his PhD at Swansea University, an institution dominated by the family of paedophiles’ friend Rhodri Morgan (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

 

Richard O’Brien was a lifelong Anglican, a member of the Court of Advisers to St Paul’s Cathedral and involved in a number of charidees. He was a Trustee of HURT (Help Untwist Rape Trauma), the charity established by Jill Saward, the vicar’s daughter at the centre of the notorious Ealing Rape Case in 1986.

Although O’Brien was an establishment figure, he enjoyed hanging out with others considered radical. He was friends with E.P. Thompson, the Marxist historian from Warwick University. E.P. Thompson was a leading light in E.N.D. (European Nuclear Disarmament). More interestingly with regard to this blog’s subject matter, E.P. Thompson was a regular visitor to Croesor in north Wales, the village which hosted the ‘Welsh Bloomsbury set’, many of whom knew what Dafydd et al were doing (see post ‘The Village’). O’Brien was also friends with Lindsay Anderson, who directed the films ‘If…’ and ‘O Lucky Man’. ‘O Lucky Man’ was an alleged fantasy, which featured a lot of people doing the sort of things described on this blog.

 

Do you mean mari-jew-ana?

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Sir Richard O'Brien

 

 

It has now been acknowledged that Runcie concealed child abuse. A quick look at his biography suggests that Runcie will have concealed child abuse on an even grander scale than has been admitted.

David Sheppard was the cricketing Bishop of Liverpool, 1975-97, who also concealed child abuse and Sheppard knew a great deal about the havoc that Dafydd and the paedophiles were causing in Liverpool as well (see posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’).

 

So when I witnessed UCNW neglecting their duty of care towards vulnerable, not very capable teenagers on the MSC employment scheme in 1983-84, David Young was commanding the MSC on a UK-basis and Sir Melvyn Rosser was commanding the Wales arm of the MSC. Sir Peter Morrison was a Minister in the Dept of Employment at the time, under Secretary of State Tom King, who was personally known to a close relative of that unskilled manual worker in Somerset who found himself in receipt of a Coutts cheque at the time that there was such a strenuous effort on the part of the paedophile gang in north Wales to imprison me (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’).

 

Richard O’Brien went to Oundle School, Northamptonshire. As did Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, who owned the Brondanw estate in Croesor and let out his properties to E.P. Thompson and many others, who knew what Dafydd et al were up to (see post ‘The Village’). Other old Oundelians include:

Sir Kenneth Robinson, Labour MP and Minister of Health, 1964-68, under Harold Wilson. Robinson was the man who would do anything for the Top Docs and spent years at the helm of the National Association of Mental Health (MIND) when Dafydd was involved with that organisation and while it was concealing child abuse and even deaths of psychiatric patients. After years of such sterling service, Robinson was appointed as Chair of the Arts Council of Great Britain, a post usually occupied by those who have attained the status of paedophiles’ friends at an earlier stage in their careers. See post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ for info on Robinson. Robinson was Health Minister when Dafydd was appointed as consultant to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Almost immediately, Dafydd was involved in a scandal concerning the serious neglect of patients which even made the pages of ‘The Times’.

Michael Wynn, 7th Baron Newborough. Lord Newborough owned estates in north Wales and served in the RNVR, along with so many paedophiles’ friends and would have known about their wrongdoing (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Michael Wynn is the father of the current Lord Newborough, who spent most of his career in the world’s financial centres but now runs the family estate and is a friend of Carlo (see post ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’).

Sir Peter Scott achieved fame as the naturalist who was behind Slimbridge and he also did much broadcasting with the BBC, along with David Attenborough. Attenborough’s father Frederick was Principal of the institution which became Leicester University (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’. Scott served in the RNVR. He was one of the founders of the World Wide Fund for Nature (formerly called the World Wildlife Fund), which entertained the nation as a result of its association with Prince Philip who enjoyed himself shooting wildlife at the time:

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Peter Scott was Chancellor of Birmingham University, 1973-83, whilst it housed Professor Robert Bluglass (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) and Professor Ian Brockington (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’), both of whom concealed the paedophile gang in north Wales.

Anthony Holden is a journo and a biographer, his most notable biography being one of Carlo.

Oundle has produced heaps of others who have occupied or do occupy positions of influence, including many people who attained high rank in the forces. Other old pupils include:

Alex Baldock, CEO of Dixons Carphone; Sir Howard Stringer, Chairman and CEO, Sony Corporation (Sony gave rock star Gruff Rhys – the son of Ioan Bowen Rees the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council while the paedophile gang did their worst in the Council’s children’s homes – that very favourable recording contract (see post ‘The International Language of Screaming’); Damian Grammaticas, BBC Europe Correspondent; David Lyon, International Development Correspondent of BBC News; Rufus Pollock, economist and founder of Open Knowledge International; Norman Smith, Assistant Political Editor of BBC News; Charles Wintour, newspaper editor; Lord Richard Allan, Lib Dem MP; Michael Beaumont, Conservative MP; Sir Roy Beldam, Lord Justice of Appeal; Caroline Criado Perez, feminist campaigner and writer; Lord Robert Dixon-Smith, Conservative MP; Lord Frederick Erroll, Conservative MP; Donald Gorrie, Lib Dem MP; Sir Herbert Palmer, Governor of Gambia and Cyprus; Ralph Bonner Pink, Conservative MP; David Reddaway, diplomat, Lord David Lockhart-Mure Renton, Conservative MP; Sir Joseph Simpson, Met Commissioner; Peter Thurnham, Conservative and Lib Dem MP; Prince Tomislav of Yugoslavia; Michael Mustill, Law Lord; Michael Ashby, neurologist; Colin Bibby, conservationist; Sir Cyril Clarke, physician; Richard Dawkins, evolutionary biologist; Charles Fagge, surgeon; Sir Alister Hardy, marine biologist; John Harman, former Chairman of the BNF; Leslie Hilton Browne, ornithologist and agriculturalist; Richard Keynes, physiologist; Clive Minton, ornithologist; David Nabarro, UN system coordinator; Joseph Needham, biochemist; Robin Nicholson, Chief Scientific Adviser to the Cabinet; Alan Lindsay Mackay, crystallographer.

There are many, many more…

 

I have mentioned before that I was friendly with many zoology students, both undergrads and postgrads when I was an undergrad at UCNW in the 1980s. My friend Anne Vernon who was killed by the paedophiles’ friends in 1986 was a PhD student in the Dept of Zoology. I knew how fraught the relationships between the staff of the Zoology Dept were, as well as some of the relationships between the staff and the students, particularly the PhD students, some of whom complained of being treated very badly, even of having their career prospects damaged, by vindictive supervisors. The two academics in the Zoology Dept who seemed to have the worst track records for this were Cliff Rankin and Tony Pitcher.

I was told again and again that Rankin was having affairs with female students who would then secure jobs and postgrad places in return for their favours. I wasn’t sure whether to believe this until just before finals, one of my male house mates was given the firm offer of a PhD studentship by Rankin. After he’d achieved the required 2:1, my friend went to see Rankin to make arrangements to register for his PhD, only to be told by Rankin that he’d decided to give the studentship to another student. It was one of the girls with whom Rankin was having a relationship. It was said by the PhD students that this was characteristic of Rankin, no-one could plan their futures on any offers from him. This may be coincidental, but that housemate of mine was one of the people who knew what was happening to me at the hands of the Top Docs. After Rankin blew him out, he spent a year in Australia, where someone attempted to blackmail him, but I’m not sure what over. He then completed a PhD at Aberdeen University and ended up working as a researcher for a drug company in Kent. He was forced out of his job there in early 1991, when I was forced out of St George’s and my two friends working in the media were intimidated out of their house by a gangster and then forced out of their jobs at the Royal Television Society and the BBC (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

In my post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’, I described how there was barely a functioning health service in north Wales and the mental health services had been completely hijacked by the sex trafficking gang, so there was no real mental health care at all. Undergrads who developed mental health problems nearly always returned to their families in order to avoid the horrors of Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd et al and the postgrads just suffered. One of Cliff Rankin’s postgrads seemed to be very obviously in a fairly advanced state of anorexia, with dangerously low body weight. None of the staff batted an eyelid, although all the other students were commenting on this young woman becoming obviously quite ill.

Tony Pitcher was cohabiting on Anglesey with a young woman who was working as his research assistant – I think that she had previously been a student of his. I was very friendly with one of Pitcher’s (male) PhD students who told me that Pitcher was a real nightmare, very nasty and the only way of surviving was to get on with your work and give him a wide berth or you’d find that your career was somehow ruined. Pitcher’s foibles led to an incident with one of his PhD students in about 1985 which was so embarrassing for UCNW that it was hushed up and very few people knew about it. I did because my friend was on the scene when it happened, although he wouldn’t tell me what particular sin of Pitcher’s precipitated it.

Tony Pitcher had an outstanding PhD student who was nearing completion when Pitcher did something very, very nasty to him, which my informant would not detail. The PhD student had been mistreated and pissed about by Pitcher from the day that he arrived – he had done his first degree in Glasgow University, so he didn’t know that Pitcher should be avoided as a supervisor. Whatever Pitcher did was absolutely the last straw for this student and he walked out of the lab and went to a pub in Bangor where he got very, very drunk. The PhD student then returned to the Zoology Dept armed with a broken bottle and held a terrified Pitcher hostage. My friend was on the scene and said that the sight of Pitcher believing that he was going to die at the hands of a furious, drunk Glaswegian was very entertaining, but for the sake of Pitcher’s physical safety, my friend spent an hour helping defuse the confrontation.

Everyone expected the PhD student to be thrown out of the University. He wasn’t. I was told that what Pitcher had done to him was so serious that UCNW couldn’t defend it and therefore agreed to forget about any action against the PhD student in return for no-one mentioning what Pitcher had been up to. When all this happened, the Principal/VC of UCNW was the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Professor Eric Sunderland and the Dean of Science was Dr Eifion Jones, Prof Richard Bentall’s then father-in-law (see post ‘Interesting Facts’), who was also a paedophiles’ friend.

The zoology PhD student went on to become one of the world’s best known cychlid fish experts and bagged his first Chair at a very young age. So imagine my surprise when I was working at Bangor more recently as a sociologist and I was told that there was much gnashing of teeth in Biological Sciences because Prof Fergus Lowe had head hunted a Professor of Zoology, paid him a great deal of money and created a job for the new Professor’s wife as well. Then someone told me the name of the head hunted Professor. It was that PhD student who had terrified the living daylights out of Tony Pitcher all those years ago.

The new Professor was then given the post of Director of Research for the whole University, which caused yet more bad feeling. No-one could understand why Fungus had gone to such lengths to curry favour with this particular academic. It might have been because he was one of the world’s leading fish behaviourists. Or, it might have been because Professor George F. Turner, when he was a PhD student, shared a house with some of my closest friends and knew what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophile gang – with whom Fungus was working in those days. George was still sharing that house when my friend Anne was killed. George’s house at 123 Caernarfon Road was second home to Anne and me, because of our friendship with George’s housemates and we used to stay over at 123 Caernarfon Road several nights a week. Anne was engaged to one of the students in George’s house.

Before George did his first degree in zoology, he began a degree in medicine at Glasgow University, but he withdrew because he couldn’t stand the Top Doctors. When Wood et al began ruining my chances of a place at medical school – that was before Dafydd offered me one at Liverpool in return for dropping my complaints about him, obviously – it was George who told me that I wouldn’t be missing anything, because medicine was a profession with the most appalling people at the helm…

Time to fess up George. When Fungus headhunted you, he knew that I was onto him and was desperately tying up all witnesses. OK, he did want good researchers as well, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you saw the opportunity and squeezed every penny that you could out of him.

Anne was not the only person that gang killed.

 

In the 1980s, the older lecturers of staff in the Zoology Dept were famed for their pomposity, incompetence and lack of effort and were collectively known as the Bow Tie Club, on the basis of their penchant for, naturally, bow ties and their regular appearance in the refectory at lunchtime, in a special cordoned off section provided with extras such as a white table cloths, decent cutlery etc. They had done their degrees at Oxbridge and Durham and had connections to influential people at institutions like the London Zoological Society. The governing body of the London Zoo was composed of society big wigs who were keeping the lid on Dafydd et al at a high level, including Sir Ronnie Waterhouse (see post ‘Heart of Darkness’). Members of the Bow Tie Club were mates with local Top Doctors. It was the zoology PhD students who told me that the Bow Tie Club were the King’s New Clothes, not actually up to very much as zoologists, but jealously guarding their territory, resources and jobs.

One member of staff of the Zoology Dept had his life wrecked by the Top Doctors himself, a snake venom specialist, Bill Hemmings. Bill’s family certainly knew a lot about venomous snakes, they have all had a lifetime on the receiving end of them. Bill developed bipolar disorder and ended up in the hands of Dafydd. He spent years literally rotting in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Bill’s wife was appalled at what was happening and desperately tried to extract Bill from Dafydd’s clutches. The response of Dafydd et al was to denounce her as being the cause of Bill’s problems and to ban her from visiting him. I first met Bill’s wife when she had experienced decades of this, but I didn’t know that. I remember her being very stressed and very hostile to Laingian theory. I later became friendly with her daughter and son-in-law and their family and they explained that at one point Dafydd had begun styling himself as the R.D. Laing of north Wales and that particular horrid spectacle had never left Bill’s wife.

The poison wasn’t just thrown at Bill’s wife, the whole family were subjected to a nasty whispering campaign by the paedophiles’ friends, particularly when Bill’s wife established a mental health research charity. Before she died Bill’s wife was awarded an MBE. She was too frail to go to the palace for the occasion, so she was presented with the medal by Lilibet’s representative in Gwynedd, the Lord Lieutenant, who was at the time paedophiles’ friends Huw Daniel. I was of the opinion that Gwyneth should have delivered a hard kick to Daniel’s carregs when she picked up that MBE, but her son-in-law told me that she restrained herself and accepted the MBE as recognition of the suffering that the whole family had experienced.

When he was older, Bill enjoyed a much better quality of life. After years of being written off by Dafydd et al, Bill went on a visit to Shrewsbury, where he experienced a manic episode in the town. He ended up in the hands of a Top Doctor who incredibly enough knew what she was doing and after a short while in her care, Bill’s condition stabilised. That was all that it took to turn Bill’s life around – someone who wasn’t just a total idiot running a sex trafficking gang.

Oh, when I first met Bill’s wife, D.G.E. Wood told me to have nothing to do with her on the grounds that her husband was ‘completely mad’ and had not recovered from a serious illness because his wife ignored the ‘expertise’ of Dafydd et al. You worthless twat Wood, I have now known Bill’s family for 20 yrs and I know exactly how gross the Top Doctors’ abuse of Bill and his family was.

Dafydd et al were clueless anyway, but in the light of Bill working in an institution which was facilitating the sex trafficking gang, I do wonder whether the severe neglect of Bill and the poison thrown at his family might have been for the routine reason ie. Bill discovering the extent of the wrongdoing.

Just before I left north Wales, I was on a bus when someone sat next to me who remembered me from years before as a UNCW student. He had worked as a junior technician in the Zoology Dept for a short while and we started chatting about old times. He told me that the nicest lecturer in Zoology had been Dr Hemmings…

There are still a few members of the Bow Tie Club alive, as are some of their wives. Perhaps they’d like to let us all know why they abandoned their colleague to Dafydd’s dungeon and showed no support at all for Bill.

 

 

BBC News Wales is telling us that Bangor University is opening its doors to train medical students. Hywel Williams, MP for Caernarfon and a former social work colleague of Dafydd’s, is delighted and has explained that GPs tend to practice in the area in which they studied, so this will be a solution to the lack of GPs in north Wales. Hywel knows as well as I do that GPs won’t work in north Wales because the region is still run by those who facilitated a paedophile gang some 20 yrs ago. D.G.E. Wood had been responsible for GP training in north Wales for decades. However Hywel also knows that there will be applications for places to study medicine at Bangor – the applications will be from the children of the paedophile gang who’s A level grades won’t be sufficient to get them into any other medical school. The paedophiles’ friends are Hywel’s bread and butter, so it is little wonder that he has greeted the news with pleasure. In 20 yrs time the health outcomes of people in north Wales will still be among the worst in Europe and no doubt one of Hywel’s children will be an MP and they’ll tell everyone that there is a problem with the NHS and it is a result of ‘cuts’.

 

Down at Westminster, the resignation of David Davies the Brexit Secretary looks as though it might bring down the Gov’t. I could well miss all the action because I’m going away for a few days to a place with no access to wifi or indeed even TV and radio. The ‘Today’ programme were excitedly discussing whether Theresa can survive. I don’t know why she even wants to, she presides over a Gov’t of backstabbing vacuous idiots who are knifing her after telling her that she was the best thing since sliced bread. ‘Leave it Theresa, they ain’t worf it’. Go to your favourite hotel, that one near Dolgellau and spend some time among normal people and hills and let them stew at Westminster. They’ll all ‘be ready to serve’ from the minute that you resign.

 

I keep being told that I should receive an apology for what happened to me. I would take it as an insult if I did. None of this was an accident. No-one accidentally missed a vicious sex trafficking gang as they targeted me and my friends for thirty years. Their crimes were recorded by and known to the security services and received the full backing of Gov’t. The harsh reality is that for decades the careers and pensions of a bunch of vile troughing old Top Docs and their allies were systematically considered to be more important than the lives of hundreds of young people. Get over it world. The British state did this, it did it deliberately and over a course of many, many years as an awful lot of people stood by and assisted or watched. It wasn’t long ago and far away, I was being threatened and harassed until the day that I left north Wales. No amount of Me Tooing or inquiries into organised abuse will bring back the dead. Live with what you have all done. If anyone really had one ounce of regret those bodies at Denbigh would be recovered. There is no sign of that happening.

 

 

 

Dates For Your Diary

I used to live near a village in Somerset called Fiddington and a group of villagers produced a parish newsletter, the ‘Fiddington News’, on a regular basis. The ‘Fiddington News’ had a feature entitled ‘Dates For Your Diary’ and as disrespectful teenagers, my friend and I would howl with laughter at the idea of putting some of the suggested dates in our diaries. It wasn’t that the dates were pure evil, they were just the sort of things that teenagers laugh at – whist drives, Evensong, or if the boat was really being pushed out, the Flower Show.

So in ‘Fiddington News’ style, here’s a post with a few Dates For Your Diary, at least for those people who are interested in joining the dots re the Westminster Paedophile Ring and associated wrongdoing.

Previous posts eg. ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ detailed the attempts of Top Docs Malcolm Pearce and Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain at St George’s Hospital Medical School to become world famous by publishing, in Aug 1994, an account of a life saving medical miracle that they had performed. Unfortunately for them, everything unravelled rapidly as it was very soon revealed that they had performed no such operation and had committed a major research fraud. Pearce was sacked in Dec 1994 and struck off in June 1995. Chamberlain did not face any disciplinary action, I suspect because of his key role in concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and his close association with the Royal gynaecologist Sir George Pinker (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’).

In my post ‘Now Then…’ I also detailed how, when he was working in the US in 1965-66, Chamberlain had carried out medical experiments on at least one living foetus whom he had aborted at 7 months gestation and then killed after the experiments. I cannot understand how this never came to the attention of the wider public, not only when Chamberlain became embroiled in scandal in 1994, but throughout the many battles over abortion in the US. America has a vociferous anti-abortion lobby who’s worst nightmare is exactly the sort of thing that Chamberlain did. Chamberlain’s work was published in 1968 in the ‘American Journal of Obstetrics and Gynaecology’, so I can only assume that someone worked very hard to ensure that his research never appeared in the media or as part of any anti-abortion campaign.

Furthermore, in the US there is legislation that supposedly prevents the sort of thing that Chamberlain was doing from being kept secret ie. the US Freedom of Information legislation, which began in the 1970s and has been under further development up to the present. In anti-abortion campaigning in America, there is no specific reference to Chamberlain et al (1968) although there’s a strand of campaigning regarding feotal awareness and sensitivity, feotal disposal and feotal experimentation, which clearly alludes to the sort of thing that Chamberlain was doing. Chamberlain scarpered back to the UK by the time that his Mengele-like efforts were published, so perhaps that is how he avoided the car bombs, drive-by shootings, aggressive picketing and the like.

My posts ‘The Banality Of Evil’, ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’ and ‘Now Then…’ describe how, during 1994 and 1995 – after there had been a police investigation into a possible paedophile ring operating in north Wales/Cheshire and the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was underway and there was an increasing number of voices demanding a public inquiry into matters north Wales – the refusal of anyone to investigate my very serious complaints about Dafydd et al and the numerous attempts by Dafydd and the paedophile gang to have me declared dangerous and incarcerated on the basis of no more than their perjury, mapped neatly on to events at St George’s Hospital Medical School. I had worked for Malcolm Pearce at St Georges, 1989-91 and was forced out of my job (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Documents now in my possession demonstrate clearly that St George’s colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles and were, without my knowledge, in direct communication with them whilst I was employed there.

Posts ‘The International Language Of Screaming’, ‘Feet In Chains’ and ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’ describe how, when investigations into the VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire ‘of which there was no evidence’ were underway, there was a frantic reconstruction of the image of north Wales as a place heaving with talented writers, musicians and other cultural giants and a sudden explosion of interest in the writing of the history of psychiatry in north Wales, which somehow forgot to mention the endemic abuse of patients, the Mary Wynch case – which made history – or the dungeon in which Dafydd was unlawfully imprisoning victims of the sex trafficking gang. The ‘talented people’ suddenly colonising the media from north Wales and those rewriting history were all members or associates of the sex trafficking gang or their families.

I have mentioned how, when the distress flare was sent up by the paedophiles of north Wales, reinforcements from other parts of the UK were called in, such as Charles Webster from Oxford University, ‘the official NHS historian’, the ‘polymath’ Dr Jonathan Miller (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’) and, it would seem, those medical men who were set to make history at St George’s. Professor Mark Williams, Dafydd’s colleague from Bangor University, was taking the world by storm with his research fraud which was Mindfulness (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’) and Dafydd himself had discovered PTSD (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) and was leading the field in diagnosing ‘cannabis psychosis’ whilst selling Class A drugs.

Between the fit-ups in court and the deaths of our friends, us service users in north Wales were pissing ourselves laughing as we saw these fuckwits whom we knew very well paraded before the world as groundbreaking superstars.

I have mentioned that Chamberlain received plenty of good PR to see him through choppy waters as a result of his friendship with Cilla Black, who in the early-mid 1990s was the biggest light entertainment star – and money spinner – for LWT. Dear old Peter Mandelson had worked for LWT in the 1980s and then dedicated himself to reconstructing the image of the Labour Party in exactly the same way that someone was encouraging the paedophiles’ friends to reconstruct the image of north Wales. The fickle finger of suspicion can’t only be pointed at Mandy – that was an era of marketing and ad men lying their arses off in order to convince people that stupid, criminal politicians were going to save the nation.

Come on down Tim Bell and Saatchi and Saatchi, the Price Is Right!

 

I was fascinated to see the emergence of someone else who became a light entertainment favourite – and a very rich woman – in spite of her lack of ability and, it transpired, her deeply unpleasant way of conducting herself, during 1994. I am talking Vanessa Feltz.

Vanessa arrived on our TV screens from – allegedly – nowhere in May 1994, after she landed a very lucrative contract with Anglia TV to present a daytime show, ‘Vanessa’. It was a new type of TV show for the UK, very obviously modelled on the multiply traumatised  multimillionaire Oprah in the UK. My God, Vanessa wasn’t half talked up before her show was launched. Acres and acres of newsprint, wall to wall interviews with Vanessa and her husband on TV and radio. There was only one narrative – that Vanessa was a ‘Jewish housewife from north London’ who had struck lucky because someone somewhere had noticed her ‘talent’. Vanessa would appear on a sofa shrieking, explaining that she was a ‘big woman’ who of course ‘likes chocolate’ and was going to change the course of light entertainment. I noticed all this not because of the trite Vanessa, but because of who her husband was, who was mentioned in EVERY interview and appeared on TV with her. He was the surgeon Michael Kurer, who had trained at UCL and I knew what some of his colleagues were getting up to.

