Sleeping With The Fishes

I’ve received e mails over the past week containing a few gems of information and leads for me to follow up. I can’t publish everything that I’ve received because some of the information could lead to the identification of my informants if it appears on this blog so I’m using that info for correlation purposes, but there is info that I can publish without compromising my informants.

I have been told by someone who describes themselves as a ‘lapsed Quaker’ that Dame Judi Dench joined the Quakers quite late in life. Regular readers will know that I have featured Judi here because she is the Patron of the St James’s Singers, a rather upmarket choir to which Professor Robert Bluglass and his wife belong. Since I named Bluglass as being one of those who concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles – Bluglass also concealed serious crimes at Ashworth Hospital and on his own patch in Birmingham – Judi has made a great many media appearances for one who is losing her sight and had stepped out of the limelight. My correspondent has told me that from what they understand about the Quakers, Judi should have consulted the Elders in the light of what she now knows about Bluglass. I have been asked if I know of any abuse occurring within the Quakers.

I am not aware of any examples of Quakers personally abusing people, but I do know that one of the Quakers in Bangor, Dr Paul Nickson, was a GP in Bethesda who knew about children and psych patients being abused and that he also failed to respond to a report of child abuse. I do not know if the other Quakers were aware of what Paul Nickson was concealing, but after Paul Nickson left north Wales – he relocated to a practice in Liverpool some years ago – I found out about two worrying events involving Quakers.

One of the key targets of the paedophiles’ friends from north Wales who was a good friend of mine acquired a girlfriend who lived in Cumbria. My friend was experiencing so much grief at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends that he spent much of his time in Cumbria. He experienced an episode of quite severe mental distress up there a few summers ago and had a very bad experience with a Top Doctor who was a neighbour of his girlfriend. The Top Doctor threatened him with violence – I know of such cases in north Wales, it is not as unusual as people might think. My friend’s partner – who is well-known and well-liked in that part of Cumbria – called the police and of course the Top Doctor lied, used his status as a Top Doctor to influence the police and it was my friend who was arrested.

Now so far, this anecdote could be an Everyday Story Of Service User Folk. However there was more. The charges against my friend were dropped and it seemed that the Top Doctor then used his network of influence to harass and intimidate my friend and his partner for many months. What was particularly surprising was that the Top Doctor concerned was a Quaker and well-known among Quakers in Cumbria. My friend – like me – had always had quite a high opinion of the Quakers and was horrified to find out that the network was being used in this way.

I was still in north Wales when all this happened and my friend would periodically pop back from Cumbria and give me updates. I did a bit of googling to see what I could find out about this GP in Cumbria. I didn’t find anything about him online, but I did find a big article in a Quakers newsletter – written by one Dr Dafydd Alun Jones.

Dafydd loves religious congregations, he really, really loves them. For decades in north Wales he has made appearances at Church of Wales gatherings, at the Welsh Baptists Union and he is very well networked among the Welsh Methodist churches. He regularly addresses such audiences about the problems of drugs and mental illness. I have friends who are Anglicans, Baptists and Methodists so I know that not everyone has been duped, but some of my friends who hold office in various churches have told me that predators target congregations to access vulnerable people and it is a big problem. Churches are now supposed to have safeguarding officers – one of my friends holds this role in her Methodist Church – and their training is rigorous if it is done properly.

Why are we not surprised that Dafydd is breaking into new circles – the Quakers – now that people are so well aware of his previous?

I was never given any evidence that my friend’s terrible experiences with Quakers in Cumbria were related to Dafydd’s activities, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they were. Like me, my friend goes back a long way in north Wales, he witnessed a lot, he knows names, he remembers suspicious deaths and he was framed, ended up in Walton Prison and then in one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’. Dafydd is part of an organised criminal network – if I couldn’t escape their reach in Leicester and London 25 years ago, who knows how far Dafydd’s tentacles stretch now?

If Dafydd’s gang don’t manage to isolate people by spreading vicious lies about them, people will find that if they employ or befriend someone who is being targeted by the gang, or if they rent a house to them or do business with them, they will receive a visit from the boys who will frighten the living daylights out of them. I was told that this was happening by some of those who received a visit – people who had been friends with me or employed me were in tears as they told me that they had no problem with me but now they were very frightened…

 

Another e mail that I have received dealt with similar matters. It was from someone who some years ago was an undergrad and then a postgraduate student at the School of Psychology in Bangor University and who had a terrible time whilst he was there. I have received a detailed account of his experiences and the names of those involved and it is all very familiar. The person who wrote to me cannot understand why he was targeted, his theory is that there is something dreadfully wrong with Bangor University. His experiences have all the hallmarks of one who has fallen foul of the paedophiles’ friends. He may well have known about or witnessed something that he does not realise the significance of.

I was told how constant rumours – often contradicting each other – were spread around about him. For example that he was gay. Then that he was homophobic. Then that he was a ruthless sexual exploiter of women. Then that he was so dysfunctional that he had no friendships or relationships at all. Then that he was not ‘loving enough’ because he didn’t sleep around. He told me that tutors in the School of Psychology shunned him, that staff people in shops reacted negatively, that other students refused to have anything to do with him. Anyone who has not had the Paedophiles’ Friends Experience in north Wales might read such an account and believe that it was the belief system of a very anxious or paranoid person. It won’t be. This sort of thing happened to me and to other people whom I knew. A vicious whispering campaign, carefully planned and dripped into the ears of selected people who are known to be sensitive to the allegations being made.

Yes, the allegations will have been contradictory and ludicrous. I was variously a man-eater, a bisexual swinger, a lesbian and a sad lonely old cow who had no friends. The basis of such allegations was my refusal to enter into discussions with the disgusting Dafydd et al re matters sex so the imaginations of Dafydd et al ran riot.

Every time that a court case collapsed against me, apologists for the paedophiles’ friends would give me various reasons as to why the perjurers had been so ‘frightened’ of me that they had lied to the police. Some of the reasons given were: that I was wearing hiking boots; that I was carrying a rucksack; that I was wearing an Afghan hat; that I was wearing Doc Martens; that I had a loud voice; that I  had not said anything for a couple of hours; that I smiled at someone and walked away; that I waved at someone from a distance; that I laughed at someone; that I looked at someone but I didn’t say anything; that I was carrying a rolled up newspaper; that I had pink hair.

The only running theme that I could identify was that a bunch of completely mad people who were running a paedophile gang wanted to imprison me and would make up any old bollocks to try and make that happen. I could have spent my entire life dressed from head to toe in the most boring outfit from Next and sported a Lady Di hairstyle and those factors too would have been written down in triplicate and used as evidence as to why I was going to murder someone imminently.

 

The problems at Bangor University are rooted in the fact that until not so long ago the entire institution was run by Dafydd and the paedophiles. Not everyone at Bangor is Of Them – there are some really great people there, but an awful lot of people are on tenterhooks because they know people who have been ruined by the paedophiles’ friends. It had the effect of making a lot of people frightened of their own shadows. Neither are the culprits always those in the most senior positions – I watched really quite junior staff behaving appallingly towards senior staff and those senior people would not say a word for fear of a ‘bullying’ allegation. The University appointed a number of Harassment and Bullying Officers. One of the best ones, a senior lecturer, resigned on principle. The reason? She was being bullied by Prof Fergus Lowe – the toxic psychologist who built his empire on his knowledge of the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles – and Fungus’s mate Professor Lew Hardy.

The HR Dept was run by  Fungus’s minion, the monstrous Lyn Meadows, a reject from the Welsh Ambulance Service. Meadows was a vindictive liar who systematically aligned herself with the paedophiles’ friends – she is now a member of the Betsi Board.

One could see clearly that the biggest problems at Bangor University were among those groups of staff whose history was as people who had facilitated the paedophile gang – the social work tutors, the teacher trainers, the psychologists and the nursing tutors. Not all of them were involved, some of them were definitely trying to uphold standards and good practice but the ones doing that very obviously had to distance themselves from everyone else.

Those we know and love also enjoyed co-ordinating sabotage attempts if there was any indication that there might be an attempt to raise the Titanic. The School of Healthcare Sciences was run by Ruhi Behi, a former North Wales Hospital Denbigh nurse, so no wonder there was trouble there. Again and again new staff were appointed at the School of Healthcare Sciences in a vain attempt to ‘change the culture’. Again and again they were blown out of the water by Dafydd’s old servants. For years, the most conscientious student nurses dutifully reported patient neglect and abuse if they witnessed it, only to find themselves then bullied out of the School.

I witnessed a bizarre spectacle at the School of Education. The newly appointed VC sent an e mail around to say that he was coming to address the crowds and there would be tea and buns afterwards. I thought great, I’ll go. Before the big day, a curious e mail was sent to every member of the School by one of the teacher trainers explaining that there were ‘concerns’ about ‘what the appointment of the new VC means for us’, so everyone was invited to a meeting to a discuss a plan. Well not everyone – the research staff were barred from entry. The invitation was for the teacher trainers only. When the day of the VC’s lecture followed by tea n buns arrived, I was gobsmacked when, at 3-30 pm on the dot, the alarms on the watches of every teacher trainer in the audience went off loudly and the whole lot of them stood up in unison and walked out of the room. Halfway through the VC’s lecture. There were about four people left – me, my PhD supervisor, one Research Professor and the Head of School. So we had a great time with the buns, but all I could think was ‘how fucking rude, if I was the VC I would issue redundancy notices next week and shut the fucking School down’.

Those who walked out had spent glorious years working in local schools whilst the paedophile ring enjoyed themselves and then they bagged jobs as teacher trainers in Bangor.

The School of Education at Bangor University contained many members of staff who had worked at the Bangor Normal College, the teacher training institution which had previously merged with the University. My post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ details the stitching up of a Hergest patient, F – who had knowledge of serious wrongdoing – and the death of a witness. Dafydd Orwig was one of those involved in the fit up – Orwig was a retired lecturer from Bangor Normal College and a Gwynedd County Councillor.

 

There were a number of scenes such as that of the mass rudeness of the teacher trainers of the School of Education and the message was always the same – we’re the paedophiles’ friends, we call the shots and we will bring down anyone who challenges us.

 

I have purchased a book online – at a very low price I stress – written by some of the paedophiles’ friends who have featured on this blog. The book was published in 1994, so I expect that it was written sometime between 1991-93 – the people who wrote it are not known for their speed and productivity. So the idea for this book probably arose just at the time that the North Wales Police launched their first investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales. Now why would the paedophiles’ friends have had an overwhelming urge to write the tome ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ just at that time? The book was produced by CCETSW (Central Council for Education and Training in Social Work), published by the University of Wales Press and is a companion volume to a work on anti-oppressive practice no less. Yes, the paedophiles’ colleagues and friends were keen on the notion of anti-oppressive practice.

The editors of ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ are Rhian Huws Williams, Hywel Williams and Elaine Davies.

Rhian Huws Williams is a former star of this blog. She trained as a social worker at UCNW (Bangor University) in the 1970s when UCNW was completely under the control of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Rhian has spent her whole career in the bosom of the paedophiles. After graduating from UCNW, she did a Master’s degree at Aston University which was an essential requirement for paedophiles’ friends of Rhian’s generation and she then spent many years working among the paedophiles and their colleagues at progressively higher levels.

In 2001 Rhian was appointed CEO of the Care Council for Wales. That was the body entirely composed of paedophiles’ colleagues and friends which was going to transform social work in Wales post-Waterhouse. Rhian remained in that post until 2016.

In Oct 2010, Rhian was appointed as a member of the Independent Commission on Social Services for the Welsh Gov’t. So Rhian is the Welsh Gov’ts idea of ‘independent’. Rhian was appointed by the Minister for Health and Social Care – which will have been Edwina Hart.

Edwina, no wonder your attempts at dealing with the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales didn’t get very far if you appointed Rhian to your ‘Independent’ Commission. But then Edwina was deeply compromised by all those years in the trade unions. Everyone had everyone else over a barrel and they all knew about the bodies out at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

Latterly Rhian has been involved with Welsh language education for adults.

Rhian is a Trustee of the ‘Living Room’ – that’s a Dafydd-venture in Cardiff, associated with CAIS.

Rhian Huws Williams – the woman who epitomises the rot in social work in Wales.

 

Rhian’s co-editor of ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’, Hywel Williams, is of course the MP for Caernarfon. Hywel is the former Director of Social Work at Bangor University and before that he was a psychiatric social worker in north Wales. Hywel has a track record of being very rude to the service users who he is of course keen to empower. The other co-editor of ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ was Elaine Davies. I don’t know Elaine Davies, but she is a Welsh language specialist in the field of health and social care.

The people who wrote contributing chapters include Gwilym Prys Davies, Delyth Morris and Glyn Williams.

Gwilym Prys Davies – Lord Prys-Davies – was one of the best friends that Gwynne, Dafydd and the paedophiles had. A bent lawyer who trained at Aberystwyth, Lord Prys-Davies was a member of the Welsh Hospitals’ Board – as a result of his interest in ‘the welfare of the elderly and mentally ill’ – when Gwynne was lobotomising women who said yes or indeed no to sex with the wrong people and while Dafydd subjected gay men to ‘aversion therapy’ whilst running a paedophile gang which targeted young boys. Prys-Davies was Chairman of the Welsh Hospitals’ Board from 1968 until 1974, when the Board’s responsibilities were taken over by the Welsh Office. When paedophiles’ friend Lord John Morris was appointed Secretary of State for Wales in 1974, Lord Prys-Davies became his special advisor. So guess who continued to conceal the abuses of Gwynne, Dafydd and the paedophiles?

Prys-Davies left John Morris’s staff in 1978 to spend four years on Ecosoc, the European Community’s social and economic committee.

After he was elevated to the Lords in 1982, Lord Prys-Davies was Opposition frontbench spokesman for Health, 1983-87; for N Ireland, 1982-93; and for the Welsh Office, 1987-97. Throughout it all he uttered not one word of explanation for the dead bodies of former kids in care and psych patients that turned up so often in north Wales.

Prys-Davies was, at various times, President of the University of Wales, Swansea and the Honourable Society of Cymmorodorion; Vice President of Coleg Harlech; and Welsh Chairman of the National Playing Fields Association.

Prys-Davies was one of the paedophiles’ friends who sat on the Home Office/Welsh Office working party concerning the establishment of a fourth Welsh language television channel and who twisted old Thatcher’s arm whilst her friend Sir Peter Morrison molested kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere. A mutually convenient arrangement – you get S4C and you bloody well silence all those complaints up in north Wales…

Prys-Davies joined Plaid as a young man but left in 1949 and joined Labour. He was one of the founders of the Welsh Socialist Republican Movement, a Welsh socialist alternative to Plaid which produced pamphlets and the newspaper ‘Y Faner Goch’ (The Red Flag). The comrade continued to maintain  his silence about Peter Morrison and the bodies out at Denbigh.

Prys-Davies was one of the presenters of the BBC Welsh language programme ‘Cenedl Holt’.

Before he went into politics, Prys-Davies was a solicitor in Pontypridd. He knew that George Thomas was a child molester (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

Paedophiles’ colleague Dr Delyth Morris aka Duckula wrote a chapter in ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ with her mentor, the much loathed paedophiles’ friend Glyn Williams (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

The timing of the writing of that book and the people involved speaks volumes.

 

During those years in which ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ was being written and published, the School of Psychology in Bangor University underwent great expansion as Fergus Lowe netted huge amounts of funding from Unilever and other organisations. The Fergus who also knew how many people were concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales and those bodies at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

There is a chapter in ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ written by Wynford Bellin, a social psychologist based in Cardiff.

 

Well suckers, I’ll be interested to hear your explanation for a number of incidents in the School of Psychology that I have been told happened between 2000-10. Here’s an extract from one of the e mails that I have received:

‘I only vaguely knew Fergus Lowe: He appeared only once to give a lecture during my time as a student. However, I had heard he was not a nice person. I had a friend who had tried to tell him of being bullied but got very short shrift. I also had another friend studying a PhD who said Fergus was over competitive because during staff football matches he would regularly kick all of the opposing team in the shins. It is interesting to read of Ed Ingram. Ed would write books for publication that publishers wouldn’t accept. One of these was an illustrated children’s story which featured a young girl losing all of her clothes. The same PhD student friend saw the book and said it was bizarre and that no publisher would ever go near it. Ed Ingram was given some protection by Alun Waddon, who I think had been a lecturer in the Psychology department since before Fergus Lowe arrived. Waddon would make strange sexual comments during lectures. For instance, during one lecture he made oddly lewd comments about the sexual behaviour of students at halls of residence. Then at another lecture he explained to a lecture hall of mostly young women that he would do odd jobs around the house or in the garden in exchange for sex with his wife. The students were very disapproving. Comments like this seemed fairly regular but were not really an issue. Then in his final year before retirement at the end of 2002, he delivered a lecture on child abuse, at the end of which he told a lecture theatre of about 85 students that they could all go downstairs into the computer lab and look at images of the sexual abuse of children on the internet. This is not an exaggeration or distortion. I witnessed all of these events and know that they occurred as I am describing them. The students were in shock but Waddon seemed unconcerned. I am still incredulous that this ever happened. I just cannot get my head around what he was thinking to make this seem like a good idea. He must have known this sort of behaviour was illegal. Alun Waddon took early retirement in summer 2003. The story that I heard was that his wife, a clinical psychologist, found that he was having an affair with a student and gave him an ultimatum of retiring or she would leave him. After what happened to me I am wary of believing any stories circulating in Bangor and am prepared to keep an open mind. However, the story does seem consistent with his behaviour. Waddon died from cancer around the end of 2008 and the university then named a lecture theatre after him: The same lecture theatre where he had told students they could look at images of the sexual abuse of children.’

 

Ed Ingram has featured on this blog before – he lived in Bethesda and was known even among the hippies as ‘Filthy Ed’, because he was, literally physically filthy (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah – He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). Ed spent most of his life completely out of his brain on recreational chemicals and was married to a long suffering woman called Jane, who had starred in hard core porn films. Jane was actually a very nice person and most of Bethesda felt very sorry for her – she died of cancer when not that old a few years ago. I witnessed Ed herding schoolgirls – young schoolgirls as well, not 15 or 16 year olds – into taxis in Bangor and driving off with them.

Ed was notorious but like the Anglesey heroin addict described in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’, he faced no challenges at all despite his very obvious unacceptable conduct. Fergus employed him as a statistics tutor for the psychology students for years despite many concerns raised about Ed being let loose on 18 year old undergrads. Even years after Ed was no longer employed by the University he could be seen in the library, going in and out of lecture theatres etc. In the end Ed went very conspicuously mad – he was also obviously suffering from quite serious malnutrition and lived out of bin liners. But still he’d be sitting in the University library and not a word was said. He died some years ago but I don’t know the circumstances.

I think that the Hergest Unit were aware of Ed Ingram – if only because he spent many evenings at the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda along with Dr Bob Tresman, a psychiatrist who worked at Hergest. The landlord of the Douglas, Geoff, was a magistrate who was friendly with a number of bent coppers (see post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’).

 

Alun Waddon was for a long while the admissions tutor for the School of Psychology. Alun Waddon was also the warden for Neuadd Rathbone, the then girls’ hall of residence. A well-known psychiatric patient called Trevor Tunstall – another target of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘There’s Going To Be A Hog Roast…’) – who was friends with many of the students, was constantly thrown out of Rathbone by Waddon when the students invited Trevor to go up and see them. Trevor used to tell me that Waddon was a mate of Dafydd’s and was harassing him. To my regret I didn’t ask more – I had no idea when Trevor used to grumble about Waddon’s alleged activities that there was a link between Dafydd and Waddon.

The School of Psychology employed Prof Mark Williams, the man behind the Mindfulness research fraud (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’); Dr Neil Cheshire; Prof Bob Woods; Prof Richard Bentall; Dr Mike Jackson; Dr Peter Higson; Bruce Napier. They have all been involved with ‘treating’ mental health patients in north Wales. Mark Williams and Richard Bentall are very big names internationally and Peter Higson is the Chair of the Betsi. They all knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang.

Perhaps one of them could tell me more about Waddon’s generous offer to students to view child abuse images…

There was another big name who made his reputation at the School of Psychology in Bangor – the dyslexia expert Prof Tim Miles. A lot of people really liked Prof Miles – indeed I liked Prof Miles, he had a lovely manner – but after Prof Miles died, I found out that Prof Miles carried out his groundbreaking work re dyslexia among special needs children on Anglesey. They were some of the children who were abused by the paedophile gang. Tim must have at least suspected what was happening to some of those kids – his colleague Anne Cook must have had some idea as well.

‘We didn’t know.’ You did, you absolutely did. You might not have all known the extent of it or the details, but you all knew that terrible things were happening to some young people. Because it was ignored, by the late 1980s it had snowballed into serious organised crime with international links and grasses were being found dead. Which was when people simply became far too frightened to speak out.

Of course there was one thing about Dafydd that some local people knew about and remarked upon – his links with the IRA. When I was first told about this, I didn’t believe it. Years later I found out that it was indeed true (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’).

 

I know that I am very rude about the Mafia of Drips who have feathered the nests of themselves and their families by colluding with Dafydd and the gang, but in terms of the normal, decent people who just wanted to live quietly, get on with their jobs and enjoy family life, yes I can see why they didn’t take on a gang of paedophiles with links to gangsters and the IRA…

Backed up by Thatcher’s Gov’t and the whole of the legal and medical establishment.

 

Previous posts have mentioned that back in the 1980s, the Student Health Centre at UCNW (Bangor University) was staffed by Dafydd’s mates who were actively assisting the sex trafficking ring. My posts ‘Disability Support’ and ‘Just A Language Divide?’ described how all branches of ‘student support’ at Bangor for decades have been run by the paedophiles’ friends. I mentioned that whilst in north Wales there is an abusive mental health service that flatly refuses to treat many people, an organisation called Medra provides free counselling sessions for staff of Bangor University and the public services (see post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’) in north Wales. Bangor University also has a counselling service for students – many students use it because the mental health services are so crap.

However, those targeted by the paedophiles’ friends were also refused assistance from the counselling service. I tried the counselling service when I was doing teacher training and explained to them that I was now being refused all mental health services, despite the best efforts of my lawyers. I had a very odd experience with the counsellor, a woman called Linda. The minute I that mentioned the Hergest Unit, she told me that I could not use her service because I was a client of the mental health services. I repeated that I was not, I had been unlawfully refused treatment. Linda gave a patronising smile and told me that she could not give me a ‘service’.

I now have a copy of a letter that Linda wrote to Dr Sadie Francis – without informing me – the day after that I went to see Linda. Linda told Sadie that I had been to see her and she understood that Sadie knew me. Linda then wrote that it would be good ‘to do lunch’ with Sadie to ‘catch up’. I’d love to know what the ladies who lunched discussed when they did catch up…

But then Linda was doing some strange things in that counselling room. I knew another student who went to see Linda and found Linda profoundly unhelpful. This student had been sexually abused when she was 12 years old by James Wharram, who offered ‘work experience’ to numerous school kids at his dolphin centre in the West Country. She told me that Wharram was abusing ALL the girls who went to stay there. She told me that after she confided in Linda, Linda made her feel so uncomfortable that she did not go back for another appointment.

I had heard of James Wharram years before. One of my friends went down to work at his dolphin sanctuary just after she graduated from Bangor in marine biology in 1984. He sexually harassed her and she made a complaint to another member of Wharram’s empire. They told her that the problem had been resolved. Interestingly enough, when Wharram was confronted he told them that he had ’emotional problems’ and that my friend had ‘exploited them’.

Linda – my friend was 21 when she was bothered by James Wharram, but your client was 12 when Wharram molested her. He molested hundreds of kids over a period of years. What did you do after you found out about it? Send a letter to him asking him if he could do lunch with you?

I can only imagine how many accounts of criminality and abuse that Linda listened to before she closed down the conversation and made sure that the witness did not return.

By the way Linda, James Wharram is still alive and is now based in Cornwall. Look at his website – he offers sailing adventures in catamarans and explains that he ‘is a legend’. Well I certainly never forgot hearing about him. James’s website bangs on about his adventures in Polynesia. He used accounts of those adventures to excuse his sexual activities with girls of 12 and 13. He told them that in Polynesia, it was normal for an ‘older man’ – like him of course – to have relationships with younger women to induct them into the mysteries of sex…

Linda was told about James Wharram in 2001. She might have heard about him before then for all I know, but she definitely knew what he was doing in 2001.

 

After Sadie Francis retired as a psychiatrist from the Hergest Unit, she enrolled for a creative writing course at the School of Lifelong Learning at Bangor University. The Head of School at the time was Meri Huws, who in the 1980s was employed as a social worker by Gwynedd Social Services on the Maesgeirchan estate in Bangor when the kids at the Ty’r Felin children’s home on Maesgeirchan were abused by the paedophile gang. The School of Lifelong Learning had close links with Student Services and the counselling service. Meri Huws used to work at Bangor Normal College.

Just how vile are you lot?

 

The e mail that I received regarding the School of Psychology mentions a number of other people in that School who my correspondent felt were doing some worrying things. Unlike Ed Ingram and Alun Whaddon, I have no knowledge of the people named in this next extract:

‘There was a small religious contingent within the Psychology department who were amongst the nastiest people that I met during my time at Bangor. They were extremely judgemental and ready to attack others. Terese and John Bird were from the US and both worked in the Psychology department, as a manager of the computer labs and a junior teacher respectively. They had been involved for years with the religious cult the Moonies while in the US and then fled to the UK. However, although they superficially appeared normal there thinking was disturbed. They meant well but they were heavily involved with gossip. Terese once suggested that I was a paedophile after I inadvertently played a CD by a pioneer of electronic music, Aphex Twin, as it contained a brief moment of swearing. My mother laughed when I told her this, but these people were so demented that it was worrying. The worst of all was Mike Beverley, who still works at Bangor. He was a religious minded bigot who looked for people to attack because it made him feel more righteous. He had a habit of telling students who visited him for pastoral care that they should just put their hands together and pray. Unfortunately, by her own admission my supervisor believed absolutely anything he said’.

 

I know that there are Mormons in Gwynedd, one Mormon who works at Bangor University is a former social worker. There was also a group of Mormons who used to visit patients in the Hergest Unit. The staff were hostile to the Mormons but weren’t allowed to refuse them entry if the patients wanted to see them. I took the view that the Mormons were probably not as damaging to the patients as a lot of the mental health professionals were.

 

Mormons are often viewed with suspicion because they are a minority faith – other minority faiths encounter the same problem – but in Bangor there was unpleasantness at the heart of the Church in Wales. Bangor Cathedral was so seriously dysfunctional – or in the words of a friend ‘a cold and heartless place’ – that a number of clergy moved away, unable to withstand the battering.