Vanessa banged on constantly about her ‘wonderful’ doctor husband and her ‘gorgeous’ children. Which I thought was weird because if I was embarking on a career in trash TV, I would want my family kept well out of it. Furthermore, if I was working as a Top Doctor, I would want to be kept well out of it as well. But no, Vanessa shrieked and giggled through numerous interviews, screaming ‘he’s a doctor, he’s a doctor, isn’t he wonderful’ and took trips down memory lane and recounted how her gran was laid up in UCH and said to her that there was a lovely young medical student on duty and how the 17 year old Vanessa was introduced to this GORGEOUS – shriek, shriek, shake the dated hairstyle about – aspiring Top Doc. Engagement and marital bliss followed from 1983 onward, a la Barbara Cartland.

It was very clear to me that the Top Doc was Vanessa’s USP and was a key part of the equation.

Furthermore, Vanessa wasn’t ‘just a Jewish housewife’. She was Jewish and she did come from north London – Totteridge, a very affluent area, her father had a ‘lingerie business’ – but she was a graduate of Trinity College, Cambridge and was a journalist for the ‘Jewish Chronicle’ and the ‘Daily Mirror’. Vanessa, who mentioned her family values as often as she mentioned the Top Doc husband and beautiful children, had also specialised in offering outspoken sex advice and had written for ‘Men Only’. So Vanessa could well have bumped into Dafydd’s and paedophiles’ friends such as Dr Philip Cauthery and Dr Martin Cole (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’), Dr Patricia Gillan (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’) etc. Sex therapists all. Cauthery was on the Editorial Board of ‘Forum’ magazine, for which Alastair Campbell wrote. Campbell also worked for the ‘Daily Mirror’.

Feltz had also worked for the BBC London radio station GLR.

‘I’m just a suburban doctor’s wife who spends my time making cup cakes for the children.’

 

With her arms in the sink:
Vanessa feltz podium.jpg

 

Vanessa went to Haberdasher Aske’s Girls’ School. I’m fairly sure that Esther Ratnzen, that good friend of Dafydd and the abusers, sent her daughter to Haberdasher Aske’s and Esther is also part of the celebrity Jewish London community.

 

As for the Top Doc, Michael Kurer was appointed as a consultant orthopaedic and shoulder surgeon to the North Middlesex University NHS Trust in 1994. He was born and grew up in Manchester before attending medical school at UCL. Kurer started his orthopaedic training at the Royal Free Hospital and became a senior registrar at the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital.

Kurer’s interest in shoulders was inspired by working with Ian Bayley and Paul Calvert. Kurer spent a year working with them as a research fellow immediately prior to his consultant appointment.

Paul Calvert built up a specialist shoulder clinic in the orthopaedic department at St George’s Hospital, where he was clinical lead for ten years.

Why does that not surprise me?

Calvert later moved to the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital, where Kurer worked with him. Although Calvert trained as a general orthopaedic surgeon, he retained his involvement with trauma surgery and continued to cover for medical emergencies. Calvert was the lead surgeon on call at the Clapham Junction rail crash in 1988, St George’s being the nearest hospital to the crash site.

Calvert ‘masterminded’ the emergency care at St George’s for those injured in the Clapham Junction rail crash, as well as ‘dealing briskly’ with various incursions from the media and the Gov’t. Calvert has published on orthopaedic surgery and on the consequences of the Clapham Junction rail crash. The new orthopaedic operating theatres that he planned and commissioned at St George’s were named in his honour.

Paul Calvert died of cancer in May 2004, aged 55.

 

The Clapham Junction rail crash happened on 12 Dec 1988. Thirty five people died and 484 were injured. The crash was caused by a signal failure as a result of a wiring fault. A subsequent Public Inquiry Chaired by Anthony Hidden QC found serious health and safety violations on the part of British Rail and BR were fined £250k.

The Hidden Inquiry also recommended the installation of automatic train protection (ATP) for the whole rail network. The ATP equipment governs the speed of trains and automatically stops them at red lights. However, the £750m price tag was considered too high by British Rail and the Gov’t, immediately prior to privatisation in 1993. In 1998 after the Paddington rail crash, Deputy PM John Prescott said that ‘money was no object’ in upgrading railway safety systems.

An inquiry led by Lord Cullen into fatal crashes at Southall in 1997 and at Ladbroke Grove in 1999 once again called for ATP to be installed by 2010 on the railways. Yet in 2002 Blair’s Transport Secretary, Stephen Byers, said the Gov’t would not commit to the £3bn needed to install ATP. However, the cheaper, simpler Train Protection and Warning System (TPWS) has since been installed across the network – although it cannot stop trains going through a red light if they are travelling at more than 75 mph.

So we’ll wait for the next train crash. When it happens, as with the Clapham Junction disaster, the TV cameras will be there to film the Top Docs wearing their high vis jackets with ‘DOCTOR’ written on the back, as they wade through the wreckage and the corpses. The TV cameras will also be on cue to film Angels ‘coming in from home to help out in an emergency’. When it all kicked off at Clapham and Calvert was the hero of the hour, people very wisely remained quiet about the fact that Calvert’s senior colleagues at St George’s were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and that their Professor of Paediatrics, Geoffrey Chamberlain’s friend Oliver Brooke, had in Dec 1986 been imprisoned for the possession of child porn and for procuring child porn, but was released on appeal in May 1987 by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane, who likened Brooke’s kiddie porn collection to a collection of cigarette cards. Oliver Brooke was a major figure in a pan-European paedophile ring. See post ‘The Heart Of Darkness’ for details.

Neither did anyone mention that when Cynthia Payne’s brothel at Ambleside Avenue in Streatham was raided in 1978, among the now famous but unnamed customers found within – which included a peer, lawyers, a judge, police officers and Top Doctors – were a number of consultants from St George’s. I don’t mind if Top Docs visit brothels in which all activity involves consenting adults who are there of their own free will, but Ambleside Avenue was known to be a networking opportunity for the clients, some of whom had interests in sex with underaged people. For more information re Ambleside Avenue, who turned a blind eye to what and how Lord David Sutch, who knew about the details of life in that brothel, was found dead whilst in the care of the Top Docs, see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

At the time of the Clapham Junction rail crash, Thatcher’s Gov’t was on the ropes with regard to transport safety. There had been a series of fatal accidents and Paul Channon, the Secretary of State for Transport, was finding it increasingly difficult to explain Gov’t complacence. Channon was a very rich man, a member of the Guinness family who produced generations of Tory politicians and a girlfriend for Carlo. Paul Channon’s daughter Olivia was found dead at Oxford University as the result of a heroin overdose in 1986. Fellow party-goers lied about the circumstances of Olivia’s death and the fall guy was her friend Rosie Johnston, who went to prison. Others got off remarkably lightly, particularly the ones from aristocratic families. See post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’

In Dec 1988 Ken Clarke was Health Secretary and was involved in an all out war with the BMA, of which the President at the time was Dr John Marks. In Dec 1988 I was part of John’s Marks’s brother’s Prof Vincent Marks’s CRC-funded research team at the University of Surrey. When I worked for Vincent Marks, unbeknown to me, my work was stolen and given to Prof Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University, who published it under her name. At the same time, one of Tony Francis’s psychiatrist colleagues from Manchester University had decided that he was going to become a cancer researcher and took part in a research fraud which resulted in the – presumed – suicide of one of the members of the research team. See posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

 

Ken Clarke knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and concealed their crimes and he knew about the criminality at St George’s Hospital and concealed that as well. Ken and Thatcher were involved in a tussle with Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, who’s ancestors had provided the dosh which had established St George’s Hospital centuries before at Hyde Park Corner. The Duke, the richest man in the country, wanted the money from the sale of the Hyde Park Corner site, now that St George’s had relocated to Tooting. Ken Clarke’s autobiography explained that he thought that the money from the sale should be reinvested into the NHS. Ken’s book doesn’t explain what the outcome was, but what actually happened was that the Duke was allowed to purchase the Hyde Park Corner site, which was worth millions, for £6000 (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

The Duke of Westminster was at the time the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association. The constituency MP was Sir Peter Morrison, who was a member of the paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire. Morrison was also molesting kids in London. His conduct was openly discussed by members of the constituency association and widely discussed at Westminster. Thatcher was warned about his activities but Morrison remained in her Gov’t and a personal friend of hers.

Morrison’s sister Dame Mary was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to HM Queen Lilibet. The Duke was a close friend of Carlo, who was Chancellor of UCNW (Bangor University), where staff were facilitating the sex trafficking ring. Alison Taylor, the whistleblowing social worker from Gwynedd, wrote to Carlo in the late 1980s, telling him that children in care were being abused in north Wales. Carlo’s office wrote back and said that he could not get involved. Kids from Bryn Estyn were taken on ‘work placements’ to Grosvenor’s estates, but refused to return there without explaining why.

Come on Ken, you and Thatch didn’t really fight the Duke over the Hyde Park Corner site did you? You just handed it over for the price of a cup of tea, because the Peter Morrison business had you all over a barrel.

 

In 1994, Mary Archer was a non-executive Director of Anglia Television. When he was young, Jeffrey Archer aka Tuppence had worked for the UNA, with which Dafydd was linked and as a charity fundraiser for the National Birthday Trust, with which Geoffrey Chamberlain was involved (see post ‘Now Then…’). In July 1987, Tuppence gave evidence in a libel trial at the Old Bailey, regarding allegations that he had paid a prostitute with whom he had slept to leave the country. At the time, I made jokes about Tuppence’s evidence in a letter to Gwynedd Health Authority. I now have possession of a document which shows that someone had carefully underlined every reference that I had made to Tuppence and his evidence at that trial. My letters to Gwynedd Health Authority were all being passed on to Andrew Park, a bent lawyer in the Welsh Office, who knew that Dafydd and the paedophiles were perjuring themselves but who nonetheless co-ordinated court action against me.

It was later revealed that Tuppence had perjured himself at the 1987 trial and he was imprisoned for this in 2001. The prostitute to whom he had given dosh was due to give evidence in court again, but was killed as a result of a car crash shortly before Tuppence’s trial. Tuppence’s wife also perjured herself in the 1987 trial, but was never charged.

For further info about Tuppence and Lady Mary, see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’.

Jeffrey Archer was named as someone who may have benefited from insider dealing as a result of an attempted takeover of Anglia TV whilst his wife was a non-executive Director of Anglia TV. An investigation by the Secretary of State for the DTI launched in July 1994 into allegations of insider dealing by Archer resulted in no charges being brought. The Secretary of State for the DTI at the time was Michael Heseltine, who is from Swansea although he does his best to pretend not to be.

Awound the wagged wock the wagged wascal wan. A Towy wascal, not a Relsh one.

There was a long standing paedophile gang operating in west Wales with links to Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Heseltine will have known about them, as he will have known about Peter Morrison. Heseltine was MP for Tavistock in Devon, 1966-74, so he will have also known the sort of activities with which Jeremy Thorpe was involved.

When Vanessa got her big break with Anglia TV in May 1994, one of the bent NHS managers in Gwynedd who was colluding with Dafydd et al in their attempts to fit me up was Keith Thomson. Thomson resigned as CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust in 2005 after he was threatened with imprisonment by a High Court judge in Cardiff for unlawfully witholding my medical records. Thomson told the world that he was ‘retiring’. He didn’t retire, he relocated to west Wales, where he became CEO of the NHS Trust down there.

In 1994 Heseltine was still entertaining hopes of becoming PM.

Heseltine’s highly lucrative family business was the publisher Haymarket. Someone else who was helping to keep the lid firmly nailed down on the wrongdoing of Dafydd and paedophiles was Dr David Owen – who’s wife Deborah was a literary agent, until she retired in 2013. Dr Death was directly linked with some of the Top Docs involved with the sex trafficking gang in north Wales and Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was facilitating the gang, really liked Dr Death. In 1988, when Ken Clarke was battling with the BMA, Wood was approaching all sorts of people without my knowledge and colluding with them to damage me. I imagine that Wood did this for many years, but I only have documentary evidence of him doing this during 1988 and 1989.

Deborah Owen is a rich American who was literary agent to the best. When she was young she worked for Lippincott in the US and when she arrived in London in 1969, Owen worked for Nicholas Thompson.

Owen’s most high profile client was Delia Smith. Delia’s mother was Welsh and after Delia left school and began cooking, she lived with a Harley Street family, upon whom she tried out her recipes. Delia worked as a cookery writer for the Daily Mirror’s magazine from 1969. The Deputy Editor was Michael Wynne-Jones, who was born in Wales – Delia married him in 1971.

In 1997 Delia and her husband became the majority shareholders in Norwich City F.C. Wynne-Jones had been associated with Norwich City for decades.

Older readers will remember 1970s TV favourite ‘The Sale Of The Century’, produced by Anglia TV, which was introduced with an enthusiastic cry of ‘From Norwich, it’s the quiz of the week…’

 

From ‘Service Shenanigans’, it’s the quiz of the week – who was it, between 1993-97, who gave people known to me in Somerset who were in touch with D.G.E. Wood without my knowledge, thousands and thousands and thousands of pounds in return for them smearing my character and their silence if I was imprisoned or found dead?

Someone at St George’s had previously rung the same people pretending to be Brown and told them that I’d tried to kill myself – which wasn’t true. Although what was happening at the time was that people were trying to kill me and Brown.

I’ll be blogging more about the Somerset connections soon – I’ve uncovered more and it’s not looking too good for the Wagged Wascal from Swansea who always harboured hopes of being PM…

 

Michael Wynn-Jones established New Crane Publishing, which produced some of Smith’s books as well as the Sainsbury’s magazine, which Wynn-Jones edited. In 2005, New Crane Publishing was sold to Seven Publishing for around £7 million; Smith had been working as a consultant for the publishing company. Wynne-Jones has written extensively and in 1972, George Gale appointed Wynn-Jones as deputy editor of ‘The Spectator’.

 

Vanessa, don’t tell me that with this sort of Everest of a dung heap to conceal, that you were plucked from obscurity by chance by a fairy godmother in May 1994, just when St George’s and Dafydd were in great need of assistance and an advert for wholesome family-orientated Top Docs was required to cover for nutters who were running paedophile gangs and had a history of carrying out medical experiments on almost full term foetuses and then killing them.

 

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

Dr Death was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1996-09.

 

Vanessa’s love-in with Anglia TV ended in 1998, when she got too big for her Top Doctor-related boots and asked for a massive pay rise. Anglia refused, so Vanessa left for the BBC, who coughed up for a £2.7 million contract for her to present ‘The Vanessa Show’, which was screened immediately before ‘Kilroy’. The ‘Kilroy’ which on a number of occasions starred one Dr Dafydd Alun Jones as a ‘medical expert’. Kilroy, we sat in our sitting rooms in Gwynedd and tears of laughter ran down our cheeks, as you rushed around the studio with a microphone, asking Dafydd what his opinion was. It was hilarious, this mad old bugger who had threatened us, tried to bribe us, said the craziest things to numerous people and told people that they had manic depressive insanity or were suffering from cannabis psychosis because they had been on the mari-jew-ana, was on the tele with an orange narcissist who was doing a sincere face for the cameras whilst crucifying distressed people who had suffered at the hands of the likes of Dafydd.

Meanwhile, Anglia TV filled the space that Vanessa had vacated with ‘Trisha’, someone else who pretended to be concerned at the problems of what Blair called the underclass. The underclass certainly made good tele. Trisha later had a breakdown and I seem to remember that she was married to a Top Doc who was involved with some sort of scandal.

Vanessa and Trisha both had problems with members of their studio audience who were experiencing complex psychosexual problems actually being students from UEA who had found a source of fun.

The genre of course culminated in ‘Kyle’, in which the odious Jeremy Kyle – who was a student at the University of Surrey at about the time that I worked there – insults the dispossessed and yells at them to SHUD UP or even ‘get a hair cut’.

Kyle has been outed as having various personal problems, such an excessive drinking and gambling. Some people got very excited when there were allegations that the married Kyle had entered into liaisons with teenagers and had fessed up to having a ‘fumble’ because what bloke wouldn’t. Well I can beat those revelations. Kyle’s show often features people with drug problems and a thuggish looking man in a sharp suit whom I think is called Graham doubles up as the show’s ‘psychologist’ who organises ‘aftercare’. There has been concern expressed by other psychologists about Graham’s ethics. After the addicts have had a good row with their nearest and dearest on camera and everybody has collapsed in tears, Kyle offers addicts a final chance and tells them that The Car is waiting outside to take them to a rehab clinic, but they’ve got to make the decision NOW and promise their poor old mum that they’re ready to change. Then the addict is bundled into a huge contraption with blacked out windows and is driven away at speed.

I took it for granted that the rehab clinic which was offering the guests on Kyle their last hope would be run by the usual hopeless uninterested Top Docs, but I am delighted to announce that Kyle surpassed himself. Some of those addicts were taken to Dafydd’s ‘detox unit’ in Wrexham, Hafan Wen. I know because I knew someone who was there when a guest from Kyle arrived…

 

The best that money can buy:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

Vanessa’s happy-ever-after with the Top Doc who had links to those concealing a paedophile gang fell apart when she found out that Kurer had been shagging one of his junior doctors. Kurer made some incredibly cruel comments about Vanessa which reflected rather more badly on him than they did on her, no matter how awful she is.

The Kurer-Feltz family home was in St John’s Wood in London and Feltz still lives in St John’s Wood. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse lived in St John’s Wood for years and was President of the St John’s Wood Society. Many of Sir Ronnie’s neighbours were celebs or members of the judiciary. Dr Jonathan Miller also lives in St John’s Wood.

Whilst Vanessa colonised the BBC, Jimmy Savile was doing his worst. Savile visited Bryn Estyn and one boy claimed that he was sexually assaulted by a group of men for Savile’s entertainment. After everybody else admitted that Savile and Rolf Harris were molesters, Vanessa came out of the closet and alleged that Rolf had groped her. Rolf Harris has links to Anglesey and held an art exhibition there, which was attended by Meri Huws, who is now the Welsh Language Commissioner. Meri was a social worker for Gwynedd County Council during the 1980s when the Council’s children’s homes were being run by the paedophile gang (see post ‘Are You Local?’). Rolf has spoken about the possibility of moving to live on Anglesey.

What a pity that Vanessa didn’t mention the name Jimmy Savile when she appeared so many time on TV to tell us how wonderful Top Docs were.

 

The constituency MP for Totteridge whilst Vanessa and her family lived there was Tory Reginald Maudling, who had to resign as Ted Heath’s Home Secretary as a result of Maudling’s involvement in John Poulson’s corrupt business practices. Maudling had held Cabinet positions – including that of Chancellor of the Exchequer – under Harold Macmillan and was linked to both the Profumo Affair and to Jeremy Thorpe. See post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’ for further details re Reginald Maudling.

Totteridge was home to a number of celebs, including Cilla’s friend Cliff Richard.

 

Another Date for Your Diary is 2 June 1944, the day on which Sir Peter Morrison was born. Morrison went to Eton and Keble College, Oxford, where he read law. So Morrison, along with all the other lawyers in Thatcher’s Gov’t – including Thatcher herself – did know that participating in sex parties with children and killing witnesses was illegal.

Lord Margadale, John Morrison, was Sir Peter Morrison’s father. He was born on 16 Dec 1906 and died on 25 May 1996. William Hague announced that there was to be a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in care in north Wales towards the end of May in 1996.

John Morrison was the son of Hugh Morrison and Lady Mary Leveson-Gower, daughter of the Liberal statesman Granville Leveson-Gower, 2nd Earl Granville. Hugh Morrison was the Tory MP for Wilton for a brief time in 1918 and then for Salisbury, 1918-31. Hugh Morrison was one of the wealthiest men in the UK and the family seat was at Fonthill in Wiltshire.

John Morrison was educated at Eton – as was his father – and Magdalene College, Cambridge. He served in the Royal Wiltshire Yeomanry in WWII. John Morrison served as the Tory MP from Salisbury, 1942-65 and was Chairman of the highly influential 1922 Committee, 1955-64.

John Morrison began owning and breeding horses in 1952 and established the Fonthill Stud in 19th century stables on his estate, which has produced winners of several classic races. He also led a reorganisation of the Jockey Club.

Sir Ronnie Waterhouse’s wife’s family bred racehorses and Ronnie ensured that he got to know everyone who was worth knowing in that business.

Lord Margadale married the Hon Margaret Smith, daughter of William Smith – known as Frederick – the 2nd Viscount Hambleden. William Smith’s father William Henry Smith founded THE WH Smith, the shop recently voted the worst on the planet. William Smith was the sole inheritor of the business. For years WH Smith took a hard line on what they felt was indecent material ie. soft porn and also refused to stock ‘Private Eye’.

In 1891, Frederick Smith also succeeded his father as MP for the Strand, holding the seat until Jan 1910. Frederick Smith was targeted for blackmail by the notorious poisoner Dr. Thomas Neill Cream, who (writing under an assumed name) claimed to have proof that Smith had poisoned a prostitute. This was one of three known attempts at blackmail that may have been the real motive for Cream’s string of poisonings in the Stepney and Lambeth areas of London from Oct 1891 to April 1892. They played a role in the final arrest, prosecution, and conviction of Cream at the Old Bailey in October 1892 and his execution the following month.

I do hope that Thomas Cream really was a blackmailer and a serial poisoner and not someone who had evidence that the MP for the Strand and the owner of WH Smith had poisoned a prostitute.

Frederick Smith married Esther nee Gore, a daughter of Arthur Gore, 5th Earl of Arran, an Anglo-Irish peer. Esther’s sisters were Lady Mabell Gore, (1866–1956), wife of the 11th Earl of Airlie and a Lady-of-the-Bedchamber to Queen Mary; Lady Cicely Gore (1867–1955), wife of the 4th Marquess of Salisbury and an Extra Lady of the Bedchamber to Queen Alexandra. One can never have enough Ladies of the Bedchamber. Frederick and Esther had a son, William Henry Smith, who succeeded Frederick as 3rd Viscount Hambleden.

Arthur Gore’s son was Arthur Gore, 6th Earl of Arran. The 6th Earl’s son, yet another Arthur Gore, ie. the 7th Earl of Arran, killed himself at the age of 55 on 28 Dec 1958, nine days after his father’s death. The 7th Earl was unmarried and reportedly killed himself because he was gay.

After Arthur Gore killed himself, his younger brother became 8th Earl Arran. The 8th Earl was known as ‘Boofy’, although wiki tells us that he was called Arthur. There seem to be a great many people called Arthur Gore in this family, but surely even this lot would not have called two of their sons Arthur Gore. I can’t be completely certain of that though, because they don’t seem to have been on the same planet as everyone else. Boofy was considered to have been quite mad by everyone around him and sadly had a very serious alcohol problem.

Boofy did make history however, as a high profile campaigner in the Lords to reform the laws on homosexuality. In 1965 Boofy sponsored a homosexual law reform bill, although the bill ran out of Parliamentary time. Boofy worked with Allan Horsfall and Antony Grey in CHE (the Campaign for Homosexual Equality). Grey remembered that Boofy was incredibly useful because he ‘was related to everyone’ and was happy to enlist the help of his many aristocratic relatives for campaigning purposes. Boofy was also a Conservative whip in the Lords which will have helped.

Boofy sponsored the Labour MP Leo Abse’s private members bill to decriminalize homosexuality between consenting adult men. It was this bill which eventually formed the 1967 Sexual Offences Act. Boofy was married to Fiona Gore, a Scottish power boat racer. Described by Harold Macmillan as ‘the prettiest girl he had ever seen’, Fiona married Sir Arthur (Kattendyke Strange David Archibald) ‘Boofy’ Gore in 1937. In 1958 Boofy succeeded his brother to become the 8th Earl of Arran.

Boofy and Fiona also had a thing about badgers. They kept them as pets and as well as his work on homosexual law reform, Boofy campaigned for the protection of badgers and piloted the Badger Protection Bill through Parliament.

But Boofy Arran became best known in the 1960s for his weekly column in the ‘London Evening News’ (where he was sometimes billed as ‘The Earl You Love To Hate’). This ran until 1978, when he suffered a stroke, a misfortune he blamed on his daily intake of a half-bottle of champagne before lunch.

 The Arrans had a ‘remarkable’ home, ‘Pimlico’, near Hemel Hempstead in Hertfordshire. Lady Arran kept a sizeable menagerie there. Wallabies, pot-bellied pigs, llamas and alpacas, caged birds (including a macaw which volunteered rude comments on proceedings, and others that uttered further expletives), horses, a fox and assorted dogs completed a bustling scene. The family wore gumboots in the house to fend off their brood of ankle-nipping badgers.

Lady Arran always called her current favourite badger Rosie. A succession of these creatures visited, and left a mark on, the smartest houses in England. Drawn as ever to the lochside, Lady Arran kept a small house on the Isle of Inchconnachan on Loch Lomond. She boated the loch while her badgers lived beneath the veranda, chasing people hurrying to the jetty.

Meanwhile, Fiona Arran continued to win speed boat competitions, eventually completing the Round Britain offshore race, a demanding event even for the fit young men who made up the other contestants.

Boofy died in 1983. The elder of their two sons, the 9th Earl of Arran, survives her. Fiona Arran died in May 2013.

The 9th Earl Arran, Arthur Connelly-Gore, is the son of Arthur Gore, 8th Earl Arran and the former Fiona Colquhoun, first daughter of Sir Iain Colquhoun. He was educated at Teon and Balliol College, Oxford. He served in the Grenadier Guards. Lord Arran was the assistant manager of the ‘Daily Mail’, then assistant general manager of the ‘Daily Express’ and the ‘Sunday Express’ in the 1970s. He was a Director of Waterstone’s.

Arthur Connelly-Gore succeeded as 9th Earl of Arran on 23 Feb 1983, upon the death of his father. In the Lords, Lord Arran has played an active role for the Conservative Party, serving in several junior ministerial roles.

On 28 Sept 1974, Arran married Eleanor van Cutsem, daughter of Bernard van Cutsem and Lady Margaret Fortescue. Bernard had two sons, Hugh and Geoffrey, from his first marriage to Mary Compton. The late Hugh van Cutsem was close mate of Carlo’s. Geoffrey van Cutsem married Sally McCorquodale, sister of Neil McCorquodale, the husband of Lady Sarah Spencer, the elder sister of Diana, Princess of Wales. Bernard van Cutsem was a racehorse breeder, so I expect that Sir Ronnie Waterhouse knew him as well.

Lord and Lady Arran have two daughters, one of whom is Lady Laura Melissa Fortescue-Gore, born 14 June 1975, who married Major James Duckworth-Chad, who’s maternal great-grandfather was Albert Spencer, 7th Earl Spencer, the paternal grandfather of Diana, on 16 October 2004. They have four children.

 

Allan Horsfall, with whom Boofy campaigned, came from Lancashire, sat as a Bolton Councillor and set up the North Western Homosexual Law Reform Society, which later became CHE. Horsfall joined the Labour Party in 1956 and ran CHE, 1971-74 and then became President for life.

Antony Grey became Secretary of CHE in 1962 – David Astor gave him a job as a sub editor on The Observer. Antony Grey is an assumed name – like Horsfall, he cohabited with a male partner for years, who has never been identified in public.

The Chester branch of CHE was believed to be a front for paedophilia and many gay men left the branch because of this. A leading member of the Chester CHE branch was jailed for abusing boys in care in north Wales.

An article from ‘The Guardian’ in 2007 stated that Leo Abse claimed that Roy Jenkins wanted Michael Foot to pilot a homosexual law reform bill through Parliament. Abse alleged that Woy wanted to bog Foot down because he was a leadership rival. Woy concealed the paedophile gangs in Wales both as Home Secretary and in other roles. Abse was ‘great friends’ with Foot. Abse stated that he kept ‘the mining MPs’, who were perceived to be unsympathetic to homosexual law reform, away from the votes by ‘calling in all my debts’. Abse was mates with the Chief Whip John Silkin, who ensured that sufficient Parliamentary time was allowed for the bill. Thus the Sexual Offences Bill 1967 was passed.

John Silkin’s brother Samuel Silkin, was Attorney General, 1974-79.

Abse was applauded for being a champion of homosexual law reform, but Abse might have had rather different motivations for this than was assumed. Abse was investigated for historical sex offences against children himself. He was also close friends with George Thomas and concealed Thomas’s offences against children and young people for years. Abse was a crooked lawyer and he lied to the press, threatened to fit people up and paid off others in order to keep George Thomas out of trouble. See post ‘It wasn’t On Our Radar’.

Just as worrying was the way in which Leo Abse, virtually single-handedly, manipulated Harold Wilson as well as Audrey and Jim Callaghan into allowing Abse to dominate the Houghton Committee, ensure that those who ‘advised’ the Committee were no more than a collection of associates of Dafydd and the paedophiles. The Houghton Committee led to the Children Act 1975, which did not protect children but instead paved the way for a boom in children’s homes across the whole of north Wales, homes which were virtually all infiltrated with paedophiles (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).

Abse was a highly manipulative and exploitative man, who in very old age married a woman decades younger than himself who in some ways was obviously quite vulnerable. In an interview with ‘The Guardian’ after his 90th birthday celebrations, Abse stated that the gay community had showed a total lack of gratitude towards him for his successful campaigning on their behalf and that none of them even sent him a birthday message.

I suspect that many gay people considered Abse to be an abusive man who was colluding with crimes against young people whilst at the same time ensuring Labour Party support in south Wales. George Thomas was a friend of Harold Wilson’s and a very effective political campaigner. If George Thomas had been exposed as a child molester, support for the Labour Party in south Wales would have plummeted.

Michael Foot was mocked as Worzel Gummidge by the right wing tabloids in the 1980s, but when he was younger, he too was a very competent political strategist. He knew what George Thomas and Dafydd and the paedophile gang were doing, but ignored it. Even radical politicians in those days did not care too much what was happening to kids in care, prisoners and mental health patients if supporting them meant losing votes. There are indications that Michael Foot himself was involved in sexual activity which would have caused a scandal if it had ever been made public. Foot had worked as a journalist for many years and had links to the security services. He was known to have made it clear to the press that if certain matters were published about him, he would make public equally incriminating information about people like Lord Beaverbrook and Lord Rothermere.

Politicians from all parties were all involved in so much sexual exploitation that they didn’t dare blow the whistle on each other.

Peter Morrison had two bothers, Charles and James.

Sir Charles Morrison was the Tory MP for Devizes, 1964-92. After Eton and National Service in the Life Guards, Charles Morrison went up to Cambridge for two years, but left, explaining later that ‘I was just wasting my time and didn’t feel like a third year… But I did leave voluntarily.’ He then trained at the Royal Agricultural College, Cirencester, before starting work on managing the family estates.

In 1958, Morrison became a member of Wiltshire County Council and chaired its Education Committee in 1963-64. He entered Parliament in May 1964 at a by-election for Devizes which followed the death of Percivall Pott, holding the seat for the Conservatives against all opinion poll forecasts and against the trend in three other by-elections held on the same day. This was put down to his being well-known, popular and active in the constituency. His campaign had the support of Ian Fleming, a relation by marriage of Morrison’s wife Sara, who wrote an article called ‘To Westminster with Love’ beginning with the words ‘Charles Morrison – Licensed to Kill.’

Soon after his election to Parliament, Morrison supported Heath’s bid for the party leadership. When his party returned to power under Heath in 1970, Morrison was not given a job in Gov’t In 1966, Morrison bought Fyfield Manor near Pewsey in Wiltshire from the former PM Anthony Eden.  As a landowner and Conservative Party MP Morrison’s moderate views did not find favour with Thatch. He continued as MP for Devizes until his retirement in 1992, when he was succeeded by Michael Ancram. He was knighted in 1988.

Morrison married firstly, on 28 Oct 1954, Antoinette Sara Frances Sibell Long, the only child of the 2nd Viscount Long and his wife Viscountess (Frances) Laura Long (nee Charteris), granddaughter of Hugo Charteris, 11th Earl of Wemyss. They had two children, but the marriage ended in divorce.

Lord Martin Charteris was the grandson of Hugo Charteris. He was an Old Etonian and former lieutenant colonel who was the younger brother of the 12th Earl of Wemyss. In 1950, Charteris was appointed Private Secretary to Princess Elizabeth, heiress to the British throne. From Lilibet’s accession in 1952 until 1972, Charteris served as her Assistant Private Secretary under Sir Michael Adeane. On Adeane’s retirement in 1972, Charteris was promoted to Private Secretary. He held this post until his retirement in 1977 and returned to Eton as its Provost. 

Charteris gave an interview to ‘The Spectator’ in 1995, in which he described the Duchess of York as ‘vulgar, vulgar, vulgar’, the Prince of Wales as ‘whiney’ and the Queen Mum as ‘a bit of an ostrich’. Gawd bless ‘er.

 

In 1984 Charles Morrison married secondly Rosalind Elizabeth Ward (née Lygon). They also divorced.

 

Charles’s brother James Morrison, who succeeded his father as 2nd Baron Margadale, was commissioned into the Life Guards in 1949, before transferring into the Royal Wiltshire Yeomanry. 

James Morrison took over the Fonthill Stud from his father in 1972 and had a successful career on the Turf as the breeder of three Classic winners at his stud. Two of his fillies, which he also owned, won the Oaks at Epsom, one ridden by Lester Piggott who won the race in 1975.

James Ian Morrison was born on July 17 1930. His father, the 1st Lord Margadale, was, as John Morrison, the Conservative MP for Salisbury from 1942-64. In 1972 John Morrison predicted to one of his sons: ‘Mark my words, Margaret Thatcher will be the next leader of the party.’

Peter Morrison was a friend of Thatcher’s and was one of her strongest supporters in her 1975 leadership campaign.

The Morrisons lived at Fonthill House in Wiltshire but they also own the 80,000-acre Isle of Islay, off the west coast of Scotland. Here James spent much of his childhood; he loved Islay for the rest of his life, spending as much time as he could there.

After Ludgrove and Eton, James was educated at the Royal Agricultural College, Cirencester.

James Morrison was a keen polo player into his thirties. His interests beyond the Turf included shooting and hunting. He particularly enjoyed shooting woodcock on Islay, but lamented the decline of grouse on the island. He was for many years President of the South and West Wilts Hunt.

Particularly proud of his association with the Territorial Army, James was Honorary Colonel of the Royal Wilts Yeomanry. He was also a member of the Queen’s Body Guard for Scotland from 1960.

A number of Dafydd’s associates in north Wales were in the TA.

James Morrison was a County Councillor for Wiltshire in 1955 and from 1973-77, as well as Chairman of the West Wilts Conservative Association, 1967-71.

Morrison’s involvement in racing went beyond breeding. From 1969-80, he was Chairman of Tattersalls Committee, ruling on betting disputes. Morrison was also Chairman of Wincanton racecourse and acted as a steward at many of the major race meetings, including Royal Ascot.

Morrison succeeded as the 2nd Lord Margadale on the death of his father in 1996. He married, in 1952, Clare Barclay, with whom he had three children. Their daughter, Fiona, is married to Hugh, the 3rd Viscount Trenchard, who has had a career in the City; their younger son is the trainer, Hughie Morrison. Their elder son, Alastair John Morrison, born in 1958, succeeded as the 3rd Lord Margadale in April 2003 and was appointed Deputy Lieutenant for Wiltshire in the same year.

Alastair married, firstly, Lady Sophia Cavendish, daughter of Andrew Cavendish, 11th Duke of Devonshire and The Honourable Deborah Mitford, on 19 July 1988. They had two children: The Honourable Declan James Morrison (born 11 July 1993) and The Honourable Nancy Lorna Morrison (born 22 January 1995). Alastair married, secondly, Amanda Fuller, daughter of Michael Fuller, on 2 September 1999. 

 

I note the link between James Morrison, brother of a child molester who enjoyed the protection of the highest echelons of the British state and Lester Piggott, the outstanding jockey, who was famously hung out to dry in the mid-1980s.

Piggott retired as a jockey at the end of the 1985 flat season and became a trainer. His Eve Lodge stables housed 97 horses and sent out 34 winners. His burgeoning new career as a trainer was ended when he was convicted of tax fraud and jailed for three years on 22 Oct 1987. Piggott served 366 days. According to Piggott, a commonly held belief that he was prosecuted after using an undeclared bank account to make a final settlement of his tax liabilities is a myth. He was stripped of his OBE which he had been awarded in 1975. 

There was much comment at the time regarding the harshness with which Piggott was treated. Police mugshots of Piggott in custody were leaked to the press and much was made of Lilibet stripping him of his OBE. The UK is crawling with people in possession of honours who hung onto them after doing far worse than Lester Piggott. Furthermore, in Feb 1991, HM Lilibet knighted the brother of James Morrison, whom it was known was molesting children in north Wales and elsewhere.

When Lester Piggott was put on trial and imprisoned, Alison Taylor and I were shouting as loudly as we could about Dafydd’s crimes in north Wales. Mary Wynch had won a case against Dafydd and the paedophiles. Just three months before Lester Piggott was jailed, Tuppence and Lady Mary had lied their arses off in court.

Lester Piggott was sentenced by Mr Justice Farquharson at Ipswich Crown Court. When a barrister, Sir Donald Farquharson acted mostly for the Crown and among those he prosecuted was Cynthia Payne of Ambleside Avenue. At Payne’s sentencing in 1980, Farquharson told the judge how a succession of respectable men — including a peer, an Irish MP, barristers, solicitors and ‘several vicars’ — had beaten a path to her door. Consultants at St George’s Hospital who were colluding with the gang who supplied kids to Peter Morrison beat a path to Cynthia’s door as well.

A ‘scrupulously fair’ prosecutor, Farquharson conceded that Cynthia’s brothel was ‘well run’ and that there was no question of coercion or corruption of young people. He then described how customers were treated to an all-in ‘luncheon voucher’ scheme, which entitled them to eat and drink, watch a live sex show and films (‘Horse-lover’, ‘Bizarre Taste’, ‘Black Power’ and so forth) and have sex with one of the girls.

Cynthia Payne was sentenced her to 18 months’ imprisonment, which was reduced to six months and a fine on appeal.

Cynthia was raided again in 1986 and stood trial in 1987 but didn’t go to prison. Some of those working on the case were angry that she wasn’t jailed. I think that there were far too many careers at stake for Cynthia to have been jailed again in 1987, particularly after all that embarrassment with Oliver Brooke. So Lester Piggott was jailed instead and made persona non-grata. Just in case he ever felt like telling anyone what Sir Peter Morrison and his associates were doing.

Someone in Lester Piggott’s position would also have knowledge of other crimes – such as doping race horses.

 

The Torygraph magazine today has a feature on the current Duke of Westminster, Hugh Grosvenor, the son of Peter Morrison’s mate. The Torygraph have printed a nice photo of Hugh as a baby with his mum and dad, taken in Feb 1991. The month that Peter Morrison was knighted and that my career was destroyed, as well as those of two other witnesses!

Hugh told the Torygraph all about the fruition of his father’s vision, the new Defence and National Rehabilitation Centre (DNRC) for injured servicemen on the Notts-Leicestershire border. The DNCR is costing £300 million. Hugh’s father committed £50 million to it and Hugh has added a further £20 million through the Westminster Foundation, the Grosvenor family charity. Some of the money for the DNCR has come from the Libor fund. Dafydd’s charity CAIS was given a couple of million from the Libor fund, after CAIS lied about the services for which the monies were being requested (see post ‘George Osborne Enters The Picture’).

The DNCR was designed by architects John Simpson and the US firm Steffian Bradley. We are told that ‘Simpson’s style’ can be seen at Buck House and at  Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge.

The Torygraph explains that the 2nd Duke, Hugh ‘Bendor’ Grosvenor,  was a friend of Winston Churchill and a lover of Coco Chanel. Today, the Grosvenor estate has investments in more than 60 cities around the world. The estate owns 145,000 acres in Oxfordshire, Cheshire, Lancashire, Scotland and Spain and is valued at close to £10 billion.

Hugh Grosvenor was educated near the family seat in Cheshire. He attended Eccleston Primary School, a state school near Chester and then Ellesmere College, before studying countryside management at Newcastle-upon-Tyne University.

Ellesmere College is one of the campuses of West Cheshire College. The former Associate Principal of West Cheshire College is Alun Pugh. Pugh was the Labour AM for Clwyd West, 1999-07 and was Minister for Culture, Welsh Language and Sport. Pugh grew up in south Wales, then moved to live in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, then moved to north Wales. There was a paedophile gang in operation in the north east with strong connections to Dafydd et al in north Wales.

Alun Pugh is the former partner of Meri Huws, that former Gwynedd social worker who’s colleagues facilitated the paedophile gang which operated in north Wales/Cheshire. Further details of Alun and Meri’s beautiful mutually exploitative relationship can be read in my post ‘People With Energy’.

You appear to have a full house Alun – colleagues, partner and former student who were all directly linked to concealing the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Alun Pugh always looks as though he is in a dreadful strop:

 

BBC NEWS | UK | Wales | Good night, bad night after poll

 

In terms of paedophiles in distress sending for reinforcements who are celebs, in the mid-1990s, the Gateshead born footballer Paul Gascoine enjoyed cult status. On 9 June, 1994, Matt Arnold, the former Head of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. On 13 June, 1994, his friend and colleague Peter Howarth – along with Paul Wilson – went on trial for abusing kids in Bryn Estyn. Arnold and Howarth had both worked at Axwell Park Approved School, Gateshead, before relocating to Bryn Estyn in 1973. Kids were abused at Axwell Park. Turning Gazza into a celeb backfired on the paedophiles’ friend when it transpired that Gazza had one hell of a problem with alcohol and a mood disorder.

Hugh is Prince George’s godfather and his sister, Lady Viola Grosvenor, works with the charity Kidscape. Working for charidee is a fine Grosvenor tradition. Whilst he concealed a paedophile gang who murdered witnesses, Hugh’s dad Gerald was involved with numerous charidees, including:

  • President, Scope (formerly the Spastics Society), 1982–2005.
  • President, National Kidney Research Fund, 1985–97.
  • President, Royal National Institute for the Blind,1986–2012.
  • President, Drugs and Alcohol Foundation, 1987–97.
  • Life Vice-President, NSPCC, 1988 until death.
  • President, Life Education Centre (Drug Prevention), 2000–12.
  • All of these charidees concealed the abuse of vulnerable people.
  • Gerald Grosvenor was a Committee member of the Board of Nuffield Hospitals, from 1995 until his death. There was a Nuffield Hospital in Chester – the Grosvenor Nuffield. Dafydd worked there in the 1990s.

Despite being very rich, Gerald Grosvenor was one of the peers who mobilised the Lords to wave through Thatcher’s Poll Tax legislation when it looked in danger of defeat. There was outrage in some parts of the UK as peers arrived at the Lords from the shires – some of them in taxis – as a result of their determination that Thatcher’s brain wave which would save them a few bob would be enshrined in law. Some of the peers who rolled up to do their duty had only ever previously bothered to go to the Lords three or four times in their lives. Never mind, it backfired – it was the Poll Tax that was the downfall of Thatch. Gerald later left the Tory Party anyway when the Tories altered taxation methods, leaving Gerald liable for income tax, which he had previously managed to avoid paying.

 

Prince William is a Patron of DNCR. The project director is General Sir Tim Granville-Chapman, a former MoD Vice-Chief of Defence Staff. Hugh explained to the Torygraph that there is a lake at the DNCR, because his father ‘believed in the soothing power of water and there’s lots of clinical research to suggest that he was right about that’. Is that so Hugh? Which research is that then, could you give me the references? Furthermore, if clinical research has shown any such thing, why doesn’t every mental health unit in the country have a lake? The Menai Strait and coast off north Wales are lovely if you’re in good health, but a number of psychiatric patients have drowned themselves in those particular bodies of water, so perhaps they didn’t benefit from the clinical research that you’ve based the design of the DNCR on.

The Torygraph explains that the DNCR will soon be expanded to take ‘civilian patients’. Just like Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’ for ‘veterans’ (see post ‘Feet In Chains’)! The DNCR will be providing the ‘service’ at a cost to the taxpayer of £22 million/yr. Dame Carol Black, the Principal of Newnham College, Cambridge, wrote a recent review of services which was used to support the work of the DNCR.

Carol Black is a Top Doctor who was at Bristol Medical School at the same time as D.G.E. Wood. After qualifying she worked at Hammersmith Hospital, along with those people committing research fraud and others who were having sex with their bosses in return for jobs (see post ‘Interesting Facts’). Dear old Carol then ended up at the Royal Free Hospital, where she became the Medical Director. The Royal Free Hospital where I was interviewed in the late 1980s and discovered that the interviewing panel had info about me which could only have come from D.G.E Wood, Dafydd, Tony Francis or Gwynne the lobotomist.

Dame Carol constructs herself as a Wimmin’s Champ. So that was why there was so much unhappiness with obstetric care at the Royal Free that there were demos and public protests outside of the hospital by wimmin furious at the crap care on offer there.

The Dame retired in 2002, but the nightmare was not over by a long way. The Dame was the genius behind the disastrous junior doctors training scheme ‘Modernising Medical Careers’, which ended in such chaos that New Labour had to scrap it, after spending millions.

The next move by Blair was obvious – he asked the Dame to lead the DoH on revamping the sickness benefits system. It needed revamping, but the Dame was not the person to do it. The Dame doesn’t believe that conditions such as depression and anxiety exist because the symptoms aren’t observable. Many people have disputed that, but even if the symptoms aren’t visible to the naked eye, that does not mean that there’s nothing there. Presumably the Dame has taken a leaf out of the book of Florence Nightingale, who didn’t believe in germs because things that small could not exist. So off went Florence to give the injured soldiers another dose of the deadly lamp.

Neither does the Dame hold with sick notes. The Dame demanded that fit notes should be issued instead. Furthermore, the outsourcing companies such as Crapita and Atos should be the ones to issue the fit notes. So we have the Dame to thank for the suicides of disabled people that, it has been admitted, have resulted from badly trained Crapita  and Atos ‘assessors’ deeming people with severe disabilities as being fit for work, because they can perform tasks such as ‘eating unaided’ or ‘standing up from a sitting position’.

Here’s the Dame in a standing position with a smug expression on her face, demonstrating that she’s fit for work as the Principal of a Cambridge College:

 

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Heart Of Darkness

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

A true paedophiles’ friend.

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

Brightman bagged a peerage from his former pupil in 1982.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

You’re doing a great job Maurice!

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sir Stephen – a verray parfit gentil knight.

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation.

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

As Ronnie, is avarice. And indeed lust.

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

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation…

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

Mark Williams

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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My post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’ detailed the backgrounds of Lord Max Beloff and some of his family. Max was the father of Cherie and Tony’s mate Michael Beloff QC, who was the legal advisor for Municipal Mutual, the insurers for Clwyd County Council throughout the years whilst children in the care of Clwyd were severely abused. It was Michael Beloff’s advice which resulted in the 1996 Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd being witheld from absolutely everyone but the Council’s insurers and lawyers for decades. Even Clwyd County Councillors themselves were not permitted to read the report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

Max Beloff had previously provided a glowing endorsement of a book written by Ioan Bowen Rees, who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang operated in children’s homes across Gwynedd and Clwyd. Ioan was the boss of Gwynedd’s Director of Social Services, Lucille Hughes – Lucille was Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s mistress.

 

I decided to do a bit more research into Max Beloff and his contacts because Max was involved with some of the right wing gurus of the 1970s and 80s who influenced and advised Thatcher. In the 1980s someone who was plugged into at least part of that network worked at UCNW (Bangor University), a agricultural economist, Professor Richard Howarth. I met a young relative of Richard Howarth’s once – at a bus stop in Menia Bridge, in about 1982 – and she told me that he was having meetings with Thatcher.

Richard Howath worked in the Agriculture Dept, which must have been the most dysfunctional Dept in UCNW. There was a constant supply of students approaching the university authorities requesting to change course. One of the lecturers – Gordon Farley – was the most ridiculous old sexual harasser who could be imagined and had been removed from his post as a warden of a student hall of residence because of the hair-raising stories that were circulating about him. There were frightening anecdotes from former students of having been forced out of the university as a result of vendettas from staff in the Agriculture Dept and the Prof of Agriculture was a complete incompetent called J.B. Owen who very obviously should not have been in his job. I was told many years later that Owen’s family had provided the money which had established the Dept and that was the only reason why he was ever given his job. Mary Wynch had worked as a secretary in the Agric Dept before Dafydd unlawfully imprisoned her. Mary became headline news after she won her case against Dafydd, but no-one from that Dept supported her. I have always wondered what Mary found out about JB Owen et al, particularly as I was told repeatedly that he was a deeply unpleasant man and there had been many victims…

For details of the horrors and stupidities of the Agri Dept and JB Owen, see post ‘Not Seen Since the 80s – Carwyn’.