I imagine that once more, the problems at the Cathedral will be rooted in the activities of Dafydd et al. Gwilym Williams, the former Bishop of Bangor and Archbishop of Wales – who was also a theology lecturer at UCNW – knew about the paedophile gang and concealed their crimes (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

 

I have previously mentioned those we know and love who cluttered up the School of Theology at Bangor for so long and made so many people’s lives so miserable (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’). I have been told that the School of Theology had a long and glorious tradition of employing senior members of staff who treated people dreadfully. So imagine my surprise when I found out that one of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse’s oldest and closest friends was Professor J. Gwynne Williams, the Professor of Welsh History and Vice-Principal at UCNW. J. Gwynne Williams was the person who wrote the first history of UCNW. Ronnie Waterhouse went to school with him and they remained close friends. J. Gwynne Williams became Chairman of University of Wales Press and President of the National Library of Wales, positions favoured by paedophiles’ friends. J.Gwynne Williams’s wife tutored many local people in Gwynedd who when they were older occupied key roles in academia, education etc…

I am wondering if J. Gwynne Williams was a relation of T. Gwynne Williams, the lobotomist. North Wales was dominated by a number of influential local families, with tentacles everywhere. According to Ronnie Waterhouse’s autobiography, J. Gwynne Williams was at school with him in Flintshire and I think that T. Gwynne Williams grew up in Llandudno, but they could well have been cousins or related to each other in another way.

Ronnie mentions that J. Gwynne Williams’s father was a Nonconformist Minister, which would have made him very influential in the region.

 

The toxic influence of the paedophiles’ friends probably explains some of what I and my friends witnessed when we were undergrads at UCNW in the 1980s but couldn’t understand. There was a lot of bad feeling in the science depts between the technicians and the academics. There were some truly pompous old farts who treated the technicians dreadfully, so one could understand the resentment, but certain technicians not only wielded much power but behaved terribly themselves.

A notorious man called Bill Neville who was employed as a photographic technician for the biological sciences turned down all requests to take any photos for anyone. We discovered that not only did Bill Neville rarely come into work but the rest of the staff knew about this. They dealt with it by simply not asking Bill Neville to do anything. A zoology technician called Emyr was nakedly racist and refused to help overseas students/visiting academics. Emyr was loathed but he wasn’t challenged. A technician in the School of Plant Biology called Idris did come into work but took delight in claiming that he was ‘closed’ whenever anyone went to him with a request. Emyr’s boss Peter Brindley was a real charmer. Brindley accused me of theft when I was a student. I proved my innocence. Did I get an apology? Of course not. He just walked away pompousing. Many years later when the paedophiles’ friends were doing their best to unseat the VC who was not Of Them, I was told that Brindley was one of those leading the charge.

In 1985 there was a crisis in the Zoology Dept. They needed a new IT system and only one technician had the knowledge to develop it. He refused to lift a finger unless he was paid £7000. So the University paid up. I and my friends were baffled. How could he just refuse to do the crucial job for which he was paid, demand an extra £7k and actually receive it?

I and my friends experienced a taste of Technician Power when we were students in 1983. A girl moved into our shared house on Anglesey who was on a Manpower Services Scheme placement with the technicians at UCNW. We found out within weeks that she was a nightmare. She stole from us, lied constantly, refused to contribute to bills and didn’t pay her rent. She made a false rape allegation against a young man in Bangor after she’d been out drinking one night and general chaos broke out. She then disappeared with some of my clothes, owing us a considerable amount of money. We realised that we probably weren’t going to see our property and dosh again, so we decided that at least we’d have a laugh out of it.

We made some spoof ‘wanted’ posters and put them up around the University. We got into a great deal of trouble. There were threats to throw us out of the University – one of our friends was threatened with expulsion from the Zoology Dept although he wasn’t involved in any way and didn’t even know that we’d put the posters up. The over-reaction was seriously weird – it was known that the girl owed us money and her supervisor knew that she had made a false allegation regarding a serious crime. Furthermore, we found out that she’d been in trouble at work. She had lied about giving the research animals food and water and some of them had died. She had also gone out one lunchtime, purchased booze, got completely bladdered in the Zoology Dept and had to be carried out of the building by workmen because she couldn’t walk. As undergrads we thought that all this was uproariously funny, but as a middle aged woman I now wonder what was going on in terms of staff management in UCNW.

The only connection that I can think of between this girl and the vengeance that was wreaked upon us, was that during the short time that she lived in our house we discovered that she was being treated very negligently – such that her life was being put at risk – by one of the Top Doctors, Dr P.W.White of Menai Bridge. I was so worried that I told the Student Health Centre what was going on. It was the worst thing that I could have done. I had no idea that a cartel of Top Doctors operated in north Wales, but I now know that P.W. White was a good mate of Dr D.G.E. Wood and the pair of them were as corrupt as they come.

So chew on this P.W. White et al. I know that when P.W. White’s son was imprisoned for drug dealing, the ‘letter of reference’ testifying to his good character which was given to the judge ‘from a local doctor’ was written by none other than his own father – Dr P.W. White.

Subsequent to his son being jailed, P.W. White appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ stating that obese children should be taken into care on the grounds of neglect.

P.W. White is one of the fattest doctors in north Wales.

You want more Dr P.W.White? I also know that Dr K. Shah, who was involved in my unlawful arrest and imprisonment along with Dafydd (see post ‘Hippocratic Oath Or Hypocritic Oaf?’), was a partner in your practice for years.

Dr K. Shah had another business as well – he owned Brig-y-Nant, a very mediocre old folks home in Bethesda. His wife Mrs Shah – I don’t think that she had a first name – ran it. My friend worked there as a care assistant and witnessed Mrs Shah screaming at an old lady that she’d ‘put her in a cold bath’ if she didn’t shut up. Then there was the old lady who was injured but wasn’t taken to hospital. She did receive medical attention and it was recorded in the incident book that she was ‘seen by a doctor’. You’ve guessed it – that doctor was Dr K. Shah. He probably completed the death certificates as well.

The locals in Bethesda used to warn people not to put their old folks in Brig-y-Nant.

 

The Shahs lived in a particularly grand house on the Menai Straits in so-called Millionaire’s Row between Menai Bridge and Beaumaris. Shah used to go boozing in The Gazelle Hotel and one night he saw a group of young women students in there and one of them was wearing a long floaty dress with Doc Martens. Shah told everyone that she’d obviously bought a lovely dress but couldn’t afford the shoes to go with it.

We really howled with laughter at that one.

I did not howl with laughter some years ago when someone told me that Shah had been accused of a serious sexual assault but that nothing had ever been proved against him.

 

In terms of nursing homes, there was also St Tysilio, a big dementia home that was built at Llanfairpwll and owned by one of the Top Docs at Ysbyty Gwynedd. It came highly recommended – well the Top Doc owned it didn’t he. Until tales began emerging of the bad care and neglect of patients…

 

There was an old folks home in Menai Bridge, opposite Tony and Sadie Francis’s house. It was eventually converted into a Chinese Restaurant which was the best thing that could have happened to it. The owner was an alcoholic and the Matron – a woman who called herself Wendy but was really called something else – was a former nurse from the C&A Hospital in Bangor. Wendy’s career at the C&A had come to an abrupt end when she was caught having sex with a male patient in his bed on the ward. That was too much even for the C&A Hospital. So Wendy got a job running the old folks home for the alkie in Menai Bridge. Where Dr D.G.E. Wood had some patients. Not that he’d ever out his own parents in there, he told his colleagues that. Wendy and the alkie were only good enough for other people’s relatives.

At the Bangor end of the Menai Suspension Bridge, there was another old folks home, Ceris. I worked in Ceris for a couple of terrible days in the early 1990s. The Matron was a Sister Bean. Sister Bean knew what she was doing because she was Qualified. Sister Bean was a Registered Angel, whereas the woman who owned the home – Mrs Murphy – was only an Enrolled Angel, so Sister Bean ruled the roost. It was Sister Bean’s idea that there should be a Confused Room. The Confused Room contained four elderly ladies who were in various stages of dementia. One of the elderly ladies had virtually paralysed limbs and a serious problem with eating and swallowing. She should probably have been fed by tube or at least liquids. Sister Bean handed me a plate of sandwiches and told me to give them to her. I realised that this was going to be difficult so I explained to Sister Bean that the old lady couldn’t chew and couldn’t swallow. Sister Bean cheerily told me to just force the sandwiches into the old lady’s mouth and she’d soon swallow. Not wanting to choke a member of the Confused Room to death, I declined to do this. So Sister Bean did it instead. Christ Almighty.

The irony was that the old lady who was being put at risk of choking to death on a daily basis was the former Mayoress of Bangor. Many of the other residents were local big wigs as well. I discovered that the former Headmaster of Friars School was being neglected at a dreadful nursing home on Anglesey and Bryn Mel Manor, where Lady Janet Douglas Pennant ended her days, would not have been used as a place of rest by anyone who knew some of what was going on there.

Surely the paedophiles’ friends must have realised by now that by running the whole of north Wales as their personal fiefdom and systematically hounding out all competent people puts them at very high risk of abuse when they hit old age and find themselves frail and vulnerable…

 

I lasted two whole days at Ceris before I got the hell out of there. I heard about the aftermath though, because one of my mates was still working there. Sister Bean gave her verdict on me. I was ‘rather strange’. Well yeh, I wasn’t going to choke an old lady to death by force-feeding her sandwiches. My friend soon left as well, being rather strange herself. By that time Sister Bean had found a suitably non-strange member of staff, Jenny Messenger. Jenny was a Registered Angel and a mature student at Bangor University, working with the paedophiles’ friends the social work tutors. Jenny Messenger told everyone that Mrs Murphy didn’t know what she was doing, only being Enrolled, but Sister Bean was Registered and was ‘excellent’.

Jenny Messenger then moved to Rachub and joined in the harassment of me by the paedophiles’ friends. She married a man who held yoga workshops and who caused a number of women a degree of anxiety as a result of his constant offers to give them massages, but after less than a year Jenny and he split up. I don’t know whether that was anything to do with massaging other women.

Ceris is now called Ceris Newydd and is part of the empire owned by the shark Mark Bailey – it featured in my post ‘Are There Dark Forces At Work – Again?’. I’ve not heard of any attempts at Death By Sandwich at Ceris Newydd, but there have been complaints of poor care, the employment of unsuitable staff and Mark Bailey not paying people. I’m surprised that Mark has got away with it all, because there is a barrister who lives – or lived – in Menai Bridge who knew what was happening at Mark Bailey’s establishment. The barrister is called Jonathan – I don’t know his surname – but his auntie was in Ceris and Jonathan witnessed the lot. Or could Mark’s relationship with Jonathan be the very reason why Mark’s business has expanded and expanded recently to the surprise of people who worked for him fifteen years ago and who knew that the builders had walked off the site because they hadn’t been paid and that there were threats to cut the utilities off because Mark hadn’t paid them either?

 

To return to the Technician Power at UCNW. I can only assume that all the scams were somehow linked to Dafydd and the paedophiles. I suspect that the technicians had knowledge of what was being concealed and because no-one was particularly pleasant to them they went to war.

 

There is a point that it is worth making re the network of abusers in north Wales. There is much ‘awareness raising’ at the moment – both on a global level and locally in Wales – about misogyny and the sexual harassment and abuse of girls and women. There is a great deal of #Me Too happening. Whilst I am glad to see that there are efforts being made to challenge appalling attitudes and conduct towards women, the key targets of Dafydd’s gang were boys. John Allen’s Bryn Alyn Community produced boy prostitutes en masse and exported them to England and to Europe. Girls and young women were abused and exploited as well, but the big money and big business was in the rent boys.

I am fairly sure that no matter how much we young women were all revolted by Gwynne, Dafydd et al, it was easier for us to deal with than those boys. I and my friends rolled around laughing at Dafydd’s hopes, but things will have been very much harder for the 13 and 14 year old boys who were being beaten and gang raped by John Allen et al. Boys of that age are massively sensitive to ‘gay’ behaviour anyway – particularly in the 1970s and 80s when homophobia was the order of the day. I very much doubt if there was much taking the piss out of John Allen et al. The boys just ran away constantly to escape the buggery and the beatings – and were then returned by the police, some of whom were members of the paedophile gang.

As for naive notions that the boys had kindly women to confide in ie. the house mothers of the homes – the house mothers were usually married to the men who were abusing the boys. Then there were the other female Angels whose very presence was used to demonstrated that there were Caring People about – such as one of the most senior Angels in Clwyd Health Authority, Irene Train, who knew exactly what was going on, who sat on internal investigations and who concealed the serious abuse of children (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’).

It was the Mrs Trains who were the Matrons whom people dream of re-introducing to NHS hospitals on the grounds that they knew how to do a good hospital corner on a bed and kept everyone in line. In reality, if there was malpractice and corruption in hospitals, the matrons were part of it. Someone I knew who was a student nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd in the early 1990s told me that the cadre of senior nurses there were appalling, bullying corrupt idiots who were complicit with patient abuse and neglect. However they always made sure that they wore their hats – my friend used to call them ‘trifle-heads’ because the hats were so ludicrous – and never allowed anyone to call them by their first names. Mrs Train would have been proud of them.

Meanwhile Dafydd was left alone in side rooms with young women patients whom he’d taken a shine to after they had been unlawfully arrested and detained…

 

Until very recently there was absolutely no provision in north Wales for boys or men who had sexual problems or who had been abused. No-one would have dared make such provision for fear of what would have emerged.

The boys targeted by the paedophile gang had no-one, absolutely no-one. They ended up in Risley Remand Centre or Walton Prison where many of them killed themselves.

 

The man who has e mailed me about coming under fire whilst he was a student in the School of Psychology commented that most people turned their backs on him when he sought help or protection. Yes, they will have. Targets of the Dafydd and the paedophiles’ are ignored when they tell anyone of the extreme harassment that they are receiving; if they demonstrate that lies were told in an attempt to have them imprisoned they will be told that it was a ‘misunderstanding’ or a ‘different perception’; if they are explicitly threatened that is simply ignored as well and when people try to break into their houses or cars try to run them over they are told that they must calm down because they are stressed. Some of the people saying this are Of The Paedophiles’ Friends, but a minority of these people are actually nice people but very frightened because they know damn well who will be behind the hate campaign.

 

So at how much risk to the great and good put themselves when dealing with people who murder other people? Not much. Ronnie Waterhouse’s autobiography describes a trial over which he presided in the 1990s. It involved murder charges against members of a Hell’s Angels chapter and there was a fear that someone might take a pop at old Ronnie before he passed sentence. Ronnie goes into quite some detail regarding the security measures. There were police snipers positioned on the roof of the court and security everywhere. Fortunately for old Ronnie no-one did try to kill him, but no-one was going to take any chances.

A few years ago the international gangster Nicholas Hoogstraten was going to be put on trial in the UK for tax evasion. The trial was abandoned because the probability of the judge being assassinated if the trial went ahead was considered so high that it was decided that the risk could not be taken. Hoogstraten never stood trial and later emigrated to Zimbabwe where he worked as an advisor to Robert Mugabe.

Hoogstraten owned huge swathes of Brighton. The building in Brighton which was firebombed and resulted in the deaths of five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’) was said to be owned by Hoogstraten.

 

When Ronnie Waterhouse Chaired the Waterhouse Inquiry at Ewloe, there were no police snipers on the roof. Named witnesses gave evidence in public against a bunch of murdering gangsters whilst being called liars by Ronnie and the numerous lawyers who represented Dafydd’s mates. Witnesses collapsed whilst giving evidence and other witnesses were so distressed that they had to be helped out of the building. A Helpline – run by colleagues of the paedophile gang – had been set up and one person who availed themselves of help from the Helpline was found dead.

But old Ronnie wasn’t in any danger so there were no police snipers.

No wonder nobody ever saw anything, heard anything or knew anything about a paedophile ring in north Wales.

 

There is a Hell’s Angels chapter near Colwyn Bay. Local are terrified of them and wonder why they have felt able to establish their clubhouse just down the road from the HQ of the North Wales Police. The Hell’s Angels probably don’t feel that they have anything in the slightest to worry about. And if someone gets shot and needs a sawbones to patch them up who can be relied upon not to squeal to the police, there’s Dafydd not a million miles away.

 

North Wales is a region blighted by decades of organised crime with which the most unlikely people are involved.

 

The ‘Daily Post’ has reported that a member of the North Wales Economic Ambition Board, the body behind the North Wales Growth Bid, has stated that north Wales ‘must stand on its own two feet’ and ‘take responsibility for itself’. So who is the man who is sending out this rather Top Doctoresque message to a region which has been wrecked by the paedophiles’ friends? A successful local businessman who is expanding and providing opportunities for local people perhaps? No. Of course it isn’t. It is Iwan Trefor Jones, Corporate Director at Gwynedd County Council.

Iwan Trefor Jones certainly has a lot to answer for. In 2010 Wales Online reported that he had been appointed as Vice Chair of Agored Cymru, the organisation ‘which develops qualifications to meet the needs and priorities of all learners in Wales’.

Iwan was already Gwynedd County Council’s Director for Children and Young People; Chair of the Children and Young People’s Partnership in Gwynedd; Chair of the Children’s Safeguarding Board for Gwynedd and Môn; Chair of the Gwynedd and Môn Skills Group; and Director of the Careers Wales North West Wales Board.

You haven’t been that successful in your many roles have you Iwan?

With a record of failure this great, Iwan Trefor Jones could only have been of course a member of the Welsh Government’s Wales Employment and Skills Board.

I heard much about Iwan Trefor Jones some twelve years ago. I knew someone in Bangor University who had received a smallish grant to establish a programme to encourage local young people in Gwynedd to set up their own businesses. This young woman worked very, very hard and had considerable success with her project. The outcomes were excellent by every measure, but Iwan Trefor Jones and one of his mates on Gwynedd County Council, a Dewi, had a very big problem with this young woman and her project. As a result of his role in Gwynedd County Council, Iwan had considerable power over the project that this young woman was running. She was harassed, undermined and bullied by Iwan Trefor and Dewi in every way possible. Then the funding for her project was stopped. Because her contract of employment was held by Bangor University, her employment continued but the execution order had been given by Iwan Trefor – she Had To Go. She was transferred to the School of Lifelong Learning where she was isolated and undermined. She became pregnant and was unlawfully dismissed whilst she was on maternity leave. She later successfully sued Bangor University. Another case of misogyny in the workplace by a sexist old dinosaur with testicles? Not really. The Head of School of Education who unlawfully dismissed her was Janet Pritchard, who was most definitely female. I was told that Janet was confronted regarding the chaos over which she presided and responded by stating that she was retiring in a few weeks so didn’t care anyway.

Janet Pritchard spent many years as a school teacher on Anglesey. She must have known something about the activities of the paedophiles’ friends.

I never found out exactly why Iwan Trefor demanded the execution of a young woman who was actually very successful at what Iwan Trefor claimed to want to encourage, but I understand that it was related to Iwan Trefor not liking her family. When her life was being made impossible by Iwan Trefor Jones, this young woman told me ‘my dad’s told me that we can’t do anything about Iwan Trefor, he virtually runs Gwynedd County Council’.

So having destroyed the region, Iwan Trefor is now telling the people whom he has kicked in the chops for years to stand on their own two feet.

Shortly after Iwan Trefor destroyed this young woman’s career, he was embroiled in a scandal. A huge amount of money from Gwynedd County Council had found its way into an enterprise in Porthmadog which had imploded weeks later and no-one could explain where the money had gone. Iwan Trefor had signed the cheque.

As for Iwan’s mate Dewi who had also been involved in the sabotaging of my colleague’s career – Dewi went to prison not long after for embezzling thousands of pounds from the Post Office that he ran near Porthmadog.

If any readers know how the scumbag that is Iwan Trefor Jones gained so much power in Gwynedd County Council, please do let me know. It will undoubtedly be as a result of his family connections. Who’s your dad then Iwan Trefor?

 

 

The squealing from Alder Hey continues and although the Top Docs there stress that they need police protection, I note that ‘The Guardian’ is reporting that somewhat irregular activities have been uncovered at Alder Hey. It is reported that ‘unauthorised doctors’ have been found to be working in the hospital and misbehaving themselves. It is stated that the ‘unauthorised doctors’ are from ‘Europe’ – I think ‘The Guardian’ will find that Alder Hey itself is located in ‘Europe’ – and a number of other foreign countries.

Alder Hey is not the only hospital which has been employing Top Doctors who are not what they claim to be. Some years ago – on one occasion when I actually received treatment at the A&E in Ysbyty Gwynedd – I was treated by a cheery young junior doctor who was unusual in that he had a strong north Wales accent. (Most of the Top Docs at YG are overseas Docs because UK graduates won’t work there, such is its reputation.) The young man’s name was Dyfrig. Some months later I managed to access my medical notes and I had quite a surprise when I saw that the full name of that young doctor was Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd. Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd is Dafydd’s son. I breathed a sigh of relief that Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd obviously did not realise who I was. But then I found a photo of Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd – there’s a photo of him on the CAIS website. He is not the young man who treated me. The young man who treated me had blonde hair and distinctive rosy red cheeks. Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd has dark hair and is quite a bit older than the young man who saw me in YG.

Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd is not a name like Dr John Smith. There will not be two of them.

So who was the young man who was masquerading as Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd in YG? At the time Martin Jones was the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust and Elfed Roberts was Chairman. I knew that Martin was not carrying out CRB checks on staff and I also knew that he was employing staff who had convictions for violent offences. I was also told that Martin was being blackmailed by staff who had found out about the extent of some of his wrongdoing.

So were you also employing people who were using fake ID or indeed other people’s ID then Martin?

Professor Robert Owen worked at Alder Hey for years. Professor Robert Owen concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’).

 

The Godfather written on a black background in stylized white lettering, above it a hand holds puppet strings

 

 

Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing about the assault at the police station was documented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Verity continues:

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Braid geared up even more:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where have I encountered such logic before?

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

So presumably his music was prioritised over Kathy as well…

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

 

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

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

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

1996. Kathy Etchingham. Monika. The Waterhouse Inquiry.

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

 

 

A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND

Some weeks ago I wrote a blog post giving an account of the experiences of a former employee of North East Wales MIND (formerly known as Flintshire MIND), Karen Hughes. Karen alleged workplace bullying, financial irregularities, loss of client’s data, breaches of clients’ confidentiality and the suicide of one client after he was told by a counsellor at North East Wales MIND that she could do no more for him. Karen had contacted Paul Farmer, the CEO of national MIND and Sara Moseley, the Director of MIND Cymru and informed them of her experiences and allegations but they failed to reply.

Karen provided me with extensive documentation to back up her allegations.

Karen was not the first employee/former employee of MIND to contact me – I had previously received correspondence from other people alleging that there are massive problems in MIND and that a regime of terror leaves people far too frightened to speak out publicly. All these people asked me not to publish anything on my blog that could lead to their identities being revealed. However Karen told me that she was happy to be named as a whistleblower.

 

On Friday afternoon I received a message from my hoster, forwarding a solicitor’s letter that they had received from a David Mann from Aaron and Partners (who are based in Chester). Mr Mann is acting for North East Wales MIND. Mr Mann alleged that virtually every one of Karen’s allegations was ‘untrue’ and that my post about North East Wales MIND was ‘libellous’, ‘defamatory’ and ‘offensive’. David Mann is demanding that I delete the original post about North East Wales MIND.

I have always made it clear on this blog that if anybody believes that I have published anything as fact that is not true, I am happy to edit it. I rang Mr Mann to discuss the documentary evidence in my possession which supports Karen’s allegations, but I was told that he was out of the office. I rang again sometime later and was told that he ‘wasn’t picking up the phone’. So I e mailed David Mann. I have not yet heard back from him. I also e mailed my hoster but I have not heard back from them either.

The problem that I have is that my hoster is located in the Philippines and I can only communicate with them about this problem by e mail. I am happy to do this but I suspect that because it is the weekend I will not be able to communicate with them about Mr Mann’s allegations until tomorrow. Unfortunately, the misuse procedure with my hoster has an automatic element to it – if a solution isn’t found to a complaint within a certain time limit, the website is automatically suspended. Because of the timing of David Mann’s complaint to my hoster, there is a chance that my blog could be suspended later tonight automatically. Furthermore I am going away for Easter and will not have access to wifi, so I really do not want anything going pear-shaped with my blog this week.

So after a conversation with Karen, it was agreed that I should delete the previous post concerning North East Wales MIND which will enable my hoster’s automatic process to pick up that I have responded to their concern – thus safeguarding the blog – and replace it with an updated post about MIND.

Despite David Mann’s accusations that Karen’s allegations are simply ‘untrue’, Karen has provided me with documentary evidence that every part of her complaint about North East Wales MIND was upheld by Parabl, the agency which works in partnership with MIND and runs the counselling courses with them. It was North East Wales MIND’s practices regarding their work with Parabl that Karen raised concerns about.

There was another investigation into Karen’s complaints which resulted in none of them being upheld. This was an ‘independent’ investigation – carried out by Tony Bochenski, the Chair of North East Wales MIND, who was one of the people whom Karen named in her complaints.

So Tony has cleared himself and his colleagues, but they have all been found guilty by Parabl…

Tony Bochenski is a solicitor himself so I’m wondering why his organisation has employed another solicitor to write to my hoster.

Karen and I take the view that David Mann’s letter is simply an attempt to silence us.

Karen has also told me that since I published the post about North East Wales MIND, her immediate line manager – about whom Karen had no complaints at all and maintained was the one person in North East Wales MIND who conducted herself professionally at all times – has been forced by North East Wales MIND to sign an agreement stating that she will have no more contact with Karen. Karen doubts the legality of this agreement but presumes that her former line manager feared losing her job if she did not sign on the dotted line.

 

Whilst I am blogging about MIND in north Wales, I will take this opportunity to discuss some more of the documents that are in my medical files which the NHS illegally witheld from me for years and which were only released after my lawyers took the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust to the High Court in Cardiff where he was threatened with imprisonment.

In my post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ I discussed an attempt in 1997 by the north Wales mental health services to frame me for a criminal offence in order to have me deemed a dangerous patient, banned from NHS premises and transferred to a forensic psychiatry team. Immediately after my arrest I received a letter telling me that I had been banned from seeing any member of staff except for members of the forensic team or Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and if I entered any NHS property managed by Gwynedd Community Health Trust unless it was to see Tony Francis or the forensic team, I would be arrested – again. The other patient who was arrested and jointly charged with me was subject to the same conditions. The case circulated around the courts for a few months until the trial. We were both acquitted. The Trust refused to apologise, stating that as far as they were concerned we were guilty no matter what the verdict of the court had been. We also discovered that Tony Francis had prepared a Report for the court before the trial explaining what was to be done with us WHEN we were found guilty. I was to be ‘assessed’ with a view to banging me up in a secure unit and my co-accused was to have been put on probation.

I now have in my possession a document written by the person whom it was alleged that we had harassed and threatened – a CPN with the Arfon Community Mental Health Team called Bridget Lloyd – in which she states that she had only ever met me once, that it was many years ago and that she didn’t think that I’d recognise her if I saw her. This document had been circulated among managers at the Trust and had been sent to Tony Francis. Yet the court was told that Lloyd had made a statement explaining that she was ‘absolutely terrified’ of me, that she had ‘young children’ who were deemed to be at risk of attack from me as well and that the Trust had issued her with a personal alarm to carry at all times lest she bumped into me and I attacked her. The magistrates were also told that the Trust were looking into the possibility of providing Lloyd and her family with a safe house if I was acquitted, such was the danger that they were all in.

After my acquittal, my complaints about the whole matter were ignored – numerous previous other complaints made by me regarding the abuses of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones et al were still uninvestigated.

I and the other person who was charged with me were arrested in Nov 1997. We were kept in the cells at Caernarfon Police Station for most of the day but no-one would explain why. The person who was arrested with me was deprived of essential medication for a number of hours despite him making repeated requests for it. We were released at the end of the day with no transport or money to pay for public transport home although we lived a number of miles from Caernarfon. We hitch-hiked back home.

After I received the letter from Gwynedd Community Health Trust banning me from contacting anyone but the forensic team or entering Trust premises, I rang the Hergest Unit to try to find out what on earth was going on. I spoke to a man who refused to identify himself but who obviously knew all about me. I only found out who this man was years later when my lawyers obtained copies of my files and there was an account of my telephone call among the documents.

The man with whom I spoke was Robin Holden, the then Head of Mental Health Nursing/Lead Manager for Acute Mental Illness at Gwynedd Community Health Trust. On 11/11/97 Holden completed a ‘note for file’ after I rang him.

Holden’s note states that I repeated my complaints about Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s conduct towards female patients and I stated that there had been ‘numerous complaints of this nature’ made by me and others about Dafydd.

Holdren wrote on his file note that he told me that my complaints had been investigated and that if I had any ‘further comments’ I could ‘make them in writing to me’. Holden then wrote that ‘when I advised her that I did not see this telephone conversation as being very helpful, she hung up after telling me to fuck off’. Holden goes on to say that ‘her demeanour was excitable and unreasonable, demanding answers to closed questions and not allowing me to engage in meaningful dialogue’.

I remember the conversation well. I did tell Holden to fuck off, because in response to every question of mine, including ‘who am I speaking to please?’, ‘who was responsible for having me arrested?’ and ‘on what legal basis have I been banned from speaking to my own key worker and banned from NHS property?’ Holden simply replied ‘I do not want to share that with you’.

Holden was speaking to someone who had recently spent a day in the cells, had been charged for an offence that she had not committed and had now received a letter threatening her with arrest again if she walked into the local hospital or rang her key worker – and he found it unreasonable that she was asking ‘closed questions’. Is there any other way of asking someone who they are or who has had them arrested?

As for Holden’s observation that I was ‘excitable and unreasonable’ – Holden had trained and worked as a nurse at the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh. A quick perusal of the notes of any patient in that institution will reveal that they were all ‘excitable and unreasonable’, all the time, under all circumstances, even when they were catatonically depressed. I suspect that the reason why everyone in Denbigh was ‘excitable and unreasonable’ is that there was only a very limited repertoire of treatments there – lobotomy, ECT or huge quantities of chlorpromazine. Everybody got the chlorpromazine even if they subsequently also got the lobotomy and/or ECT – and the only justification for giving the doses that were dispensed was to describe someone as ‘excitable and unreasonable’. I did not meet one ‘excitable and unreasonable’ patient whilst I was in Denbigh, not even the man who was manic. He was manic, but no, he wasn’t actually unreasonable, I had some good chats with him.

But I wasn’t Trained, which must have been why I didn’t notice all the excitable, unreasonable folk who surrounded me.

As for Holden’s insistence that my previous complaints had been investigated – the documentation compiled at the time by his colleagues demonstrates very clearly that my complaints had not been investigated. There are copies of letters that managers had sent to Dafydd begging him to address my complaints – Dafydd simply ignored all such requests. After a few months of being ignored, a senior manager would then write back to me saying that Dafydd ‘refutes all your allegations’. I doubt if Dafydd even got as far as refuting anything, there was no evidence that they’d even spoken to him and certainly no evidence of any investigation into any of the numerous matters of very serious misconduct that I raised over a period of years. There is a copy of one letter written by senior manager Dr Peter Higson which states that Dafydd is ‘not compliant’ with the complaints investigation process. Higson does not make any suggestions as to what should be done in the face of Dafydd’s non-compliance.

Peter Higson is now the Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board.

Robin Holden has now retired from the NHS. Psychiatric nurses of Holden’s vintage were allowed to retire at 55 years old, because everyone knew that the strain of looking after excitable, unreasonable people who are prone to attacking one and insist on asking closed questions really takes it out of a fit healthy 55 year old. Which was why many of the retired Angels then returned to work for the NHS in their former roles at a much higher pay rate after signing up for agency work. One former Denbigh nurse was still working shifts in the Heddfan Unit at the Wrexham Maelor Hospital in 2013 – he owned a second home in the Florida Keys. Another retired Denbigh nurse continued to work on Ynys Mon until about 10 years ago – where he also kept his yacht.

Duw, it’s hard, as Max Boyce used to sing.

So what did Robin Holden do after he retired? He set up a consultancy and flogged his expertise to the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board! As the patient and staff suicides at the Hergest Unit could no longer be explained away using the usual techniques, Peter Higson commissioned Holden to write a report on Hergest. Holden observed that Hergest ‘was in serious trouble’ and very sensitive mediation would be required because the staff were alienated and demoralised. I expect that Robin’s consultancy provided the mediation for the worthless bastards who used to work for him when he was their senior manager and was refusing to answer closed questions from patients whom they had had arrested.

Robin has a new role now. He’s a MIND executive! In Aberconwy I understand. He is involved with Parabl…

Robin also owns a few properties which he lets out as holiday cottages.

Duw, Duw, Duw, the poverty, the stress, the long hours, how do any of them cope?

On behalf of all the patients in north Wales – Jesus Christ!

 

After I had been acquitted of threatening Bridget Lloyd, Jackie Ehlen, the forensic psychiatric nurse to whom I had been referred as a result of being so phenomenally dangerous, wrote on my notes in 1998 that I and the other patient who was charged and acquitted along with me knew that we’d harassed Bridget and ‘had only got off on a technicality’. The technicality being that I had not actually spoken to Bridget but had been charged because I was in the same building as the person who did make the ‘harassing’ call. Not that he had spoken to Bridget either – he had been rude about Bridget to a third party over the telephone. Because Bridget had previously tried to have him arrested…

So that was the technicality on which we got off – the fact that we didn’t actually do it.

So who else knew about this idiocy in 1997 involving Robin the MIND executive? Well, it went right to the top of the Trust. John Mullen the CEO of Gwynedd Community Health Trust knew. Because Robin faxed him about 10 mins after my phone call during which I asked closed questions! Robin didn’t fax John Mullen because of me being excitable and unreasonable, he faxed John Mullen because after Robin refused to share anything with me – including his name – another patient rang Robin and asked Robin ‘if you are part of the cover-up regarding the allegations of abuse against Dafydd involving John Mullen, Nerys Owen, Alun Davies and the Freemasons’. Robin faxed John Mullen immediately. Robin noted that patient was asking closed questions as well.

The Chairman of Gwynedd Community Health Trust at the time was Hefin Davies. Who was/is a Freemason. The Provincial Grand Master of North Wales in 1997 was one Ian Lawrie Mackeson-Sandbach.

Ian’s mother Geraldine – who died in 2001 – was President of the Denbigh branch of the Royal College of Midwives 1955-75, a Magistrate on the Llanwrst Bench 1942-79 and was President of the Juvenile Bench. The Sandbach family estate is located near Llanwrst. Dr Peter Higson comes from Llanwrst and his sister is Dr Ruth Hussey, the former Chief Medical Officer for Wales! Ian Mackeson-Sandbach has a daughter, Antoinette. She’s the Tory MP for Eddisbury in Cheshire. Antoinette used to be the Tory AM for Delyn. Prior to pursuing a career in politics, Antoniette was working as a criminal barrister in London, but she felt a sudden urge to return to north Wales just when people started demanding a re-investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal on the grounds that the Waterhouse Report had been a massive cover-up. Within weeks of arriving in north Wales, Antoinette was working for David Jones, the Tory MP for Clwyd West. David Jones worked as a solicitor in Bangor and looked on as the victims of the paedophiles’ friends were stitched up in court (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’). The son of David Jones’s boss in the Bangor law firm, Elwyn Jones, was also a solicitor and – along with Gwynedd Social Services, the North Wales Police, the North Wales Housing Association, Dafydd Orwig a Gwynedd County Councillor, Bethesda GPs surgery and the mental health services – stitched up an innocent man for allegedly being a danger to his own baby, whilst protecting two other people who had abused children, as described in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’. David Jones is a Freemason.

David Jones’s constituency office is in Colwyn Bay. Which is the location of the HQ of the North Wales Police. The Gwynfa Unit was also in Colwyn Bay. Gwynfa Unit was a residential child and adolescent mental health unit. It was revealed at the Waterhouse Inquiry that numerous young patients had been severely abused, sexually and physically. One member of staff was imprisoned for raping a 14 year old girl and another male patient was buggered on two occasions (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’). From 1993 Gwynfa was run by the Clwydian Community Care NHS Trust. Prior to that it had been run by Clwyd Health Authority – the old name for the Clwydian Community Care NHS Trust. Both organisations employed Dafydd and Peter Higson in senior roles and both organisations failed to investigate my complaints. Gwynfa was shut down in 1997 – I rather suspect because of what was going to be revealed about it in the Waterhouse Inquiry.

The nurse in charge of Gwynfa, 1972-90 was Nigel Mannering Berry, one of Robin Holden’s former nurse colleagues from the North Wales Hospital. Between 1993-94, Nigel Berry was a Director of Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall. Berry lives in Colwyn Bay. As did Professor Robert Owen, the Medical Ombudsman appointed by the Welsh Office who co-ordinated the cover-up of the criminal activities of Dafydd et al in 1988 after my complaint (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). Gordon Anglesea, the former retired North Wales Police officer who was imprisoned in 2016 for historical sex offences against boys in care in north Wales, also lived in Colwyn Bay.

Dr Barry Kiehn lives in Colwyn Bay as well. Kiehn is a retired Top Doctor who for many years was the psychiatrist for Gwynfa, although he was employed by Gwynedd Health Authority. Barry Kiehn also compiled a document which turned up in my medical notes. Back in 1987 when I began to realise just how extensive Dafydd’s wrongdoing was and how many people knew about it, I placed an advert in ‘Private Eye’ for info about Dafydd. It caused a stir and although I wasn’t living in north Wales at the time, I received a few phone calls from people there saying ‘ooh was that advert placed by you?’ I know that Dafydd himself saw it because he was one of the people who phoned me up. He was more friendly than I ever would have thought was possible and was chuckling away saying ‘ooh dear you have found out a lot about my private life haven’t you heh heh heh’ – not that it was private, Dafydd’s sexual exploitation of patients and criminality wasn’t at all private – and it was shortly after seeing that advert that Dafydd tried to bribe me. How did Dafydd know about the advert? Because Barry Kiehn told him. There is a copy of the letter that Kiehn wrote to Dafydd in my file. Kiehn was obviously good mates with Dafydd, they were on first name terms – ‘Dear Dafydd’. Kiehn sent Dafydd a copy of my advert saying that ‘a colleague’ had seen it and although Barry had no idea what it was all about, he thought that Dafydd should know about it…

 

Other people who knew about the fuckwittery of Robin Holden et al in 1997 included Nerys Owen, the Director of Nursing for Gwynedd Community Health Trust and Liz Brown, PA to Nerys Owen. Also Bruce Stephens, the manager of the Hergest Unit at that time and Amanda Lloyd, the Trust HQ ‘services manager’. All these people were CC’d into letters with regard to the trumped up charges brought against me in 1997. The usual suspect was involved as well of course – Alun Davies. Davies even turned up at our trial and sat in the front row of the spectators gallery hoping to see us taken away in the Black Maria. I was delighted to note that Davies looked as though someone had emptied a bucket of slops over his head when we were acquitted. Davies seemed so certain that we were going to be found guilty as well. Presumably a magistrate wasn’t following orders somewhere along the line.

Alun Davies owns property in Colwyn Bay which he lets out to other crooks employed by the NHS.

The Gwynedd Community Health Trust’s solicitor, Tony Lane, also knew what was happening. Tony Lane’s advice had been sought by the Trust because they didn’t know what to do about my complaints… My documents show that by 1997 the Trust had been seeking Lane’s advice regarding me for a number of years because they thought that Dafydd had done a number of things that they could not defend. They must have been in a real pickle to have been using Tony Lane as well, because the NHS routinely utilised the services of the corrupt lawyer employed by the Welsh Office, Andrew Park, to threaten me with court action.

Tony Lane’s firm was Jones, Evans and Lane and was based at 32 Y Maes, Caernarfon. His partners were R. Meirion Jones and Merfyn Jones-Evans and the associates were Wyn Trefor Jones and Mandy Maria Williams.

 

One the wider UK stage, whilst this perjury and unlawful withdrawal of NHS care was happening, the Waterhouse Inquiry had just begun taking evidence from witnesses. Ah, so that was why there was such an effort being made to label me as one who was Dangerous and Unreasonable and Who Could Not Be Believed. Blair was PM and the Secretary of State for Wales was dear old Ron Davies. The MP for the constituency in which I and the person arrested with me lived was the paedophiles’ friend Lord Wyn Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Ysbyty Gwynedd and Bangor Magistrates Court where we were tried was also in Wyn Roberts’s constituency. Caernarfon Police Station in which I was detained for hours without good reason and in which my co-accused was deprived of essential medication was located in the constituency of Dafydd Wigley, as was the company of Tony Lane the solicitor who knew that the Trust had broken – and continued to break – the law.

 

Have any of you got anything to say about it all having said so much about me at the time?

 

 

 

 

People With Energy

I have just finished reading Rhodri Morgan’s memoir and there are some real gems of information in that book. One thing that I discovered from Rhodri’s book is the identities of those who made up the Windbag Kinnock’s Shadow Energy team in 1988. Before readers roll around laughing at my complete nerdiness for being interested in such a matter, let me just remind everyone that between 11 June 1987-23 July 1990, one of Thatcher’s Ministers in the Dept of Energy was Sir Peter Morrison – who at the time was sexually abusing kids in care in north Wales, Cheshire and in London. Morrison was Minister of State for Energy with responsibility for oil (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Senior Tories from the time have admitted that Morrison’s conduct with under-aged boys was widely known and extensively gossiped about. Thatcher was directly warned about it but she continued to appoint Morrison to Gov’t roles nonetheless.

Morrison’s Secretaries of State whilst he was at Energy were Cecil Parkinson (13 June 1987-24 July 1989) and John Wakeham (24 July 1989-11 April 1992).

Morrison’s Tory colleagues have admitted that they knew about him, but Westminster being what it was – and still is – those on the opposition benches will have known as well, particularly those who had to shadow him and his colleagues in Energy. So who was in the Shadow Energy team in 1988? Well it was Rhodri Morgan, Frank Haynes, Kevin Barron, John Maxton – and they were led by the Shadow Secretary of State, a man called Tony Blair!

Rhodri remarks in his memoir that although Blair didn’t understand the facts underlying global warming – although in the light of some of the comments made by Rhodri about climate change I’m not at all sure that he did either – Blair was a man who was very sharp, picked up on everything that was going on around him and quickly identified which political angle would benefit him. So I really don’t think that Blair would have missed what Peter Morrison was up to. Particular as Blair had previously worked as a junior barrister in the corrupt barrister George Carman’s chambers and George Carman knew all about the North Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’). Blair was of course married to Cherie, who had also worked in the same chambers as Carman  – Cherie was friendly with many of the lawyers who knew that kids from London boroughs were being sent to north Wales children’s homes where they had complained of being seriously abused…

Whilst Blair was busying himself as Shadow Secretary at Energy, the need to protect Peter Morrison was causing havoc. Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were all desperately trying to raise the alarm about serious criminality in north Wales. Alison had been sacked and found that her family were being targeted by the paedophiles’ friends, Mary had gone into hiding in England and my life was one long round of being arrested and fitted up, being subjected to rumour and gossip, being targeted by sex offenders and other nasties or losing jobs. Brown and my friends were also being targeted.

 

History has it that it was whilst Blair was at Energy that he was spotted as a real star who gained a following and was predicted to be cut out for great things. How did you impress everyone so much at that particular point in your trajectory then Blair?

Rhodri Morgan mentions that Anji Hunter, Blair’s right hand woman for years, was ‘intensely loyal’ to the 1988 Shadow Energy team. What a worthless piece of trash ‘Anji’ must be. People were found dead in north Wales Anji because of your ‘intense loyalty’ to a gang of fools who concealed serious crime – people who’s parents had died or been too ill to look after them when they were kids, so they were taken into care and handed over to a gang of paedophiles. They were battered, raped, buggered and illegally imprisoned in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital by a madman who also wanted to have sex with them and some of them were murdered.

As the Top Doctors say to each other when they are in really deep shit – perhaps when someone gets their hands on 10,000 previously unlawfully witheld documents and starts writing a blog – ‘do you think that you could have done anything differently Anji?’

Tough on crime, tough on the causes of crime!

For further details of the horrors of what was going on in the mental health services in Wales as well as in the wider UK whilst Blair’s Energy Team were bonding – including the appointment of Jimmy Savile as manager of Broadmoor – please see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’.

Whilst researching for this post, I noticed some discrepancies in terms of the dates given regarding Blair’s term as Shadow Secretary of State for Energy. Blair’s online Parliamentary biography states quite clearly that he was Shadow Secretary of State for Energy from Jan 1988-Jan 1989. Yet Rhodri Morgan maintains that Blair was in that post for two and a half years. Furthermore Morgan’s book relates an anecdote concerning a reply that Blair had received from John Wakeham in Wakeham’s capacity as Secretary of State for Energy after Blair wrote to him – Wakeham didn’t take up that post until 24 July 1989. So Blair must have still been in the Shadow Energy team by then, not – as Blair’s biography states – in the Shadow Employment team.

Tony Blair is not known for telling the truth about matters which could prove politically difficult and it would seem that for some reason Blair only wants to fess up to having spent 1988 as Shadow Secretary of State for Energy.

Blair did become Shadow Employment Secretary after his stint as Shadow Energy Secretary, but when exactly that was is unclear. What is clear is that after Blair had been in a position to dig up the dirt on Peter Morrison, it was agreed by everyone, including John Smith who took over as Blair’s boss when the Windbag stood down, that Blair was a man with a great future ahead of him.

 

Rhodri’s colleague in Blair’s team, Frank Haynes, was the Labour MP for Ashfield, 1979-92. Haynes was born in Wandsworth but moved to Nottinghamshire – before he became an MP Haynes was a miner. As an MP he was sponsored by the NUM and during the 1984-85 strike he remained loyal to the NUM rather than support the majority of Nottinghamshire miners who broke away to form the UDM.

Haynes’s obituary in the Indie was written by Tam Dalyell, who when writing the obituaries of his Parliamentary colleagues, excelled at dressing up the characters of some very unpleasant people and maintaining that they persuaded others to do what they wanted by charm or simply because everybody just loved them so much.

Dalyell wrote of Haynes:

‘Unquestionably he had the loudest voice in Parliament and the commentator Matthew Parris wrote that, when Mr Speaker Thomas [George Thomas, a child molester himself] called Frank Haynes, they turned off the televisions in St Thomas’ Hospital and listened. Haynes was effective at going to see Conservative ministers, who liked him very much, even if his opening remark to them was ‘You know I hate Tories’ with his big beaming smile.

Within 18 months of becoming an MP [Haynes] took up Mrs Thatcher’s offer to any member who had a problem with industry or unemployment in their constituency to come and knock on the door of No 10 Downing Street. Haynes had a group of factories which had run into severe difficulties and wanted to lay off some 400 people, so he got an appointment. He would regale his friends with how she met him at the door and offered him a drink. ‘I told her I didn’t think Dennis Skinner would approve! She loved that and it broke the ice; the end result was that she gave me 10 minutes to put their case and, after looking at their export record, agreed to help them. As a result, no one was laid off.’

Haynes was spotted by Michael Cox, then the Opposition Chief Whip, as a likely member of his office. This was a perfect niche for him as he was both popular and dedicated to the good of the Labour Party and those whom he represented in Parliament. It gave him an authority as an opposition whip where people have to be cajoled by force of the whip’s personality.’

So there we have it – Frank Haynes didn’t become a Whip and get everybody to jump when he ordered them to (even the Tories whom he hated) because he had some grade A dirt on one of Thatcher’s inner circle, he did it by the use of his big beaming smile and his popularity. Furthermore St Thomas’s Hospital took an interest in his Commons utterances not because they were one of the institutions playing a key role in concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring – after all Professor Jim Watson, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s mate, ran his sex therapy empire from St George’s Hospital Medical School whilst the institution was concealing a paedophile ring and subsequently from Tommy’s and Guys (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) – but because they just loved old Frank’s voice.

It was said that ‘Haynes frequently highlighted the problems of the very poorest in society when putting questions to Thatcher and her Ministers’. But not those very poorest in society who were being found dead up in north Wales or who were being illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital though.

Haynes specialised in energy, coal and health. So he was yet another politician who gained knowledge of the Westminster Paedophile Ring who ended up specialising ‘in health’ – although Haynes was an NUM sponsored MP who had spent his life as a miner before entering the Commons. After Haynes died it was remembered that he was so over-awed that a man like him had ended up in Westminster that he frequently commented on this and how he sometimes felt that perhaps he shouldn’t be there.  Any politician specialising in health soon finds out that a lot of Top Doctors are very conscious of what they perceive to be their own elevated position in society and don’t take kindly to advice from oiks, particularly oiks in Parliament. But down at Tommy’s – the most elitist medical school in the UK – they turned off the TV to catch what Haynes said in the House. Frank Haynes must have been doing them some really big favours.

 

Kevin Barron was another member of the Shadow Energy team under Blair as Shadow Secretary – like Rhodri, Barron remained a member of the opposition Energy team until 1992. Barron has been the Labour MP for the Rother Valley since 1983 – he was sponsored by the NUM as well. Barron was born in Tadcaster, Yorkshire and went to Maltby Hall Secondary Modern School (now known as Maltby Academy). After leaving school Barron spent 23 years working in the coal industry. He attended Ruskin College and Sheffield University, where he gained a Diploma in Labour Studies in 1977. Whilst at Sheffield Barron was reportedly a member of Militant.

Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, two key members of the paedophile ring which operated in north Wales and Cheshire, met at Ruskin College in 1966 – Arnold was a tutor and Howarth a student (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). Ruskin has a strong alumni association in which many former students are active. Arnold and Howarth both worked at Bryn Estyn whilst Peter Morrison was known to visit that establishment – on one occasion Morrison was seen driving away from Bryn Estyn with a boy in his car.

In 1982 Barron became President of the Rotherham TUC. The Rotherham which recently hit the world’s media when the en masse trafficking, rape and violent assault of kids in care – which had been going on for decades, was known about by all authorities but had been ignored by everyone – was revealed.

Barron was a member of the NUM, but was later expelled for speaking out against Arthur Scargill. On picketing duty outside Maltby colliery he was struck on the arm by a police baton – he successfully sued South Yorkshire Police for this. He was in those days a political ally of Scargill and assisted in Scargill’s campaign for Presidency of the NUM.

Barron was PPS to the Windbag, 1985-88. During those years the Windbag covered up the abuse of children and psych patients in north Wales as well as the associated serious criminality (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’) and the child abusing activities of George Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Barron was Shadow Health spokesman under Blair, Jan 1995-Jan 1998, ie. whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took evidence and many former kids in care and psych patients in north Wales became destitute or died. Barron became a member of the GMC in 1999 – just before the Waterhouse Report was published – and has remained a member ever since. So Barron was a member of the GMC whilst they were found to be in possession of a letter allegedly written by me that had been forged (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’) and when they also refused to take action against a phenomenally violent junior psychiatrist working in the Hergest Unit who’s children were taken into care on the grounds of severe neglect. Barron was Chairman of the Health Select Committee after the 2005 General Election.

Not only does this former Militant supporting ally of Arthur Scargill sit on the GMC but he also became a New Labour moderniser. Kevin Barron was a leading figure in the campaign to rewrite Clause IV –  although it came as a surprise that there was no job in Govt for him after Blair’s 1997 General Election victory. You can’t trust him Kevin.

Barron served for eight years on the senior Intelligence and Security Committee and was made a Privy Councillor in 2001. He was knighted in 2014.

 

John Maxton, another member of the Shadow Energy team, was MP for Glasgow Cathcart, 1979-01. Maxton joined the Labour Party in 1970 and became a prominent campaigner as Vice-Chairman of the group Scottish Labour Against the Market during the 1975 referendum on continuing British membership of the Common Market. He was selected to oppose the sitting Tory MP, Teddy Taylor, at the 1979 General Election. The changing demographics of the area and Labour’s increasing popularity in Scotland made it a winnable seat and Maxton’s victory was made more likely by the Tories strident opposition to the SNP, which drove some of its voters back to Labour.

In Parliament, Maxton allied with the left in the Tribune Group and voted against the Falklands War. In 1983, his constituency was redrawn to his disadvantage, but Maxton ruled out a move to any neighbouring and more favourable areas; he therefore notionally gained his seat from the Conservatives again in the 1983 General Election. Maxton was a popular backbencher, but did not obtain much support when he stood for election to the Labour Shadow Cabinet. He was Labour’s Scottish Whip in 1985 and a spokesman on Scottish Affairs from 1985-1992.

Maxton stood down from the Commons at the 2001 General Election. So what became of this lifelong backbencher who opposed the Falklands War whilst the leadership of his party supported it and who remained loyal to the left whilst the Labour Party moved very firmly to the right and excluded or demonised those on the left? Why, in 2004 Blair gave him a peerage of course. What ever could have been behind that?

 

Rhodri states that whilst Blair was Shadow Secretary of State for Energy, he and Blair ‘lived in each others pockets’. Rhodri talks about a ‘team dinner’ that was held at Blair’s house in Highbury at which Cherie was present. Until 1988 the head of Cherie’s chambers was George Carman.

The Windbag gave Blair’s Shadow team the remit of opposing the privatisation of the electricity supply industry. John Wakeham’s wiki entry states that it was Wakeham who drew up plans for the privatisation of electricity. So that too puts Blair in the Shadow Energy team after Jan 1989, which according to Blair’s online Parliamentary biography is when Blair waved them all a fond farewell.

Rhodri boasted that the Opposition Energy team had an unofficial ‘back up research team  just as good as the one advising the Secretary of State’. The crack team didn’t manage to stop Thatcher privatising the electricity supply, but I am sure that they too will have got wind of Peter Morrison attending sex parties with under-aged boys. Rhodri mentions that in 1988 Blair took receipt of an anonymous hand-delivered leaked position paper – regarding the future shape of the electricity industry after privatisation – from the CEGB (Central Electricity Generating Board). Rhodri claims that it was this leaked document that enabled Blair’s Shadow team ‘to get off to such a good start with the nuclear tax bombshell which Blair was able to launch’ at Cecil Parkinson.

 

John Wakeham was elected as the Tory MP for Maldon in Essex at the Feb 1974 General Election. His first wife, Roberta, was killed in the Brighton hotel bombing in Oct 1984 and he was trapped in rubble for seven hours, suffering serious crush injuries to his legs. Wakeham married his secretary, Alison Ward, in 1985 – before being Wakeham’s secretary, Ward had been Thatcher’s secretary. So Alison Ward would have known all about Peter Morrison as well before she ever got near Wakeham either as secretary or wife.

During the late 1980s Wakeham served as Leader of the Commons.

Wakeham was given a peerage by John Major on 24 April 1992. Just at the time that a firebomb killed five witnesses to the paedophile ring of which Peter Morrison was a member (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Wakeham then served as Leader of the Lords until 1994.