One of the UCNW students mentioned in my post ‘Just A Language Divide?’ who took up a job in the US after graduation – which seemed to have been arranged for her by the corrupt GP in the Student Health Centre, Dr DGE Wood and his wife, who was a senior lecturer in UCNW, after this young woman found out about the corruption in the North Wales Police – also knew about much wrongdoing in the Agri Dept. Unlike some people who were forced abroad by Wood et al into not very desirable jobs, this young woman landed a very good deal in a US university, despite her not having shown much interest in academic work. Her father was an Editor on ‘The Daily Telegraph’. The staff of the Student Health Centre knew about this because they made a reference to it one day.

Although I wasn’t studying agricultural economics, I took an interest in Richard Howarth’s work because I wondered how someone surrounded by the pillocks in the Agri Dept had found himself dining with Thatch. Howarth did actually have academic interests unlike a number of his colleagues – many of whom seemed to be simply mates of JB Owen’s – but it was all very standard 1980s Thatcherite stuff, recommending Adam Smith etc.

At one point Howarth looked as though he was going to be very influential. It became known that his group were the only people in the Agri Dept with any life in them and he appeared in the London-based press a few times. A few years after I graduated, I was told that one of Howarth’s team, Terry Thomas, was much in demand in high places and was nipping over to Europe as an advisor.

Things then died a death quite suddenly. Howarth disappeared from the University and a piece appeared in ‘Private Eye’, alleging that he had been driven out of north west Wales by much unpleasantness. The last I heard, Howarth was running a guest house. Years later Terry Thomas made headlines in the local Welsh press after suing the University, alleging that his health and life had been ruined by them.

This may be a coincidence, but it all fell apart after Mary sued Dafydd and at the time that the allegations concerning serious abuse of children in north Wales began surfacing.

My post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ mentioned that in 1984-85, Thatcher’s henchman from the UGC, Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer, planned to close UCNW down but had his arm twisted into allowing the institution to continue to exist by the PVC of UCNW Prof Alwyn Roberts, who was also a big name in the BBC and S4C. Alwyn Roberts knew that UCNW was run by people facilitating the paedophile gang which was supplying children to Dolphin Square as well as to Thatcher’s friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison and many others.

During the late 1980s and the first few years of the 1990s, Richard Howarth was involved with various right wing and anti-EU groups – then the trail goes cold. Max Beloff was involved with similar groups and might well have known Howarth.

 

One of Max Beloff’s proudest achievements was the establishment of the University of Buckingham, the UK’s first private university.

 

The University of Buckingham was founded as the University College of Buckingham in 1973 – the first students were admitted in 1976. It was granted university status by Royal Charter in 1983.

The University was closely linked to Margaret Thatcher. As Education Secretary she oversaw the creation of the University College in 1973 and as PM she was instrumental in elevating it to a university in 1983. After retiring from politics in 1992, Thatch became the University’s Chancellor, a post she held until 1999.

Lord Hailsham, Quintin Hogg, succeeded Thatch as Chancellor. Hogg was the Tory MP for Oxford, 1938-50 and then for St Marylebone, 1963-70. Hogg was educated at Eton and Christ Church, Oxford. He migrated back and forth between the Commons and the Lords as a consequence of renouncing an hereditary peerage but then gaining a life peerage under Ted Heath. Hogg came from a long line of Hoggs who were all equally offensive. Hogg was a barrister and a keen mountain climber and his career with the Tory Party stretched back into the Pre-Cambrian era. He was First Lord of the Admiralty under Anthony Eden; Lord Privy Seal, Chair of the Tory Party and Lord Privy Seal, Leader of the Lords and Lord President of the Council under Supermac; Education Secretary under Alec Douglas-Home, Shadow Home Secretary under Heath and Lord Chancellor under Thatch. As Lord Chancellor, Hogg was preceded by paedophiles’ friend Lord Elwyn-Jones and succeeded by paedophiles’ friend Lord Michael Havers.

Hogg was disgusted by homosexuality at a time when he will have known that many of his colleagues were molesting underaged boys whilst being protected by the Lord Chancellor. It was Hogg who, after the Argies surrendered, joyfully declared that it was God wot won it for us. Only he said it in Latin, Boris-like, so the journos all had to scamper off to look it up. A case of ‘sane, paululum linguae latinae dico’ (‘sure, I speak a little Latin’), a la Manuel on Fawlty Towers when he stood behind the moose’s head and said ‘I speak English, I learn it from a book’ and gave the Major a shock.

Hogg transmitted the inherited trait to become a Tory Minister onto his son Douglas.

 

Sir Martin Wakefield Jacomb followed Hogg as Chancellor, 1999-10. Jacomb was Chairman of Canary Wharf Group. For details of how Canary Wharf was built upon the corpses of the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles, see post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’. Jacomb was a Vice-Chairman of Kleinwort Benson Ltd, 1976-85, and a Deputy Chairman of Barclays Bank, 1985-93.

Jacomb was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. He was a barrister, 1955-68 and then began his career in business. In 1986 Jacomb described insider trading as a ‘victimless crime’. Obviously in the same way that no-one was really harmed by Dafydd and the paedophiles, they just made it all up to receive compensation.

According to the University of Buckingham, Jacomb  ‘is a strong believer in the need for universities to be independent of the government’. He has written that if universities are ‘to nurture genuinely free and creative academic research’ and ‘be the guardians of liberty which a free society needs’ they must be independent of Gov’t funding. He maintained that Oxford University should become private in order to avoid an authoritarian Gov’t imposing restrictions on admissions and that Oxford’s academics will only be able to challenge prevailing opinion if they are independent of Gov’t funding. Dependence on Gov’t funding, Jacomb argues, has had disastrous effects on the HE sector in continental Europe.

I too have deep concerns over the way in which the UK’s universities have filled up with not very brave people who daren’t publish anything too critical of the state – it is a massive problem in health and social care research. But somehow I don’t think that the answer is to ensure that the same people end up being frightened of upsetting international financiers.

 

Martin Jacomb was succeeded as Chancellor by Lord Tanlaw aka Simon Mackay. Tanlaw takes a particular interest in the Far East, especially Malaysia. He was a Director of the family firm, Inchape plc, with many business interests in the region from 1967 to the mid-1990s, at which point the Mackay family’s involvement in the company ceased. Lord Tanlaw currently owns Fandstan Electric Group Ltd, a railway and engineering company.

Tanlaw has served as both President and Treasurer of the Sarawek Association and is a member of the Oriental Club, London and White’s. He was a member of the executive committee of the Great Britain-China Centre, 1981-88.

Simon Mackay was the unsuccessful Liberal candidate for Galloway in 1959, and by the late 1960s was joint Treasurer of the Scottish Liberal Party. So he’ll be well acquainted with David Steele and the other Liberals of that era who kept quiet about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’).

Tanlaw received his peerage in 1971. He sat as a crossbencher for many years, then as a Conservative.

Lord Tanlaw resigned as Chancellor of the University of Buckingham in 2013 but I haven’t yet found out why. He was succeeded by Tessa Keswick.

Tessa Keswick aka Lady Tessa Reay is the daughter of an aristocrat. Tessa married another aristocrat, the 14th Lord Reay. Lord Reay owns a substantial country estate in Wiltshire – just like Sir Peter Morrison’s father did. Lord Reay also owns an 18,000 acre shooting estate in the Angus Glens area of East Scotland.

Tessa is now married to Sir Henry Keswick. Sir Henry was educated at Eton and Trinity College, Cambridge and owned ‘The Spectator’, 1975-80. Sir Henry is Chairman of Jardine Matheson Holdings Ltd, a company that he joined in 1961. He became a Director in 1967, MD in 1970 and Chairman in 1972. Sir Henry is Vice-Chairman of the Hong Kong Association and a member of the Council of the National Trust. He was previously Chairman of the National Portrait Gallery and is involved with ‘The Tablet’.

During the 2017 General Election, Sir Henry and Tessa donated £100k to the Conservative Party.

Sir Martin Jacomb will be delighted to hear how private universities are free of political bias from authoritarian Gov’ts.

The reason that I have blogged about Tessa’s male relatives rather than Tessa is that I can’t actually find much info about Tessa. I’ve found a photo of her but apart from the fact that she is Chancellor of the University of Buckingham, there is not a great deal about her readily available. Which suggests that she might have bagged her job on the strengths of her male relatives.

 

The University of Buckingham’s finances for teaching are derived entirely from direct student fees and endowments: it does not receive state funding, via HEFCE or otherwise. It has formal charity status. 

Some of the founding academics migrated from Oxford University, stating that they were disillusioned with ‘the late-1960s ethos’.

 

One of the founders of the University was John W. Paulley, a Top Doctor who enjoyed writing angry letters to ‘The Times’. On 27 May 1967, ‘The Times’ published a letter from Paulley, who wrote:

‘Is it now time to examine the possibility of creating at least one university in this country on the pattern of [the] great private foundations in the USA.’

Three London conferences followed which, the wiki entry for the University tells us, ‘explored this idea’.

The development of the University of Buckingham was linked to the right wing Institute of Economic Affairs (IEA), in particular to Harry Ferns and Lord Ralph Harris, the heads of the Institute. The University’s foundation-stone was laid by Thatch.

Harris was General Director of the IEA, 1957-88 and then served as Chairman. He was founding President from 1990 until his death in 2006. Harris served on the Council of the University of Buckingham, 1980-95.

Harris was Secretary of the Mont Pelerin Society from 1967 and its President, 1982-84. He was ‘a moving spirit in the Wincott Foundation and the founding of the Social Affairs Unit’. Harris was a founder of the No Turning Back group in 1985. He was Chairman of the Bruges Group, 1989-91. He was a Director of Murdoch’s Times Newspapers, 1988-01.

Harris helped set up a fighting fund to support Neil Hamilton’s libel actions against the BBC in 1986 and Mohamed Al Fayed in 1999. He was Chairman of Civitas from 2000 and also Chairman and then President of FOREST, the smokers’ rights campaigning group.

 

Max Beloff was the University of Buckingham’s first Vice-Chancellor.

Beloff was succeeded by Sir Alan Peacock, 1980-84, an economist and founder of the Economics Dept at the University of York. Peacock also held posts at the University of St Andrews, the LSE, Edinburgh University and Heriot-Watt University. He was Chief Economic Adviser to the DTI, 1973-76 and a Co-founder and the first Executive Director of the David Hume Institute.

Alan Peacock was followed as VC by Lord Richard Luce, 1992-96. Luce was educated at Wellington College and Christ’s College, Cambridge. After National Service in Cyprus, 1955–57, Luce briefly joined the Overseas Civil Service. He then worked for Gallaher Ltd as a brand manager (1963–65), before becoming marketing manager for the Spirella Company of Great Britain. In 1968–71 he was Director of the National Innovation Centre. From 1972-79, Luce was Chairman of IFA Consultants Ltd. Luce was also Chair of Selenex Ltd (1973–79) and of Courtenay Stewart International (1975–79).

Luce was first elected to the Commons as the Tory MP for Arundel and Shoreham in 1971. He retired from the Commons at the 1992 General Election. Days before the firebomb in Brighton (22 miles away from Arundel) killed the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Between 1979-82, Luce held Ministerial posts in the Foreign Office. In 1982, along with Lord Carrington, he resigned over Argentina’s invasion of the Falklands.

Luce returned to the Foreign Office in 1983, again as a Minister. In 1985, he was appointed as Minister for the Arts and Minister for the Civil Service. He resigned from that post in 1990.

Between 1997-2000, Luce was appointed Governor of Gibralter. He bagged his peerage in Oct 2000, after the Waterhouse Report had been safely published. In the same year, he became Lord Chamberlain – the Head of the Royal Household – a post he held until 2006. Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison spent her whole life as Lady-In-Waiting to HM the Queen Lilibet. During many of those years, Peter Morrison was abusing children, including children in care in north Wales.

 

In April 2012 Lord Luce was appointed by PM David Cameron as Chair of the  Crown Nominations Commission for the See of Canterbury, the commission set up to nominate the 105th Archbishop of Canterbury.

Lord Luce is President of the Voluntary Arts Network, the Royal Overseas League and is High Steward of Westminster Abbey.

Luce is from a family in which many members have reached very senior positions in the Forces, particularly the Royal Navy. Admiral Sir Alec Bingley was a man who had the most impressive of careers in the Royal Navy. He was, among other things, Commander in Chief of the Home Fleet during WWI; the Fifth Sea Lord and Deputy Chief of Naval Staff (Air) in 1954; Commander in Chief of the Mediterranean Fleet and NATO Commander, Allied Forces in the Mediterranean in 1959 and then Commander in Chief, Portsmouth. Sir Alec was married to Lady Juliet Bingley, who during her many her years with MIND, concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Sir Alec and Lady Juliet’s son William Bingley continued Lady Juliet’s good work in concealing the serious crimes, both in his capacity as legal director of MIND and then as CEO of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

It is very likely that Luce knew Sir Alec from Luce’s years in the Foreign Office.  Luce’s uncle was Sir David Luce, First Sea Lord, 1963–66, who would have certainly known Sir Alec. Luce’s sister Diana is married to retired Royal Navy Captain David Hart Dyke and his niece is comedian and actress Miranda Hart. The tall one who makes jokes about being desperate to get married and does a face at the camera every five minutes. When she’s not telling the jokes about her mother. The BBC know that women like that sort of comedy. And that when they say no they mean yes.

The University of Buckingham’s website informs us that Luce’s wife Lady Rose Luce sang in the choir of the University of Buckingham Alumni Association at the pre-Christmas do in 2013.

 

Since Sept 2015, Sir Anthony Seldon has been Vice-Chancellor of the University of Buckingham. Seldon is an historian and a biographer of recent PMs and the former Headmaster of Wellington College. What is less well-known is that prior to that, Seldon was Headmaster of Brighton College, which educated a number of paedophiles’ friends, including Keith Best, the former Tory MP for Anglesey, 1979-87 and Welsh Office Minister (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Seldon sits on the Advisory Board of another private university, A.C. Grayling’s venture, the New College of the Humanities, which seems to attract seriously rich students who have not got into Oxbridge. Seldon is the son of the economist Arthur Seldon, who co-founded the IEA and was Director of Academic Affairs at the IEA for 30 years.

Seldon is a thoughtful man but nonetheless is duped by flaky ideas. His pupils were encouraged to practice Mindfulness as pioneered by paedophiles’ friend Professor Mark Williams (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’) and Seldon is Co-founder of Action for Happiness, the con perpetrated by Lord Richard Layard, husband of paedophiles’ friend Baroness Molly Meacher (see post ‘A Vintage Crop’).

 

The VC prior to Sir Anthony was Prof Terence Kealey, 2001-14, formerly of the Department of Clinical Biochemistry, Cambridge University. Kealey is a Top Doctor who trained at Bart’s and did his PhD at Balliol. Kealey opposes the public funding of science and believes that Thatch transformed schools and universities. Which I suppose she did.

A few days after Thatch was driven away from Downing Street wiping tears from her eyes, I was shopping in a supermarket with my friend – whilst we were both living in London and under attack from the paedophiles’ friends – and we were doing what those people who turn up on Andrew Neil’s TV programmes and make completely inaccurate predictions about the political year ahead describe as ‘assessing the legacy of Thatcher’. As we headed towards the checkout in the supermarket in Peckham – which had obviously been transformed by Thatcher as well – my friend observed ‘she’s ruined everything hasn’t she’. And I tried to think of something which had not been ruined by Thatch and I couldn’t. So we went back to my mate’s flat in Peckham – which had a huge iron portcullis thing on the door, after the door had been kicked in by burglars a few weeks previously – and we discussed the lunatic GP in Peckham whom my friend had seen a few days previously who had prescribed her something that would have caused her serious damage if she had been thick enough to take it.

My mate’s local MP was Harriet Harman who fought many an election on the ‘NHS is great’ ticket. Whilst my friend lived in Peckham she was sacked from her job at the Royal Television Society because she knew what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles and wanted to make a documentary about it- the destruction of my friend’s career was, I understand, something to do with Sir Paul Fox, one of Thatcher’s favourite media executives – and then my friend’s husband was driven out of his job at the BBC for the same reason.

Happy days Harriet! Young Labour Party activists’ careers ruined because their friend was targeted by those who were supplying Thatcher’s mate Sir Peter Morrison with boys.

Terence Kealey is an advocate of the privatisation of HE.

 

The School of Medicine at the University of Buckingham offers postgraduate programmes for qualified doctors and since 2015 has offered an undergraduate medical qualification at a cost of £35,000 per year. The University of Buckingham Medical School works in partnership with Milton Keynes NHS Trust and Milton Keynes University Hospital.

The Dean of the School of Medicine is none other than Karol Sikora, who was one of those among the crooks and fraudsters who worked at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was a postgrad there in 1986/87 (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’), although Sikora subsequently fell out with them in a big way. Sikora’s main aim as a Top Doctor seems to be to become even richer than he is already.

Sikora was a Foundation Fellow of Prince Charles’s now-defunct alternative medicine lobby group, The Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Health. The University of Buckingham ran a Diploma course in ‘integrated medicine’ that was later withdrawn under pressure from David Colquhoun, a campaigner against pseudoscience.

Sikora is Chair of the Faculty of Integrated Medicine, which is unaffiliated to any university but includes Rosy Daniel and Mark Atkinson, who co-ordinated the ‘integrated medicine’ course at the University of Buckingham. Rosy Daniel has been criticised by David Colquhoun for breaches of the Cancer Act 1939 regarding claims that she made for Carctol, a herbal dietary supplement which is ineffective in treating cancer.

 

Since the demise of the Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Heath, Prince Charles has been involved with the College of Medicine, a lobbying group for alternative medicine, which many suspect is just The Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Health with a new name on the door. Professor Andrew Miles is on the ‘scientific council’ of the College of Medicine.

Professor Andrew Miles is Senior Vice-President and Secretary General of the European Society for Person Centred Healthcare. He was formerly Professor of Clinical Epidemiology and Social Medicine as well as Deputy Vice-Chancellor of the University of Buckingham. He has previously held Chairs at Guy’s, King’s College London and St. Thomas’ Hospitals’ Medical School London and at St. Bartholomew’s and The Royal London Hospitals´ School of Medicine, London.

Andrew Miles trained in the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends at the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff.

Karol Sikora is also a ‘professional member’ of the College of Medicine.

 

The University of Buckingham also awards undergraduate and Masters degrees to students who have studied at the Sarajevo School of Science and Technology, a private university in Sarajevo.

The University of Buckingham validates courses in medicine at Medipathways College, a private college based in London which operates dentistry and medicine courses. In late 2014 Medipathways was found by the Higher Education Quality Assurance Agency ‘to be at serious risks of failure’. 

The University of Buckingham Press publishes in the areas of law, education and business. In 2006 the Press relaunched ‘The Denning Law Journal’. Presumably the Lord Denning who achieved notoriety for stating ‘Be ye ever so high the Law is above you’. But he must have made an exception in the case of the Birmingham Six when he declared that if their appeal was to succeed it would be an admission of corruption so serious and widespread which was such ‘an appalling vista’ that it was better that they should remain in prison even if they had been fitted up. Lord Denning subsequently stated that if they’d been hung it would have been easier all round because there wouldn’t be all this fuss.

And if the paedophiles’ friends had succeeded in killing me in one of their arson attempts on my house in the early 1990s, no-one would have to put up with this blog exposing the Top Doctors and their associates.

Good to know that the University of Buckingham named their Law Journal after the finest legal brain that the British judiciary has ever produced.

The University of Buckingham Press publishes other journals, including ‘The Journal of Gambling Business and Economics’. It has a co-publishing arrangement with Policy Exchange. The backgrounds of the questionable people involved with Policy Exchange were detailed in my post ‘Disgusting of Tunbridge Wells And A Few Equally Disgusting Others’.

 

Alumni of the University of Buckingham include Brandon Lewis, Tory MP for Great Yarmouth and currently Chairman of the Conservative Party; Mark Lancaster, Tory MP for Milton Keynes North; Graham Roos, appointed in 2011 as the University’s first Creative Artist in Residence – who earlier in his career worked with Pete Doherty, which might be something that the University of Buckingham does not want remembered – and James Henderson, the former CEO of Bell Pottinger.

 

John W. Paulley, the man who’s letter to ‘The Times’ set the University of Buckingham ball rolling, was a Top Doctor in Ipswich. He was the son of another Top Doctor who was also called John Paulley. John W. Paulley was educated at Epsom College and the Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Following pre-reg and casualty posts, Paulley joined the RAF in 1940. He returned to the Middlesex Hospital after WWII.

Gwynne the lobotomist trained at the Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain’s widow Jocelyn worked at the Middlesex – Chamberlain concealed a paedophile ring whilst he worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Jocelyn must have known that. The Middlesex has an influential alumni network.

The Royal College of Physicians website ‘Lives of The Fellows’ section explains that ‘frustrated by the inhibitions of an academic unit, [Paulley] was appointed consultant physician to the Ipswich Hospital in the hope, more than amply fulfilled, that he could better practice high quality medicine in the environment of a district general hospital. His medical unit rapidly gained a national reputation’.

The reality is that Paulley was involved in some highly unethical experiments on patients accompanied by a degree of law-breaking and was not supervised or held to account. This blog’s correspondent Richard Card has left many comments about Paulley’s activities at Ipswich – Richard was one of Paulley’s patients as a child.

The Royal College tells us that Paulley’s ‘studies in ulcerative colitis, first published in 1950, led to a special interest in inflammatory bowel disease and thereafter into psychosomatic relationships in the pathology of disease. These ideas were not confined to inflammatory bowel disease but expanded to include observations of potential contributory psychological factors in asthma, multiple sclerosis and rheumatoid arthritis. These promoted considerable resistance amongst numbers of more traditional physicians but at least in part are now widely accepted’.

The notion held by some Top Docs that many conditions were ‘psychosomatic’ caused serious problems on the occasions when those Top Docs failed to identify that a condition had an organic basis. Psychological factors play a major role in how people live with their conditions, but much harm was done when Top Doctors stubbornly clung to the belief that seriously ill people were suffering from ‘stress’ or ‘psychosomatic disorders’ – many people with gastrointestinal conditions, ulcers, ME/CFS and numerous other conditions failed to receive the appropriate care and treatment because of a touching belief that it was ‘all in their mind’ and some of those people died.

 

Paulley’s interest in psychosomatic conditions culminated in an ‘outstanding textbook’ – according to the Royal College of Physicians – written with a fellow general physician, H.E. Pelser, ‘Psychological Managements for Psychosomatic Disorders’, Berlin/New York, Springer-Verlag, c.1989. We are told by the Royal College that ‘those of us who worked with him as he explored patients’ attitudes and feelings, very often on his knees at their bedside (as a tall man it was the only way to get down to their level), could not fail to see the potential relationship between mind and body’.

One wonders what the patients thought was going on.

Paulley was of course ‘an excellent and devoted teacher and a great inspiration to those working with him, all of whom were encouraged to think ‘outside the box’. He developed postgraduate teaching in the hospital and was the first clinical tutor. He ran a weekly journal club requiring team members to present original papers, excluding those in ‘The Lancet’ or ‘BMJ’ (all were expected to have read these) or controlled clinical trials (because these rarely contained anything of new scientific interest!). He was one of the first consultants to develop a multidisciplinary team approach, including his own physiotherapist, dietician and dedicated nursing team’.

We can interpret this as ‘Paulley was a cult figure who adhered to bizarre notions, rejected science which attempted to be rigorous and led a little gaggle of staff who did exactly as he ordered, no matter how whackey or dangerous’.

Sounds a bit like Dafydd.