After Edwina Currie spoke publicly about her shagathon with John Major, Major fessed up that he had indeed had an affair with Edwina and stated that it was the thing that he was most ashamed of in his entire life. Which is interesting because I would place concealing the organised abuse of children and the murder of witnesses above having an extra-marital affair in the ‘regrets’ list if I’d done both…

John Wakeham became chairman of the Press Complaints Commission in 1995, retiring in 2001. In 1997 he was appointed a Deputy Lieutenant of Hampshire. In 1999 Blair appointed Wakeham to head a Royal Commission on the reform of the Lords. The resulting Wakeham Report suggested a mainly-appointed Lords be maintained, with a small elected component. Which was how Blair ended up appointing so many people who had concealed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal to the Lords. 

 

Whilst Parkinson and Wakeham were Secretaries of State, Michael Spicer was Morrison’s junior Ministerial colleague. Whereas Morrison had responsibility for oil, after Spicer joined Energy in 1987 he was given responsibility for electricity and coal until Jan 1990.

Michael Spicer was MP for South and then West Worcestershire, 1974-10. Spicer was educated at Wellington College and Emmanuel College, Cambridge. After graduation, he worked as a financial journalist for ‘The Daily Mail’, ‘The Sunday Times’ and ‘The Statist’. From 1968–70, Spicer was Director of Conservative Systems Research Centre and from 1970–80, he was Managing Director of Economic Models Ltd.

Spicer was Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party 1983-84. In the 1996 New Years Honours, after Peter Morrison was safely dead and buried, Spicer was knighted. He picked up his peerage in 2010.

Spicer was Chairman/President of the Association of Electricity Producers, 1991-12 and since 2012 he has been Chairman of Energy UK.

David Tombs, Director of Hereford and Worcester Social Services, 1974-94, has been named as someone in a senior position who concealed the organised abuse of children both on his own patch and on a national level (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’).

 

In my post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ I discussed some of the consequences of Gov’t policy regarding oil, Morrison’s portfolio. I will make a few observations here about the consequences of Gov’t policy re gas, Spicer’s bag.

British Gas plc was an energy and home services provider in the UK. It was formed when the British Gas Corporation was privatized in Dec 1986 by Thatcher’s Gov’t. On 8 Dec 1986 British Gas plc shares were floated on the London stock market. To encourage individuals to become shareholders, the offer was intensely advertised with the ‘If you see Sid…Tell him!’ campaign. The ‘Tell Sid’ campaign was the ultimate Tory campaign to try to encourage working class people to take an interest in being share-holders, hence the mythical ‘Sid’ character, rather than a Piers or a St John.

The initial public offering of 135p per share valued the company at £9 billion, the highest equity offering ever at the time. The Gov’t also created an industry regulator, the Office of Gas Supply (Ofgas), to protect customer needs. It later became part of the Office of Gas and Electricity Markets (Ofgem).

In June 1991, the Chairman of British Gas, Robert Evans, sparked controversy by accepting a pay rise of 66%, ten times above the rate of inflation at the time. This took his salary from £222,000 to £370,000, a pay rise which was condemned by the Labour Party as ‘sheer unbridled greed’. This followed allegations of greed against the organisation a month earlier, when it reported a 42% rise in pre-tax profits.

The Sids of the UK did quite well out of the great gas giveaway, but Robert Evans was in clover.

 

Whilst I’m on the subject of Gov’t cons under the umbrella of ‘Energy’, I’ll retell the story of the travesty that was the Baglan Energy Park, which gets a mention in Rhodri Morgan’s book.

Baglan Energy Park was a grand plan for a piece of land in Port Talbot.

When Rhodri became First Minister in 1999, one of his first tours of the different sections of the civil service was that of the Baglan Energy Park team. The team responsible told Rhodri that Baglan Energy Park would produce 6000 new jobs. It later ‘became clear no jobs would arrive at Baglan Energy Park’. It was Helen Liddell aka Stalin’s Granny (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’) who explained to Rhodri why no jobs were actually expected.

This blog is very rude about politicians, but I really must compliment them on their excellence in the coining of entertaining nicknames for their colleagues – Stalin’s Granny, The Widow Ruddock, The Crack of Doom, they are all pretty good, so at least one or two people in the system have a brain and a sense of humour. Can I ask them to perhaps turn their attentions to running the country instead of getting bladdered, shagging people to whom they are then obliged to give jobs which those people can’t do and covering up the wrongdoing of their colleagues? Some real progress could then be made.

Stalin’s Granny was the UK High Commissioner in Australia when she enlightened Rhodri. Stalin’s Granny maintained that in 1997 Blair’s Gov’t issued a moratorium on new gas fired power stations. The American multi-national GE wanted to build the first ever H Series combined cycle gas turbine power station at Baglan on the site which had been vacated by BP. This was part of BP’s exit strategy from south Wales in order to secure GE’s brand new and revolutionary design of the power station on the former Baglan site. Then Blair’s moratorium came along. Bill Clinton received a phone call from Jack Welch aka ‘Neutron Jack’ asking for help in getting around the moratorium.

Jack Welch is an American business executive and chemical engineer who was  Chairman and CEO of GE (General Electric), 1981-01. GE is an American multinational conglomerate incorporated in New York – its HQ is in Boston, Massachusetts. Not Port Talbot.

During the early 1980s Welch was dubbed ‘Neutron Jack’ for eliminating employees whilst leaving buildings intact. Welch stated that GE had 411,000 employees at the end of 1980 and 299,000 at the end of 1985. In return, GE had increased its market capital tremendously.

Clinton rang Blair and asked/told Blair to lift the moratorium for GE – thus GE acquired the permit to build the power station. However, a display had to be made of a special case for the exemption, lest anyone suggested that Clinton was telling Blair what to do. So it was agreed that electricity from the Baglan power station could be supplied directly – without paying grid charges – into proposed energy intensive industries which could it was claimed be sited on the empty Baglan site, which would be known as Baglan Energy Park. An estimate of 6000 jobs arriving at the Baglan Energy Park was made on the basis of absolutely no evidence – but it did sound good.

Before the power station opened, Rhodri asked to visit the site. GE’s site director Bill Cooney took  Rhodri around. Rhodri asked to meet the engineering team – he was told that the team was located in a mass of portakabins. Cooney refused Rhodri entrance to the portakabins because Rhodri didn’t have a US passport – although Baglan Energy Park was located at Port Talbot. Cooney told Morgan that he couldn’t go in without breaching the US Export Control Act – because ‘sensitive technology’ was involved, only US citizens were allowed in. Cooney mentioned that an exception was made for the young people who delivered Dominos Pizzas to the team working in the portakabins.

In his memoir, Rhodri expressed outrage that as FM he was being denied access to a place which granted access to Dominos Pizza boys. He didn’t comment on the huge scam that was being worked between Blair and Clinton which would be of no benefit to people in Wales – or the lies that were told in order to make this scam ‘fit’ with a Gov’t policy which Blair himself had thought up and wanted implemented, but breached when Clinton told him to. If I know anything about the way in which ‘businesses’ are ‘attracted to Wales’ – particularly businesses which do not benefit Wales or the people living in Wales – someone somewhere will have paid Welch handsomely to condescend to arrive in Wales, refuse to tell anyone exactly what he was up on the grounds that it involved ‘sensitive technology’ and rip everyone off.

This is the sort of thing that has gone on in Wales for decades – whilst people in Wales have been left with nothing and have then been berated for being part of a ‘benefit culture’ with ‘low aspirations’. The Plaid MP Adam Price has just made a speech at Plaid’s Llangollen Conference making the point that Wales is not a poor country – it is actually a rich country with a lot of poor people living in it. Brown and I have been arguing this for years. For literally centuries, wealth has been exported out of Wales in deals which have excluded most people living in Wales from benefiting. Adam Price is an unusual thing, he is a politician with a brain – most of the others seem to be too stupid to have understood what has gone on and all they can do is make lame comments about empowering and including people. If anyone actually took any notice of people like Adam Price, a great many more people would be empowered and included because they wouldn’t have been fleeced by the likes of Clinton and Blair and before them Thatcher and Nicholas Edwards.

As for Baglan Energy Park now – I recommend that readers visit the website www.npt-business.co.uk  it’s a real laugh. Underneath the heading ‘Baglan Energy Park – A Neath Port Talbot Success Story’ we are told that ‘Baglan Energy Park is one of Wales’ premier business and industrial locations. The 180 acre park is helping transform the area, secure a green industrial future and create thousands of jobs. Situated on the M4 motorway the Park has already attracted national and international companies as well as world class facilities.’

So what exactly has been attracted to Baglan Energy Park? The following:

Ecolab’s Centre of Excellence for Contamination Control – which ‘provides some of the most innovative technology in the industry, including state-of-the-art clean rooms and laboratories’.

GE Energy – which ‘has provided the park with a £300m power station, which provides competitively priced electricity to businesses locating on the park’.

Hi-Lex Cable Systems Ltd  – ‘a Japanese owned company which manufactures components for the automotive industry employs over 230 people at its European Head Office on the park’.

Italian company Intertissue – ‘part of Sofidel Group produces supermarket own-brand facial tissues, bathroom tissues and kitchen roll from its 1 million sq.ft. papermill’.

Mardon Properties – ‘recently completed work on the first phase of a £20m mixed-use development of office premises and industrial units which is attracting a variety of companies’.

Montagne Jeunesse – ‘is an environmentally aware company that markets cosmetic products such as face packs’.

One Talbot Gateway – ‘is a prestigious office facility located right at the entrance to the park. Dwr Cymru Welsh Water and the NHS partnership have relocated to the site’.

Baglan Bay Innovation Centre – ‘provides an environment for young, innovative, high tech, sustainable technology led businesses to grow. 39,000sq ft of accommodation, over four floors includes 32 incubator units, meeting rooms, a business support facility as well as close links with universities’.

The Solar Centre – ‘meeting facility located in the centre of the park forms an annex to the Baglan Bay Innovation Centre building. The facility generates its own electricity from surplus electricity fed into the grid system, symbolising the ethos of the park’.

Wales’s first Renewable Hydrogen Research and Demonstration Centre – ‘provides facilities for hydrogen production, conferencing, research, demonstrations and education all run from renewable energy sources is (sic) based at the park’.

 

So there’s big spaces which haven’t yet been filled, a small number of foreign owned businesses and the NHS and Dwr Cymru have moved in, as has a bog roll company. The bog roll company isn’t even a posh one which produces the aloe vera impregnated luxury bog roll, let alone the ‘moist wipes’ which are sold in those plastic containers, it is one which produces ‘supermarket own brand’.

As for the Solar Centre – that was originally constructed for a G8 conference in Birmingham for PM Tony Blair and the Heads of State from the G8 nations. So Blair and the G8 didn’t go to Baglan for their conference then.

 

We are told that ‘once the park is completed there will be a total investment of approximately £400 billion’. ‘Investment’ in Wales means the Gov’t giving money to businesses to persuade them to set up shop in Wales and then pay people in Wales low wages. Regarding the jobs – well there isn’t 6000, but Stalin’s Granny admitted to Rhodri that that particular figure was plucked out of thin air anyway in order for Blair to pretend that he had a good excuse for doing a favour for Bill Clinton’s mate Jack Welch. We are told that ‘more than 1,600 people are now working on the park, and once the project is completed, it will have the capacity to accommodate 3,000 jobs’.

We are not told how near to completion the park is. Furthermore, the jobs in the bog roll factory and most of the other companies that are on the Park will not be well-paid jobs – many of the workers will probably have to claim in-work benefits to get by. However the US engineers working in the bit of GE through which non-US passport holders are not allowed to pass – unless they are delivering a pizza to hungry Americans – will be highly paid.

Like a lot of things which are not what they claim to be, the Baglan Energy Park has won an award from the HSJ (Health Services Journal). It received the BURA (British Urban Regeneration Award), Insider Award for Regeneration and the Local Government Chronicle & Health Services Journal Sustainable Communities Award in recognition of its work to create a cleaner, greener industrial future for the area.

Port Talbot is of course famous for being the location of the steelworks upon which the whole town depends. As the steelworks has gradually diminished, things have become worse and worse for Port Talbot. Baglan Energy Park has not made a great deal of difference.

One person who did really well out of Baglan Energy Park however was Neutron Jack. During his tenure at GE, the company’s value rose 4,000%. In 2006, Welch’s net worth was estimated at $720 million. When Jack retired from GE he received a severance payment of $417 million, the largest such payment in history. He didn’t earn that from working in the bog roll factory at Baglan.

 

I have not experienced the joys of Baglan Energy Park myself, although I was invited to an event at Neath Port Talbot about three years ago by a Third sector organisation who were holding a one day conference on the problems experienced by women who provide unpaid care for family members and others. I was unable to attend the said event because I couldn’t get there. I was told that the event was to be held at Port Talbot and because I didn’t have a car at the time, I planned to travel there on the train or bus. I couldn’t. The event for women providing unpaid care was held at the Orangery at Margam Country Park – I was told by the Third sector organisation who had organised the event that the Orangery was lovely. Which I’m sure that it was, but it was also miles away from the railway station and two miles away from the nearest bus stop.

When I saw the list of invited speakers I realised that I wasn’t missing anything – it was a list of paedophiles’ friends who have been responsible for wrecking the health and social care services in Wales for years. That lot are the reason why so many women in Wales are having to provide unpaid care. I very much doubt that any woman providing unpaid care would have been able to attend the one day conference, even if they did have a car. They’d be far too busy providing the unpaid care – or working a few shifts cleaning the Orangery. So a group of middle class wimmin had a day out at the Orangery, funded by the Welsh Gov’t, whilst scores of badly paid women maintained the infrastructure of Margam Country Park…

 

The travesty that is Baglan Energy Park was dreamt up pre-devolution. It will have come under the umbrella of Industrial Policy for Wales, so I presume that Sir Derek Jones had something to do with it.

 

Sir Derek Jones was Head of Industrial Policy at the Welsh Office in 1989 and prior to that held a number of positions in the DTI. Derek Jones served as Permanent Secretary to the Welsh Gov’t, 2013-17.

Rhodri Morgan mentions in his book that he got on very well with Sir Derek.

Derek Jones was born and educated in Cardiff and went to Cardiff University. On graduation he joined the civil service in Whitehall. After undertaking the post-graduate civil service training scheme Jones joined the Treasury, then the DTI and then the Welsh Office in Cardiff in 1989 as Head of Economics and Industrial Policy. He was subsequently Head of Finance Programmes; Director of the Industry and Training department and Director of Economic Affairs. In 1999 Jones became a key figure in the setting-up and early operations of the newly created Welsh Assembly Gov’t – which was choc full of paedophiles’ friends from its inception.  Jones was Senior Director, April 2003-April 2008 – as havoc reigned in the NHS in north Wales, as the suicide rate continued upwards and as I and other people were the victims of the perjury and wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends.

In 2008 Jones left the civil service to join the Governing Board of Cardiff University as Director of Business and Strategic Partnerships with an Honorary Chair, tasked to commercialise the University’s research and engage with business.

Jones was a member of the Welsh Gov’ts Ministerial Advisory Board BETS, Dec 2011-Oct 2012;  Chairman of the membership selection panel for Dwr Cymru Welsh Water, Jan 2010-Sept 2011; Chairman, South East Wales Economic Forum, Sept 2011-Oct 2012; Board member of the EADS Foundation Wales, Aug 2011-Oct 2012.

In Sept 2012, Jones was announced as the new Permanent Secretary to the Welsh Assembly Government, replacing that very loyal paedophiles’ friend Dame Gillian Morgan (see post ‘A Major Coup – Or A Complete Disaster?’). Jones subsequently became a member of the UK Civil Service Board and Senior Leadership Committee. He stepped down as Permanent Secretary early in 2017.

In April 2017 Sir Derek was appointed Chair of the Prince’s Trust in Wales. He is a non-executive director of IQE plc; an independent adviser to Cardiff University, where he is also an Honorary Fellow and Professor and is a Vice President of Cardiff Business Club.

 

There has been a great deal of fuckwittery of the Baglan Energy Park sort in Wales ie. people giving their friends large sums of money to establish businesses which provide no real benefits for anyone but the people who have received the ‘investment’ to set their business up. The fuckwittery did not stop when the Welsh Gov’t came into being. The sums of money were no doubt less than Thatcher and Blair were able to give to their friends, but the way of conducting business remained the same. I know small business people in north Wales who were fuming at the corruption that they alleged was happening – they claimed that friends and bedfellows of key figures in the Assembly were receiving ‘investment’ for non-viable businesses whereas other people who were making a real go of businesses providing employment for local people  received no help at all and sometimes were actively obstructed. Should the business people involved ever go public on what was happening, it could prove very embarrassing for the Welsh Assembly – some of the most successful SMEs in north west Wales were excluded from Gov’t help when they were setting up because, they alleged, they did not ‘know people’ in the Assembly.

 

One of the people who was involved with the Economic Development portfolio in the early days of the Welsh Assembly Gov’t was Alan Pugh, who was Deputy Minister for Economic Development, Oct 2000-03, in Rhodri’s Gov’t.

Alun Pugh was the AM for Clwyd West, 1999-07. Pugh was born in Mid-Glamorgan into – according to his wiki entry –  ‘a poor coal mining family’.  I don’t know anything about Alan Pugh’s family, but I have developed a very high degree of sceptism concerning people who are members of the affluent middle classes laying claim to deprived backgrounds. Yes, occasionally people from severely disadvantaged families do sneak into the professional classes, but it is very unusual. Every piece of research into the subject has shown that that even in the 1960s and 70s, the decades of social mobility, people who entered university or the professions from the working classes came from families or networks where they had gained large amounts of cultural capital. It is a harsh fact that children who have no economic or cultural capital only very rarely experience the amazing social mobility that politicians like to claim for themselves. Pugh might have not had any money, but I bet that there was someone around him who was well-read or an autodidact.

After Alan Pugh left the cardboard box in’t middle of t’road in which he grew up, he completed a degree in business finance and then postgrad qualifications in computer science and education. He moved to north Wales from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. I am wondering if Pugh was therefore a student in Newcastle.

Pugh was Head of Business Studies at Coleg Llandrillo Cymru and four years later he was promoted to an Associate Principal post at West Cheshire College. Pugh resided in Deganwy, Conwy for much of his time in north Wales.

This biography tells me that for much of his life Alan Pugh has been in close proximity to the paedophiles’ friends. If he was not a politician he might have been unaware of them – but someone with political ambitions will not have missed what was going on around him or had gone on around him in the past. There was organised abuse of children in Mid-Glamorgan where Pugh originally came from. When he entered politics at least, Pugh will have heard about John Owen from Mid-Glamorgan (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’) whom local authorities and exam boards protected and who was supported by the BBC, S4C and Welsh youth groups and theatres  even after his molesting of his pupils became public. Pugh will also have known about George Thomas molesting children and young people (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’) and he will have been aware of the rumours surrounding Ron Davies and his cruising and cottaging activities in south Wales – the Ron Davies who was an adviser to Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority whilst they ignored John Owen’s conduct towards his pupils.

I will be writing a post soon on the subject of just how many people knew that Ron Davies would one day blow up in their faces.

The paedophile ring in north Wales was fuelled by the arrival of Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth from Gateshead – where there was a paedophile ring in operation (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’), which was afforded protection by, as well as others, Ernest Armstrong, the Labour MP for North West Durham, whose daughter Hilary succeeded him as MP for that constituency and became a member of Blair’s inner circle (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). There were numerous connections between people working in medicine and mental health in Newcastle and north Wales (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’) and the hideous Lord John Walton, Mr Medical Establishment in Newcastle, protected Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales for years (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Alan Pugh might not have known about that when he was in Newcastle but politicians are great gossips and are obsessed with the possibility that people might acquire dirt on them or their associates – as soon as Pugh began moving in political circles, he’d have found out all about such matters.

Furthermore Pugh lived in Conwy – stomping ground of Lord Wyn Roberts the best friend that the paedophile gang in north Wales ever had, as well as scores of others who colluded with them (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Of course Pugh knew about the serious criminality wreaking havoc in north Wales concealed by the paedophiles’ friends of the professional classes along that part of the north Wales coast – Dafydd was running his sex therapy business just down the road from Pugh’s place of residence.

Pugh’s job at Coleg Llandrillo will also have left him in no doubt as to some of what was going on. Llandrillo trained the health and welfare staff who worked with the paedophiles’ friends and Pugh will have been part of the system that ensured that whistleblowers were removed from circulation and didn’t usually work again. Coleg Llandrillo also ran a counselling course which trained people who then counselled distressed people who had encountered the paedophiles and their friends. My post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’ detailed the activities of Prestwood Homes, a chain of abusive ‘nursing homes’ for people with learning disabilities and/or mental health problems which was actually a front for trafficking vulnerable people into sex work. Prestwood had a number of homes in the Conwy area – residents and staff were enrolled upon courses at Coleg Llandrillo. That may have been after Pugh had left the employment of the Coleg, but whilst he worked there the two women who ‘managed’ Prestwood, Lynda Holland and Suzanne Hamlet, met on the counselling course at Coleg Llandrillo. Holland was a student and Hamlet was a tutor on the course. They began a relationship whilst Hamlet was teaching Holland and Hamlet was dismissed for sexually exploiting a student.

OK, Coleg Llandrillo did the right thing in dismissing Hamlet, which was probably a first for the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. But how did Hamlet ever land such a job at Coleg Llandrillo? Not only did Hamlet only have the most basic of qualifications, but whilst she ‘managed’ Prestwood Homes I witnessed her: telling support workers to lock clients in their rooms if they became distressed; telling support workers to tell clients to ‘go on and do it then’ if clients threatened to commit suicide – which resulted in two clients seriously injuring themselves when encouraged to attempt suicide; telling a 19 year old female client that if she didn’t co-operate with ‘therapy’ she would be taken back to Liverpool and ‘left to die on an embankment’ (the therapy consisted of viewing porn) (see post ‘The Mentor’). Oh – and not only did Hamlet tell support workers to threaten to hit clients, but she LAUGHED as she described how a ‘home manager’ had grabbed a female client around the throat, slammed her up against a wall and threatened to punch her in the face.

If Pugh tells us all that these incidents at Prestwood happened after Hamlet had been dismissed from the Coleg in which he was a manager, I’ll remind him that when his establishment employed Hamlet as a counselling tutor, she was a chronic alcoholic in middle age who had spent many years as a patient of Dafydd’s in and out of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh – although she told everyone that she had been a nurse at the North Wales Hospital. Who wrote Hamlet’s reference then Pugh? Was it Dafydd? Because there was no way that Hamlet was suitable to have been employed as a counselling tutor.

As for the College which employed Pugh as Associate Principal – West Cheshire College has campuses at Crewe and Chester, which were locations of the activity of the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring. Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester and Dafydd held ‘clinics’ at the Grosvenor Nuffield Hospital in Chester.

Of course Alun Pugh knew what was happening and could be relied upon to keep quiet – that’s how he landed the nomination for the candidacy as Labour AM for Clwyd West. It’s a highly marginal seat, no-one was going to risk upsetting the paedophiles’ friends, so the Labour Party fielded a puppet.

Pugh was re-elected in 2003 and appointed as Minister for Culture, Welsh Language and Sport in WAG (Welsh Assembly Gov’t). Pugh remained an AM until his 2007 defeat by Conservative Darren Millar.  Following the 2007 election Pugh took a mountaineering sabbatical in the Himalayas and on his return to Wales was appointed as Director of the Snowdonia Society, an environmental charity. He was a columnist for the Daily Post (North Wales) and ran consultancy projects.

Pugh stood as the Labour candidate for Arfon in the 2010 Westminster General Election, but lost to Plaid’s Hywel Williams, another paedophiles’ friend who formerly worked as a psychiatric social worker and at one point featured on Dafydd’s twitter feed. I met Alan Pugh when he was out campaigning in Bangor for that election. He was very frosty to me considering that he was asking people to vote for him and I did wonder if he knew who I was, because by that time I was experiencing maximum harassment and threats from the paedophiles’ friends. I asked Pugh what he intended to do about the abuses of the mental health services in north Wales – he turned tail and fled and decided to do a bit of canvassing with a group of students further down the road instead.

When I bumped into Pugh with his rosettes and gang of supporters I didn’t think of the hideous Hamlet and Coleg Llandrillo. I thought of something else for which Alun Pugh was much more famous in Bangor University – Alun Pugh was the former bedfellow of Meri Huws aka The Crack of Doom. As with all Meri’s liaisions, allegations were flying that Pugh was being used to land Meri jobs that she couldn’t do and should never have had (see post ‘Let Me Enlighten Lord Gnome…’).

Meri was Chair of the Welsh Language Board in 2004-12 – well Alun was the Minister for Culture, Welsh Language and Fun, although the most common allegation at the time was that Meri had landed that particular post as a result of her affair with Andrew Davies, another Welsh Gov’t Minister. But then there were those who claimed that Meri’s success with the Welsh Language Board selection panel was a result of her fling with Rhodri Morgan. Who could ever know?

After that particular scandal Meri entertained the nation by making noises about joining Plaid. There was only one question on everyone’s lips – who the hell is she shagging now???

Meri however when she was younger had been party to a great deal of information which her bedfellows will have found very useful but which will have also provided Meri with great blackmail capacity when people finally desperately wanted to be rid of her. Meri – it was getting pissed and abusive at official Bangor University functions that did it, people in high places wanted to know why the hell anyone had given you a job as PVC. And of course having yourself photographed completely bladdered, wearing that bacofoil jumpsuit with a zip that was undone rather too low among a crowd of ‘old students’ of Bangor University, not one of whom was under 80 years of age. The University magazines with that photo in mysteriously disappeared en masse when I and a few others were spotted howling with laughter at the photo.

However, the gerontocracy that runs Bangor University have to shoulder some of the blame for the appointment of Meri to high office. It was openly discussed that the VC knew damn well what a disaster putting Meri in charge of anything was going to be, but the Welsh Gov’t – ie. Rhodri – and the gerontocracy demanded that Meri and her talents be elevated to the post of PVC. Why did the old farts want a mad, drunken, abusive slapper appointed to a role which effectively was a diplomatic/ambassadorial one? Perhaps because many moons ago when Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ran Bangor University and Sir William Mars-Jones the late corrupt judge was President of the institution, Meri was employed as a community social worker by Gwynedd County Council. Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes was Director of Gwynedd Social Services and at that time the paedophiles were running the children’s homes in north Wales. The children’s homes in Bangor, Ty’r Felin – which was located on the Maesgeirchan estate – was supplying under-aged boys for sex parties in Dolphin Square and other locations outside of Wales whereas under-aged girls were taken to local pubs and to the Octagon nightclub in Bangor and sold for sex to predatory men (see post ‘Are You Local?’). I don’t know who accompanied the boys to London and Brighton and other locations, but the girls were taken to local pubs and to the Octagon by social workers employed by Gwynedd Social Services.

Meri worked as a community social worker on Maesgeirchan.

 

One thing that is worthy of observation since Alun Pugh was defeated by Darren Millar in Clwyd West in 2007, is that although every liberal and leftie in north Wales groaned when Darren was elected on the grounds that Darren was one for articulating relentlessly right wing opinions of the sort that are quite unusual in Wales, Darren has been quite a star where bringing attention to the atrocities of the NHS in north Wales has been concerned. He has demanded prosecutions and even wrote to the Chief Constable to say that. Another Tory MP in north Wales, Mark Isherwood, has also been very supportive to the victims of the paedophiles and their friends and has tried very hard to effect change. Meanwhile just about every other politician remains deeply in denial and if they do mention the slaughter that has gone on for years – and continues – it is simply to tell everyone that they’re going to empower service users. Then, much more volubly, they demand that Carwyn should give a great deal more money to the paedophiles’ friends.

 

To return to those with responsibility for Economic Development in Wales. Alan Pugh’s boss, the Minister for Economic Development, was the Lib Dem AM for South Wales East, 1999-10, Mike German. German was Leader of the Welsh Lib Dems, 2007-08 and was Deputy First Minister, 2000-01 and then again 2002-03, because the Welsh Gov’t was a Labour-Lib Dem Coalition, Oct 2000-May 03.

Mike German was educated at the Open University and St Mary’s College, Strawberry Hill, Twickenham (now St Mary’s University). In his early life he was a member of 28th Cardiff Sea Scout Group.

German trained and worked as a  music teacher before becoming Head of the European Unit at the WJEC (Welsh Joint Education Committee). Has also been a school governor.

The sexual abuse of John Owen’s pupils by John Owen was for years concealed by Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority and the WJEC (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’).

Mike German was a Councillor and Leader of the Lib Dems on Cardiff City Council, 1983-96 and joint Leader of the Council, 1987-91. Mike German sat on Cardiff City Council with Alun Michael, who knows a lot more about the paedophiles and their friends than he has ever let on. Alun Michael, many many years ago, was involved with the Liberal Party – so he will have known about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith. Alun Michael also shared a flat with Paul Flynn, the Labour MP for Newport, for a long time. In the 1990s Paul Flynn appeared on TV programmes along with Dafydd. Paul Flynn did challenge the nonsense that Dafydd spouted about reefer madness, but Paul Flynn knew about Dafydd’s other activities but didn’t say a word – because in 1974 Paul Flynn stood as the Labour candidate in Denbigh and just about everybody in the town worked at the North Wales Hospital.

Alun Michael is also an old friend of paedophiles’ friend, former social worker Jane Hutt. Rhodri’s memoir comments that Michael and Hutt worked together on various charities and causes, including the Cardiff Broadcasting Company. So Hutt and Michael’s media connections must have been why the logic of Alun Michael resigning as FM literally as the Waterhouse Report was submitted to the Secretary of State for Wales was never explained (see post ‘News From Sicily’).

Rhodri Morgan mentions in his book that Tom Middlehurst supported Alun Michael for the Welsh Labour leadership. Tom Middlehurst was the AM for Alyn and Deeside, 1999-03. Middlehurst was among the paedophiles and their friends for years – before he became an AM he was the Chief Executive of Flintshire County Council, one of the successor Councils after Clwyd County Council disappeared in a puff of smoke in 1996 after the Jillings Report admitted that there had been serious inexcusable abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council for many years. Middlehurst also managed to save the paedophiles’ folly, Theatre Clwyd, when it had one of its many financial crises and once more the coffers of the Council were inexplicably empty. HOW Tom Middlehurst saved Theatre Clwyd was never explained, a great deal of money will have had to have been obtained from somewhere, but Middlehurst did manage to snare some big names to drum up a high profile for the Theatre (see post ‘Workers Play Time’).

Jane Hutt’s proud boast is that she founded Welsh Women’s Aid. I have mentioned previously on this blog that it is not possible to be involved with Women’s Aid and not know that a paedophile gang is operating in the area, because such matters affect women and their children. I knew people who worked for Women’s Aid in north Wales who admitted that they knew about the organised abuse of children but they could not make themselves heard within that organisation. I also have in my possession two copies of letters written by Bangor and District Women’s Aid after they were approached by a Hergest Unit patient who was faced with homelessness after leaving a difficult relationship. The first letter is a referral for ‘services’ in terms of the client being rehoused. The second letter was written some four weeks later, discharging the client from the Women’s Aid service. Had the client been rehoused or indeed received any ‘services’ at all? No. But she had complained about the paedophiles’ friends. The dates on those letters are during Hutt’s time as Health Minister.

One of the biggest problems with Bangor and District Women’s Aid was that one of the leading lights in that organisation – who I think genuinely did want to help people – had been the victim of the paedophiles’ friends herself when she had been referred to the mental health services. She knew that they were appalling and she was frightened of them. She will also have known that her job will have somehow have come to an end if she had dared speak about what was happening to her clients at the hands of the health and social care services.

Rhodri Morgan’s book mentions in passing that when the agreement to form the Labour-Lib Dem Coalition Gov’t was formed, Hutt – who was then the Health Minister ignoring the serious abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales – appeared with a near final draft of a partnership agreement.

Alun Michael and Jane Hutt will have both known that George Thomas was sexually assaulting young people (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Just to ensure that there were no loose ends, Mike German’s first wife Georgette was also a Cardiff City Councillor. So they could have discussed the corruption in the City Council together, as well as the abuse of children in care in south Wales.

German had been involved with politics for many years before he was elected to the Assembly. He contested Cardiff North in Oct 1974 and 1979 for the Liberals. Cardiff North is a seat in which it seems to be essential to be a paedophiles’ friend to be nominated let alone win (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). German then fought Cardiff Central in 1983 and in 1987 for the SDP-Liberal Alliance, but was unsuccessful.

So – like Alun Michael – German will have known that the Liberal Party concealed everything with which Jeremy Thorpe was involved, including their knowledge that he was openly discussing the need to have Norman Scott murdered years before someone did try and murder Norman (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). Rhodri Morgan’s book provides a bit of info about Jeremy Thorpe’s 1979 trial that I hadn’t previously come across. Morgan was mates with Lord Gareth Williams, who was counsel for George Deakin when Deakin stood trial with Thorpe for conspiracy to murder. I knew that an incriminating tape existed in which Thorpe discussed the need to have Norman Scott murdered and I knew that Williams had called for the tape to be played in full knowing that some of the contents were so excruciatingly embarrassing to the Royal Family that no-one would actually dare do this and it was as a result of this ploy that George Deakin was acquitted.

Rhodri’s book mentions that what was causing the precise difficulty was Jeremy Thorpe’s status as someone who had conducted affairs with both Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon. But between them Thorpe, Ma’am Darling and Lord Snowdon certainly did a great deal of bed hopping, so Marjorie Wallace is by no means the only person with the dirt on the Snowdons (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’) and their connections to the abuse of vulnerable people and the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

Gareth Williams QC did of course successfully represent the former senior North Wales Police officer Gordon Anglesea in 1994 when Anglesea sued for libel after he had been named as someone who had abused boys in care in north Wales. Anglesea was awarded nearly £400k in damages. Some weeks after the trial, Mark Humphreys was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham in which he lived (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). In 2016 Anglesea was convicted of historic sex offences against boys in care in north Wales and imprisoned.

Rhodri Morgan had a very high opinion of Gareth Williams the paedophiles’ friend. Rhodri believed that Gareth Williams was, like John Smith, a barrister-politician who had principles, unlike Blair. Gareth Williams grew up in Prestatyn and went to Rhyl Grammar School before Cambridge University. He practised as a barrister and was then a recorder on the Chester and Wales Circuit for years whilst there was a major problem with corruption on the Circuit. Williams was a member of the Bar Council and at one point Chair of the Bar Council. He eventually became a Deputy High Court judge and leader of the Chester and Wales Circuit, again whilst corruption was endemic. Williams picked up his peerage in 1992 after the firebomb killed the five witnesses to the paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

In 1999 Blair appointed Gareth Williams as Attorney General for England and Wales and Attorney General for N Ireland. Well who better than a man at the heart of a rotten circuit which has concealed a murdering paedophile gang and fitted up their victims? Williams remained AG until 2001. So he was in post when the Waterhouse Report was published .

Rhodri’s book explains that Gareth Williams died suddenly at his home in 2003 whilst the Labour Party Conference was in full swing at Bournemouth. Williams, the paedophiles’ – and indeed aspiring murderers’ – friend, was ‘posthumously voted the best peer of all time’ by ‘his fellow lordships’. Well Gareth Williams certainly did them a few favours, the Lords is rather more congenial than a prison cell on the sex offenders wing.

Rhodri observed that if ever he had to hire a defending barrister, it would have been Gareth Williams rather than John Smith or Tony Blair. So if you had been recorded on tape organising a murder after shagging both Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon or you were suing various media outlets after they had named you as a child abuser when indeed you were one, Gareth was the man for you.

When Williams died, the British state certainly pushed the boat out to give him a good send off. The RAF flew the whole of the British Cabinet and Rhodri – although he wasn’t a member of the Cabinet – from Hurn Airport in Bournemouth to Brize Norton in Oxfordshire in a transport aircraft and they were then bussed across to Great Tew, the village where Gareth Williams and his wife Veena lived and where the funeral was held.

So Gareth Williams received a rather better send off than one of the victims of the paedophiles’ and their friends whom I knew when I lived in Bethesda. This man had grown up in care, arrived into adulthood destitute, had spent a lifetime circulating between mental health facilities and ended up being utterly neglected by the Hergest Unit, who placed him in Neuadd Deiniol in Bangor, famously unsuitable accommodation which was categorised as a ‘nursing home’ and was run by one of Dafydd’s business associates. Because of his multiple health problems this man was supposedly being observed in the ‘nursing home’ every 20 mins. He was found dead after having choked on a ham sandwich but no-one managed to explain why he had been dead for a lot longer than 20 minutes before he was found.

Not only was this man’s death in 1999 or 2000 part of the Great Holocaust of potential witnesses whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway, but he also was a witness to the whole sorry saga of the framing of an innocent man as a potential danger to his own baby by Gwynedd Social Services, whilst two other real abusers from the family which assisted in fitting that man up were protected by the Social Services, as well as to the suspicious death in a road accident of someone else who knew the details of all of this. The full story is detailed in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’. The wrongdoing involved was extensive and serious and involved Gwynedd Social Services, the North Wales Police, the North Wales Housing Association, a crooked solicitor in Bethesda, all the GPs in Bethesda Surgery, the Hergest Unit, the Arfon Community Mental Health Team and Councillor Dafydd Orwig of Gwynedd County Council. And that’s just the bit that I know about it.

So a great many people might have breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that man had been found dead in Neuadd Deiniol.

After this witness to serious crime was found dead, there was an enormous row over what to do with his body. He had left no money and he only had one living relative – he had been married but had divorced some years before he died – and no authority would agree to bury him. So he remained ‘in the freezer’ (as another Hergest patient explained to me) for many months whilst the local authority tried to coerce his ex-wife (who was a Hergest patient and grossly neglected and penniless as well), his ex-wife’s brother (who was also a penniless, neglected Hergest patient) and his elderly great aunt – who hadn’t seen him since he was about eight years old – to cough up. None of them could even afford dentistry and spectacles let alone a funeral, so the local authority finally relented and a ‘pauper’s funeral’ was held, which was attended by a few patients. No mental health staff attended the funeral, not even the Rev Wynne Roberts, the Elvis-impersonating, singing, parishioner-shagging, disgraced vicar who doubled up as the chaplain at Ysbyty Gwynedd and who later joined the management of the Betsi Board and sat on the ethics committees for Ysbyty Gwynedd and Bangor University’s School of Healthcare Sciences (see post ‘Music Therapy Anyone?).

After writing those paragraphs and remembering it all, I am sorely tempted to ask any members of mental health staff from north west Wales who might be reading this if they feel at all ashamed of how they have conducted themselves. But the answer will of course be ‘no, not at all, we’re holding out for a pay rise’.

Gareth Williams knew Sir William Mars-Jones, a barrister and High Court judge who grew up in Flintshire and was also a paedophiles’ friend working on the Chester and Wales Circuit. Mars-Jones was President of UCNW (now called Bangor University) whilst the paedophiles’ friends were running the place and whilst Dr DGE Wood, a corrupt GP and T. Gwynne Williams, the lobotomist from the North Wales Hospital, were employed in the Student Health Centre – they were both facilitating the sex abuse ring in north Wales. I have documents in my possession which demonstrate that a Mrs Mars-Jones was being CC’d into letters from NHS bodies in north Wales which named people who had complained about the North Wales Hospital, as well as into letters regarding visiting Commissioners from the Mental Health Act Commission who had also complained. Mrs Mars-Jones appears to have been sent a hit list of people who dared challenge the paedophiles’ friends. I will be blogging more about this soon.

William Mars-Jones was a big name in London as well as in north Wales – he was a leading light in the Garrick as well as in the London Welsh Society.

 

Mike German will also have known Dr David Owen – who personally knew some of the Top Doctors who were facilitating the sex trafficking ring in north Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’).

I have read no accounts of anyone publicly challenging Mike German about his knowledge of serious criminality on the part of members of the Liberal Party, but German did end up at the centre of a police investigation by the South Wales Police and the audit experts at the WJEC in 2001 following allegations that German had claimed expenses fraudulently when he worked for the WJEC before he became an AM in 1999. German stood down as Deputy FM whilst the investigation took place. He hired his own legal team at considerable expense to himself – he had to sell his house and downsize in order to foot the bill. German was cleared and resumed his position as Deputy FM in 2002.

 

Rhodri Morgan states that the WJEC was a body which was completely under the control of Labour councillors in south Wales, in particular Jeff Jones, the Leader of Bridgend Council. Morgan mentions that Jeff Jones was a man who never had the political career in the Assembly that Jeff Jones and everybody who knew him expected him to have. Rhodri doesn’t explain why, but he claims that whilst it was still assumed that Ron Davies would be Wales’s FM after the formation of the Welsh Assembly – before that unfortunate business with Boogie on Clapham Common obliged Ron to resign as Secretary of State for Wales, just as Blair was about to appoint him as First Minister (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’) – Jeff Jones and everybody else expected that Jeff would be the Education Minister in Ron’s first Cabinet. Sadly for poor old Jeff he didn’t get as far as becoming an AM despite the best laid plans by Ron and him.

Rhodri states in his memoir that he knew that whatever allegations were levelled at the WJEC, it was a fundamentally sound organisation because his own mother had been an examiner for the WJEC for decades….

As it seems does every paedophiles’ friend who falls under suspicion but is somehow cleared, Mike German was given a peerage. In May 2010. So who filled the yawning gap left behind in the Assembly as a result of Mike’s departure to the Upper House? His wife did of course. In June 2010 Mrs German (by then Lady German), Veronica, became the Lib Dem AM for Mike’s old seat of South Wales East. However, Veronica could not be accused of not having the necessary experience – she had lived in south Wales for decades and had been a Councillor in Newport as well as in Torfaen.  

The MP for Torfaen 1987-2015 was Paul Murphy. Murphy was Secretary of State for Wales, 1999-02 and 2008-09. It was Murphy who took delivery of the Waterhouse Report in 2000 and he stated that he was glad that the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had now been investigated in a transparent manner, that there had not been a whiff of a cover-up and that there was no link with any paedophile gang outside of north Wales. Murphy forgot to add that Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was a personal friend of many of those who ran the bodies which managed the services in which children were abused or which colluded with the abuse and that Ronnie refused to take evidence regarding or investigate any links with abusers outside of north Wales so it was no surprise that he failed to find any such links.

Before Murphy was elected, the MP for Torfaen was Leo Abse. Abse was a close friend of George Thomas, threatened and paid off people who claimed to have been sexually abused by Thomas and told the media a pack of lies when Thomas ended up in hospital after contracting an STD (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Abse was also the subject of a police investigation into historical child sex abuse. Paul Murphy was a Torfaen Councillor for years whilst Abse was the local MP.

Paul Murphy was also Secretary of State for N Ireland and was party to whatever sleazy deal Blair did there. The deal involved the suppression of the truth about the abuse of children at the Kincora Boys Home.

Murphy was the Chairperson of the Intelligence and Security Committee, 2005-08. Let’s hope that the security services don’t actually let that Committee know what they’re up to.

Murphy joined the slumbering hordes in the Upper House in 2015.

 

Veronica German was a school teacher in Gwent for 25 years. There was abuse of children happening in Gwent.

 

What with Mike German under investigation by the South Wales Police, in Feb 2002 Rhodri had to tweak his Cabinet as he was in need of a Minister for Economic Development after German had stepped down. So Andrew Davies, the Labour AM for Swansea West, 1999-11, was promoted to the position. The Andrew Davies who was busy having an affair with Meri Huws at the time…

Andrew Davies was the former Chair of Swansea West Labour Party, a member of the Welsh Labour Executive Committee and was a regional party official from 1984-91. Davies was one of the architects of devolution as the main organiser of the Labour Party Yes Campaign in 1997.

Davies is a graduate of Swansea University which is effectively run by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Between 2007-09, Andrew Davies was Minister for Social Justice and Public Service Delivery and Minister for Finance and Public Service Delivery. Two things that were absolutely not happening in Wales whilst Davies held those positions were social justice and public services delivery.

Andrew Davies was born in and went to school in Herefordshire, but his parents are Welsh. His mother is from Llandeilo and his father is from the paedophiles’ friends heartland of Flintshire. Davies trained as a teacher as well as a counsellor and has worked in further, higher and continuing education. Something tells me that Andrew Davies knew all about the paedophiles and their friends in north Wales a long while before he ever encountered Meri Huws.

Davies left the Welsh Gov’t when Rhodri Morgan stood down as FM.

 

Before Rhodri was FM himself, Blair famously imposed Alun Michael on Wales as FM after the National Assembly was formed, although no-one but Blair really wanted Alun Michael as FM. Rhodri put up a battle but Blair rigged the process in numerous ways and Wales ended up with Alun Michael as FM but not for very long. Rhodri was given the job as Economic Development Minister in Alun Michael’s Cabinet.

Rhodri’s memoir is littered with anecdotes regarding the various dodges and fiddles that were carried out over the years in order to ‘bring business to Wales’ – as far as I can see in every case because a rich powerful person desired a particular outcome. Wales became a laughing stock as a result of the Korean LG deal in which £247 million of Welsh Office money was pissed down the drain and left a financial black hole that screwed the Assembly for the first ten years of its existence. LG and Corruption Bay were simply the most highly publicised cons which ripped off the tax payer, there were many, many more. LG was actually the handiwork of Lord Hague of the Massive Cover-Up of the Paedophile Ring…

I was interested to read Rhodri’s account of how the 5 star St David’s Hotel at Cardiff Bay was built. St David’s Hotel is a very nice place in which to stay but the Welsh political class don’t seem to view it as a privilege to live it up in the luxury of St David’s. This motley crew of not very bright ex social workers and local councillors see it as their God given right to crash out at St David’s at the tax payers expense, nowhere else could possibly be good enough for them. There is an Ibis Hotel in Cardiff which is so ‘budget’ that the rooms don’t even have a chair – there are only the most basic facilities and it seems to serve principally as a crash pad for people after hen and stag parties when they have got so wrecked that they can’t use public transport to get themselves elsewhere. I think it is about time that someone organised a conference for the paedophiles’ friends of the Cardiff Bay bubble and booked the whole lot of them into the Ibis for the night whilst allowing them to believe that they’ll be sleeping in their usual luxury suites at the St David’s Hotel. Then they’ll all have to go to Gregg’s for breakfast, because the Ibis doesn’t supply so much as a morning coffee.

According to Rhodri, Cardiff only ended up with the St David’s Hotel because when William Hague was Secretary of State for Wales he desperately fought for the 1998 European Summit to be held in Wales, but the Foreign Office said that this was out of the question because Wales didn’t have a 5 star hotel. So Hague went to see his mate Rocco Forte who had several hundred million quid on his hands after the Forte family lost out in the takeover battle against the Granada Group – and Hague asked him to build the St David’s Hotel. Of course Rocco Forte didn’t do this without a huge bribe – he received a grant of several million from the Cardiff Bay Development Corporation (see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’ for the lowdown on the CBDC). The Foreign  Office then agreed that the European Summit could scrape the barrel and drop in at Cardiff in 1998.

Not that the St David’s Hotel was built in time for the Summit, the Summit was actually held in Cathays Park – the Cardiff University buildings and the civic centre were all taken over for the week to host it. But at least Rocco Forte received millions of pounds to build a fantastic hotel that very few people in Wales can actually afford to stay in – but then that means it’s always available for the politicians and businessmen who do so well out of the taxes paid by the people who can’t afford to stay there themselves.

Hague – you and your mate Rocco must have known that the St David’s Hotel wouldn’t be finished in time for the summer of 1998, it was another year before it was finished. Did Rocco perhaps want to build an hotel in Cardiff anyway, so you thought up a way in which the tax payer would fund it?

Rhodri mentions that whilst he was FM, he was scrutinised by the Economic Development Committee, which was Chaired by Ron Davies. Ron resigned as Secretary of State for Wales after the Boogie business, but he didn’t actually go away, he remained as an AM for quite some time and then had to be effectively bribed to go away. I will be blogging the details of Ron’s exit arrangements soon.  Rhodri states that Ron remained seething about not being FM for a long time and allowed himself to be used by lobbyists for their own ends. Rhodri names Sir David Rowe-Beddoe as one such lobbyist. Rowe-Beddoe was Chair of the national embarrassment that was the WDA (see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’ for details of some of what Rowe-Beddoe was involved in), who along with Ron attempted to get the Trade and Export Promotion Unit in Rhodri’s Dept transferred to the WDA, although Rowe-Beddoe was supposed to have been working for Rhodri at the time.

What is clear is that everybody involved in business/economic development was fighting each other and using their knowledge of each others wrongdoing to ensure that huge amounts of money were channelled to their friends. Whilst they were doing this, they also duplicated each others work as they tried to build their own empires. Sadly none of them seemed to have any idea what they were doing – no wonder the business people that I knew during my years in Wales were tearing their hair out dealing with this bunch.

When I was a student I had a gardening job for a businessman who lived near me on Anglesey. I always found this man very pleasant and as far as I know he wasn’t a paedophiles’ friend – although I have found out that many people whom I always presumed were OK were involved in the most appalling conduct. Many years after I spent a summer working for this man he appeared on Welsh news having been fleeced by the WDA. The journo actually told him that he ‘had been rather naive’ to trust the WDA and my old associate explained aghast that he actually expected people to behave with a degree of integrity in business…

 

I heard two other people on the ‘Today’ programme this morning who know about the abuse of children and mental health patients but who have kept very quiet about it all.

I picked up the tail end of an interview with Paddy Pantsdown talking about regulation of the energy industry no less. Paddy was explaining that the population is well-educated and rather than state regulation of energy prices, ’empowered citizens’ can exercise a choice and thus the market can be regulated in that way. That would work if citizens were all well-educated – which they are not – and if politicians didn’t keep lying to the nation.

Paddy – you remained silent about Cyril Smith abusing children for years, which enabled him to carry on abusing them. You also worked with Dr Death, who knew about the most appalling criminal behaviour on the part of some of his Top Doctor colleagues. Did you warn anyone about this? No, you didn’t. If you didn’t warn people about this sort of criminality which resulted in yet more unsuspecting people being referred to Top Doctors who tried to traffick them into a sex abuse ring and more very vulnerable kids being taken into care and handed over to a gang of paedophiles, how can we trust you to give us the information that is needed to make ’empowered’ choices about purchasing energy?

Before being elected to Parliament, Paddy worked for the security services. The security services knew exactly what Peter Morrison, Dafydd et al were up to. They protected them, not their potential victims. Never mind advising us all on energy regulation Paddy, Brown and I would have really appreciated it if when we were 21 someone had just said to us ‘don’t ever go near those fucking Top Doctors again, they’re running a sex trafficking ring with connections to serious organised crime and witnesses have been found dead’. But no-one did – instead all those people who knew what they were doing not only dismissed our concerns but they pressurised me to go back and see the people traffickers…

You really could have warned us O Paddy of the Special Boat Service and High Representative of Bosnia and Herzegovia to whom people turn in a war because you’ve been a soldier – then at least we could have protected ourselves. I bet that you never sent your men into machine gun fire with no cover.

About an hour after Paddy dispensed his pearls, Owen Smith was interviewed, having been sacked from the Opposition front bench by Jeremy Corbyn yesterday. Owen’s been a naughty boy – he’s been talking about another EU referendum to try and overturn the result of the last one because the nation didn’t do what it was required and vote remain, so Jeremy has given him the boot.

I saw Owen speaking on a panel a few years ago and he was much brighter and more compos mentis than the drips who accompanied him, but the thing about Owen is that I don’t believe what he says. If Owen wanted, he could write a blog like this. Owen grew up in south Wales and his dad is a Labour historian who has worked at BBC Wales, the Universities of Cardiff, Swansea and Glamorgan and he is Chair of the Arts Council of Wales. Dai Smith knows as much about the paedophiles’ friends as I do and he’s given some of them money from the budget of the Arts Council of Wales. Owen is good mates with his dad, what Owen hasn’t picked up from elsewhere his dad will have told him.

Owen also knows all the funny little ways of the Top Doctors – he was previously an executive with Pfizer at a time when Pfizer was fiddling like there was no tomorrow. Pfizer must have liked Owen because they paid him a great deal of money.

Most intriguingly, Owen was Paul Murphy’s special advisor. In fact Owen was boasting about this on the radio this morning, telling the listeners about Murphy’s sterling work in N Ireland.

Owen – I can write lots about the wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends, the Top Doctors and  medical research/Big Pharma, because like you I’ve witnessed it. But I’d love to know what the basis of the deal that Blair and Paul Murphy thrashed out in N Ireland was – oh and who was the member of the Royal Family who was alleged to have been implicated in the Kincora Boys’ Home Scandal? Could you please start writing a blog asap?

 

Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…

A running theme throughout this blog has been how very inadequate many of those who assisted the paedophiles’ friends actually were and are – north Wales overflows with Angels/social workers/councillors/therapists and myriad others who, when they realise that there are lawyers to be consulted or publications to be written, shriek ‘I hope you’re not going to mention my name’ or when faced with highly incriminating evidence resort of course to the perennial favourite ‘we didn’t know’. Oh yes they did. The Pathetic Sharks remain pathetic even when they manage to crawl into a Parliament of some sort – hence Lesley Griffiths feels able to lecture wimmin aspiring to enter politics on how she used to feel nervous speaking in front of all the men but the good thing about being in politics is that you can help the mums and really get things done (see post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’).

The Pathetic Sharks have become noticeably desperate at certain times – these times correlate with the times where it looked likely that the wheels might come off the bandwagon and that the gaffe was about to be blown with regard to the extent of the wrongdoing and the number of people who were involved, as well of course as their seniority. Once the Pathetic Sharks’ anxiety had decreased when someone had been stuffed over, imprisoned or found dead, various rewards – including promotions and gongs – would be dished out.

I have done a lot of mapping of honours – including peerages – on this blog but I’m ashamed to say that I missed one of the most crucial – the knighting of Peter Morrison. Because of who his family were, I presumed that Peter Morrison inherited his title. He didn’t. Peter Morrison became Sir Peter Morrison as a result of a gesture by HM Queen Lilibet – in Feb 1991. Presumably the child molesting friend of Thatcher received this reward from Lilibet for having led Thatcher’s unsuccessful leadership campaign at the end of 1990, which led to her departure from No 10 – it was always alleged that Lilibet and Thatcher hated each other.