Paulley ‘regarded himself as always ‘on call’ for his inpatients, except during his yearly annual holidays. He immediately forged close working relationships with local practitioners, initially inviting them to join ward rounds, promoting seminars and then the establishment of the first vocational training scheme based on a district general hospital, which not only espoused all the principles of holistic care which he himself practised but also provided a curriculum based on weekly group tutorials, using what would now be called a problem-based self learning approach’.

It’s Dafydd again – ‘always on call’ can be a basis for complete domination of a patient and concealing of one’s abusive activities rather than dedication. If someone is always on call, that patient will be refused a service by other Top Docs no matter how desperate they are to escape.

 

Documents in my possession describe how Dafydd was fuming at senior staff in the NHS in north Wales because patients were ringing him up and taking the piss out of him. Dafydd was attending meetings and sending memos around stressing how he had to be available ’24 hours a day’ for ‘certain patients’ and that was why he couldn’t even install an answerphone to deal with the ‘nuisance calls’. This was a man who hardly ever turned up to his NHS clinics and who left sectioned patients to rot for many months in the North Wales Hospital without even visiting them. Who did the idiots running the NHS in north Wales think that Dafydd was receiving calls from at 3 am, calls that could not even be dealt with for a couple of hours by the answerphone? Not that Dafydd always knew who he was speaking to either. I’ll remind you Dafydd – ‘Is that Anna??? Is that Meri??? Hilary!!!!’ It wasn’t any of them you daft old bugger, although I’d love to know who they were….

Then there was the fictional Dr Angus McGregor who had been to medical school with Dafydd in Liverpool whom Dafydd remembered well from their student days, which was incredible because the whole scenario was conjured up by a Hergest patient whom Dafydd had unlawfully imprisoned some years previously. Dafydd was a bit suspicious at first, but once Dr McGregor had told Dafydd that he’d heard that Dafydd was Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist and he was proud to have known him, all Dafydd’s defences were dropped.

There was a suggestion that a GP called Dr Finlay should give Dafydd a ring, but I don’t think even Dafydd would have fallen for that.

How the North Wales Hospital and Ysbyty Gwynedd claimed to ‘not know’ where Dafydd was when he hadn’t turned up to an NHS clinic or when a patient wanted to discuss a complaint I don’t know, because we all knew at which private clinic he was. It was either Bryn Heed (next to Safeways in Bangor), the Grosvenor Nuffield in Chester, the North Wales Medical Centre at Llandudno or even the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds (one of Jimmy Savile’s haunts), or on occasions a venue in Europe.

 

The Dafydd of Ipswich held an Honorary Fellowship from the University of Buckingham and was Vice-Chairman of their Planning Committee. The University of Buckingham also gave Paulley a DSc. There seems to have been rather a lot of this sort of thing happening at Buckingham – the founders of the University and their relatives were given the most senior academic positions and had honours bestowed upon them (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’).

Now where else have I witnessed such practices?

Paulley’s wife Deidre was also a Top Doctor and ‘developed counselling skills to help those with psychological disturbances’. In other words those who had been abused – probably sexually – by someone who’s offending was being concealed. The phrase ‘developed counselling skills’ suggests that Deirdre made them up as she went along rather than adhering to any known programme/school of thought etc. John W. Paulley supported Deirdre’s development of the very successful Stockwell Centre (for counselling) in Colchester, which was founded in 1976.

Deirdre helped those with psychological disturbances in Ipswich. So Deirde will have known who those involved in the paedophile gang in Suffolk were and what the role of Lord Henniker was (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Peter Righton, the social work academic who was also a paedophile and a founder member of PIE, for a time lived in a cottage on Lord Henniker’s estate. Children in the care of Hackney and Islington Councils were taken to Suffolk on trips – including to Henniker’s estate – and holidays and some complained of being abused there.

 

I have not been able to find out very much at all about John Allen before he arrived in north Wales in 1968 and set up the Bryn Alyn Community, but I have been told that he came from Suffolk. Near Ipswich. I would like to know whether Allen set up shop in north Wales because he knew that there were two very helpful psychiatrists working in the North Wales Hospital who would do anything in return for money and privileges, or whether those two psychiatrists joined in the bonanza once John Allen’s business got off the ground.

John Allen’s arrival in north Wales was followed by the arrival of a whole flurry of people who had found themselves in possession of enough money to buy an isolated old building and convert it into a ‘children’s home’. Kids were abused in all of these homes, in pretty much the same way by the same people. There was a lot of traffic in terms of staff moving between the homes.

The ‘Save The Children’ website has some very interesting snippets about the history of children’s homes in north Wales. Many of those homes which later became notorious for being the sites of serious abuse in the 1970s and 80s had been established in the late 19th or early 20th century. There seems to have been an awful lot of children’s homes in north Wales and a cluster around Wrexham. I’m not sure why – north Wales was not a heavily populated region but it was poor and some industries such as quarrying resulted in the deaths of considerable numbers of men at a young age as a result of industrial accidents. Some cohorts of the quarrymen had a very short lifespan anyway, I think for the lowest ranking group of workers it was about 37 yrs of age. So there might have been a lot of orphans about, or just people who were too poor to look after their children. Or there might be some other explanation…

 

The Paulleys had four children – Sarah, Robert, Amanda and Julian. Julian completed a law degree at the University of Buckingham. Julian Paulley worked as a solicitor in London, specialising in employment/financial/tax/business/intellectual property/wills and probate law. He died in 2013.

The Royal College tells us that John W. Paulley ‘was one of the great general physicians of his generation. A big and somewhat superficially daunting man, he could be somewhat didactic and a powerful defender of his own views, but he listened to others. He was entirely honest, kind and in many ways a gentle man.’

He was a total git but he was hiding his true nature…

 

My correspondent Richard Card has also mentioned that Suffolk was the base of Leonard Cheshire and Sue Ryder. In the 1960s Leonard Cheshire Homes residents became the subject of group psychiatric research for three years. The research was commissioned by the Dept of Health and was conducted by the Tavistock Institute. The details of this research are not available, under the Attorney General’s custodianship rules.

The Tavistock Institute has concealed criminality and abuse for years.

 

John W. Paulley contributed to a 1965 volume, ‘Psychosomatic Disorders in Adolescents and Young Adults’, which covered the Proceedings of a Conference Held by the Society for Psychosomatic Research at the Royal College of Physicians, London, November 1960′.

The conference considered ‘psychosomatic disorders occurring between the ages of 15-25 years and discusses the mental transformation from childhood to adult maturity. This book is organized into eight sessions encompassing 26 chapters. The first two sessions review the concepts of mental health and the psychosexual development in adolescence. The next sessions look into the issues of teenage pregnancy, menstrual disorders, emotional sweating, male sexual disorders, epilepsy in adolescence and psychosomatic aspects of acne vulgaris. These topics are followed by discussions on stress-related disorders, including tuberculosis and acute appendicitis. The remaining sessions describe certain aspects of mental transformation, such as the link between family and emotional maturity and fitness for marriage’.

This was the sort of thing that Dafydd and co were ‘trained’ in. It is well worth paying a bit of attention to this volume and some of those who contributed.

John Paulley Chaired the session ‘Concepts of Mental Health; The Adolescent in industry; The Adolescent in the University’.

Dr Kenneth Soddy Chaired the session ‘The Psycho-sexual Development in Adolescence’.

Kenneth Soddy worked as a psychiatrist in London and was at one point the head of the Psychology Department at UCH. So Soddy was overseeing the activities of Marjorie Wallace and the Count et al at UCH (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).Soddy also spent some time working in Devon in the mid-60s. At one point he lived with his family in the grounds of Hellingly Hospital in East Sussex. Kenneth Soddy died in 1986.

Soddy came from a family of Top Doctors, a number of whom emigrated to the US, Australia and South Africa.

Aleck Bourne Chaired the intriguing sounding session on ‘Pregnancy in Adolescents; Menstrual Disorders; Observations on Emotional Sweating During the Menstrual Cycle; Sexual Disorders in Males.

I’m disappointed that Dafydd and co never diagnosed ’emotional sweating during the menstrual cycle’ in me, I obviously missed out there.

Aleck Bourne was a well-known gynaecologist who became famous as a result of his trial in 1938 for performing an illegal abortion on a 14 year old rape victim. Bourne later became a pro-life activist.

Bourne was educated at Rydal School in Colwyn Bay and at Downing College, Cambridge. He undertook his clinical training at St Mary’s Hospital. and served with the British Army in Egypt and France, 1914-1917.

A keen yachtsman, Bourne was a member of several yacht clubs during the 1930s and in 1933 won the Royal Corinthian’s Yacht Club’s cup for the best cruiser of the year.

In 1938, Bourne was arrested after performing an ‘operation without fee’ at St Mary’s Hospital to terminate the pregnancy at six weeks of a 14 year old girl who had been sexually assaulted by five off-duty British soldiers in the Royal Horse Guards. She had asked for a termination at St Thomas’s Hospital but was sent away on the grounds that she ‘might be carrying a future PM’, a fairly standard line used when Top Docs do not want to perform a termination. No-one ever says to such patients ‘you might be carrying the next Hitler/Harold Shipman/Dafydd’. Rosemary’s Baby!

Bourne stood trial at the Central Criminal Court in July 1938, but was acquitted on charges of procuring abortion. His actions were later defended by ‘The Lancet’ as ‘an example of disinterested conduct in consonance with the highest traditions of the profession’.

Bourne’s defence had been based upon the Infant Life (Preservation) Act 1992, under which the only recognised justification for the termination of a pregnancy was if the life of the woman was in danger. Bourne’s defence was that the inevitable subsequent emotional and psychological trauma that the girl would experience would be a risk to her life.

If a Top Doctor today gave this reason for performing a termination on a 14 year old victim of multiple sexual assault, no-one would question it. In 1938 attitudes were very different. Yet there are a number of questions that arise from Bourne’s case.

Abortion was effectively illegal in 1938, although any woman with a bit of spare money would be able to find a Top Doctor to perform one if she knew who to ask. Women with no money risked their lives or did not have abortions. History tells us that Tommy’s turned the girl away. Yet historical accounts from people who worked at that institution confirm that abortions were performed by Top Doctors there and frequently. Perhaps the Top Doctors at Tommy’s always demanded payment and the girl didn’t have the money?

We are told that Bourne terminated the pregnancy at six weeks. In 1938, there were none of the sort of pregnancy tests which are available at present which can detect a positive test within days of a missed period. In 1938 women waited…and waited…and waited…Sometimes for weeks before anyone took their concerns about a pregnancy seriously. Particularly in a girl as young as 14. Even a Top Doctor, in 1938, would have great difficulty in firmly diagnosing a pregnancy of six weeks. That’s pretty embryonic and Bourne won’t have had the equipment to detect an embryo.

Sexually assaulted by five soldiers? It sounds horrific, what with soldiers being a bit rough, not like Top Doctors who’s only goal in life is to relieve suffering.

If Aleck Bourne had been reported for performing an abortion on someone in 1938 he would be in a great deal of trouble. There was a criminal investigation into his actions which ended up at the Old Bailey. A story involving five soldiers and an embryo was the only thing that was going to keep Bourne out of prison.

I can find no references to any attempts to find the five soldiers and prosecute them, although details about them were given.

During the 1960s, Bourne became a founding member of the Society for the Protection of Unborn Children, which was organised in opposition to the Abortion Act 1967. In his memoirs Bourne wrote:

Those who plead for an extensive relaxation of the law [against abortion] have no idea of the very many cases where a woman who, during the first three months, makes a most impassioned appeal for her pregnancy to be ‘finished,’ later, when the baby is born, is thankful indeed that it was not killed while still an embryo. During my long years in practice I have had many a letter of the deepest gratitude for refusing to accede to an early appeal.

This does sometimes happen and there are Top Doctors who have genuine conscientious objections to abortion. However there is a great deal of hypocrisy in some circles regarding abortion. I know of Top Docs and Angels who have taken a hard anti-abortion line in public but who positively demanded that people in their own families have an abortion because the pregnancy was inconvenient to them.

My post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’ describes how in north Wales local Top Doctors organised themselves to ensure that NHS abortions were virtually unobtainable until the late 1980s. The Top Docs who took such a high moral tone with disadvantaged local women requesting abortions cheerily sent their more affluent patients in the direction of private abortion clinics in Chester. There was complete collusion with a situation in which disadvantaged women – including the girls who were victims of the paedophile gang – could not obtain abortions, yet the families and friends of the Top Docs and Angels themselves had access to abortion on demand. It wouldn’t surprise me if there had been a financial arrangement with the private clinics in Chester, they were making a bomb out of the committed anti-abortionists of north Wales.

There is no explanation of Bourne’s drastic change of heart anywhere. I suspect that like so many Top Doctors – particularly of Bourne’s generation – he did what he felt like. Including performing an abortion – which might have been for money, we only had Bourne’s word that it was ‘without fee’. Whatever Top Doctors have been caught doing, they always claim to have been doing it on compassionate grounds, even Harold Shipman used that rationale.

Bourne continued serving as consulting gynaecologist to St Mary’s Hospital and to the Samaritan Hospital for Women as well as consulting obstetric surgeon to Queen Charlotte’s Hospital before his eventual retirement and death in December 1974, aged 88.

Geoffrey Chamberlain worked as a consultant obstetrician and gynaecologist at Queen Charlotte’s Hospital whilst Aleck Bourne worked there. Chamberlain spent years concealing the organised abuse of children and towards the end of his career at St George’s Hospital Medical School he was caught in a scandal involving the biggest research fraud that had ever been exposed (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’)

Geoffrey Chamberlain was in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve, 1955-74, ending his career with them as a surgeon commander. So he’ll have been plugged into the Gwynne the lobotomist/Sir Alec Bingley network.

 

Another contributor to the volume of conference proceedings was Dr Emanuel Miller. Miller Chaired the session ‘The Family and Emotional Maturity; Fitness for Marriage’.

Emanuel Miller was a ‘Regent’s Park psychiatrist’, a military psychiatrist and one of the founders of child psychiatry who worked at Harley House.

Dr Emanuel Miller was father of an even more famous Top Doc – self-styled polymath Sir Jonathan Miller.

Jonathan Wolfe Miller is a theatre and opera director, actor, author, television presenter, humourist and Top Doctor. He specialised in neurology in the late 1950s and came to prominence in the early 1960s with his role in Beyond the Fringe. Miller began directing operas in the 1970s and has since become one of the world’s leading opera directors with several classic productions to his credit. He has written/presented more than a dozen BBC documentaries.

Miller grew up in St John’s Wood, in a well-connected Jewish family. He was educated at Taunton School and St Paul’s School, London. While at St Paul’s School, Miller became close friends with future Top Doctor Oliver Sacks and Oliver’s best friend Eric Korn – friendships which remained crucial throughout the rest of their lives.

Oliver Sacks is a neurologist who, like Jonathan Miller, found fame as a polymath. Sacks passed through the Middlesex Hospital – he was from a family of Top Doctors, some of who were also associated with the Middlesex – before leaving the UK and building his career in the US. Sacks’s writings caught the media’s and public’s imagination, probably because he gave his books titles like ‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat’. In the final years of his life Sacks revealed that he was gay.

Eric Korn was yet another polymath, but unlike his mates Miller and Sacks, Korn wasn’t a Top Doctor. Korn was a marine zoologist and taught the subject at Southampton, Toronto and Liverpool.

Another place that was well-known for marine zoology was UCNW.

Eric Korn wrote for ‘The Guardian’ and was also a regular on Radio 4’s ‘Round Britain Quiz’.

Miller, Sacks and Korn attracted the observation from fawning people that they ‘are quite the cleverest man that I have ever met’. One therefore wonders how Miller and Korn missed Jimmy Savile whilst they were hanging out at the BBC.

 

Miller studied at St John’s College, Cambridge where he was a member of the Cambridge Apostles. He did his clinical training at UCH. Whilst a student, Miller was in the Cambridge Footlights. Miller performed on a number of radio and TV shows whilst a student. He qualified as a Top Doctor in 1959 and then worked as a house officer for two years, including at the Central Middlesex Hospital for gastroenterologist Sir Francis Avery Jones.

Francis Avery Jones was a Welsh Top Doctor – he was born in Carmarthenshire – who was educated at the Sir John Leman High School in Suffolk. He undertook his medical training at Bart’s Hospital Medical School – which is where Lady Juliet Bingley had worked as an almoner (social worker) and where her father had been a surgeon. Avery Jones was born in 1910, so he will have been of the vintage to have known both Lady Juliet and her father. Professor Linford Rees who concealed the criminality of Dafydd et al in north Wales for many years worked at Bart’s (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Avery Jones worked at the Central Middlesex until 1974. He was also consultant to St Mark’s Hospital, 1948-78 – Lady Juliet also worked at St Mark’s – and to the Royal Navy, 1950-78.

Avery Jones Chaired the King Edward VII Hospital Fund Development and Emergency Bed Service Committee,and the DHSS’s Advisory Committee on Medical Records.

Lord Simon Glenarthur was Chairman of the King Edward VII Hospital – Glenarthur was a Director of the MDU. Simon Glenarthur was also a Health Minister under Secretary of State Ken Clarke and was substantially responsible for the ‘tainted blood’ scandal, in which thousands of NHS patients contracted Hepatitis and HIV after being given infected blood products. Glenarthur was hanging around in the DoH whilst Jimmy Savile was appointed to the management team of Broadmoor.

 

Avery Jones will have known that his colleagues were libelling patients as well as forging medical records, so presumably it was dear old Avery who ensured that the decision as to whether to give patients access to their own records had to be made by the Top Doctors ‘with the best interests of the patient’ in mind. Which enabled Dafydd and the paedophiles to simply repeat for nearly 20 years that it was not in my best interests to have access to my records. Because if I did I would have found out that they had detailed their own criminality as well as their plans to frame me and have me imprisoned or banged up in a secure hospital.

My post ‘Gwlad Y Menig Gwynion’ described how a copy of a 1988 application of mine for a research job in gastroenterology turned up in my medical records. The application was not for a job in Wales, so I wonder how the paedophiles’ friends got their paws on it.

Francis Avery Jones died in Chichester in 1998. Chichester is 28 miles away from Brighton, the scene of the firebomb attack in 1992 which killed five witnesses to the criminality of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. John Allen owned brothels in Brighton to which the kids in care from north Wales were trafficked.

Avery Jones was a mentor to the best – his Indie obituary was written by none other than Sir Richard Doll, who had worked for him.

The Central Middlesex Hospital borders Brent – the location of a paedophile ring as well as of neglect and abuse in the mental health and children’s services (see post ‘Mary Turner – An Appreciation’).

 

Jonathan Miller helped to write and produce ‘Beyond the Fringe’, which premiered at the Edinburgh Festival in Aug 1960. This launched, in addition to his own, the careers of Alan Bennett, Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. Miller quit the show in 1962, and took over as Editor and presenter of the BBC’s arts programme  ‘Monitor’ in 1965. The ‘Monitor’ appointment arose because Miller had approached Huw Wheldon about taking up a place on the BBC’s director training course.

Huw Wheldon was a big name at the BBC for years. He came from north Wales, went to Friar’s School in Bangor along with a number of the paedophiles’ friends and remained a good friend to the paedophiles’ friends throughout his life – he was a Governor of the LSE and UCNW (Bangor University) when UCNW was run entirely by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The Creme de la Creme’).

Miller directed stage-plays during 1960s and produced and directed for TV. In 1968 Miller produced a TV adaptation of M.R. James’s 1904 ghost story ‘Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You My Lad’. Which sounds dreadful if one imagines one of Dafydd’s mates saying it.

By 1970, Miller had mounted a National Theatre Company production of ‘The Merchant of Venice’, starring dear, dear, Larry Olivier.

Miller held a Research Fellowship in the history of medicine at UCL, 1970-73. UCL was host to a number of paedophiles’ friends, among them Marjorie Wallace and the Count (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

In 1974, Miller started directing and producing operas for Kent Opera and Glyndebourne and for the English National Opera. Society psychopath Dr Cathy Wilson of St George’s Medical School who worked for Geoffrey Chamberlain whilst he concealed a paedophile ring used to frequent those locations, as well as all the major theatres in London.

For a time, Miller was a Vice-President of the Campaign for Homosexual Equality. It was alleged that some branches of CHE were fronts for paedophilia, including the Chester branch. 

Miller became Chair of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe Board of Directors.

For details of how Michael Grade offered Samuel Brittan – brother of Home Secretary Leon Brittan, who was at the time busy concealing the organised abuse of children and mental health patients – his ticket to the Edinburgh Fringe in a shameless bit of toadying after the box office at the Fringe had refused to pull strings to secure Brittan a ticket after the Fringe had sold out, see post ‘A Secret And Forbidding Place To Work?’

 

In 1984, Miller studied neurosurgery with Dr. Sandra Witelson at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario, before becoming a neuropsychology Research Fellow at the University of Sussex the following year. The Sussex University that is located at Brighton.

Miller wrote and presented the television series ‘Madness’, a five-part series which ran on PBS in 1991. It featured a brief history of madness and interviews with psychiatric researchers, clinical psychiatrists, and patients in therapy sessions. I’ve never seen it and I don’t think that I want to, although I would no doubt learn something from the selection of people whose work and ideas Miller chose to foreground. In 1991, I and three other witnesses to the criminal activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles were hounded out of our jobs and there were two attempts to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) (see post ‘The Sordid Role of Sir Robert Francis QC’). St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital concealed and colluded the criminality in north Wales in the early months of 1991 (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

 

Miller married Helen Rachel Collet, another Top Doctor, in 1956. They have two sons and a daughter. Miller lives in Camden. His eldest son, Tom, is a photographer, his second child, William, works in the TV business and his youngest child, Kate, also works in TV.

One of my friends worked with William Miller at the BBC in the late 1980s and observed that William ‘was really fucked-up and obsessed with his father’. That was my friend who found himself forced out of the BBC after it became known that his wife knew what had happened to me in north Wales and wanted to make a documentary about it.

So I was interested when in 2012, the ‘Mail Online’ published a rather unflattering profile of Jonathan Miller, characterising him as an indulged grandiose twat. It made much of Jonathan’s hissy fit after receiving a knighthood only for his services to the arts and not for services to medicine. Well Jonathan, as your contribution to medicine seems to have been to assist in the concealing of the serious criminality on the part of Dafydd and other Top Docs, no doubt you’ll be given a peerage soon.

The ‘Mail Online’ article claimed that Miller felt ‘uncherished’ by his mother while, according to Miller’s late sister Sarah (who also worked in TV), their father – the founder of child psychiatry who Chaired conference sessions on young people’s emotional maturity and fitness for marriage – would slam doors saying that ‘nobody cared’ and that Miller senior ‘always had to be the centre of attention or there was trouble’.

Jonathan’s son William has spoken of how his own education was sacrificed on the altar of his parents’ socialist ideology. Although the Millers could easily have afforded private education for their children, all three were sent to London comprehensives.

William described it as ‘the most cavalier of social experiments’. His days at Pimlico Comprehensive were ruled by a sense of ‘tyranny and terror’. Classrooms were a ‘warzone’. At 16, William begged to be sent to Bedales, but ‘the damage had already been done’. The three children left school without an academic qualification between them. One wonders how they landed the sort of plum jobs that normally require degrees from the more prestigious universities…

 

Jonathan’s network at Cambridge included David Frost and the Footlights crowd, many of whom later became part of the Hampstead liberal elite. One of them was Graham Chapman who found fame with Monty Python, who used to seek out teenaged boys for sex and who adopted a 13 year old runaway from Liverpool. People who knew Chapman maintained that his relationship with this teenager – John Tomiczec – was not really fatherly. Chapman was a regular visitor to Snowdonia and John accompanied him. Chapman was questioned by the police concerning his relationship with John, but Chapman reminded the plod that he was a Top Doctor so he didn’t need to explain himself to anyone. Chapman trained at Bart’s. See post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’ for further info on Chapman and John Tomiczec.

John died young – not long after Chapman – in 1992. Same year as those five witnesses to the abuse of kids in care were killed by the firebomb in Brighton.

Graham Chapman was friendly with both Neil Innes and Viv Stanshall, who were members of the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band. Neil Innes gave a performance at Theatre Gwynedd in Bangor in 1984 and my friend went to see it. He and some other students went out to a pub in Bangor with Innes afterwards, although – unlike after George Melly visited Theatre Gwynedd – I was not told that Innes offered a 16 year old boy money to have sex with him.