What was I doing when Lilibet touched the paedophile on the shoulder with a sword? Sitting in Springfield Hospital facing serious criminal charges after Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and his wife Dr Sadie Francis had perjured themselves – with the full knowledge of the BMA and MDU – whilst being denounced as ‘extremely dangerous’ after Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Prof Robert Bluglass had a word with Dr Robin Jacobson and Prof Nigel Eastman, who admitted in writing that they knew that Dafydd and co were abusing patients. Not only had I lost my job, but one of my former housemates from north Wales who knew some of what had happened up there was having the boot put into him by the Top Doctors whilst he worked for a pharmaceutical company in Kent and was gradually being forced out. Another friend who worked at the Royal Television Society who had also been a witness and who had wanted to make a film about north Wales was also in the process of being unlawfully dismissed. Her husband worked in the drama commissioning department at the BBC and had been told that they would make sure that he ‘never worked in this town again’ after he refused to accept a bribe. Weeks later he was transferred to Manchester – he was later made redundant. The Chairman of the BBC at the time of the attempted bribe was Thatcher’s mate Marmaduke Hussey and the DG was Thatcher’s other mate Michael Checkland.

So once it was considered that we had all been dealt with, Morrison could be knighted. The Pathetic Sharks got in a tizzy again just over a year later with the General Election looming, but a few more people’s lives were wrecked to keep them quiet. Gordon Anglesea began suing the people who’d dared to name him in the media as one of the paedophiles who was abusing kids in care in north Wales and just a few days after John Major had won the election, five more witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed when a firebomb was thrown into the flat where they had been invited to a party. One man who survived the fire was found dead sometime later after he had claimed that witnesses were being murdered and had given evidence in Court against John Allen (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

That firebomb certainly persuaded a great many people to keep quiet and to refuse to assist the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles in any way.

Interestingly enough, Gordon Anglesea’s libel case – which eventually took place in 1994 and resulted in him being awarded nearly £400k damages (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’) – took place at the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand. Which is where the hearing regarding the attempt to imprison me in spring 1991 took place – I was living back in north Wales by then, but was summoned down to the Strand, to one of the Courts next door to where Helena Kennedy was busy fighting for justice for Sara Thornton, at Sara’s first unsuccessful appeal – the Helena who was mates with Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’)…

So someone in the Royal Courts of Justice was obviously keen to help Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Shortly after Gordon Anglesea won his libel case at the end of 1994, Mark Humphreys – who had given evidence against him – was found dead.

The Pathetic Sharks were very busy in 1994.  The year didn’t start too well for them, because in January the Jillings Inquiry was launched to investigate the abuse of children in Clwyd – the Inquiry was Chaired by John Jillings, the former Director of Social Services for Derbyshire. Where there was a paedophile ring which had links with the one under investigation in north Wales. See post ‘It’s A Piece of Cake’ for details of the horrors of the child abuse in Clwyd and how the Jillings Report in full never actually got to see the light of day.

In 1994 Anglesea won his case, my friend’s husband had been forced out of his job at the BBC – the Chairman was still Marmaduke Hussey but by then the DG was Peter Mandelson’s mate John Birt – and Michael Howard at the Home Office finally ruined Mary Wynch (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). The small number of MPs who had been bellyaching about Mary’s case and who signed an Early Day Motion in 1992 in support of her went very quiet and were all eventually bought off with peerages, except for David Bellotti the Lib Dem who ran the campaign to support Mary – he lost his seat and never re-entered national politics. Alex Carlile was the last one who dared ask a question about Mary’s case – in April 1995. Carlile never mentioned Mary again. The Gov’t s expert on anti-terrorist legislation!

The Pathetic Sharks had good reason to panic in 1994 even if they had a safe pair of hands leading the Jillings Investigation – because Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson were standing trial at Chester Crown Court for abusing children in care in north Wales. Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, had been Peter Howarth’s boss when they had both worked at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead – Howarth was known to have abused children there as well. Arnold was appointed Head of Bryn Estyn in May 1973 and in Nov 1973 he offered Howarth a job there. On 9 June 1994 Matt Arnold died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. How true this was is anyone’s guess – the Top Doctors find it impossible to tell the truth on any matter relating to Dafydd and the paedophiles, including the cause of death and furthermore people who might be in danger of naming names have a tendency to conveniently die just before they might be asked to do this. Peter Howarth’s and Paul Wilson’s trial began four days later on 13 June 1994 – Howarth was convicted and sentenced to 10 years in prison. Wilson was acquitted of all charges.

Howarth died in HMP Wakefield in April 1997 – it was said of a heart attack. Which must have been a great relief to a great many people because it meant that he wouldn’t be around to throw a spanner in the works in the Waterhouse Inquiry which by then had opened and was about to start hearing evidence from the witnesses. Howarth was also out of the way just in time for Blair to become PM a couple of weeks later and not have to worry about Howarth popping up at some time in the future dropping a few people in it.

At the time that Matt Arnold had died and Howarth stood trial, the British Labour Party was without a permanent leader – because John Smith had died on 12 May 1994. Smith had a heart attack in his flat in the Barbican, was taken to Barts, but gosh the Top Doctors just couldn’t revive him – and Smith had only been on a tour of the Barts A&E Dept two weeks previously  because it was under threat of closure! For details – including of Dr Tony Francis’s interest in and reaction to John Smith’s death – see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’. (No-one is safe, I do keep telling people.) The acting Labour leader was Margaret Beckett, that harmless old lady who just loves to trundle off in her caravan and who became a national joke during the expenses scandal when it was revealed that she wasted a great deal of tax-payers money on a pergola on the grounds that she was Foreign Secretary and could not be found to be in possession of a sub-standard pergola. Although as Mark Steel remarked, it was highly unlikely that visiting Presidents were going to be so disgusted at the state of Beckett’s pergola that they would have been in danger of declaring war on Britain.

Margaret’s constituency is Derby South!

It was July 21 before the Labour Party acquired a new leader – Blair! Whose wife just happened to have been a mentor to so many of those radical lawyers who were involved with – or who were close to people who were involved with – the London boroughs responsible for kids in care who were being so brutally abused. One of Cherie’s pals is Max Beloff QC – who was the man who’s legal advice to the insurers of Clwyd County Council ensured that the Jillings Report was made available in full and unredacted to precisely no-one except for the lawyers and insurers of Clwyd County Council. Of course Blair himself had also been a barrister – he was George Carman’s junior – Carman, the most corrupt barrister in the UK who knew all about the paedophile gangs that were causing havoc in the nation’s social services, Carman who had been retained by Jimmy Savile (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’). Blair – who represented a constituency in the north east not a million miles away from Gateshead and who was mates with Ernest Armstrong, the former MP who had concealed what Howarth and Arnold had got up to in Gateshead before they had ever arrived in north Wales (see post ‘ The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

The Most Dangerous Man In The World however had not yet become PM – that role was still occupied by John Major who was encouraging everyone to get back to basics.

 

The Final Solution looked close on 13 July 1995 when Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his London home – he had stood down as the MP for Chester at the 1992 General Election. Morrison’s wiki page says that he died from a heart attack, but at the time no-one was quite sure how he died. He was only 51 and it was presumed that he had fallen – Gyles Brandreth, who succeeded Morrison’s seat – discusses it in his book. Not that a 51 year old man falling onto a soft expensive carpet usually results in death, but of course it was finally concluded that there really was nothing suspicious at all about the unexpected death of a not very old child molester who’s activities with Dafydd and the paedophiles had the potential to cause so much trouble that it was worth someone’s while murdering as many of the witnesses as possible.

In July 1995 my friend Brown – another witness to what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends – was forced out of his job at Aston University. The Vice-Chancellor of Aston was Sir Frederick Crawford, Thatcher’s henchman who was later the centre of a grade A row regarding his status as a Freemason when he was appointed Chairman of the Criminal Cases Review Commission. Crawford had an off the rails son who used to boast that he could always get out of trouble because of who his father was – he was found dead in a hotel in Israel.

Because people just would not stop banging on about the possibility of a paedophile ring at work in north Wales and Cheshire with links to Westminster, in May 1995 the Welsh Office – who had spent decades concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales with links to Westminster – appointed Nicola Davies QC in May 1995 to conduct a review of the paperwork concerned with the child abuse in north Wales. Nicola came with the finest credentials – she had defended many a Top Doctor in trouble, including those involved in the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which provided such a useful distraction from Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales just when they needed it (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Nicola found that no paperwork existed from since 1989! Well just fancy that.

Never mind Nicola, I’ve got 10,000 documents here – including paperwork from those missing years…

Nicola concluded that a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales was not needed – Nicola has since gone on to great things, including becoming Dame Nicola and the Presiding Judge of the Wales Circuit (see post ‘This Is What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’). Lord Hague of the Mother of All Cover-Ups, the Secretary of State for Wales, announced on Dec 11 1995 that a Public Inquiry was not justified.

Before Hague became Secretary of State for Wales, some rather curious things occurred with regard to that particular Gov’t position. John Redwood had held the post between 27 May 1993-26 June 1995. Then David Hunt was appointed – but only until 5 July 1995. Then Hague was appointed and remained in position until Blair won the election in May 1997.

David Hunt was an old lag where the Welsh Office was concerned – he been a junior Minister and was then Secretary of State between May 1990-May 1993. Thus Hunt was the man who had to deal with the dysfunctional idiocy of Gwynedd Health Authority back in 1989, when the Authority was effectively bankrupt and was failing to deliver even the most basic of services (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’). Hunt was then Welsh Secretary throughout the years of attempts to imprison me, the years of me and my friends being hounded out of jobs – and he was in post when that firebomb killed five witnesses.

Hunt’s talents were called upon once again just at the time that Dafydd was allowed to ‘retire’ without any of the serious complaints about him being followed up – and with the contract to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). Hunt was also at the scene when those lies were told in 1995 about the North Wales Hospital closing down – part of it had remained open with the knowledge of virtually no-one.

Hague did of course have a change of heart regarding a Public Inquiry a few months later and in 1996 he announced the Waterhouse Inquiry. Presumably now that Morrison and Matt Arnold were dead, Dafydd was being given money and customers to keep him in business and Howarth was safely in prison, Hague was happy to tie up the loose ends with an entirely rigged Inquiry, Chaired by a man who was a personal friend of many of those who had held senior positions whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles had been allowed to do whatever they wanted. Someone else was dead as well by the time that Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry – the young man featured in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’, who had detailed knowledge of a family which included a child sex offender, who had entered into a corrupt deal with Gwynedd Social Services, the Gwynedd Councillor Dafydd Orwig, the North Wales Housing Association and a former police officer Jo Bott, in order to fleece and frame a innocent person who had knowledge of the offences committed by members of this family as well as of Dafydd and the paedophiles. The young man was hit by a lorry and killed near Bethesda in 1995.

 

The Pathetic Sharks had actually been busy at the very beginning of 1994, just after the launch of the Jillings Investigation, but it is only recently that someone pointed this out to me. I did notice the event when it occurred, but I had no idea that it had any connection to Dafydd and the paedophiles. In Feb 1994 I was standing at the bus stop in Rachub near Bethesda with my friend when an old bloke – who was universally known as ‘that dirty old man who lives in Water Street’ – came out of the shop in a state of great excitement, shoved his newspaper under the nose of my friend saying ‘Christ look at this’ and showed us a headline about a Tory MP who had been found dead wearing nought but stockings and suspenders. It really made the dirty old man’s day and I expect that the Sun made a packet out of it as well.

On 7 Feb 1994 Stephen Gilligan, the Tory MP for Eastleigh was found dead in his house in Chiswick. Stephen was found by Vera Taggart, who was variously described as his secretary, his cleaner and his housekeeper. Stephen was found naked except for a pair of stockings and suspenders, had an electrical flex around his neck, a black bin liner over his head and a segment of orange in his mouth. No drugs, alcohol or any other substances were found in Stephen’s body. Those close to Stephen maintained that he had been murdered in circumstances designed to smear him. The pathologist involved in the case concluded that Stephen had died as a result of auto-erotic asphyxiation.

The forensic pathologist who performed the post mortem on Stephen Milligan and who maintained that Milligan died from auto-erotic asphyxiation was Dr Iain West, a Home Office pathologist.

West graduated from Edinburgh University in 1967 and his first job was at Addenbrookes Hospital in Cambridge – he worked as a pathologist at Addenbrookes until 1974. Baroness Jean Trumpington – who when she was a junior Health Minister appointed Jimmy Savile to his management position at Broadmoor – wielded a great degree of influence at Addenbrookes (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). In 1974 West relocated to St Thomas’s and then in 1978 he began working at Guy’s, where he remained until he retired in 1998. He became Head of Dept in 1984 and remained there after Guy’s merged with St Thomas’s.

West’s obituaries described him as ‘larger than life’ who’s death was ‘untimely’. It was noted that ‘some of his conclusions about cases were controversial’ – as indeed was his conclusion regarding the manner in which Stephen Milligan had died ie. that he had died as a result of auto-erotic asphyxiation. Segments of orange are allegedly used by people with a penchant for auto-erotic asphyxiation to overcome the unpleasant fumes of amyl nitrate which is often used in the practice – yet there was no trace of amyl nitrate found in or near Milligan. It is unlikely that he’d have just been sucking on a piece of orange whilst hanging himself to pass the time of day. Milligan’s friends and people who did not believe that he had died in the manner assumed by Iain West maintained that he had been killed by a third party who wanted to smear his character.

Immediately prior to his death, Milligan had been upset about a TV programme that had been screened about employment in Eastleigh which he felt had shown the constituency in a negative light and had tarnished his image. In the wake of his death John Major made comments about Milligan having obviously been a very unhappy man. There was no evidence of this at all – Milligan was upset about the TV programme, but he wasn’t suicidal or depressed. He was engaged to Julie Kirkbride, a political journalist for the Sunday Telegraph who later became the Tory MP for Bromsgrove – although there have been allegations that Stephen was gay and had entered into a convenient arrangement with Julie for political purposes – and had been active in the Commons right up to his death.

Milligan however had been party to a great deal of information that a great many people would not have wanted made public. He was PPS to Jonathan Aitken, who was Minister of State for Defence Procurement. Aitken had been busy in 1993 with his dodgy deals with Saudi arms traders in the Ritz in Paris, about which he later lied – it was this that eventually resulted in his conviction for perjury in 1997 and his subsequent imprisonment. Aitken was associated with some odd and unsavoury people who claimed to have links with the security services, including Alan Clark, who were members of a group called Le Cercle (see post ‘Their Trade Is Fuckwittery’). Aitken lived in Lord North Street, as did Sir Peter Morrison – who was one of the MPs who was participating in the gay sex parties which were the subject of rumours swirling around Westminster after Milligan’s death.

People close to Milligan also alleged that he knew of plans to stop the footballer Justin Fashanu going public regarding his claims to have participated in gay sex with two senior Cabinet Ministers.

Iain West worked for the Home Office – a hive of corruption both at the time of Milligan’s death when Michael Howard was Home Secretary and for many years previously as scandal after scandal was covered-up, particularly with regard to the organised abuse of children in north Wales and elsewhere. Dr Donald Wayte worked as a Home Office pathologist at the same time – Wayte presided over the lunacy in north Wales, felt able to make comments in public for which he had absolutely no evidence at all and allowed local schoolchildren to accompany him on his duties at work. Wayte’s wife Avril sits on the Board of Dafydd’s charity CAIS, along with the other paedophiles’ friends. Unless she has now retired, Avril presides over the chaos which is the pathology service at the Betsi. Donald Wayte was the pathologist in the 1996 Sophie Hook murder case, which resulted in the imprisonment of Howard Hughes, a former resident of both Bryn Estyn and Garth Angharad – many people are convinced that Hughes is the victim of a major miscarriage of justice. The Home Office had also colluded with Dafydd’s fast and loose prescribing of just about anything on earth for years, whilst Bing Spear – who was clearly corrupt and probably an addict himself – led the Home Office’s Drugs Branch (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

At the time of Milligan’s death and in the following months, Dafydd was regularly appearing in the media – both locally and nationally – being touted as an expert on substance abuse, spouting nonsense about being ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’ and telling the world how the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was ‘unique’. Which I suppose it was, not even the Maudsley had a dungeon in which to imprison the victims of a paedophile gang, but Dafydd didn’t ever explain that it was that which was the unique aspect of Denbigh.  Dafydd was wheeled out on the Kane Debates to discuss the serious problem of Cannabis Psychosis, he popped up on Kilroy – sharing his seat with Kilroy’s buttock –  and he was on S4C virtually every week . For one S4C programme, the cameraman actually got into the cockpit of Dafydd’s light aircraft with him and filmed Biggles being interviewed in the skies above north Wales. We were pissing ourselves in our house every time that we saw one of these ludicrous programmes – we were so busy laughing at the nation’s media giving airtime to this mad old bugger who was engaged in a grade A battle with Gwynedd Health Authority because he had become too embarrassing even for them and they were trying to force him to retire, that we missed the safety risks involved when the cameraman went up in the skies with Dafydd. Dafydd crashed his car virtually every time that he drove over to Denbigh and he kept crashing that plane as well – who on earth deemed him fit to keep his pilot’s licence? For further details of the idiocy that escalated as Dafydd fought against retirement and the closure of Denbigh, please see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’

West’s Guardian obituary observed that ‘his findings…extended into the political world’. West certainly was asked to take on cases of the utmost political sensitivity and he acted for both the defence and prosecution in numerous murder cases.

West’s cases included: Robert Maxwell, Tyra Henry, WPC Yvonne Fletcher and Jill Dando. It was West who performed the second autopsy on Cap’n Bob and discovered some torn muscles in his back – demonstrating that Maxwell had clung onto his yacht at some point when going overboard and thus it was concluded that he wasn’t pushed. West was commissioned by an insurance company who stood to pay out £20 million if Maxwell’s death was other than an accident or murder. West concluded that it was suicide. The combination of Robert Maxwell, an insurance company, and a Top Doctor attached to the most elite medical school in the UK which does exactly what the powerful tell it to do who also works for the Home Office – Maxwell died in Nov 1991 when the Home Secretary was Kenneth Baker – suggests that we will never get to the truth. Tyra Henry was the baby who died in the care of Lambeth Borough Council whilst Paul Boateng’s wife Janet and her colleagues at Lambeth Social Services tied themselves up in knots with the politics of race. Yvonne Fletcher was killed by shots fired from the Libyan Embassy and her death precipitated a diplomatic crisis which eventually led to a bombing raid on Libya carried out from US air bases in the UK. Jill Dando’s death resulted in a serious miscarriage of justice after a service user was fitted up, despite being at a day centre some four miles away when she was killed by what was clearly a professional assassin. The more recent rumours regarding the killer’s motive have revolved around Jill having knowledge of a VIP paedophile ring involving people from the BBC. Jill’s Crimewatch colleague Sue Cook had a close friendship with George Carman, the most corrupt barrister in the UK – and Blair’s former boss – who knew all about VIP sex rings in north Wales and elsewhere (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’).

West’s most high profile case was that of the death of Kenya’s Foreign Minister, Dr Robert Ouko. Knacker of the Yard was sent out to Kenya to investigate and West’s opinion was sought.

West was also involved in the King’s Cross fire investigation and the genocide perpetrated by Saddam Hussein – the one which the UK didn’t take a great deal of notice of at the time, although Blair suddenly started banging on about it some years later when he went to war with Iraq because George Dubya Bush told him to.

Iain West’s advice was sought when the IRA blew the Tories up in the Grand Hotel in Brighton and in the cases of the London Harrods bombing and and the Hyde Park bombing.

The Telegraph’s obituary of Iain West stated that he ‘was always scrupulously honest and would never alter his evidence to fit a scenario’. In fact West was so fantastic at working out the scenario, that in some of his cases the criminals who were later fingered for the murders confessed to exactly the same scenario that West had predicted! Things went embarrassingly wrong with the business of Jill Dando obviously, but her fiance is now Top Doctor to Buck House so there’s been a happy ending and more importantly one which ensures that he’s not going to ask any difficult questions.

Iain West was called upon to advise on the Clapham Rail Disaster in 1988 and he made a number of safety recommendations. So that will explain why in 1999 he was called upon once more to advise the Paddington Rail Disaster.

West was President Elect of the British Association of Forensic Medicine and a member of the Home Office Policy Advisory Board for Forensic Pathology. In the years before his death in 2001, West expressed concern about the parlous nature of UK forensic pathology – so he obviously didn’t notice the presence of Donald Wayte for several decades or notice that he himself had been leading the profession for several decades. It was thus only reasonable that West Chaired the working party ‘Towards A Unified Forensic Pathology Service for England and Wales’ when the Home Office set up a review of forensic pathology services.

Whilst West worked at Guy’s he established a computerised database regarding forensic cases for use as a reference source for lawyers, police forces and pathologists. No doubt many people found it very useful when they wanted a bit of guidance as to who to fit up in the event of a body being found.

Iain West lived in East Sussex – not a million miles away from Brighton. John Allen trafficked children who had been abused at the Bryn Alyn Community to brothels which he owned in Brighton and the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal who were killed by a firebomb in 1992 died at a party in a flat in Brighton. John Allen had told one of the party goers that he would see them there, but he didn’t turn up (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Keith Best, the Tory MP for Ynys Mon, 1979-87 and barrister who was a Minister in the Welsh Office who assisted in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles, was born in Brighton, went to Brighton College and was a Brighton Borough Councillor, 1976-80. Just for good measure, Dafydd’s mate Professor Jim Watson worked at Guys and St Thomas’s at the same time as Iain West.

Iain West’s hobby was firearms and shooting.

West’s first boss and the man who inducted him into the ways of forensic pathology was Prof Austin Gresham, who spent his whole career at Cambridge. Gresham was a Home Office pathologist who was involved in the memorable case of Julie Ward, a young woman who disappeared whilst on safari in Kenya in Sept 1988. The Julie Ward case was seriously weird. She was last seen on Sept 6 1988 – the Kenyan authorities claimed that she had been killed by lions. Julie disappeared on the Masai Mara game reserve and there were concerns expressed that the Kenyan authorities were reluctant to admit that she might have been murdered because of their fears that their tourist industry would incur damage. Which could well have been true. However, Julie’s father John – a Suffolk business man with a great deal of money to spare – maintained that he did not believe what he was being told and he flew to Kenya himself to conduct his own investigation.

On Sept 13 1988 John Ward found Julie’s remains, in a remote area of the Masai Mara reserve and those remains were given to Gresham to examine. Gresham’s conclusion was that Julie’s body had been dismembered with a machete, doused in petrol and set alight. He maintained that her bones had sharp cuts upon them, rather than gnaw marks – thus she had been murdered not killed by animals.

The whole case was a diplomatic nightmare for the British Gov’t – Kenya was desperate not to have a collapsing tourist industry on its hands and Thatcher’s Gov’t wanted to maintain good relations with the Kenyan Gov’t. The President at the time was Daniel arap Moi – there was much evidence that his regime was guilty of serious human rights abuses.

While the explanations given by the Kenyan authorities regarding Julie’s death did seem somewhat outlandish – it was also suggested that she had committed suicide or had even been killed by lightening whilst up a tree causing her body fell to the ground which was chewed by the lions – there is something gobsmackingly obvious that no-one mentioned. John Ward – an hotelier – flew to Kenya and after a matter of days found Julie’s remains in a remote area of the game reserve. Just like that. There was no mention of a finger tip search involving scores of police, sniffer dogs et al. He just went there and hey presto, found Julie’s body. Searching the Masai Mara will not be like having a root around in one’s vegetable patch – there is quite a lot of the Masai Mara. Furthermore, Ward will have had to negotiate the lions, cheetahs, giraffes, zebras, wildebeests – who might even have been migrating or something – hyenas, elephants, leopards and a great many other things including David Attenborough and his film crew. How did Ward know that the burnt bones were those of Julie? A heap of burnt bones are not that recognisable – that is how the likes of Gresham make a living at doing things with them and drawing conclusions.

The death of Julie Ward was one of those stories that ran and ran. In 1992, two park rangers were tried for Julie’s murder and acquitted. In 1998, the head park warden was put on trial and acquitted.

Allegations and counter-allegations have flown back and forth. It was alleged that one coroner’s report was altered to disguise the cuts in Julie’s bones. John Ward maintained that the British authorities obstructed his attempts to achieve justice and it was said that a report compiled by Jon Stoddard, the Chief Constable of Lincolnshire, which heavily criticised the FCO and the British High Commission in Kenya, was suppressed on National Security grounds, because it ‘shamed’ Britain.

In 2004 an inquest in Britain returned an verdict of unlawful killing. Dr Peter Dean, the Greater Suffolk coroner, maintained that there had been a ‘blatant and astonishingly clumsy cover-up’. In the same year, a former Kenyan intelligence officer – who had previously been the chief suspect for Julie’s murder himself – claimed that he had witnessed Julie being raped and murdered by three men.

In Oct 2009 John Yates, the head of the Met’s anti-terrorism squad paid a visit to Kenya to make further inquiries about Julie’s death. Julie’s death is not thought to have been linked to terrorism, but Yates’s previous role was in the Met’s Special Crime Directorate and he had responsibility for certain murder cases. John Yates was ‘Yates of the Yard’ who became famous for heading the ‘Cash for Honours’ investigation. It was said that human DNA from the murder scene – thought to be that of the attacker – had been identified. Furthermore, a new witness approached John Ward through his lawyer who maintained that the burnt remains were placed in the remote area of the Masai Mara where John Ward discovered them to throw investigators off the scent of the murder site.

I’m not sure how the ground lies at present with regard to the investigation into Julie’s death – even a few years ago, John Ward had already spent the best part of one million investigating and had made 100 trips to Kenya.

Much as I sympathise with Mr Ward and I can absolutely accept that he wasn’t convinced by the Kenyan authorities explanations for his daughter’s death, I’m not sure that anything else can be believed either – not the convenient discovery of bones in the middle of Africa which just happened to be those of Julie or the word of coroners or senior police officers who tend not to disagree with powerful people or institutions.

The one person whom I also believe could have been guaranteed not to tell the whole truth was Austin Gresham. This was a Top Doctor working for the Home Office whilst Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary – victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales were being framed and sent to prison or high security hospitals (see post ‘ Security, Security’) and documentation was being fabricated by the Home Office as well as by the Dafydd, the paedophiles’ friends and the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Just weeks before Julie had disappeared, Professors Robert Owen, Robert Bluglass  and Dr Colin Berry had conspired and lied to conceal the criminal activity of Dafydd, Tony Francis and the paedophiles (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).  Furthermore Gresham worked at Addenbrookes, an institution over which Thatcher’s junior Health Minister Trumpers – who by then had installed Jimmy Savile as the manager of Broadmoor – wielded considerable influence (see post ’95 Glorious Years’). If there was one thing that the Top Doctors do not do in politically charged cases it is to tell the truth.

There is something else about Gresham that would ensure that he was compromised. Gresham was born in Wrexham and went to school there, at Grove Park School. Bang in the middle of the paedophiles and the paedophiles’ friends’ territory. Gresham went onto Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge and then to King’s College Hospital for his clinical training.

Austin Gresham published ‘A Colour Atlas Of Forensic Pathology’, a gory compilation of photos of the corpses of people who had met a sticky end, as well as photos of severed limbs, body parts and maggot infested cadavers. This was the book that inspired the Britart movement of the 1980s and 90s, including Damien Hirst’s installation ‘The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Someone Living’ – more popularly known as ‘The Dead Shark’…

When Iain West relocated to Guy’s in 1978, the Head of Dept was Professor Keith Mant. Mant had been involved in the investigation of Nazi war crimes after WWII, including the human medical experiments, particularly those carried out at Ravensbruck. When Mant returned to England he worked at St Mary’s Paddington and was then offered a job at Guy’s by Keith Simpson, the Professor of Forensic Medicine – who also had a Harley Street practice. Mant became Head of Dept when Simpson retired in 1972.