Viv Stanshall was the man responsible for writing and narrating Sir Henry At Rawlinson End, a well-known masterpiece. Although he was very funny, Viv Stanshall had quite a troubled life and was diagnosed as having manic depression – he was hospitalised at least once. Viv Stanshall was found dead in his bed in March 1995, after a freak accident caused a fire. One account that I read maintained that Viv inadvertently set fire to his bedding whilst he was smoking a fag in bed, but other accounts attributed the fire to other causes. There were no witnesses. Viv was found dead as the demands for a public inquiry into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales became deafening, not long before William Hague ordered Nicola Davies QC to conduct a review of the police paperwork relating to child abuse in the region.

There is a vintage clip of the Bonzos featuring Graham Chapman, Neil Innes and Viv and they are introduced as being ‘from Mitcham’. Mitcham is part of the area of south London which was the location of the south London paedophile ring which was facilitated by Wandsworth Social Services and in the 1980s St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital. Dafydd and Lucille had a direct link to the people who concealed the gang. One member of the gang was Oliver Broooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, a colleague of Geoffrey Chamberlain’s (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

Viv Stanshall was a friend of Radio 1 DJ John Peel – Peel recorded one of the tributes to Viv after he died.

 

 

 

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog will have noticed my observations regarding how the Cool Cymru explosion based upon some high profile Welsh rock bands coincided perfectly with the growing publicity regarding the possibility that a paedophile ring involving VIPs had operated and indeed continued to do so in north Wales. The phenomenon that was Cool Cymru snowballed throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry and reached fever pitch in 1999, at the time of the establishment of the National Assembly for Wales. Welsh rock bands such as Catatonia, the Manic Street Preachers, the Super Furry Animals and Stereophonics became world famous and every self-respecting Welsh politician ensured that they were photographed attending a concert featuring one of these bands.

The 28 May 1999 saw the official opening of the National Assembly. HM Queen Lilibet and Prince Charles turned up, although Blair didn’t, he claimed to be too busy with PMQs at Westminster. Lilibet re-signed a copy of the Government of Wales Act, the measure which set up the Assembly, which was handed to her by Attorney General, paedophiles’ friend John Morris (see post ‘The Waterhouse Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’). Afterwards Lilibet and the assembled guests were  entertained with a song in Welsh from Charlotte Church, then aged 13, who was accompanied by one of four harpists. One of those harpists was Elinor Bennett, wife of Plaid Cymru leader Dafydd Wigley. Dafydd Wigley had no idea what a paedophile was, although Gwynedd County Council, whose offices were just around the corner from his office, were employing loads of them (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Blair did make it over to Cardiff Bay later on in the day, to attend the ‘Voices of a Nation’ concert with Lilibet. The Manic Street Preachers very wisely boycotted the event, although Shakin’ Stevens – who’s manager was a mate of Rhodri Morgan’s (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) – and the best PR gurus that the north Wales NHS has ever had, Mike Peters and his band The Alarm, played. Max Boyce also joined in the singing.

Max Boyce achieved fame in the 1970s as a boisterous comedian/singer whose stage act involved a giant leek and much discussion about drinking great quantities with The Lads and Rugby, as well as anecdotes about him and his mates hitting Soho on trips to Twickers. So imagine my surprise when about four years ago I was told by One Who Knew that Max Boyce was gay. When I told Brown this and told him who had given me the info, Brown asked me if this person had found out about Max’s orientation by ‘peddling his arse’. The answer was of course yes.

Presumably a case of ‘Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You My Lad’.

Sir Anthony Hopkins, who starred as the murdering psychiatrist in ‘The Silence Of The Lambs’, sent a message to the ‘Voices Of The Nation’ concert, as did the Welsh rock band Stereophonics. The message from Stereophonics was of course sent some years before band member Stuart Cable died by choking on his own vomit after a binge-drinking session.

 

Cool Cymru was part of a wider phenomenon, Cool Britannia, in which even higher profile rock stars from England were invited to knees-ups at Number 10 with Tony and Cherie. Blair shamelessly milked the publicity as much as possible and in 1999 even appointed Spice Girl Geri Halliwell as a Goodwill Ambassador for the UN Population Fund.

Scream if you want to go faster Blair!

Geri was no socialist – her idol was Margaret Thatcher, whom Geri claimed was the ‘original Spice Girl’ and embodied ‘female empowerment’. Which has been used to excuse a great many idiocies in recent years, including Geri appearing everywhere wearing her Union Jack dress which was carefully tailored to display her undies. Which defeats the point of a dress really. Geri the empowered woman later revealed that this role model for wimmin had experienced years of anorexia and serious depression. I am sympathetic to anyone with such problems but I really do wish that they’d stop telling the rest of us that they’re our role models. Geri’s mate Posh Spice and her husband David Beckham were even bigger and better role models than Geri and I would imagine judging from the appearance of Posh had even bigger and better eating disorders. I was always interested in the packaging of Posh as Posh – Very, Very Rich Spice would have been a more appropriate name.

Things went a bit pear shaped for Blair when one of those whose company he had cultivated – Noel or Liam Gallagher, I’ve forgotten which one – gave a media interview in which he explained that they were ‘lads’ and had therefore pursued the harmless pastimes that all grown men who describe themselves as lads do, such as breaking into other people’s cars and ripping out the stereos.

Cool Britannia was a wider phenomenon than just music and embraced a number of artists and other cultural figures, who, despite their claims of being not in the least bit establishment, seemed to subscribe to a solidly neoliberal ideology and were plainly in pursuit of as much dosh as possible. By 2011 Tracey Emin – Mad Tracey From Margate – was swearing her allegiance to the Tory Party and had dined with Cameron. As Tracey’s career had been given a substantial boost by Charles Saatchi when he purchased her ‘Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963-1995’ tent, that was probably unsurprising.

When Emin et al were gaining so much publicity and making so much money from their sharks in tanks, unmade beds etc, I knew an artist in north Wales from a previous generation who had long since been a victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles. He used to get very angry about Emin et al and repeatedly told me that success in the art world was predicated entirely upon ‘cocaine and champagne’ and assured me that there was a healthy trade in ‘boys’ for people like David Hockney. At first I wondered if he was just reflecting popular beliefs about the rich n famous, but on occasions he gave me names and details which suggested that he had considerable knowledge about certain people, including Hockney and Francis Bacon.

The staff of the Hergest Unit dismissed this man as a total lunatic. If they’re reading this blog they might have wished that they had listened to his ramblings a little more closely now – because I did and I found out some very interesting things…

How are you all getting on up there in the Hergest?? You all know who I’m talking about and you’ve got no idea what he told me about during all those years have you…

This man maintained that Tracey et al really were the King’s New Clothes and that their success was based upon matters other than their ‘art.’ He maintained that, for example, he could fix a dog turd to a long piece of wire and design a mechanism by which the turd revolved around a lit light bulb, call it ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ and that if he allowed certain influential people to have sex with him, he would achieve success. I and a friend were really taken by the idea of ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ and tried to encourage him to actually build that installation, but sadly he didn’t. The only part of his plan which I don’t think would have worked was the bit where he would offer his body to benefactors – he had forgotten that he was no longer a teenager but was nearly 50.

This man did of course know all the local artists in north Wales of his generation, including those who became famous such as Peter Prendergast and Ed Povey. They all knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles and furthermore they knew what Dafydd and the paedophiles had done to this man…Then there was Paul Webster, the total bastard who taught art at Coleg Menai about whom the students made constant complaints but there was never any action…

I also discovered from the inspiration behind Turd Eclipsing The Sun that Everybody Hated Kyffin. That’s the Kyffin Williams who taught Michael Mansfield art when Mansfield was young. Kyffin was the most famous artist to come out of north Wales. What was the secret of his success? Simple – Kyffin was born into a wealthy family and was rich enough to establish his own gallery…

 

The joys of Cool Britannia were not lost upon the wider circle of the paedophiles’ victims. I remember many conversations taking place in the Hergest Unit whilst the events described in my posts ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and The Banality Of Evil’ took place, regarding the merits or otherwise of Oasis, Pulp and Blur. The Hergest patients did not of course benefit from A Very Big House In The Country, but the paedophiles’ friends who were imprisoning them, neglecting them so severely that they were left destitute and driving them to suicide, frequently did have Very Big Houses In The Country. Property prices were very low in north Wales at that time because of the wrecked local economy, so a paedophiles’ friend on anything above £40k – or indeed a married couple of paedophiles’ friends both working as Angels or social workers – could live a good life. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones had three houses (at least) and he was not alone in that respect.

 

What I noticed during Cool Cymru was the elevation to international superstar status of people who I remembered when they were teenagers playing in local bands in Gwynedd. In the 1980s Gwynedd did have a thriving music scene but musicians from north Wales were cold-shouldered by the wider rock world. When I was an undergrad a group called Fay Ray were locally very popular and everyone became excited when one of those involved with managing or promoting The Police signed Fay Ray up. People imagined that Fay Ray were now going to hit the big time, but they didn’t. The man who was the leading light in the band continued managing Cob Records in Bangor and I think that he later went to work in Bangor University. No-one became superstars although Fay Ray were very, very good. Everyone ‘knew’ that rock bands from north Wales could be brilliant but they would not be given the big breaks because they were, well, a bit too Welsh. Fay Ray were an English language band as well, the Welsh language rockers were utterly marginalised.

So imagine my surprise ten years later when local musicians from north west Wales – and one of them from Llanllechid, the village in which I lived – became hugely famous as the deaths of vulnerable people soared in that very village and the surrounding area.

The highest profile of those musicians from north Wales was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees. Ioan was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang carried on business within the Council’s children’s homes unhindered and the Arfon Community Mental Health Team threatened patients, lied about them in court and generally made their lives as unpleasant as possible. Most members of the Arfon CMHT were social workers employed By Gwynedd County Council. Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes was Ioan’s Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer who was involved in the perjury and forged documentation in the serial attempts to have me imprisoned, was Gwynedd County Council’s lawyer under Ioan Bowen Rees.

My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ details the other gangsters and crooks who were employed by Ioan and also describes how Ioan’s neighbours in Llanllechid actually lived – the service users and people on limited incomes who lived in the old quarrymen’s cottages whilst Ioan et famille lived in their Very Big House In The Country down a private lane, surrounded by beech trees lest they clapped eyes on the people who were virtually destitute as a result of Ioan’s mismanagement. Or indeed lest those being screwed over clapped eyes on the style in which Ioan lived. If people had grasped the wider picture, Ioan’s house would probably have been one house that wasn’t a holiday cottage owned by English people to have gone up in flames.

It was accepted that Ioan Bowen Rees and his ilk formed an elite in Gwynedd – they and their friends and relatives landed the plum jobs and everybody else was frozen out. The common perception was that this was a result of anti-English feeling – it wasn’t, it was corruption. It was sometimes dressed up as Welsh language rights and patriotism but I knew Welsh people who’s lives had been ruined by that lot. Furthermore, none of the thugs employed in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team spoke Welsh or were even learning it, although Gwynedd Social Services had a policy which stated that all such staff had to be Welsh speaking. Welsh people who knew about that policy constantly wondered what was going on with the Arfon Team – the whole lot of them could have been dismissed on language grounds, yet alone on the grounds of serious criminal activity. I don’t think that Keith Fearns even knew how to say bore da or diolch.

So how did the offspring of the paedophiles’ friends who ruled Gwynedd but were not recognised outside of Wales achieve fame and fortune – the offspring who provided such a positive image of Wales and Welsh youth just as former kids in care in north Wales told the Waterhouse Inquiry how they had been beaten, starved, forced to labour for local businesses free of charge, buggered, gang raped, trafficked across the UK and even to Europe for sex work and had been arrested themselves when they had asked the police for help?

A clue was provided in an interview with Rhys Mwyn in the ‘Daily Post’ in 2016. Rhys Mwyn is a former Welsh punk musician who was a member of the band Yr Anhrefn from Bangor which was formed in 1982. Rhys moved into production/management and journalism and has talked a great deal about how difficult it was for people in the Welsh rock scene to get a break. Rhys remembered that Sain ‘wouldn’t budge’ and that Radio Cymru ignored them.

Sain is the Welsh language label that was established by Welsh folk singer and language campaigner Dafydd Iwan. Sain dominated everything musical in north west Wales for years and anyone who wanted to be anyone grovelled to Dafydd Iwan to get a contract with Sain.

Dafydd Iwan is the former leader of Gwynedd County Council and penned a tribute to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. A real tribute, not a piss-take. I have tried in vain to access a copy, but it seems to be unavailable, although it can still be seen among the various lists of Dafydd Iwan’s outputs.

 

So who gave the Welsh language rockers a break? It was none other than that well-known connoisseur of school girls in uniform, John Peel. Peel seems to have been very, very supportive of Gruff Rhys and his friends. John Peel was of course known for supporting unknown musicians and every hopeful teenaged band sent Peel a tape, but Gruff et al were singing in a language that John Peel did not understand – furthermore Peel had been around for decades without showing a flicker of interest in the Welsh rock scene. Not even Fay Ray, who actually sung in English.

Rhys Mwyn was so pissed off with the way in which he and his peers had been elbowed out by everyone pre-Peel that he became known as an outspoken critic of the Welsh pop industry. Mwyn (born Gareth Rhys Thomas) set up his own label – Recordiau Anhrefn – in 1983. His band Yr Anhrefn were also championed by Peel and recorded three sessions for Peel’s Radio 1 show; Peel travelled to Wales to see the band perform. They were featured on ‘The Tube’ in 1987 – although they were largely ignored by the British music weeklies – and played with Joe Strummer on the Rock Against Rich UK tour in 1988.

Paula Yates was a star of ‘The Tube’, the Paula who when she was a teenager was a groupie, who developed drug problems and who’s partner Michael Hutchence was found dead whilst she was in the middle of a major spat with her ex Bob Geldof. Paula died of an overdose herself after some very expensive Top Docs at The Priory found that they just weren’t getting anywhere with her. She was probably suffering from emotional sweating. Paula’s daughter Peaches died of an overdose a few years later.

Paula came from north west Wales, the very same village where the best friend that Dafydd and the paedophiles ever had, Lord Wyn Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’), lived.

 

Original Yr Anhrefn members Hefin Huws and Dewi Gwyn left the band in the late 1980s and were replaced by Dylan Hughes (formerly of Y Cyrff) and Sion Jones, formerly of Maffia Mr Huws. Maffia Mr Huws were a popular Bethesda band when I lived near Bethesda in the late 1980s/90s. Maffia Mr Huws currently appear on Sain’s website, so they seem to be with Sain now, despite having been previously frozen out, if that is what did happen. The Sain site mentions the involvement of brothers Gwyn and Sion Jones with Maffia Mr Huws and states that Gwyn now runs Stiwdio Bos with his partner, the harpist Sian James.

Yr Anhrefn made their first English language recording in 1994, on a single with Liverpudlian actress Margi Clarke.

In 1995 Yr Anhrefn worked with producer Ronnie Stone who aided them in creating a collection of re-mixed Welsh folk music featuring Elinor Bennett and Sian James, as well as a number of world musicians.

Elinor Bennett is the harpist wife of Dafydd Wigley, who was the MP for Caernarfon and knew about the criminality of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophile gang (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Elinor Bennett records with Sain.

Sian James is a Welsh traditional folk singer and harpist who has recorded for Sain and BBC Records as well as for her own label, Bos. Siân is from Powys and read music at UCNW (Bangor University). She is well known as an actress on Welsh language TV. Sian is one year older than me, so will have been a student at Bangor at approximately the same time as I was. So not only will Sian have known that Professor William Mathias of the School of Music was alleged to have been sexually exploiting the female students, but Sian will have noticed the activities of the paedophiles’ friends who ran UCNW at that time (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Being a Welsh speaker from Wales, Sian will have known even more about it all than I did.

So by 1995 some of those closely associated with Sian had dropped their hostility to Rhys and his peers.

By 1995 the voices demanding a public inquiry into the abuse of children in care in north Wales could not be silenced. In May 1995 the Welsh Office – who had concealed the abuse for years – asked Nicola Davies QC to review the police documentation regarding the matter. Nicola found that all documentation since 1989 was missing. In Dec 1995 Nicola concluded that a public inquiry was not in the public interest. Nicola became Dame Nicola and ended up as the Presiding Judge of the Wales Circuit (see post ‘This Is What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’).

 

Rhys Mwyn and his brother Sion Sebon formed a new band, Mangre, in 2000, the year of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Mwyn went on to manage Catatonia and more recently Jeb Loy Nichols, an American-born singer who is now based in Wales – this prompted a resurrection of Recordiau Anhrefn.

 

Catatonia was the biggest band of the Cool Cymru scene. Cerys Matthews of Catatonia was the daughter of a Top Doctor who worked in Cardiff and then relocated to west Wales. George Thomas’s molesting of underaged boys was common knowledge among Top Doctors in Cardiff (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Before he was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Ioan Bowen Rees was County Secretary of Dyfed County Council in west Wales – his rock star son Gruff was born in Haverfordwest in 1970, whilst Ioan worked for Dyfed County Council. A paedophile gang operated in Dyfed and in wider west Wales for years.

June and Jennifer Gibbons grew up in Haverfordwest but did not become rock stars. Instead they were banged up in Broadmoor in the early 1980s when they were still teenagers for no good reason, after they had passed through Dyfed’s special education and child psychology services – but they did insist on telling everyone that they were prostitutes (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

Cerys Matthews began a career as a psychiatric nurse but discontinued it for reasons which she has never made public. She gave up psych nursing before she was famous and took up busking instead.

 

Gruff’s mate the Super Furry Animals drummer Dafydd Ieuan was also in Yr Anhrefn for a time, playing on their 1993 Peel session – the Furries had supported Yr Anhrefn on a tour of France in 1993. The Furries themselves were formed in Cardiff in 1993. Other members of the group are Dafydd Ieuan’s brother Cian Ciaran, Huw Bunford, Guto Pryce – the actor Rhys Ifans is a former member. Rhys Ifans’s career began at the paedophiles’ friends folly Theatre Clwyd (see posts ‘Workers Play Time’).

The Furries had all previously played in various other Welsh bands. Rhys Ifans, Dafydd Ieuan and Guto Pryce had been together since the early 1990s. After Huw Bunford and Cian Ciaran joined in 1995, they signed to Ankst, a Welsh indie label.

The name of the band came from T-shirts being printed by Gruff Rhys’s sister who was making Super Furry Animals T-shirts for the fashion and music collective Acid Casuals .

After gigging in London in late 1995, the Furries were noticed by Creation Records boss Alan McGee at the Camden Monarch club, who signed them to his label. Creation had recently found massive commercial success with Oasis. The Furries have said that having watched their gig, McGee asked them if they could sing in English rather than Welsh in future shows. There are claims that McGee thought that they were speaking Welsh when they were speaking English ‘because their accents were so strong’.

If this story is true, it suggests that Alan McGee was very unfamiliar with north Wales – those young men were perfectly understandable by English speakers, they were not elderly hill farmers who were very uncomfortable speaking in English. Gruff Rhys had been to Manchester Metropolitan University, he obviously managed to make himself understood there.

Alan McGee is a businessman and music industry executive who grew up in Glasgow. He has been a record label owner, musician, manager and was a music blogger for ‘The Guardian’, 2006-10. Since Sept 2011 McGee has blogged for the Huffington Post UK. He is best known for co-founding and running Creation Records, 1983-99 and the Poptones label from 1999-07. By 1992 Creation was heavily in debt and McGee sold half the company to Sony Music. Just when it looked as though Creation would have to go into receivership, Oasis began selling enormous quantities of albums which saved the day.

McGee’s position was noted by the Labour Party, who considered him a figurehead of youth culture and courted his influence to spearhead a media campaign prior to the 1997 General Election. McGee was largely responsible for changing Gov’t legislation in relation to musicians being able to go on the New Deal which gave musicians three years to develop and be funded by the Gov’t instead of having to take other jobs to survive. In 1998, ‘Omnibus’ made a documentary about McGee and Creation for BBC One.

Blair changed legislation as a result of pressure/lobbying from Alan McGee. So why was it so essential to keep Mr McGee on side then Blair?

McGee was awarded the ‘NME’ ‘Godlike Genius’ award in Feb 1996 and Creation Records was awarded “independent label of the year” every year between 1995 and 1998 by ‘Music Week’. McGee returned to making music in 1997, collaborating with Ed Ball under the name The Chemical Pilot, releasing the album ‘Journey to the Centre of the Mind’ in 1998.

While Oasis went on to sell nearly 54 million records by 2008, Creation continued issuing albums by other artists, none of which came near the success of Oasis. Rumours began to circulate of McGee’s dissatisfaction with the direction in which Creation had gone. In late 1999 it was announced that Creation Records would close. The final album released by the label was Primal Scream’s 2000 release which went gold in the UK. The final single was the third released from that album.

McGee closed Creation Records for good, selling the rest of the shares to Sony in 2000 for an overall price that was staggered through the 1990s of around $30,000,000 (USD). Following Creation’s closure, McGee became a property developer, buying houses, flats, a farm in Wales and an office block in Primrose Hill.

The dissolution of Creation Records led to McGee forming  Poptones in 2000. McGee also ran the international club night, Death Disco. McGee occasionally DJ’s around the globe under the moniker of ‘Death Disco’. Death Disco had branches in Glasgow, London, New York City, Budapest and Los Angeles. McGee had no further involvement with Death Disco after 2009.

In May 2007, McGee told the Indie that he was winding down Poptones for financial reasons.

On 12 September 2008, McGee retired from band music management and record company involvement.

In 2007, McGee was made a Companion of the Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts (LIPA), in recognition of the work that he has carried out with students. LIPA was founded by Sir Paul McCartney and Mark Featherstone-Witty. The ‘project champion’ was Richard Branson. Featherstone-Witty describes Sir George Martin as the ‘Godfather’ of LIPA – Martin introduced Branson to Featherstone-Witty. Sir George Martin was the man known as the ‘Fifth Beatle’, an English record producer, arranger, composer, conductor, audio engineer, and musician. His career spanned more than six decades of work in music, film, television and live performance. Martin held a number of senior executive roles at media companies and contributed to a wide range of charitable causes, including The Prince’s Trust and work with the Caribbean island of Montserrat.

In recognition of his services to the music industry and popular culture, George Martin was given a knighthood in 1996 – the year in which the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced. Just as Gruff Rhys began to record English language songs and headed for the stars…

HM the Queen Lilibet opened LIPA in June 1996.

 

In Nov 2008, Alan McGee was appointed visiting fellow on the popular music degree course at the University of Gloucestershire.

Blair might have pursued Alan McGee, but McGee bit the hand that fed him before long. In Jan 2000 he likened the Labour party to Big Brother in Orwell’s ‘1984’ and accused Blair of being a control freak. McGee had previously been one of Labour’s biggest financial donors, having donated £100,000 to the party.

One of McGee’s last acts as Creation Records boss was to use £20,000 of Creation’s money to fund Malcolm McLaren’s campaign to run for Mayor of London. McLaren immediately stood down when Ken Livingstone finally decided to stand for Mayor.

In late 2009, McGee withdrew his support for the Labour Party. He wrote an article for ‘The Sun’ in Oct 2009 in which he praised Tory leader David Cameron, saying that ‘at least David Cameron looks like a leader’.

‘I’ll tell you what gets me going and pumps me up – it’s people doing the right thing’. Like concealing a paedophile gang which murdered witnesses perhaps Cameron?

In the 2010 General Election, McGee stated that he had voted for Liberal Democrat Roger Williams. Roger Williams was MP for Brecon and Radnorshire, 2001-15. So I presume that Alan McGee lives in the Brecon area.

You’ve guessed it – there was a paedophile gang in the Brecon area with links to Dafydd et al in north Wales. George Melly had a house near Brecon. The George Melly who appeared at Theatre Gwynedd and whilst he was in Bangor offered to pay a 16 year old boy – whom I knew when he was older – for sex.