Simpson was born in Brighton, his father was a GP and Simpson attended Brighton, Hove and Sussex Grammar School, so he got off to a flying start in terms of future potential for assisting the paedophiles’ friends. Simpson was a Home Office pathologist who was involved in making history on a number of occasions. He was involved in the case of the 1949 Acid Bath Murders committed by John George Haigh and in the 1966 murder case of George Cornell by Ronnie Kray. However I am impressed by the number of controversial cases or miscarriages of justice that Simpson was involved with – he was certainly at the centre of the action.

In 1956 Simpson acted for the MDU in the defence of Dr John Bodkin Adams who was acquitted of murdering one of his patients, although Bodkin Adams was tried for murdering more than one of his patients. Harriet Harman’s dad Dr John Harman gave evidence for the defence, although he didn’t have a great deal of experience of the matters that he was giving expert evidence about. In 1961 Simpson was involved in the James Hanratty ‘A6 murders’, resulting in a conviction and death sentance which worried a great many people even back then. In 1974 Keith Simpson was invited to re-examine the pathology findings after Bloody Sunday – Simpson’s findings were remarkably helpful to the Gov’t. Many years later the Saville Inquiry did not substantiate Simpson’s findings. In 1974 Simpson also worked on the case of Sandra Rivett, the nanny who was murdered by Lord Lucan. In 1982 Simpson was involved in the Roberto Calvi case. Calvi was the former Vatican’s banker who was found hanging under Blackfriars Bridge. A verdict of suicide was returned which was believed by virtually no-one. Calvi’s family were and remain convinced that he was murdered and Private Eye publicised the case for years.

Simpson might have missed all the organised gangs abusing and trafficking children in care, but the NSPCC – which colluded with that abuse and trafficking – really loved him because in the 1960s Simpson was a pioneer in the field of ‘battered baby syndrome’.

Simpson died in 1985. In June 2012 Simpson was honoured for his many years loyal service of drawing whatever conclusions were most helpful to the Home Secretary of the day by a Westminster City Council Green Plaque being stuck on the front of his former residence at 1 Weymouth Street – which is just down the road from where Bridget Mason’s famous Fertility Clinic Of The Flying Sperm was located (see post ‘Every Sperm Is Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’).

Keith Simpson contributed to a famous miscarriage of justice that his successor Keith Mant gained kudos from undoing – the 1972 murder of the mixed race transvestite Maxwell Confait, which resulted in the imprisonment of the Catford Three who alleged police brutality as well as a stitch up. Their convictions were quashed by Lord Justice Scarman in 1975 sitting in the Court of Appeal, who accepted that Keith Simpson had missed ‘obvious evidence’ concerning the time of death. Somehow I doubt that was the first time that Simpson had missed obvious evidence if it failed to point the finger of suspicion at the appropriate person.

Simpson’s successor Keith Mant’s talents as a Top Doctor were not inherited in the way in which so many of his colleagues inherited theirs via the Top Doctor gene that is known to be passed on through parental DNA. Keith Mant’s own genetic loading was very strongly in favour of him becoming a lawyer – Mant’s father was a solicitor, the 10th generation of his family to become a lawyer to be precise. So where Keith Mant’s tendency to don a white coat and a stethoscope came from I cannot imagine.

Mant learnt well at the knee of Simpson however, despite that blip involving Maxwell Confait. Mant’s cases included Blair Peach, who was on an anti-NF march when he was bashed on the head by a member of the Metropolitan Police’s Special Patrol Group. Mant was on safe ground when he revealed that the damage inflicted upon Blair Peach’s head was caused by something a lot heavier than a truncheon, because the SPG had all removed their identifying numbers and covered their faces anyway before one of them killed Blair Peach and then they all refused to squeal on the guilty party (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Another of Mant’s cases was that of Bobby Sands, one of the IRA prisoners who starved himself to death in the Maze.

Keith Mant retired in 1984 although he continued to take  commissions after his retirement.

The excellent thing about pathologists who work on murders and acquire a name for themselves for producing the right conclusions for the Gov’t of the day, is that if one day a Prime Minister is elected who needs to build his power base upon the cover-up of a vicious paedophile ring in the recent past and that Prime Minister just happens to be married to a ‘human rights lawyer’ who knows the reputations and histories of all the pathologists, that knowledge will prove invaluable. Even if the human rights lawyer in question is a bit batty, feels threatened by Anji Hunter and seeks advice from an even battier lifestyle guru who’s boyfriend is a crook.

 

My post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’ noted how in 2011 a substantial number of unlikely people found themselves as AMs, despite not previously having shown much desire to bag a seat in the Assembly. It is very obvious that these people were fulfilling roles as reinforcements for the paedophiles’ friends as the demands for a re-investigation of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal would not disappear. The influx of reinforcements for the paedophiles’ friends took place over a period of several years.

Dr Mohammed Mehmet previously of Peterborough and Islington Councils arrived in Denbighshire County Council supposedly on a temporary basis but found himself being appointed as Chief Executive in 2007 – he departed in a hurry for some unknown reason not so long ago.

Somebody else who suddenly graced with north Wales with his presence was Tal Michael, who gave up a life of glamour in senior roles in London Councils to arrive with his family on the north Wales coast during that period of time which saw the influx of reinforcements. Tal is of course the son of Alun Michael, who was ordered by Blair to get his arse in gear and become Wales’s FM after Ron Davies had been caught on Clapham Common with Boogie (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’), because under no circumstances was Wales to be allowed to have Rhodri Morgan as FM. I don’t know what Blair was worrying about, every one of them was keeping schtum about Dafydd and the paedophiles, it’s not as if Rhodri was going to blow the whistle on anyone, he kept giving the paedophiles’ friends jobs as Health Ministers. Rhodri got the job that he couldn’t do very well but that his mum said that he’d always wanted (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) in the end anyway – because as soon as the Waterhouse Report was published, Alun Michael resigned as FM (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Presumably the job had been done. He must have felt a bit like Lou on Eastenders years ago, where once she’d sorted her family out as much as she could, what with Arthur stealing the Christmas Club money, having a nervous breakdown and being sectioned by Dr Legge and then going to prison and Chelle having a secret abortion and Lofty having a big row with her, Lou said to everyone ‘well that’s you lot sorted out, I can go now’. The Fowlers thought that Lou was just going to bed, but she went upstairs and died.

Didn’t Dirty Den get shot by a gun concealed in a bunch of daffodils at one point? I do hope that Dafydd didn’t watch that episode, he doesn’t need to be inspired.

So Alun Michael died his death – but unfortunately he re-appeared in the form of South Wales’s Police and Crime Commissioner and is still there. Furthermore Tal turned up.

I encountered Tal at an IWA meeting where he had a disagreement with me about the results of some polling predictions. I told Tal that polling predictions cannot always be believed and Tal reassured me that this one could. Er Tal – perhaps you don’t remember all that but I did have a quiet snigger to myself when the poll that you had staked your hopes on turned out to be wrong.

Tal didn’t seem to have a job to go to in north Wales, so he didn’t delay with his job search. I doubt that he went on the computer at the Job Centre or joined the Job Club – obviously those are things that other people do. Tal got on his bike and looked for a job and landed himself one as Chairman of the North Wales Police Authority. HOW I’d be most interested to know. Who wrote his reference? Blair? When it was announced that the Authority was to be abolished with the advent of elected Police and Crime Commissioners, Tal immediately resigned from his job and stated his intention to run for election as North Wales’s Police and Crime Commissioner. I saw Tal canvasing in Wrexham and he’d been rash enough to have the slogan ‘Tough On Crime, Tough On The Causes Of Crime’ printed in large letters on his leaflets. Tal – Wales really wants to forget about Blair, particularly after the nation dodged a bullet when Ron was caught with Boogie before Blair imposed your dad on everyone.

Tal wasn’t elected – so Wales escaped the nightmare of the Michael Mafia running the entire police force in Wales. What Wales was saddled with wasn’t a great improvement – Winston Roddick was the first Commissioner to be elected for North Wales, a man who grew up in Caernarfon, then became a policeman in Liverpool who later metamorphosed into the sort of barrister whom the paedophiles’ friends really love. Roddick was the first Counsel General for Wales after the Welsh Assembly was established in 1998. So he was in place in time for the Waterhouse Report. The next Commissioner who is still in post is just as much of a nightmare – Arfon Jones, the paedophiles’ bestest friend who was the man who chauffeured Gordon Anglesea to the venues where Anglesea molested youngsters in care.

Tal also had a go at becoming the Labour MP for Ynys Mon, but that didn’t work either. Tal’s twitter account currently simply states that he’s living in beautiful north Wales. Obviously still seeking opportunities to assist Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends.

Another person who turned up in Wales at the time when the paedophiles’ friends were in need was Geraint Davies. Geraint Davies has been the Labour MP for Swansea West since 2010. Davies was the Labour MP for Croydon Central, 1997-05, although he first stood as a Labour candidate for in 1987 – so he was selected whilst Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party.

Davies’s father was a civil servant from Aberystwyth and his mother’s family were from Swansea. He was brought up in Cardiff, went to Llanishen High School and then to Jesus College, Oxford. In 1982 Davies became a Unilever Group Product Manager. In my previous posts I discussed how Professor Fergus Lowe of Bangor University’s School of Psychology built his considerable empire by holding numerous people over a barrel regarding their knowledge of the organised child abuse and associated wrongdoing in north Wales in particular – although Fungus also knew about George Thomas’s molesting in south Wales and much else besides – thus extracting substantial research funds out of various bodies. Fungus was very good at this, not being a Pathetic Shark himself but rather, as Brown described him, ‘a highly effective shit’. Fungus’s first big achievement was extracting an absolutely enormous grant from Unilever! It was the Unilever dosh that footed the bill for the Brigantia Building at Bangor University – and the deal was done in the 1980s as well. Fungus was part of a much bigger team and he systematically screwed them all over by holding negotiations with Unilever without their knowledge and smearing them in order to ensure that they were then frozen out. Eventually Fungus was the only one left and no doubt all he had to do was whisper the words ‘George Thomas…Speaker of the House…Thatcher…Peter Morrison…Buck House…Dafydd Alun Jones…Denbigh…sex parties with elderly Westminster paedophiles and kids in care…Jimmy Savile…’ and instead of kicking Fungus in the knackers and bringing him down, the Pathetic Shark will have got the cheque book out.

Is that not pretty much what happened Geraint?

Fungus could well have had an awful lot on Geraint. Warlingham Park Hospital was located near Croydon and the brutality towards patients there was so great that some patients died and a number of staff were imprisoned for the rape and assault of patients. My post ‘A Trade In People – Between London and North Wales’ describes how in the 1980s a widowed mother of teenaged children died in suspicious circumstances in Warlingham Park and when her children asked too many questions they were sectioned – and taken to Warlingham Park. Once there, the teenaged girl was forced to make allegations that her brother had raped her and there was then an attempt to force him to sign a confession to the rape that they both told me did not happen, as part of a grand scheme to have the brother banged up in a high security hospital. The teenagers spent the best part of a year drugged up in Warlingham Park and whilst they were there a group of crooked doctors and lawyers fleeced them of most of their inheritance. This gang of crooks then packed them off to Bethesda – although they had never even visited Wales before – where local people were told by the police not to have anything to do with them because they were paedophiles. There was an attempt to arrest them within days of them arriving in Bethesda.

Geraint was the Assistant Secretary of Croydon North East Labour Party, the Chair of Croydon Constituency Labour Party, a Councillor for Croydon Borough Council from 1986, the Chair of the Housing Committee in 1994 and then the Leader of the Council in 1996. Geraint was the Chair of the Housing Committee of the London Borough Association, 1996-97.

Geraint could not have missed what was going on in Warlingham Park Hospital. Just to add to the fun, Geraint was a member of the union MSF. The MSF reps at St George’s Hospital Medical School were corrupt and colluded with serious wrongdoing in order to advance their own positions and I suspect that this was happening in other NHS institutions as well. In 1985 Geraint joined the GMB, another union which ignored and concealed serious malpractice and abuse of vulnerable people in the NHS (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’).

By the mid 1990s I expect the Pathetic Shark Geraint had begun to nibble at a few even more Pathetic Sharks and thus his career in politics began to take off. Although he managed to get elected in Croydon Central, he lost the seat in 2005. He didn’t stay twiddling his thumbs for long though, he was selected to contest the seat of Swansea West when Alan Williams who had held the seat for 45 years retired.

Geraint has been a busy bee in the Commons, during the years that he represented Croydon Central as well as in his capacity as the MP for Swansea West.

In 2003-05 Geraint was the NSPCC Parliamentary Ambassador after he proposed legislation to stop childminders smacking children and to allow parents to see the records of complaints about prospective childminders concerning child safety. The Gov’t subsequently adopted these proposals. Geraint proposed reams of legislation after this success, including: outlawing striking children across the head or with implements or shaking children; banning advertising junk food to children; including nutrition in OFSTED responsibilities; penalising credit card companies if they have been used to pay for downloading child porn; ensuring that patients going for counselling are only treated by qualified practitioners and banning sexual grooming and sexual activity between patients and practitioners; regulating the amount of sugar in food and drink; measures regarding revenge porn; the banning of the advertising of electronic cigarettes.

That’s quite a record for the man who gave Fungus millions in return for keeping quiet about a sex trafficking ring with links to serious organised crime in Europe, which ensured that Dafydd and his dungeon remained in action.

Geraint represents Wales on the Council of Europe, where among many other things he has spoken about FGM. I expect that Geraint wants Prosecutions. Probably of Somalis.

Geraint is a member of the Welsh Affairs Committee – he has spoken about rape victims.

The Daily Telegraph named Geraint as one of the worst offenders in the expenses scandal. In 2004-05, his staff and office costs were the highest of any MP. Geraint’s explanation for this was that he was the hardest working MP. He claimed over £20k for a central London 12 miles away from his constituency home and also claimed taxi expenses that he was not eligible to claim for. He claimed £38,750 on postage. Geraint also spruced up his kitchen at a cost of £2,285 and his living room at a cost of £1,500 and charged the lot to the tax payer.

When Geraint was selected for Swansea West he was strongly endorsed by the previous incumbent of 45 years standing, Alan Williams, as well as by Andrew Davies the AM for Swansea West, 1999-11.

Alan Williams was MP for Swansea West, 1964-10. Williams was born in Caerphilly, went to Cardiff High School for Boys, then to Cardiff College of Technology and Commerce and then to University College Oxford. He lectured at the Welsh College of Advanced Technology and then worked in broadcasting and journalism. Williams held a number of Ministerial positions under Harold Wilson and then Jim Callaghan. Williams is constantly described as a man who fiercely defended the interests of his constituents and Swansea, who was a ‘forensic inquisitor’ and who went for the jugular on matters such as malpractice in the WDA, waste in the Royal Household such as the excessive cost of the Royal Yacht and the Royal Train and in 1993-94 got his teeth into Gov’t expenditure on the Malaysian Pergau Dam. Yet these were all very easy targets. The WDA was a national embarrassment and became synonymous with crooks and spivs – furthermore Margaret Thatcher promoted it, so exposing malpractice in the WDA never took that much courage. Wales is not quite as Republican as some would have us believe, there are plenty of fans of the Royal Family in Wales, but even so the Royal Family splashing out on things like their yacht and their train did cause them to come under fire – once again Williams wasn’t putting his neck on the line by having a go at this. The Pergau Dam was a completely disreputable scam perpetrated by Douglas Hurd (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’) so it won’t have been difficult to have aimed a few shots at that. Williams’s shameless toadying to Blair at Blair’s final PMQs was an example to us all.

Williams’s constituency covered the more affluent area of Swansea which included Swansea University.There were huge problems at that University which culminated in allegations of corruption involving the Vice-Chancellor Richard Davies and there was a major – although unsuccessful – effort to remove Davies, which included representation to the University Visitor ie. HM the Queen. Alan Williams doesn’t seem to have made much of a fuss about that, although depts with good reputations were closed down on a whim and academics with sound reputations lost their jobs – a number of them had to leave Wales to find new jobs.

Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain who presided over chaos and research fraud at St George’s Hospital Medical School as well as colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles and Lord Brian Flowers who presided over similar matters at Imperial College both had connections with Swansea University/Swansea (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’).

Alan Williams was obviously considered useful by someone though. Whilst Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party, Williams was Shadow Secretary of State for Wales, July 1987-Jan 1989. Which was whilst Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were all doing our best to raise concerns about the criminality in north Wales associated with Dafydd and the paedophiles. Alison and I were writing to Ministers – Alison even personally contacted Thatcher in January 1987 and told her that she had witnessed the abuse of children in care and Mary had won her legal battle against Dafydd after her appeal to the Master of the Rolls which had made legal history and headlines in the London-based media. Fungus had struck his terrible deal with Unilever which ensured everyone’s silence and massive funding for the Bangor University School of Psychology – which continued to use Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital to train clinical psychologists. I and my friends were being threatened and harassed and the Welsh Office and Professor Robert Bluglass concealed the serious criminality of Dafydd, Tony Francis (Dr X) and Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE). The Tony Francis who used to tell people that he was at University in Cardiff whilst Kinnock was President of the Students Union. The Kinnock who married Glenys from Holyhead – where children in care were being abused – whose parents were involved with Labour politics in north Wales and were mates with Cledwyn Hughes, who was another major player in the concealing the cess-pit in north Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Of course Kinnock also knew that George Thomas – who by the time that Kinnock appointed Williams as Shadow Secretary had been Speaker of the House for years and was by then Lord Tonypandy – was molesting children and he’ll have known that Ron Davies was waiting to splatter everyone at some point when he hit the fan.

Before Williams was Shadow Secretary and after he was Shadow Secretary, the Shadow Secretary was the same person – paedophiles’ friend Barry Jones, now Lord Baz! Like Glenys, Lord Baz was a teacher from north Wales – Lord Baz was the NUT rep for a region in which a paedophile ring was in operation and ended up as Chancellor of Glyndwr University.

I am going to spend a bit of time going through all the events of the 80s and early 90s in north Wales to work out why Kinnock installed paedophiles’ friend Alan Williams as Shadow Secretary between July 1987 and Jan 1989, when paedophiles’ friend Lord Baz held the fort before and after. I suspect that it was something to do with Fergus Lowe and the dosh that he was extracting out of the Pathetic Sharks.

Alan Williams also had a direct link with the paedophiles of Gwynedd Social Services. Williams’s daughter Sian is a big name in ladies football. She was the manager of the Welsh Women’s team, 2000-03 and the manager for Watford Ladies, 2006-09. Sian knows Keith Fearns, who has run the ladies football team in north west Wales for many years! So Sian, what was Fearns really up to with the ‘ladies football team’ – the ladies in the team were nearly all trainee or junior social workers or probation officers – when they all used to chug off to unlikely places in Eastern Europe? The whole of north Wales were wondering what that was all about and there were many ribald references to Fearns’s harem. The only surprise is that we weren’t told that they were raising money for St David’s Hospice or Kidney Wales.

The Pathetic Sharks of Swansea will also know all about Nigel Evans, the Tory MP for the Ribble Valley who ended up on trial for a series of sex offences against young men. Nigel and his supporters maintained that it had all been harmless fun at ‘crazy crazy Westminster’ whilst everybody was completed bladdered, which Nigel admitted that he was most of the time. Nigel was acquitted of all charges. Nigel came from Swansea and once stood against Alan Williams.

No wonder we never heard a peep out of the Labour Party whilst children in care and psych patients were found dead in north Wales and when Dafydd was imprisoning victims of sex offenders in a dungeon at Denbigh.

Kinnock is in the Observer today bellyaching on about how Brexit is going to destroy the NHS and Jeremy Corbyn has to put a stop to it. The Kinnock whom Spitting Image used to take the piss out of by having his puppet campaigning by simply shouting ‘nurses’ down a megaphone repeatedly. Which just about summed up how Kinnock did campaign – being as thick as pig shit with no knowledge or credibility among any other group of people and under attack from many sections of his own party (I remember a friend who was a Labour activist saying in despair of Kinnock ‘he’s SUCH a wanker’), all he could do was bang on about the NHS and Nye Bevan, in the full knowledge that in north Wales the NHS was being run by a network of vicious gangsters, that people were dying as a result and that the NHS funds were disappearing as well.

You need to butt out Kinnock. You were a bloody disaster as leader, you knew that the Top Doctors in Walton Hospital allowed Michael Carr to die because he fought Militant (see post ‘News From Sicily’) and Militant ran that hospital – assisted by the paedophiles’ friends of course – and you still didn’t have the guts to address serious malpractice in the NHS. I cannot help noticing that you have chosen to bellow ‘nurses’ from the rooftops once more at a time when a survivor of Dafydd and the paedophiles has finally gone public.

Kinnock has also joined in the kicking of Jeremy Corbyn at a time when there are allegations that Jeremy, John McDonnell and Red Ken were agents of the communist Czech regime. I’ve haven’t had such a laugh for a long time – furthermore I can spot forged documents when I see them, I gained a lot of experience of that when I went through my medical files with a fine tooth comb with my lawyers. Jeremy, McDonnell and Ken did have dynamite info that would have been of use to Britain’s enemies – they knew that some of Thatcher’s closest friends and political aides were having sex with children who had been supplied to them by paedophile gangs operating within the social services, particularly in north Wales, the north east of England and in the London Boroughs of Lambeth, Islington, Wandsworth and Richmond-Upon-Thames. However, I really do think that the Communist spies will have wanted their info straight from the horse’s mouth – they’ll have been making friends with Peter Morrison, Norman St John Stevas et al and will have dressed up as elderly right wing paedophiles and joined in the sex parties, they won’t have wasted their time making friends with Jeremy and going on a CND march. I read this morning that the Czech spy has claimed that their sources were so good that they knew what Margaret Thatcher was going to be wearing – how the hell will Jeremy have known that??? On the other hand, perhaps he could have predicted that one – something expensive, ghastly, made by Aquascrotum with an enormous bow around the neck. Unless it was evening wear in which it was red chiffon…

I haven’t had time to read all the spy’s revelations, but I’m hoping to make time later.

As for the other person who was so pleased to see Geraint Davies arrive in Swansea West, Andrew Davies AM for Swansea West, 1999-11- he is now a Professor at Swansea University.

Davies was born in Hereford, but his mother was from Llandeilo and his father was from Holywell in Flintshire! So Andrew’s dad will have grown up around the paedophiles’ friends from north east Wales of a previous generation such as Ronnie Waterhouse, William Mars-Jones et al.

Davies went to Hereford Cathedral School and then to the university dominated by Rhodri Morgan’s family, Swansea, to train as a teacher. After Davies qualified he worked as a lecturer in FE, HE and continuing education – so he will have encountered the stupidities in these sectors that the rest of us have.

Davies was Chair of Swansea Labour Party, a member of the Welsh Executive Committee and a regional party official, 1984-91.

Andrew Davies thrived whilst Rhodri was FM. He was Chief Whip, 1999-2000 – at the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Davies was Minister for Assembly Business, 1999-02; Minister for Economic Development and then for Enterprise, Innovation and Networks, 2002-07; Minister for Social Justice and Public Service Delivery, 2007; Minister for Finance and Public Service Delivery, 2007-09.

Davies’s big break was considered to have been when he was made Minister for Economic Development in Feb 2002 – it was seen as Rhodri rewarding him for his loyalty and for managing Assembly Business. So what would Rhodri have been so grateful for in those years following the publication of the Waterhouse Report as the allegations of a huge cover-up regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and possible links to a paedophile ring in Westminster circulated?

It was in 2002 that the Hergest Unit came after me with a vengeance (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’) and the GMC resorted to forging letters from me (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’).

Andrew Davies will have known much about the paedophile gang in north Wales before Rhodri started promoting him to high office, but he certainly would have had access to every little detail in about 2002-03 – because Andrew Davies had an affair with Meri Huws aka the Crack of Doom! The Crack of Doom had worked as a community social worker for Gwynedd Social Services and she knew exactly what was happening to those kids and psych patients at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles…For the full details of Meri’s glorious rise to power, see post ‘Let Me Enlighten Lord Gnome…’. Furthermore, because the whole of Bangor University were roaring with laughter at the activities of Andrew Davies and Meri – the Crack of Doom was working at Bangor University at the time and everyone was taking bets on which senior inappropriate position Meri would be given as a result of pressure from her bedfellows in the Assembly – I am sure that Fungus spotted his chance and blackmailed a few more people.

An entertaining lecturer at Bangor predicted that Meri would eventually land a very senior job via her bedfellows in the Assembly and that the job would have a grand title but it would be in somewhere like Llantwit Major and Meri just would not see how laughable it was. Which was exactly what happened a few years later – and yes, the job was just down the road from Llantwit Major. Meri will never know how much entertainment that she provided for the oppressed of Bangor University – particularly when her office was burgled by persons unknown and papers were rifled through but nothing was stolen so Meri wasn’t that worried.

Meri, just how thick are you???

 

In the light of what I knew to be happening at Warlingham Park Hospital before it was shut down, I thought that I’d take a look at Geriant Davies’s predecessor as MP in Croydon Central. It was Sir Paul Beresford, a Tory who is a dentist – so he’ll have probably been mates with the Top Doctors killing their patients, fleecing them of money and property, fitting them up for very serious crimes and then packing them off to north Wales to the embrace of Dafydd and the paedophiles. But Beresford knew all about colluding with gangs of paedophile drug dealing Top Doctors – he was elected as a Wandsworth Councillor in 1978 and was leader of Wandsworth Council, 1983-92. The Wandsworth Council that employed the social workers who worked with St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital whilst those hospitals colluded with a paedophile gang in south London – one of whose members was Professor Oliver Brooke, Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s who was a major figure in a pan-European child porn ring and who was imprisoned in 1987. The same social workers also colluded with serious drugs offences with which the drug abuse team at St George’s/Springfield were involved (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and were in contact with Lucille Hughes of Gwynedd Social Services, Tony Francis and Dafydd – whilst their masters in the St George’s Academic Dept of Psychiatry concealed the criminal activities of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

What’s the betting that Fungus knew about that as well? No wonder everyone tripped over themselves to give him millions of pounds in research funding…

Paul Beresford is now the MP for Mole Valley – he succeeded the seat from Kenneth Baker in 1997 when Baker was given a peerage. The Kenneth Baker who was Thatch’s Home Secretary, 1990-92 – when it was all kicking off in north Wales and at St George’s…

I haven’t finished yet! It gets better. The MP for Croydon Central before Beresford was John Moore – Thatcher’s Secretary of State for Health and Social Services, 1987-89, right when Dafydd and the paedophiles were assaulting people, fitting them up and imprisoning them in dungeons and whilst Sir Peter Morrison – Minister for Energy responsible for oil – and Jimmy Savile were on the loose among the kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere.

John Moore was considered to have really screwed up at the Dept of Health – he incurred the wrath of the Top Doctors because of his determined efforts to privatise the NHS. Moore was an investment banker and stockbroker whose wife Sheila was American and they both had a touching faith that the solution to the NHS’s woes was to privatise it. The Top Doctors won’t have had ethical objections to this no matter what they told the general public – their noses were very firmly stuck in the trough that is Harley Street – but they knew that if Moore’s mates ran the NHS the Top Doctors would lose their power. Moore was destroyed – the health portfolio was removed from him in 1988 and was given to Ken Clarke. Who then held a battle with the BMA for many years, which ended in stalemate because all involved knew that the Top Doctors were facilitating a supply of children to Westminster and everyone would be behind bars of any of it ever got out (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’).

John Moore and his family lived in Wimbledon and he knew exactly how bloody dangerous his local hospital – St George’s – was. In 1987, Moore contracted bacterial pneumonia and used the services of the private Parkside Hospital in Wimbledon. The world went apeshit when it was revealed that the Health Secretary wouldn’t use the services of the NHS himself. Union leader Rodney Bickerstaffe was particularly critical. Bickerstaffe eventually became the General Secretary of UNISON, after a series of mergers – he had previously been a leading light in NALGO and NUPE. All the unions which Bickerstaffe led provided protection for members working with vulnerable people who had been accused of abusing those in their care. In north Wales, some members of the paedophile gang were actually reps for NUPE and NALGO. The General Secretary of COHSE – one of the unions which merged to form UNISON – was David Williams, a former nurse at the North Wales Hospital (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’). Rodney Bickerstaffe et al did of course sometimes use private medicine themselves – and if they were treated on the NHS they used their knowledge and contacts to ensure that they were not treated by the likes of Dafydd. Of course even politicians and union leaders are not entirely safe – just look at what happened to poor old Michael Carr. Which is why Mr Kinnock is currently screaming ‘nurses’ at the top of his voice – I mean Kinnock wouldn’t want the murdering bastards targeting him now would he. That was a fate only suitable for me and my friends…

NURSES Kinnock, NURSES – it was nurses who were locking the victims of the paedophile gang in the dungeon and perjuring themselves in court in order to send innocent people who had witnessed a bit too much to prison.

John Moore stood down from the Commons in 1992 and was given a peerage. Days after the General Election, the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by the firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’), so that was one less problem to deal with and a few of those who had concealed all the crap could sit in the Lords without having to worry too much.

Not that John Moore ever did very much in the Lords – in August 2011, the BBC reported that Moore had still not made his maiden speech. But he was there – which was most useful to Fungus and others who all knew why this disastrous former Minister doing bugger all was allowed to clutter up the Upper House.

I can remember the private Parkside Hospital in Wimbledon from my days working at St George’s. The Parkside advertised for lab staff and I was in need of extra money so I considered applying to do a few extra hours on Saturdays with them. I mentioned this to David Hole – the corrupt MSF rep at St George’s, only at that point I didn’t realise that St George’s and MSF were colluding with a bunch of organised criminals – and he got very very nasty with me. First he tried to tell me not to apply because it would be unfair to moonlight in the private sector. So explained that I was intending to apply for a few hours at the weekend, so it wouldn’t impinge on my work at St George’s at all. Then Hole snapped that I wasn’t suitable qualified for the work that had been advertised – I pointed out that training in the new techniques was being offered. Hole yelled ‘well no-one here will give you a reference to work in THAT place’.

At the time I wondered if perhaps Hole really did imagine that I was going to disappear during working hours and nip off down the road to carry out work that I didn’t have experience of. But now I know the enormity of the crimes that were being carried out at St George’s – crimes that Hole and MSF knew all about – I am wondering why he was so worried about the prospect of me working at Parkside. That I might escape their plans to wreck my career at St George’s? That I might mention to people at Parkside just what was happening at St George’s when I eventually found out about it? Or that I might bump into someone like John Moore?

Fancy adding that to your police statement then Hole? Because whatever your motives were, they will not have been noble.

 

I have been meaning for a while to write more about a Pathetic Shark whom I have mentioned previously on this blog but not very often – I have just discovered that this particular Pathetic Shark died last month, so I’ll pay my respects here to Edfyned Hudson Davies, Labour MP for Conwy, 1966-70 and then for Caerphilly, 1979-83.

Edfyned Hudson Davies was born in Llanelli. His father was a Congregationalist Minister who was then called to Bangor when Hudson Davies was still a child and the family relocated. Hudson Davies went to Friars School in Bangor, which provided such a good start for so many of the future paedophiles’ friends whilst at the same time making life even more unbearable for the victims of the paedophiles themselves. The family then moved back down south and Hudson Davies finished his schooling at Dynevor Grammar School before going on to University College Swansea and then to Balliol College for postgrad work.

In 1957 Hudson Davies took up a lecturing job at Aberystwyth University and then began lecturing at the Welsh College of Advanced Technology in Cardiff (which later became UWIST and then Cardiff University) in 1961. At the same time as working as an academic, Hudson Davies maintained a broadcasting career with BBC Wales.

Hudson Davies joined the Labour Party when he was 18 and was selected to stand as the candidate for Conwy at the 1966 General Election. Conwy was a highly marginal seat and Hudson Davies did win it but only by approx 500 votes. He lost the seat again in the General Election of 1970 when one of the best friends that Dafydd and the paedophiles ever had, Wyn Roberts, won the seat for the Conservatives with a majority of just over 900.

Hudson Davies returned to working for the BBC and also studied for the Bar. However in 1976 the dreadful John Morris – a barrister and Secretary of State for Wales who concealed very serious crimes in north Wales indeed on the part of Dafydd and the paedophiles and who when Blair became PM was rewarded with the job of Attorney General – appointed Hudson Davies as Chairman of the Wales Tourist Board.

Hudson Davies however really wanted to be back in the Commons and he was selected to stand as the Labour candidate for Caerphilly in the 1979 General Election. He won by more than 18,000 votes but in Nov 1981 announced that he would not be seeking re-selection as a Labour candidate and joined Dr Death in the SDP a few weeks later – the Dr Death who personally knew some of the Top Doctors who were paedophiles’ friends in north Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’).

Hudson Davies knew that he’d never hold the Caerphilly seat under Dr Death’s banner, so in the 1983 General Election he contested Basingstoke for the SDP but lost.  Hudson Davies found new pursuits – he became heavily involved in commercial radio in Hampshire, was Director of the New Forest Enterprise Centre and Chairman of a Museum Trust in the New Forest as well as a few other things.

In 2002-03 Hudson Davies was Commodore of the Royal Welsh Yacht Club in Caernarfon. What can have caused him to stick another finger in a north Wales pie after 30 years elsewhere – not so long after the Waterhouse Report was published either, just when the Hergest Unit tried so hard to frame me for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ and were gloatingly telling anyone who would listen that I’d be going to prison for seven years (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

Like so many paedophiles’ friends, Hudson Davies constructed himself as a Welsh language champ – paedophiles’ friends are always Welsh language champions or people who care about children and want to empower wimmin.

Hudson Davies stated that he was impressed with Prince Charles learning Welsh and maintained that in doing so Charles had done more for the language than those who ‘daub road signs’ – I think he was talking about you Dafydd Iwan, before you moved onto greater things such as writing tribute songs to Dafydd Alun Jones. Hudson Davies persuaded Labour Ministers to produce vehicle licence applications in Welsh and to ensure that those applications could be handled at any PO. In 1971 Hudson Davies ensured that tax returns could be completed in Welsh. Hudson Davies was known to have achieved these things in the face of a lack of sympathy for these causes – now however did he manage to twist those arms? He was also an early advocate for Welsh devolution, as long ago as 1968 – when the Welsh Office had George Thomas the child molester sitting inside it as Secretary of State at the time as well as God knows how many corrupt civil servants all working very hard to bury the dirt.

Hudson Davies had a sideline as a popular bilingual after dinner speaker and had celeb friends. Alongside his obituary, The Daily Telegraph published a nice photo of Hudson Davies in the company of actors Bill Wallis and Myvanwy Jenn. Bill Wallis starred in ‘Doctor At Large’, ‘Yes Prime Minister’ and the ‘The Whistle Blower’. He appeared in the first episode of ITV’s Midsomer Murders driving a MORGAN sports car. Among many other roles Wallis also played Ploppy the Jailer in Blackadder II. Myvanwy Jenn most appropriately starred in Z Cars and played the Nurse in ‘Play It Hot, Play It Cool’. If only I’d discovered these two a few years ago whilst Bill was still alive and Myvanwy still in her prime, I could have written both of them into my bedroom farce ‘Let Sleeping Paedophiles Lie, There’s A Sex Offending Doctor In My Soup’ – it’s set in a dungeon with a double bed and a wardrobe in which Dafydd can hide when Neil Davies comes into the dungeon looking for him, then Neil Davies leaves the dungeon, Dafydd comes out of the wardrobe, but Peter Higson comes in, so Dafydd has to get back into the wardrobe again – you get the gist…

‘We didn’t know!!!’

Until 1994 Hudson Davies was married to Amanda Barker Mill, a member of a fine old British family who can trace their pedigree back hundreds of years. The Barker Mill clan run a big charitable foundation giving money to worthy causes.

No wonder my friends and I had people trying to kill us, trying to have us imprisoned and wrecking our careers – what would have happened if Hudson Davies and his celeb wife and friends had been exposed as knowing about a gang of paedophiles who had killed their victims?

Hudson Davies knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance if he stood as an SDP candidate in Caerphilly, it was a safe Labour seat. The Labour candidate who had been selected for Caerphilly to fight the 1983 General Election was of course Ron Davies – whom Blair was preparing to install as Wales’s FM until he was found without his trousers in Clapham Common in the company of Boogie the male prostitute (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Ron was selected  for Caerphilly whilst Michael Foot was leader of the Labour Party – Ron had been busy in the south Wales Labour Party for years and had obviously ingratiated himself to the right people although it must have been obvious that there could be trouble ahead… I have no time for the pillock that is Neil Kinnock, but the Labour Party in south Wales had tolerated a great deal of bad behaviour – the very presence of George Thomas testifies to that – before Kinnock ever got near the leadership. There was much dysfunction around Michael Foot, who was leader between Nov 1980-Oct 83.

Foot was completely trashed by the right wing press – insults were thrown at him regarding his age and the fact that he dared use a walking stick and of course he was memorably termed ‘Worzel Gummidge’ following an appearance at the Cenotaph when he was (wrongly) said to have rolled up wearing a Donkey jacket. It was fairly obvious that Worzel would never have been given a fair hearing by the UK press at that time. I was always aware that Foot had a great deal more intellectual credibility than Thatcher, but I didn’t realise until more recently that Michael Foot knew about some very sordid things and employed Fungus-like methods to ensure that none of it ever found its way into the press – he reminded the press that he had a great deal of shit on some of the press barons and that if a word about certain matters was ever published a few other things would be made public as well.

Foot married the film-maker Jill Craigie, but when he first began a relationship with her Jill was still married to someone else. Foot claimed that they made ‘excellent use’ of the Hampstead Heath hedgerow shelters during the early days of their courtship and during one summer Parliamentary recess, they went on holiday together to the French Riviera. When they returned to the UK, Craigie found a crowd of reporters outside her home in Hampstead demanding information. Foot issued a statement saying ‘Michael Foot offers his fraternal greetings to his fellow journalists and the reminder that, if anything appears in the newspapers about his visit to France, he will be happy to reveal his latest information about the love affairs of Lord Beaverbrook, Lord Rothermere and a select list of other newspaper proprietors’.

I can see the logic behind this – indeed I once told Alun Davies that if he lay with dogs he was going to catch fleas. Not that Davies heeded the warning – he carried on cavorting with Dafydd and the paedophiles and just look what’s happened Davies….However the problem was that Foot and others were keeping quiet about things that should not have been kept quiet about – like George Thomas and a gang of paedophiles in north Wales for example. Foot will have known about Dafydd as well – Foot might have been more left wing that Callaghan and co but he had been the MP for Blaenau Gwent since 1960 after succeeding Nye Bevan. Of course he’ll have known about Dafydd and the cover-up that the Welsh Office had undertaken from its very establishment. Foot had also spent years working as a journalist -Nye Bevan personally recommended him to Lord Beaverbrook. Foot will have had dirt on absolutely everyone.

There was also a lot of dirt that other people had on Foot. When he was young he was known to have been quite promiscuous, but I read something recently which suggested that Foot’s taste might have extended further than young women. In the Indie’s obituary of Jill Craigie, she was quoted as having told Foot that if he ever had ‘extra needs’, she didn’t want to know but ‘even more importantly I don’t want anyone else to know. That’s the price you have to pay’. She also remarked that Foot was ‘pretty secretive’. I’ve always been of the opinion that this sort of arrangement between consenting adults is nothing to do with anyone else, but there is plenty of evidence that Foot knew about and ignored some very unpleasant things that were not between consenting adults.

Craigie herself was subjected to a violent rape by Arthur Koestler in 1952 – he tried to throttle her as well – and did not feel able to tell Foot for decades. Koestler had an intellectual following and hung out with the beautiful people, but the beautiful people also knew that he was violently sexually assaulting women. Koestler attacked Dick Crossman’s wife – Crossman knew about it and told a number of other people. Just after the war Koestler and Mamaine Paget lived in a cottage belonging to Clough Williams-Ellis near Croesor in north Wales. They were part of the group of intellectuals and artists who were attracted to the valley at that time because of their friendship with Clough. The group included Bertrand Russell who was highly abusive to members of his family as well as to other people (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’) – not that this was broadcast because well, he was Bertrand Russell.

Koestler died in 1983, in a suicide pact with his wife. Koestler was quite discredited by this time and there was very great concern that he had coerced his wife into dying with him – she was much younger than Koestler at only 55 yrs, was in good health but was completely dominated by him. Koestler had an interest in what he called parapsychology and left behind a substantial quantity of money for an endowed Chair. Oxford, Cambridge, King’s College London and UCL all rejected the offer because Koestler was known to be such a sleazebag – but nonetheless the money still didn’t end up going to a good cause, Edinburgh University snapped it up.

Craigie’s obituary stated that she became pregnant at one point and that Foot ‘acquised’ regarding her having an abortion, a decision that she regretted after they were married because she never conceived again. Knowing how history is rewritten by the winners, I cannot help wondering whether it was Foot who ‘acquised’ or Jill.

What with George Thomas one the loose, Michael Foot and his ‘extra needs’, a young Ron Davies who would do anything to one day become Someone Big and people as dim as Neil Kinnock and Rhodri fancying themselves as leaders of men and Bertrand Russell saving us all from nuclear annihilation, it is hardly surprising that Dafydd and the paedophiles were never short of business. What ever would Czech spies want with Jeremy Corbyn when they could have gone to live in Wales??

Foot’s portrait was painted by Robert Lenkiewicz and hangs in Portcullis House. Lenkiewicz caused a stir wherever he went because he did have a habit of confronting his detractors with a few things that they did not like being reminded of. He ended up living in Plymouth and hit the headlines after he painted a mural featuring a number of people from High Society in Plymouth having sex with each other – I seem to remember that the mural featured a Top Doctor and the Mayor. They went apeshit and demanded that Lenkiewicz paint it out but he refused to. Then there was more trouble when Lenkiewicz preserved the body of a tramp called Diogenes with whom he’d been friends – he did have permission from Diogenes to do this, Diogenes wanted to be embalmed – and refused to tell anyone where he had put Diogenes. Whilst all this was going on, I was lucky enough to find myself sitting next to one of Lenkiewicz’s muses on a train journey down to the west country, so I heard about what was actually happening in Plymouth, rather than what the people who had been so enraged by Lenkiewicz told the press was happening.

Foot himself came from Plymouth, his father Isaac was a solicitor there. Foot was the Labour MP for Plymouth Sutton, 1945-52 – he succeeded the seat after Nancy Astor, so he’ll have been party to a lot of matters that a lot of people would rather remained out of the press on those grounds alone (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

I very much doubt whether anyone will ever find out much of what Michael Foot did or didn’t get up to. Foot’s authorised biography was written by Lord K.O. Morgan – Lord Ken also wrote the hagiography of Foot in the Indie when Foot died in 2010. Lord Ken – the former Vice-Chancellor of Aberystwyth University – knows a great deal about the paedophiles’ friends himself, as did his late wife Jane (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Foot authored a biography of Jonathan Swift entitled ‘Guilty Men’.

 

Many years ago, after being arrested yet again on ridiculous trumped up charges, a very nice young policewoman in Bangor Police Station told me to get out of Wales because although she knew that I was trying to expose some pretty dreadful people, ‘you don’t know how high this goes’. She told me that I would never ever beat them and that there was just so many of them…

Well Lord Kinnock, you just carry on yelling ‘nurses’ to reassure all the Pathetic Sharks, because I’ll be naming some more very soon – there are so many that I don’t want to deal with them all in this post.

Has anyone noticed who I haven’t named yet???

As they always say to finish off the cartoon in Viz magazine – THESE SHARKS ARE CRAP.

 

It’s All About Protecting Children

My post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ gave an account of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal which finally hit the UK wide media in the early 1990s. I described how reports detailing just how serious the abuse of children in care was and how these reports were constantly suppressed and how, after a very big effort by a relatively small number of people considering what was going on, a number of people working in social care were finally charged and imprisoned for very serious offences against children and young people. Of course, it is accepted that even now, after yet more people have been convicted after the recent reinvestigation, that only the small fry have gone to prison. The big fish have never been caught and I’ve actually named some of the fish who facilitated the paedophile ring on this blog – they’re having a great time, some of those who ignored what was going on have even made it into the House of Lords. Although the big fish are still merrily swimming away in the wider world, in the aftermath of the convictions of the small fish, the child protection services in north Wales continued to try to frame the problems as being in the past.

So what were the child protection services in north Wales doing as everyone was reassured that the clean up had taken place and no-one had any cause for concern? Well, as with their close colleagues in the mental health services – whom they were working hand in hand with – they were doing some very strange things. I witnessed this during 1993/94. I knew a man, F, who was in a relationship with a woman N. N had three children from a previous marriage – her first husband, D, had effectively abandoned her to live with a nurse and then had two children with this nurse. D did keep in touch with his children from his marriage to N, but contact was fairly erratic and he wasn’t the best dad in the world. At one point he emigrated and left them all behind but returned to Gwynedd when his plan for a job abroad went wrong. After D left her, N became very friendly with F, a man from the hippy community in Bethesda who was actually quite affluent as a result of the sale of a property following his own divorce. N seemed to target him with a view to a relationship, which was a bit odd because their backgrounds were very different. N had become pregnant at 15, left school barely able to read and write and had never had a job. She had never really travelled outside of north Wales. F was a child of the sixties, from a middle class family, had a Fine Art degree and had spent much of his youth traipsing around Afghanistan, Morocco and Turkey. He did however have a psychotic illness and was one of the many who had been variously abused and neglected by the mental health services – he was still ‘on their books’ during his relationship with N. I was aware that N had a number of rather unscrupulous female friends who were encouraging N and F to set up home together. F was incredibly lonely, his mother had recently died and he had no children.

N and F did start a relationship and N, who was pretty much destitute, moved into F’s house, along with her three children. F financially supported the family and even paid the fees for two of N’s children to attend a Steiner school. From the very beginning of the relationship, N had wanted to have a child with F. (She had wanted another child with D, but he had refused and then left her.) F was delighted by this, because he had no children but had always wanted a family. However it took N nearly two years to become pregnant. Neither N or F were employed and F’s bank balance was rapidly eroding. By the time that N became pregnant, the couple were quite deeply in debt, so F announced that he’d sell his house to pay off their debts. He did and N and F and her children moved into a large rented unfurnished house, again paid for by F. N requested some fairly expensive furniture, carpets and curtains on the grounds that the baby was almost due and she wanted a nice home. F obliged and spent a considerable amount of money doing this. By this time it was clear that N’s two eldest children had quite serious problems. N’s son had mild learning difficulties and had left school but was unable to find work, so he stayed at home, again supported by F. N’s teenaged daughter was showing quite serious behaviour problems and had been expelled from school. She began a number of casual relationships and F expressed concern to N that she was being sexually exploited. She then became pregnant and it transpired that the father of the baby was actually one of her nicer partners, a local young man who loved the idea of the forthcoming baby. So both N and her daughter were pregnant at the same time. F supported all of them. N then had her baby and when the baby was about a week old told F to leave the house. F thought that this was perhaps post-natal depression – it became very obvious though that it wasn’t. N had ended the relationship. It was F who was made homeless, whilst N stayed in the house that he’d paid for and kept all the goodies. She then asked F for two thousand pounds. F observed that he had no money left, he was homeless. N then told him that he was no longer welcome to visit her or see his baby. F then began a relationship with a new partner, A, after she’d offered to let him stay at her house when he had nowhere to go (after N threw him out, F had been admitted to the psychiatric ward at Ysbyty Gwynedd because of fears for his mental health). N then started sending A bills and demands for money. One of N’s friends, who lived in the same village as A, approached A in the street and observed that she was sure that A wouldn’t mind paying for some gear for F’s baby (F was still prevented from seeing this baby). A was of the opinion that F had been ruthlessly used by some very exploitative people and stated that no she would not be handing over any dosh to N. F observed that he seemed to have been used as a ‘sperm donor and a cashpoint’. At this point F confided in A that he was very worried for the welfare of N’s 11 year old son. It transpired that N’s eldest son, who was at the time 17, had sexually molested one of his brother’s 8 year old male friends on a ‘sleep over’. N had sworn F to secrecy at the time because she feared that her eldest son would be prosecuted. F expressed concerns that the 18 year old had serious problems that were not being addressed. A told F to ask the advice of his GP, who knew everyone involved. The GP told F to ‘forget about all of them’. F then rang another GP in the same practice to express his concerns yet again. That GP told F that he would deal with the matter. Then F and A received a visit from a child protection officer, a policewoman called Jo Bott. F gave a very clear explanation of what had happened between the older teenager and the 8 year old. Jo Bott promised to investigate and told F that this was sufficiently serious to warrant a case conference. A few days later, Jo Bott returned. She told F that the investigation had shown that there was ‘nothing to worry about’ and that a case conference would not be held. She then turned to A and told her to ‘leave N alone’. A had not been near N, she had not met with her or even spoken with her, even after receiving the demands for money from N. Jo Bott then left their house. A neighbour then told F and A that the GP whom F had confided in and Jo Bott had stated that F was making malicious allegations against N. Throughout this time, F still had no access to his own child. The same neighbour – who was on good terms with F and A – a couple of moths later told them that N’s 18 year old son had recently been in trouble for sexually abusing children after offering to ‘babysit’ for them. The GPs and child protection services had known about this and the solution had been for the 18 year old to move out of the block of flats where he had committed the offences and back in with N. So much for F making ‘malicious allegations’.

Things got even more bizarre. N and her daughter were both allocated newly built three bedroomed houses, next door to each other, with a local housing association. The rest of the village nearly staged a revolution at this point, because such houses were very, very difficult to get – there was a case of a single parent with two children living with her parents, yet N’s daughter had been offered a three bedroomed house next door to her mother BEFORE she’d even had her baby. Such was the outrage that a number of people started passing on an awful lot of information to F and A which they had been previously unaware of. It was alleged that a ‘deal’ had been done between N and the social services and that F, unbeknown to him, had been alleged to have been a danger to his own baby, and that in return for supporting this view, N was told that both her and her daughter would be housed. F and A were told that a local Plaid councillor, Dafydd Orwig, had also assisted, by securing the houses for N and her daughter through using his influence. N’s daughter then gave birth and within weeks it became very obvious that she was incapable of caring for the baby. She then moved out of the house that had been secured for her in the dirty deal, left the baby’s father and moved in with another man. She became pregnant again, quite quickly. She was told by the children’s services that if she agreed to attend the custody hearing regarding her first baby – who was now being cared for by the baby’s father – that she would be awarded custody. Fortunately for the baby and the father, she didn’t bother to attend court and the baby’s father was awarded custody. She then gave birth again and assaulted the new baby, causing injuries. The baby at that point was taken into care. F never ever gained access to his own baby and when the baby was about two years old was told by neighbours that N had moved over to Clwyd and was living in a communal arrangement with a number of other women and their children. There were plenty of people in the area who knew about the shafting of F and who were openly sympathetic to him, but interestingly enough people who didn’t know the full story were told by N and her mates that F had abandoned his baby.

Lest anyone leave with the impression that this mess was the result of that old chestnut ‘stigma’ and that a not very enlightened policewoman and her chums in the social services formed their view of F on the basis of his serious psychotic illness, there are a few more clues that something much nastier was at work. Jo Bott did meet with the mental health services and was told that F had actually always been very responsible and caring towards N and her children – even the Arfon Community Mental Health Team had not been able to throw any mud on that point. So where the allegation that it was F who presented a danger to his baby came from no-one knows. Before N ever met F, her family was known to the GPs – the GPs who had accused F of malice – as well as the schools, as a ‘troubled family’. Her first husband, D, was known to have been violent to the son who later indecently assaulted younger boys and had rejected him because of his learning disability. The nurse whom D established a relationship with after he left N and her family seemed to have quite an odd lifestyle for a woman with two young children. She had been working at Ysbyty Gwynedd, but was offered highly paid agency work in the south of England. She did not have a house with D, they lived in a caravan in rural north Wales. She used to drive down to the south of England and literally live in her sizeable four wheel drive vehicle for the four days or so whilst she was booked in for shifts at the English hospital, then drive back up to north Wales. The caravan that they lived in was so cramped that when N’s daughter used to visit her father she had to sleep in the vehicle that doubled up as a house for her stepmother when she was doing agency work. Things became so fractious between N’s daughter and her father that the daughter had cut off contact with him by the time that Jo Bott was carrying out her ‘investigation’.

So Jo Bott knew damn well that she was dealing with two fairly feckless incapable people whose parenting skills were few and far between, a young man who was sexually abusing younger boys, a teenaged girl with substantial problems – and F, who had done his best to be a good stepfather, but who had been relieved of many thousands of pounds as well as his home. If Jo Bott ever wants to explain why, knowing all this, she then deemed F to be a threat to his own child and colluded with a number of other ‘professionals’ to ensure that he was never allowed near that child, a lot of us would be most interested to listen to her. I have solved a number of mysteries regarding those we know and love, but I have never ever got to the bottom of this one. Those we know and love detested F’s partner A and did all they could to make her life unbearable, but the Great Stuffing Over of F began before he moved in with her. No doubt their desire to gun down A increased the ‘services’ venom once F moved in with her, but there was another person targeted unfairly as well – the father of N’s first baby. He was a really nice young man, from a stable caring home himself. Gwynedd Social Services were gearing up to remove the baby from his care and hand her over to N’s daughter, although N had abandoned her and violently assaulted another baby. It was actually this young man who had the saddest outcome of all – after he gained custody of the baby, he was found dead. As so many people who have tangled with these absolute bastards were. He was hit and killed by a lorry whilst walking along a road near Bethesda one evening. The death was of course not suspicious and there was no investigation. His mum and dad have brought up his daughter.

Whilst all this went on, Lucille Hughes was Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Six years later she was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the social services but failed to act.

It is absolutely disgusting isn’t it Jo Bott???

NB. As well as Jo, Gwynedd Social Services, Dafydd Orwig, the GPs at Bethesda Surgery and the mental health services who watched all the above, there was another person playing a key role too, the Bangor solicitor the late Elwyn Jones, who ‘acted for’ N. I saw with my own eyes the nasty aggressive letters that Elwyn Jones wrote to F, demanding yet more money. Elwyn Jones was also a member of Bangor University Council and acted as their treasurer – the University is now in serious financial difficulty. I think Elwyn Jones was the same Elwyn Jones who used to work in the same legal practice as David Jones MP. Elwyn Jones was the son of Sir Elwyn Jones, the former MP for Conway, who has featured before on this blog. It must be something in the genes…