I wrote to Roger Williams before he stood down as an MP. I wrote to Roger Williams in 2013 after I was assaulted and injured by a complete stranger who tried to throw me into the path of a moving car. It happened in broad daylight and there were loads of witnesses. The police in Aberystwyth weren’t able to investigate or interview the witnesses because after I went to the police station in Aberystwyth to report the attack, they called for medical help because of my injuries and I was sectioned by two Top Docs and a social worker. I was taken to Wrexham Maelor Hospital where it was later explained to me that I had been unlawfully detained because none of the paperwork had been signed by the Top Doctors, so I was free to go.

I discovered that the woman who attacked me was the daughter of a barrister who had previous for unprovoked violent assaults on people but that her dad got her out of trouble every time.

Full details of the events can be read in my post ‘Five Find A Mystery (Partially) Illuminated’.

Roger Williams never replied to my letter.

McGee announced in May 2014 that he had restarted Creation Management.

So how did so many sheep shaggers come to the attention of and indeed end up being embraced by an industry that had been so hostile to them for so many years previously and who obviously had no understanding of their roots because that industry asked them to sing in English – which defeated the point of what those bands were all about? The Furries received some criticism in the Welsh media for singing in English, criticism which the band felt ‘completely pissed’ about. The band have claimed that the decision to sing in English was taken in order to broaden their fan base.

 

In Feb 1996, the Furries debut on Creation, ‘Hometown Unicorn’, became NME’s Single of the Week, chosen by guest reviewers Pulp. It was the first Furries single to chart in the UK Top 50. The follow-up, a re-recording of ‘God! Show Me Magic’, charted at No. 33 upon release in April 1996 and also became NME single of the week. In May 1996, their debut album ‘Fuzzy Logic’ was released, to wide critical acclaim – this was the first time that Gruff had recorded in English. However sales were slow, but it garnered a little more interest when the next single ‘Something 4 the Weekend’ was given considerable radio airplay and charted at No. 18 in July 1996.

By Feb 1996 people were loudly demanding an public inquiry into events in the children’s homes of north Wales. Nicola Davies QC had stated in Dec 1995 that such an inquiry would not be in the public interest and outrage followed. In the summer of 1996 Secretary of State for Wales William Hague announced that there would be a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in the care of Gwynedd and Clwyd County Councils since 1974.

The final single from the album, was called ‘If You Don’t Want Me To Destroy You’, a strangely poignant title in view of what was happening to people like me at that time. The Furries themselves consider one of their best songs to be ‘The Man Don’t Give A Fuck’ which came out in Dec 1996. Which was just about when the Waterhouse Inquiry opened.

‘The Man Don’t Give A Fuck’ did much to establish Super Furry Animals as cult heroes, as the song contained the word ‘fuck’ over 50 times and therefore received practically no airplay. It hit No. 22 in the charts and became Super Furry Animals standard closing number when they played live.

Not giving a fuck was a running theme with the paedophiles’ friends. Had Gruff sung a song called ‘My Dad And His Mates Are Running A Paedophile Gang’ no doubt Gruff would have been even more famous more quickly. He needn’t have worried about the dangers of arrest – Jimmy Savile asked four year old girls if they would be his girlfriends and boasted of making a deal with the local police in which it was agreed that if he returned a teenaged runaway to them, he would spend the night with her first and no-one published a word about his numerous sex crimes until after he was dead.

In the late 1980s/early 1990s there was a young man who was mates with another man in the village in which Gruff grew up whose father knew Jimmy Savile. The father concerned was a clergyman who I think lived over near Llandudno but had been involved with Stoke Mandeville Hospital. His son spent a lot of time in the Bethesda area and frequented festivals and music gigs whilst consuming a lot of drugs and alcohol. The son reassured me that Jimmy Savile was a ‘twat’ and that his dad and everyone at Stoke Mandeville hated him.

The music festivals and gigs in north Wales in the 1990s were popular and frequented by a variety of people across the social spectrum. Two people who particularly enjoyed these events together – and who went to the bigger ones such as Glastonbury – were Jeff Crowther and Gareth Phillips. Jeff was a psychiatric nurse manager at the Hergest Unit and then worked for the drug team on Anglesey and Gareth was a senior nurse in the Hergest Unit. I have mentioned previously that Jeff and Gareth didn’t mistreat patients themselves, but they knew exactly what some of their colleagues were doing – and I bet that they knew who Gruff Rhys’s father was as well.

In early 1997, Super Furry Animals embarked on the NME Brats Tour and completed work on a follow-up to ‘Fuzzy Logic’. Two singles preceded the new album, one being ‘The International Language of Screaming’.

Gruff’s dad’s neighbours couldn’t have been screaming much louder but The Man Didn’t Give A Fuck.

The new releases featured cover art from Pete Fowler, who went on to design the sleeves of all the Furries releases up until 2007.

The album ‘Radiator’ hit the shelves in August 1997. Creation did not serve the album particularly well by releasing it just four days after the long-awaited new effort from Oasis, ‘Be Here Now’.

There’s a message for you Gruff – no matter how many kids were trafficked to celebs by Dafydd and Lucille, you and your friends will always be sheep shaggers in the eyes of those twats…

Two further singles, ‘Play It Cool’ (released Sept 1997) and ‘Demons’ (Nov 1997) both hit No. 27 in the charts, suggesting that Super Furry Animals had hit a commercial ceiling. However, somehow they had established themselves as favourites in the music press, a cut above the majority of their Britpop peers…

 

During 1997 the Waterhouse Inquiry heard evidence in public from former residents of children’s homes in north Wales. Accounts of the most serious abuse were given and some people collapsed whilst giving evidence.

 

The running theme re the Furries and sales seems to have been that outside their home territory of north Wales, the Furries didn’t always do that well. Sales were slow and sometimes not very good, but nonetheless they continued to be massively promoted by the music press/industry. Who had to ask them to sing their songs in a different language because they couldn’t understand what they were saying – even when they were speaking English.

In early 1998 Super Furry Animals recorded the ‘Ice Hockey Hair’ EP at Welsh producer and musician Gorwel Owen’s house and released it in May. The title track, ‘Smokin’ became their most successful single up to this point, hitting No. 12 in the charts and leading to a memorable appearance on ‘Top of the Pops’.

Now then, now then, guys and gals, we don’t usually let sheep shaggers from Bethesda into this business, but I’ve fixed it for them – as well as for those psychos from Broadmoor. They might know that I’m a twat up in Llanllechid but no-one’s going to publish a word.

By the beginning of 1998 no-one was in any doubt that what happened to kids in children’s homes in Gwynedd and Clwyd for years was dreadful and that senior managers in the Councils had known what was going on and had either colluded with, or ignored, it.

In Jan 1999, ‘NME’ readers named the Furries ‘best new band’, although it was now three years since they had released their debut album. In May 1999, the single ‘Northern Lites’ – recorded at the Real World Studios – was released and made No. 11 in the charts. Real World Studios was founded by Peter Gabriel and is located near Bath.

 

In May 1999 the National Assembly for Wales was established, packed to the rafters with new AMs who were paedophiles’ friends, served by a civil service composed substantially of former Welsh Office staff who had spent decades concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the gang…

 

After playing several of the summer festivals, the Furries released ‘Fire In My Heart’ and embarked on a US and UK tour. They finished their UK tour at the Cardiff International Arena in Cardiff, where they showcased the first ever concert in surround sound and broadcast it on the world wide web.

As Sir Ronald Waterhouse was writing his Report, the UK was swept away by so many talented young people from Wales.

A phenomenon had been created, as well as a whole new image for Wales and Welsh youth. Had Gruff Rhys and his mates not received such frantic promotion from the music industry, Wales and its youth would have been perceived rather differently as a result of the horrors that had emanated from the witness evidence supplied at the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation – and Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Lady Patricia Scotland were paid a great deal of money to call the witnesses liars.

Bring out that harp and give us a tune Mrs Wigley – Lady Wigley now – we’re in need of some good PR.

Cool Cymru did wonders for young people in north Wales who had endured years of sneering and marginalisation from the English media and I – and scores of other people whose lives had been destroyed by Gruff Rhys’s dad and his mates – purchased the albums of those musicians as well. None of us realised at the time who their parents and parents’ friends were. They were simply known as musicians from north Wales who had managed to storm the ramparts of a bastion of Anglo-Americanism, which always goes down well in north Wales. Of course it was not Gruff Rhys who had presided over the biggest child sex abuse scandal that the UK had ever experienced – it was his dad and many of those who had assisted the careers of Gruff and his friends. I find it staggering that this never even got a mention in the media, particularly as the phenomenon that was Gruff Rhys and his mates was taking place at the very time as all those deaths of former kids in care and psych patients in north Wales.

Gruff Rhys’s dad Ioan Bowen Rees died in May 1999. We didn’t hear much about that either. Not that I’d have had time to attend the funeral, I was recovering from years of effort at keeping myself out of prison and high security hospitals as the crazed allegations and the perjury from the mates of Gryff Rhys’s dad had reigned down upon me. There was a lull about the time that Ioan Bowen Rees died, before the paedophiles’ friends returned with a vengeance in 2002 and tried to have me imprisoned once more…

 

In Jan 2000 – one month before the publication of the Waterhouse Report – the Furries released  ‘Do or Die’ and made No. 20. It was last single that the Furries released on Creation Records, as Alan McGee set off to pursue other interests, but then as far as the paedophiles’ friends would have been concerned, he’d served his purpose.

Ioan’s son was a star!

We are told that it ‘had always been the Furries plan’ to release their next album on their own label, Placid Casual. It would be ‘a deliberate sidestep from their recent work’ – an album of Welsh language songs entitled ‘Mwng’. Ah, so they could sing in Welsh again now….

A limited edition 7 inch record, ‘Ysbeidiau Heulog’ – pronounce that correctly then NME –  preceded ‘Mwng’ in May 2000. It was backed with ‘Charge’, recorded as a Peel Session for the BBC. The title will have just tripped off Peel’s tongue… The album, released the same month, sold remarkably well for a non-English LP – it made No. 11 in the charts – and was commended in Parliament for its efforts in keeping the Welsh language alive. Not that anyone had ever noticed Parliament taking a blind bit of notice of the Welsh language’s destiny before. We know what the PM at that time – Blair – thought of the Welsh. They were ‘the fucking Welsh’, as that video clip of Blair losing his temper whilst watching TV demonstrated.

The year of the Waterhouse Report also saw the Furries contribute two tracks for the Liverpool Sound Collage project, which was nominated for a Grammy. They undertook this remixing of unreleased Beatles recordings at the invitation of Paul McCartney, whom they had met at the NME Awards, where they had won Best Live Act.

At about this time, being Welsh was so desirable that people who were not in the least bit Welsh were trying to join the London Welsh Society. One such person was David Frost. David Frost was filmed joking with the Weathergirl – I think that she was about 45 yrs old at the time – Sian Lloyd about the efforts that he had made to get into the London Welsh. I always associate David Frost with ‘Through The Keyhole’ and being the butt of the jokes of the many people whom he was once mates with in ‘Footlights’, but of course David Frost took a substantial interest in the wrongdoing of those in high places.

David Frost died in Aug 2013, after Operation Pallial had begun to reinvestigate the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and as the nation geared up for a review of the Waterhouse Inquiry in the wake of allegations that it had been a huge cover-up. Frost was on a cruise liner and unusually he was travelling alone, not with his wife. He had a heart attack not long after the ship had left port but whilst it was slightly too far away for help from land to be easily available. No Top Doctor in the world could save Frost…

In 2015 Frost’s son Miles was found dead after going out jogging. He had died at only 31 yrs of the same condition as his father, which had been ticking away inside him undiagnosed…

 

With the demise of Creation, the Furries needed to find a new label for their next album. Sony held a substantial stake in Creation and offered a deal to the Furries, who signed with Sony’s subsidiary, Epic. The band pushed for a deal which allowed them to take a new album elsewhere if the label wasn’t interested in releasing it – thereby allowing them to find a home for any esoteric project which they might want to undertake in the future. Epic were remarkably accommodating, not something which the ruthless greedy recording industry is known for.

The greater resources afforded to the Furries by Epic were apparent in their first album for the label, ‘Rings Around the World’, released in July 2001. One of the tracks from the album, ‘Receptacle For the Respectable’ featured Paul McCartney. Another track  was ‘No Sympathy’.

‘Rings Around the World’ was the world’s first simultaneous release of an audio and DVD album. It was nominated for the Mercury Music Prize in 2001. The ceremony took place on the day after the terror attacks on the World Trade Centre and the Pentagon – the Furries performed the album track ‘It’s Not The End Of The World’. Well, The Man Don’t Give A Fuck does he. ‘It’s Not The End Of The World’ was released as a single in Jan 2002 (chart No. 30), following ‘(Drawing) Rings Around the World’ (chart No. 28). Neither had that much impact but still received some airplay, notably on BBC Radio 2. Which is the station for the middle-aged, who can remember the days before Gary Glitter and others had been convicted of child sexual abuse and when it was believed that teenaged girls on ‘Top of the Pops’ actually enjoyed the Twat from Stoke Mandeville sporting a T Shirt with the slogan ‘If I Said You Had A Beautiful Body Would You Hold It Against Me?’ and asking them to follow the instructions on his shirt. The days when the same girls were ignored if they made allegations of sexual assault against the aforementioned Twat.

Now then, now then, now then, we mustn’t give up on these young gentlemen just because no-one is buying their music…

Lucky Gruff – son of one of those whom constituted, as a victim of the paedophiles’ friends said to me the other day, ‘a corrupt self-serving elite’ who ran Gwynedd as ‘their fiefdom’ – began preparing for stardom many years before it happened. In 1985 Gruff played drums for the north Wales band Machlud, appearing at the Pesda Roc festival in Bethesda and then found fame in Wales as the front man of Ffa Coffi Pawb (translated this name means ‘Everyone’s Coffee Beans’), which if said quickly in Welsh with a Bethesda accent, can sound like ‘fuck off everyone’.

On signing to Ankstmusik, Ffa Coffi Pawb became one of the leading bands on the Welsh music scene.

Ffa Coffi Pawb disbanded in 1993 and Gruff and drummer Dafydd Ieuan from Anglesey – who had played for Catatonia (1993-96), Yr Anhrefn and other Welsh language bands – formed the basis of Super Furry Animals and the legend began…

Gruff’s adventures continued after the allegations that Waterhouse had been one massive cover-up died down. In Jan 2005, Gruff released his first solo album, ‘Yr Atal Genhedlaeth’, on the Placid Casual label. A tour of Wales and several festival appearances followed. After Super Furry Animals signed to Rough Trade, the new label agreed to take on Gruff’s solo work as well and in 8 January 2007 they released ‘Candylion’.  A third solo album by Rhys, ‘Hotel Shampoo’ was released in Feb 2011. In March 2011, it was announced that Rhys would be playing at Glastonbury 2011.

In 2006 Gruff formed ieie Productions with his partner Catryn Ramasut in to produce film and television projects. Catryn had previously worked for BBC Radio 1, Marmalade Magazine and M and C Saatchi, better known to people of my vintage as the dreadful Saatchi and Saatchi.

You’re in good company Maurice and Charles – the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales!

In 2010, Dylan Goch’s film ‘Separado!’ premiered, a documentary about Gruff Rhys’s trip to Patagonia in search of his forebears who had emigrated in the 19th century. In 2014, Dylan and Gruff co-directed a film about the Welsh explorer John Evans, ‘American Interior’. ‘American Interior’ was a combined project of an album, a film, a book and an app for mobile devices.

In Dec 2015-Jan 2016, Rhys fronted a co-production with National Theatre Wales, ‘The Insatiable, Inflatable Candylion’. The music and lyrics were by Gruff Rhys and the play’s text by Tim Price. The musicians appearing with Rhys were Lisa Jen Brown (who also sang on the original album), Sweet Baboo, Emma Daman Thomas and Kilph Scurlock. The show also included actors Remy Beasley, Matthew Bulgo, Dyfan Dwyfor, Natasha Lewis and Dyfrig Morris.

Lisa Jen Brown is from Bethesda. I don’t know if her family are paedophiles’ friends, but her biography ticks all the right boxes for One Who Is Talented from Gwynedd. She landed a part in the S4C drama ‘Rownd a Rownd’ at 14 years old, because it ‘was just fortunate enough that my drama school, Ysgol Glanaethwy, was right on the doorstep of where they happened to be filming. So when the show’s producers came knocking, my mum, who runs a stage company called Theatr Bara Caws in Caernarfon, told me to go for it’.

I think that mum holds the key here – kids in care didn’t just happen to get enrolled at Ysgol Glanaethwy, on the doorstep of someone who was conveniently filming an S4C drama and in need of the talents of a 14 year old girl who’s mum was part of the cylch.

Lisa had bigger ambitions though – ‘I did keep trying to audition for various London acting schools, but every year I’d get offered another series worth of work on the show’. So she didn’t get any offers from London then and had to carry on slumming it on the ‘Rownd a Rownd’ set in Menai Bridge.

Lisa found a way of getting a nice place in London however: ‘One of my best friends went on to buy a place in Camden and practically demanded I move in with her’. Life’s a bitch though, as Lisa explains: ‘I found trying to make it as an actress up there really hard and would constantly be running back to Wales to do bits and bobs in the theatre or on telly, like voicing kids’ cartoons on S4C’ sighs Lisa. ‘It just seemed to me that the casting directors in London can’t take anyone seriously unless they’ve got a long list of English-speaking credits on their CV. They tend not to take you seriously if your resume is full up with Welsh parts, no matter how good, because they aren’t aware of the high calibre of talent that we have down here.’

Yes the place is brimming over with the indulged children of the local elite with a massive sense of entitlement. Although Lisa’s working life sounds a bit like that of the Viz magazine’s character Luvvie Darling, who spends most of his time ‘resting’ in between doing 20 second voice overs for kiddies TV or adverts, Lisa really scraped the barrel: ‘The absolute lowest point, though, came when I went up for an Immac commercial and all they wanted to do was look at all the actresses’ legs’.

Lisa Jen – Immac is flogged to women on the basis that they will be left with a pair of smooth, shiny, hairless legs, of course they will have been assessing you on your legs, that is the USP for Immac, you don’t need a PhD in theoretical physics to do the Immac commercials.

Jen did however find a fulfilling job eventually: ‘I did enjoy working in Agent Provocateur in Soho because I got to dress up every day in high heels and stockings to sell expensive knickers and bras to the punters’ she says.

Dafydd and Lucille will be proud of her.

During her six years in London, Lisa met her husband Martin Hoyland, the guitarist from 1990s alt-rockers ‘Pusherman’. They have now returned to Gwynedd and live in Lisa’s grandmother’s old cottage at Gerlan, near Bethesda.

Lisa has in the past provided backing vocal sessions for Cerys Matthews.

 

Dyfan Dwyfor is a Welsh actor from Cricieth who now lives in London. He attended Ysgl Eifionydd, Porthmadog and Coleg Meirion Dwyfor before going on to Ysgol Glanaethwy. He graduated from the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama in 2007. Dyfan’s career began when he bagged a part in ‘Rownd a Rownd’ on S4C…

 

On 17 Dec 2011, Gruff Rhys joined the Manic Street Preachers on stage during the ‘A Night of National Treasures’ live event at the O2 Arena in London.

The Manic Street Preachers were also part of the Cool Cymru phenomenon, but although they have performed and played on occasions with Gruff and co, the Manic Street Preachers are from south Wales – Blackwood – and don’t seem to be intimately networked with quite so many paedophiles’ friends as Gruff and his friends from north Wales. Furthermore Richey Edwards, the Manic Street Preacher who disappeared in Feb 1995 and has not been seen since, suffered from many of the very same problems as did those who were left to kill themselves by the Social Services Dept which Gruff’s dad ran.

On 21 April 2016, Gruff Rhys released a new song entitled ‘I Love EU’, a song praising the EU ahead of the June 2016 EU referendum.

 

In July 2015, Gruff received an Honorary Fellowship from Bangor University. Gruff’s cousin, DJ and music promoter Huw Stephens, was also honoured – their mutual grandfather was President of the Students Union at what was then UCNW. Gruff Rhys is also the cousin of musician MC Mabon (Gruff Meredith).

I cannot find any references to the name of the grandfather who was SU President at UCNW, but it will have been Ioan Bowen Rees’s father, who taught at Dolgellau Grammar School. Bronwen Astor, the wife of Bill Astor when the Profumo Affair exploded, went to school in Dolgellau (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor).

Ioan’s grandfather had been a missionary in Ndebeland -now Zimbabwe – where he was placed under the protection of King Lobengula during the 1890s Bantu uprisings.

Ioan Bowen Rees was born in 1929. So his father would probably have been leading the Students Union at UCNW in the early-mid 1920s or thereabouts.

The President of UCNW, 1900-27, was Lord Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, 4th Baron Kenyon, a member of the Conservative Govt’s of Lord Salisbury and Arthur Balfour, then of Lloyd George’s Coalition Gov’t. He was ADC to King George V in 1912.

Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – who was known by the social services to be sexually exploiting boys in care in north Wales and after being caught in the act made a complaint of theft against the boy involved who was then sent to a detention centre – was the grandson of the 4th Baron Kenyon. Thomas, who never faced any action regarding his activities with the boys in care, died of AIDS in 1993. See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ for further details of Thomas.

Lloyd’s son, Thomas’s father, the 5th Baron – also called Lloyd – was a Tory peer and President of UCNW, 1947-82. The 5th Baron was Provincial Grand Master of the North Wales Freemasons, member of the North Wales Police Authority, a leading light in the local NHS bodies and Chairman of Clwyd Area Health Authority, 1974-78, a Flintshire County Councillor, Deputy Lieutenant for Flintshire, ad infinitum. Which places Lord Kenyon at the scene of a great many crimes. A paedophiles’ friend and a paedophiles’ father.

The 5th Baron Kenyon was a Director of Lloyds Bank.

For further details about the Kenyon dynasty and the other paedophiles’ friends who governed UCNW and the University of Wales, please see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

Gruff’s grandfather will have had the dirt on naughtiness in high places reaching back as far as Lloyd George and King George V and no doubt Gruff’s dad did as well.

 

Gruff’s cousin Huw Stephens was born in Cardiff. He is the son of the author and literary journalist Meic Stephens. Huw really did make it big overnight and at a tender age. Huw joined Radio 1 in 1999 at the age of 17 as part of the station’s new regional output, where he hosted the Wales opt-out with Bethan Elfyn. Huw had previously been a DJ on Rookwood Sound Hospital Radio in Llandaff. In 2005, Huw gained a national slot when he became one of the replacements for the late John Peel and Huw has never looked back.

Hospital radio in Llandaff to Radio 1 at the age of 17? That’s pretty impressive. In 1999 as well – just before the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ah, Wales has got talent…

Huw’s dad, Meic Stephens is a Welsh literary editor, journalist, translator and poet. Meic came from Treforest, near Pontypridd. He studied at Aberystwyth and Bangor Universities and at the University of Rennes in Brittany.

From 1962-66, Stephens taught French at Ebbw Vale in Monmouthshire.

In Merthyr Tydfil, Stephens established the Triskel Press and in 1965 he began the periodical, ‘Poetry Wales’. 

Meic Stephens learnt Welsh as an adult and became a member of Cymdeithas yr Iaith Cymraeg and of Plaid. So Meic will be well connected to a great many people who were paedophiles’ friends themselves or who knew that they would be finished by association if the truth regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal ever got out.

From 1967-90, Meic Stephens was literature director of the Welsh Arts Council. Before retiring he was Professor of Welsh Writing in English at the University of Glamorgan. He was also a visiting professor in the English department of Brigham Young University, Utah, US. He has written for the ‘Western Mail’ and writes obituaries of eminent Welsh people for the Indie.

As a member of Cymdeithas, Meic will know all about Meri Huws, who was a colleague of the paedophiles of north Wales in the 1980s when she worked as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services. Meri was a leading light in Cymdeithas in her youth, but being Meri and having fallen out with everyone, she is never mentioned by the Cymdeithas veterans unless it is in a derogatory manner. They loathe her and were livid when she was appointed as Welsh Language Commissioner, alleging that it was yet another job that Meri had bagged by shagging Ministers in the Welsh Gov’t (see post ‘People With Energy’).

 

Another person who knows much of the info that I have posted up on this blog is a former UCNW student who was doing her PhD in the same Dept as me when I was an undergrad – Stel Farrar. Stel will in fact know much more than me, because she had a relationship with one of the lecturers – John Farrar – whilst she was an undergrad and later married him. John Farrar ended up as PVC for Research and was memorably described to me as ‘the second most hated man in Bangor’, after Farrar had experienced a heart attack after a screaming row with the Senior PVC, Professor Fergus Lowe, ‘the most hated man in Bangor’ (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). How the oppressed laughed as these utter bastards who had made so many lives so unbearable for so many years fought like ferrets in a sack.

After the most hated man in Bangor had nearly succeeded in killing the second most hated man in Bangor, Farrar decided that he didn’t want to be a PVC anymore and that he would retire. A polite e mail was sent around the staff explaining that there wouldn’t be a party because ‘John doesn’t want a fuss’ – which was just as well because he wasn’t going to get one – but if anyone would like to leave a donation for a gift, there was a collection being organised. E mails were sent between staff with comments such as (from a lecturer who kept sheep on his small hill farm), ‘well I’ve got a bag of shit that he’s welcome to’.

During the Fungus/Farrar Years of Oppression, Stel bagged herself a job as a Welsh teacher with Meri Huws’s dysfunctional empire, the School of Lifelong Learning. Meri was also a PVC and it was a real laugh because Farrar, Meri and Fungus all hated each other.

Meri’s departure from Bangor University was even better than Farrar’s. There was a party but the arrangements were kept secret lest the event was gatecrashed by well-wishers. I and a friend managed to find out the date of the event and we searched the corridor in Top College which housed the organs of gov’t in the hope of finding Meri pissed and screaming as was her habit after a few drinks, but we were unsuccessful. I was later told that the VC had organised an event to which a small number of trusted people were invited who could be relied upon not to take the piss. The ever polite VC then sent out a message thanking Meri for her ‘unique contribution’ to the University…

He couldn’t be any ruder because it was alleged that Meri was a former bedfellow of Rhodri Morgan who at that time was FM.

There was so much dirt accompanied by so much swearing sent around on the staff e mails about these three PVCs that people began to get worried lest the university authorities had installed a programme to detect terms of abuse relating to the PVCs in staff e mails. Until one Professor reassured everyone with the observation that if such a programme had been installed it would crash from overwork within about five minutes.

 

Stel and John Farrar have a son – Robin. He’s a leading light in Cymdeithas and regularly appears in the media in Wales demanding that Carwyn should show greater commitment to the Welsh language and more importantly should hand over a lot more dosh to Meri et al.

 

Gruff’s fellow Furries band members Dafydd Ieuan and Cian Ciaran run the Cardiff-based label and recording studio Strangetown Records. Dafydd Ieuan released ‘The Golden Mile’ in 2008, with Rhys Ifans on vocals. In 2013, Dafydd Ieuan recorded with Catatonia’s former guitarist Mark Roberts.

Dafydd Ieuan and Cian Ciaran’s dad is Top Doctor Carl Clowes! Carl is well-known in north Wales and has been the subject of a number of controversies regarding some of the good works with which he has been involved, controversies which usually seemed to centre around allegations involving the finances of the projects. Carl Clowes is a community champ, a Welsh language campaigner and an anti-nuclear campaigner.

Dr Carl Clowes is a former public health consultant for Gwynedd and is currently a Board member of Public Health Wales. Public Health Wales is a receptacle for those paedophiles’ friends who have been sacked by everyone else in north Wales but who have so much dirt on their colleagues that no-one can afford to turn them completely loose. Carl is the Board rep for the Third sector, so if anyone wonders who is responsible for ensuring that MIND and Dafydd’s charity CAIS continue to receive millions in taxpayers money, the finger points, partly at least, at Carl.

Carl graduated from Manchester Medical School in the late 1960s. He has said that he particularly loved going to ‘Top of the Pops’ in the converted chapel in Rusholme, which acted as a studio in the early days of the programme.

Now then, now then…

Carl maintains that Manchester ‘remains a city with a human touch’. It was to gay clubs in Manchester that the empowered service users detained under the Mental Health Act in Prestwood Homes were being taken to enable them to meet ‘people like them’. Clients were abused at Prestwood and it was very obviously a people trafficking organisation disguised as a chain of care homes. No-one ever managed to find out who owned the considerable business which was Prestwood, but the manager was an associate of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. See posts ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’ and ‘News Round Up And Crime Report, May 14 2017’ for details of the nightmare that was Prestwood Homes.

After graduation, Carl Clowes worked as a junior doctor in Manchester Royal Infirmary, Stepping Hill Hospital and in Llangwyfan Chest Hospital in North Wales returning to Manchester and postgraduate studies in the Christie Hospital.

Dafydd’s network reached as far as Manchester University (see posts ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ and ‘The Mentor’) as did Dr Tony Francis’s (Dr X’s) network, (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Tony Francis’s wife Sadie worked at Manchester with him – I think that Sadie trained at Manchester.

When Carl Clowes left Manchester he moved to Llanaelhaearn on the Llŷn Peninsula to work in a single-handed GP dispensing practice.

Carl has observed that ‘Whatever one’s talents or interests, medicine offers a unique opportunity for personal development’.

You can even run a pan-European paedophile ring, remain untouchable whilst victims and witnesses are found dead and still the media will spout rubbish about your talents and your compassion and explain that the havoc over which you are presiding will be resolved if only you are given more money. In the event of a police investigation, you can use your influential network to construct your children as musical prodigies.

Carl has said that working on the Llyn ‘proved to be a remarkably profitable period of my life, as I came face-to-face with a community in serious decline and facing all the consequential health problems’. As a single-handed GP working in a dispensing practice – and the only GP for miles around as well – Carl will not only have wielded considerable influence in the area, but will have been able to do whatever he wanted without scrutiny. He will have been able to attribute the ‘serious decline’ in the community and the ‘consequential health problems’ to any reason convenient for him, rather than explain that there was a sex trafficking gang operating in the region which was facilitated by a network of professional people who were also dipping their hands into the till whenever it suited them.

Carl helped set up Cymdeithas y Pentrefwyr (Villagers’ Society) in Llanaelhaearn, where the village school was facing closure as a consequence of severe population decline in the area. This led to Carl ‘Chairing Antur Aelhaearn, the first ‘community cooperative’ in the UK. The villagers became shareholders in their own development ‘trust’, so revitalising the area; inter alia, they built their own workshops, established an Eisteddfod, a community centre and playground and are currently working on a proposal to ensure Llanaelhaearn becomes a ‘green village’. In 2014, Antur celebrated its 40th anniversary. Carl maintains that the rationale was to ‘address some of the area’s need and restore confidence in the population, to great success’.’

 

Well I’m staggered to hear that Carl, because after leaving Bethesda I lived a few miles down the road from Llanaelhaearn for a few years. I loved it out there, it is a beautiful place with mountains and sea. But the local people have bugger all. They have worked very hard to keep that community pub of theirs going and I think that their community shop is still in business as well, but the only person who could ever claim that it is not a community in decline enduring serious disadvantage is a Top Doctor called Carl Clowes who does not live on the limited incomes of people in Llanaelhaearn.

There are at present plans to close yet more rural schools in Gwynedd, because the Council cannot afford to maintain them. If I had children I would want them to attend a small Welsh medium school, at least whilst they were of primary age – many of those schools are very good. But even Dafydd Iwan has now appeared in the Welsh media to support the village schools closure programme – because there is no dosh left. There is no dosh left because for decades the paedophiles’ friends have gobbled and troughed and grossly mismanaged, whilst feathering their own nests and ruthlessly excluding anyone who looked like they might have known what they were doing. They’ve had the lot, there is nothing left. And as Dafydd Iwan sung at every gig he did – ‘Yma O Hyd’ (this translates as ‘We’re Still Here’). Yes that’s the fucking trouble Dafydd, you are still there and so are all the dipsticks who brought north Wales to its knees. The councils are in crisis, there’s no dosh, there’s no services, the NHS has collapsed and no-one will work for it anyway and young people are leaving at an even greater rate than before. Because the whole bloody region is run by the paedophiles’ friends. So who are you going to blame now that crunch point has been reached Dafydd?

Never mind, Gruff and his friends are famous!

 

Another Top Doctor owned a house near Carl’s turf at Llanaelheaern – Tony Francis. He purchased a second home there during the Time Of The Great Panic, in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry.

It was all a bit weird – Tony Francis lived on Anglesey and had just acquired a rather grand place at Dwyran as his main home. The alleged purpose of the cottage at Trefor was for him to stay in whilst he was working down on the Llyn – his duties had been redefined and he was given responsibility for the patients down there. By this time Francis was at complete loggerheads with every one of his colleagues and was very obviously cracking up. He was being treated appallingly by all of them, we witnessed it – he was being blatantly insulted by the other Top Docs and Angels were telling patients that he was ‘mentally ill’. For his part, Francis made efforts to get patients on his side in his battle with his colleagues – ironically, we did support him. We could see how they were treating him and we all hated them because they had abused us for years anyway – but none of us knew what Francis was trying to do to us without our knowledge.

The reality was that the whole bloody lot of them had concealed the paedophile gang and now that Waterhouse was approaching they were turning on each other – and asking the patients whom they had mistreated to save them.

Francis only owned the cottage at Trefor for about 10 minutes. Matters went inexplicably pear shaped and he decided that he wasn’t going to be the consultant for the Llyn after all and he sold his house there.

I am trying to work out why Francis wanted domain over that region as Waterhouse approached. There was a complete can of worms in the Police Station and Magistrates Court at Pwllheli, they were bastions of the paedophiles’ friends and were used to fit people up when all other methods had failed. Francis was also involved in concealing questionable matters at the holiday camp at Pwllheli – it was for years a Butlin’s, but then it changed its name – which received many young working class people from Merseyside every summer, as staff and visitors. Francis’s relocation to the Dwyfor area will definitely have been linked to the Great Cover-Up.

If Carl the Empowerer – who knew Tony Francis – knows what the explanation is, perhaps he could enlighten me.

 

In 1988, Carl convened and subsequently Chaired Fforwm Iaith Genedlaethol (National Language Forum), which brought together 26 Welsh language organisations to campaign for a new Welsh Language Act. In 1991, also as Chair, Carl was responsible for developing the first ever comprehensive strategy for the future of the Welsh language.

The use of Welsh – even in the language stronghold of Gwynedd – has declined since 1988.

Between 1988-90, Carl ‘stepped out of the NHS’ to work with the local authority Cyngor Dwyfor and the endemically corrupt WDA to engineer a socio-economic development strategy for the Llŷn Peninsula.

I got to know some of the local young people from the area, because they were the friends of the children of the person whom I shared a house with. One local young man had serious drug problems and was also dealing to fund his own habit. The other young people were so wary of him that they asked their parents to make excuses so that they could avoid him if he called over to their houses.

There is a village called Clynnog Fawr some eight miles from Llanaelhaearn and between 2002-07, I lived nearby. I used to pop into the pub at Clynnog because the children of my friends worked in there – the pub was staffed virtually entirely by local young people who needed casual work as there was no other employment for them in the area.

The pub served the local population and was fairly quiet but did have a steady trade. Then the pub was purchased by someone who lived in Chester and he decided to go upmarket and aim for a complete different market – foodies and tourists. The man who purchased the pub paid for an advertising campaign on the local radio and much was made of the fact that the pub was under new management and now had aspirations to be a bit posh. A new manageress was installed who imposed a regime of terror and the local young people who worked there found the atmosphere so unpleasant that they began leaving as soon as they could.

When winter arrived, the pub was virtually empty. My friend explained to me that the new manageress ‘has banned all the old alkies and they’re the only customers in the winter’. I used to go in the pub with the old alkies – I’m not sure that they were actually alkies, they were a group of local elderly men who lived nearby, but they definitely weren’t foodies. Then someone else I knew who enrolled for a counselling course at Chester University discovered that one of her fellow students was the owner of the pub. He knew nothing about the socio-economic problems of the area – he didn’t know how badly the manageress was treating staff either – and didn’t realise that most of the local people didn’t have enough money to dine in style regularly, so once the tourists had gone home there would be no customers with foodie desires.

Whilst I lived near Clynnog a few other memorable things happened in Carl Clowes’s empowered community. A man who used a wheelchair and who had mental health problems was imprisoned for a murderous attack on his elderly mother, after the Top Docs at the Hergest Unit refused to admit him on the grounds that he was ‘dangerous’ and should be prosecuted. The murderous attack consisted of the man – who had a long standing depressive illness – waving a pair of garden shears at his mother and saying that he wished that he could kill both of them. He then dropped the shears, started crying and his mum rang the doctor. It was the biggest mistake she made. After her middle-aged depressed son was imprisoned, the prison admitted that it did not have the facilities for a man with such severe physical disabilities and also stated that he should be in a mental health unit anyway, such were his problems.

Then another even sadder event happened. One of the young men I knew who had worked in the pub died in freak accident, which wasn’t the fault of anyone. His mum had been raped when she was young and had taken to drink. She had not been offered any help from the mental health services at any time. She managed to remain in work and for a while worked in Morrison’s supermarket. This lady was also epileptic and when Morrison’s found out, she was harassed by the management until she left her job. She ended up living in B&B accommodation for the homeless in Caernarfon – accommodation which was owned by two people who worked in the Housing Dept at Gwynedd County Council who were making a bomb by charging nearly £1000/week for the substandard accommodation. Which was paid for by Gwynedd County Council…

There was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council who lived near Clynnog. She told someone I know that she avoided going into the Post Office at Clynnog because the trouble was that she would bump into her clients if she went in there and she really didn’t want to have to speak to them. That particular problem resolved itself when the Post Office closed down.

 

People often laugh at Brown and me and ask us how we discover so much of this sort of thing. The answer is simple. We have been/are friends with so many who have been crapped upon that we know what is really happening to them, so we don’t rely on media interviews given by the paedophiles’ friends for our information regarding ‘the community’. Furthermore, throughout my many years in north Wales, it was an assorted collection of hippies, mental health patients and friendly neighbours who were small businessmen or farmers who were the main source of help for me as the paedophiles’ friends did everything possible to see me destitute and in prison. Sadly a number of those who helped me then came under fire from the paedophiles’ friends and found themselves accused of child abuse or were inexplicably denied NHS treatment for serious medical conditions.

 

 

After empowering everyone in the Clynnog/Llanaelhaearn area, Carl Clowes returned to Powys and become Medical Director – he was previously Director of Planning and a Public Health Consultant in Powys –  then retired early in 2000 to ‘follow two projects’ that he’d led in the 1970s and 1980s.

In recent weeks it has been admitted that the children’s services in Powys have been riddled with problems for years and are now no longer functioning. Neither does Powys have a functioning mental health service or indeed many other basic health and social care services. Machynlleth has a vibrant community group who are real stars and they are doing just about everything that in previous years was the job of the NHS or social services. They are also providing food and legal advice for people who have been left destitute after their benefits have been stopped, sometimes unlawfully. Sadly that group are not legally allowed to prescribe opiates for pain relief or carry out root canal treatment – I suspect that if they were, they’d probably do a better job than a hissy fitting member of the BMA.

 

The first project that Carl became involved with was Nant Gwrtheyrn, a language centre that was part of a wider scheme to develop a former quarrying village in order to improve employment opportunities for the locals. Carl lists Nant Gwrtheyrn as one of his greatest achievements. Carl stated that ‘Some 30,000 people have gained from courses at the centre and, at the last count, some 27 countries were represented in the ‘mix’ of origin of the attendees’.

That is probably true, Nant Gwrtheyrn is a great place if you want to go on a residential Welsh course or want a coffee in the cafe before you walk along the cliff to look at the wild goats and ravens. But Carl knows as well as I do that Nant Gwrtheyrn has done bugger all for people living on its doorstep. It is a visitor attraction for tourists or people with enough dosh and leisure time to hang out down there.

The ’employment opportunities’ are low paid jobs – that may only exist during the summer months – staffing the cafe, cleaning the houses etc. Carl boasts that Nant Gwrtheyrn has provided 30 jobs and is the major employer in the area. Which simply demonstrates how dire the employment opportunities are in that part of Gwynedd. Furthermore Nant Gwrtheyrn is at the bottom of a massively steep valley, miles away from anywhere with no public transport. So the folk in those poorly paid part-time jobs will need their own transport to get to work. For those who have got transport, the cost of keeping the car on the road to enable them to get to their jobs in the cafe or doing the cleaning will erode their part-time earnings.

I am very familiar with life in that part of the world and the everyday story of local folk is of people who are spending money keeping old bangers going so they can drive over to clean the holiday cottages for a few hours on two or three days per week because there is no other work for many miles. In the summer there is a bonanza when Hafan y Mor, a holiday park near Pwllheli, opens for business and the caravans and chalets need doing, so everyone heads for the ’employment opportunities’ there. That is not a bed of roses though – Hafan y Mor is a totalitarian regime.

One of my friends used to work at Hafan y Mor and related the tale of the elderly man who used to do the gardens there, who, after working his knackers off all morning, sat on a bench to have a drink from his flask. At the time Hafan y Mor had been booked by a ‘community group’ providing cheap holidays for the disadvantaged and one of the guests saw the gardener on the bench and asked him to do something for her. The gardener said – but not rudely – that he was just on his break but would get onto it as soon as he’d finished. The guest reported him to the management – I was told that Hafan y Mor was plastered in notices encouraging the guests to complain if they were less than 100% satisfied with the service – and the gardener was given a formal warning.

My friend neatly summed it up with the comment ‘a service user on a cheap holiday nearly got him the sack’.

Hafan y Mor are in a position to sack people for trivial reasons because the locals are desperate for work, so matter how bum their deal, that there’ll always be someone else coming along…

Carl Clowes was never in danger of losing his job as the result of a complaint from a service user.

Carl’s second project was Dolen Cymru, which acted as a link between Wales and Lesotho in Africa to ‘facilitate educational, health, religious and cultural people exchanges between the two countries’. Carl Chaired Dolen Cymru from its outset in 1985 and is Honorary Consul for Lesotho in Wales. Carl has explained that ‘At a personal level, this engagement with sub-Saharan Africa opened up many opportunities for me and, also, health colleagues who have spent time in the country… The challenges of working with minimal resources, few trained staff and enormous clinical problems has helped focus the mind of many a clinician involved in the country.’ Carl continues to visit Lesotho annually.

In 2009, King Letsie III made Carl Clowes a Member of the Most Loyal Order of Ramatseatsana for his work in developing the Dolen Cymru link.

No doubt Dolen Cymru was established with the best will in the world, but as with so many things, the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends have colonised it and caused havoc. There have been internal rows and allegations of dishonesty and financial mismanagement – Dr Graham Thomas, a former Hergest Unit doctor who was a neighbour of mine, seemed to be at the centre of the discord. Graham is a leading light in the BMA.

People keep asking me if any of the Top Docs have contacted me with regard to this blog. Only one has- Graham Thomas. Who accused me of libelling him. Graham’s comment and my responses, as well as the responses of other readers, can be read in the comments column with follows my post ‘Correction and Apology’. I did invite Graham to expand on his accusation but I heard no more. Just to clarify, I have never accused Graham of the sort of abuse or negligence which I witnessed on the part of so many of his colleagues, I only ever heard that Graham was a good consientious doctor in terms of his conduct at work – but Graham most certainly knows about the misconduct and criminality of his colleagues and he has kept schtum.

 

One service that is provided by Dolen Cymru is excellent PR for the paedophiles’ friends working in the Wales NHS.

 

Carl Clowes gave an interview in which he told young people that if opportunities ‘don’t arise, create them!’. They don’t all have a hot line to the WDA like you Carl, those working at Hafan y Mor are not going to be given a few million to develop a nice but minority interest tourist attraction – they’ll be the people who are paid the minimum wage throughout the summer months to serve the coffees and do the cleaning….

Carl maintains that ‘Doors seem to have a habit of opening or closing, as the case may be!’ Interestingly enough Carl, if you blow the whistle on a sex trafficking ring or you help someone who has, a lot of doors seem to slam shut very firmly and very quickly. Including the cell door behind you in Walton Prison or Broadmoor.

Regarding the NHS in Wales, Carl’s pearls include – ‘One of the biggest challenges in Wales is to make sure we know what impacts on the public’s health and work to get those factors right’.

In 2012, Carl was given an OBE for his work ‘in the community in Anglesey. He has also been honoured by the National Eisteddfod and is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards – as are a number of Dafydd’s and Lucille’s associates. In 2014 Carl was awarded the Alumni Medal for Social Responsibility by the University of Manchester.

 Carl has contributed to the BMA Cymru Wales Community Blog. He explained that as a result of the decline of the community in which he worked as a GP,’a high prevalence of hypertension, diabetes and depression followed and in an attempt to address this, I successfully led the development of the first community cooperative in the UK, Antur Aelhaearn’.

I have seen no evidence that Antur Aelhaearn has made any difference to the rates of hypertension, diabetes and depression in the community, no matter what other benefits the project may have conferred. Carl believes that it ‘is that with an empowered community, individuals are also empowered and these wider determinants can have a lasting impact on important health indices’.

I invite readers to pop up and have a look at Llanaelhaearn. There isn’t a great deal of empowerment going on. There are decent people doing their best in a region in which they and their children have been priced out of the housing market, because no-one can buy a house from their earnings at Nant Gwertheryn. Indeed it is getting very difficult for people in that position to even rent somewhere. Carl and his children will not face the same problems, although one of Carl’s famous sons did mention that he left Anglesey because there were no opportunities for him there. Presumably Carl’s son did not relocate to the Llyn to clean the cottages at Nant Gwertheryn. As with so many of the brainwaves that emanate from the paedophiles’ friends, those are the jobs that other people’s children do.

Carl has also been involved in international public health projects, including the NGO Medical Emergency Relief International’s (MERLIN) Tuberculosis programme in Tomsk, Siberia, an HIV programme in Mizoram, India and the restructuring of primary care services in Cambodia with French children’s charity ‘Enfants et Dévelopment’.

 

Following Carl’s contribution to the BMA blog, ‘Anonymous’ commented: ‘An excellent summary of a rewarding, selfless and committed professional life. An inspirational dedication to empower communities and individuals and to tackle health inequities in disadvantaged population.’ Anonymous doesn’t live in Carl’s empowered community then…

 

A few days ago the Daily Post Online ran a story about an employee of the DWP in Caernarfon Job Centre who has won a case of disability discrimination against the DWP, after evidence was produced of truly dreadful conduct on the part of the managers of Caernarfon Job Centre. Which will not surprise anyone with knowledge of how Caernarfon Job Centre has conducted business for years.

There is a man who a few years ago was employed by Caernarfon Job Centre – and might well still be – who could a few tales about the paedophiles’ friends. The security man there, Dewi. Dewi is a sort of hired thug who is as rude and intimidating as possible to the clients of Caernarfon Job Centre. It must be a retirement job because Dewi will be past 65 now. I remember Dewi really well from his days as a younger hired thug. Dewi used to be the security man in the Students Union when I was a student. I heard a great many anecdotes about Dewi and his enjoyment of using uncalled for excessive force against the male students. I didn’t expect to ever have a confrontation with Dewi myself, because I was female and didn’t tend to frequent the boozing sessions in the SU – Dewi usually targeted boys who had been in the bar, so that he could use the excuse of drunken students for his excessive force.

However I did encounter Dewi. After I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist, it was Dewi who was called upon to throw me out of the SU building – and unlawfully grab my bag and chuck it outside – repeatedly. Dewi was a personal friend of the nurse employed by the Student Health Centre, Liz Stables – Liz was a mate of Dafydd’s.

Dewi used to live on the Maesgeirchan estate, just outside of Bangor. Which was the location of Ty’r Felin, the children’s home where the kids were abused and trafficked for sex work, to Dolphin Square as well as to other places (see post ‘Are You Local?’).

As a hired thug who socialised with other thugs and friends of Dafydd, Dewi will have known a great deal about the paedophile gang whom he was assisting.

If the police want to have a word with Dewi, he’s the one in Caernarfon Job Centre who’s quite short and muscular with a 1970s walrus moustache and a lot of gold jewellery. Who looks like an ageing henchman for serious criminals.