The Wretched Of The Earth

When the Forces Of Oppression at Bangor University – in the form of Professor Fergus Lowe, Lyn Meadows and Stephanie Marriott  (see previous posts) – became particularly intolerable, one of my colleagues symbolically borrowed a copy of Frantz Fanon’s volume ‘The Wretched Of The Earth’ from the University library. This man’s life was indeed being made wretched by the aforementioned oppressors, but like me, he was on good terms with a few Empowered Service Users and knew that their lives were even more wretched.

There are a few ends that need to be tied up following recent posts re details of the lives of the wretched and the names of those who made their lives so wretched, so in this post I’ll cover a few such matters and people.

Previous posts eg. ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’ discussed how in the 1980s, Thatch was only ever persuaded to allow the public health campaign re HIV/AIDS when one of Dafydd’s umbrellas, the then Chief Medical Officer Sir Donald Acheson, explained very clearly to Thatch and her Ministers that AIDS was incurable, affected gay men in particular and that some of her Ministers and associates who were having promiscuous gay sex (eg. Peter Morrison) were going to die from this along with the rent boys if they did not change their behaviour. It was then that dear old Norman Fowler, the Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1981-87, who was also concealing the activities of Dafydd and the gang, got on board with the ‘Don’t Die Of Ignorance’ campaign and agreed to one of those leaflets being shoved through the letterbox of every household in the Britain.

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Previous posts eg. ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Under Canary Wharf’ explained that the political class knew that many of the young men who died from AIDS in the 1980s and 90s were rent boys who had been forced into sex work as kids in care, often while in children’s homes in north Wales. That is why there was so much attention paid to ‘confidentiality’ and not identifying those patients when Princess Di went to visit them; those young men were witnesses to a huge scandal and them effectively dying in conditions of secrecy was just another part of the cover-up. Top Docs knew the score, as did all the Angels, counsellors and other people who worked with AIDS patients, including Top Docs Professor Michael Adler and Tony Pinching, as well as Adler’s wife Baroness Margaret Jay, who was the daughter of Jim Callaghan and was appointed as a Health Minister by Miranda in May 1997 (see post ‘Holding The Country To Ransom – Part I’).

The first NHS wards for the treatment of AIDS patients were at the Middlesex Hospital; it was to those wards that Di made her much publicised visit in 1987 to Fight The Stigma. It did not escape my notice that Gwynne the lobotomist trained at the Middlesex and enjoyed lifelong protection from the alumni network of that institution. However, I missed something obvious that, as ever, suggested that the conspiracy and mutual back-scratching may have been worse than I thought.

The Middlesex was shut down in 2005 and was subsequently demolished, but it was located just down the road from Soho. The district served by the Middlesex was Bloomsbury. It was Sir Clough Williams-Ellis’s friends from the Bloomsbury Set who were the visiting bohemians to Croesor in north Wales in the summers throughout the middle years of the 20th century who hung out with Bertrand Russell et al, some of whom made use of Gwynne and later on Dafydd to deal with awkward customers (see previous posts). Clough married Amabel Strachey, the daughter of John St Loe Strachey, the Editor of ‘The Spectator’, for which Amabel wrote (see previous posts). Amabel’s brother John – Evelyn John St Loe Strachey – was a Labour politician, serving as Minister for Food and then Secretary of State for War under Clement Attlee (see previous posts). At Oxford, John Strachey was friends with Lord Bob Boothby, who later became known for being a bisexual Tory who used rent boys and was mates with some unsavoury people, including the Krays (see previous posts). The Stracheys’ extended network spanned a whole spectrum of influential people; fascists, communists, pacifists, members of the Tory, Labour and Liberal Parties, psychoanalysts, Top Doctors, writers, artists, radicals, suffragettes etc. People tangled with them at their peril and many of the extended network spent time in the Croesor area. They weren’t at the mercy of Gwynne and Dafydd, but the people who pissed them off were, as of course were local people.

 

In 1987 ‘AIDS Britain 1987’ a film about the various Gov’t funded programmes which were being set up in the UK to combat the spread of HIV and AIDS was made; this film is now part of the London Screen Archives collection. The initiatives featured in the film included counselling, specialist hospital wards, a public education strategy, charity work and a clean needle programme for drug users. Experts in each field were interviewed about their work. The Middlesex Hospital featured, as did Professor Michael Adler, who explained how HIV is contracted and passed on, as well as how it cannot be passed on. Adler stated that a national strategy was needed and that the NHS and social services need to be aware of what was required of them. Tony Newton, Minister of State for Heath, 1986-88, explained what the Gov’t was doing in terms of public education. Alison Taylor wrote to Tony Newton in Feb 1988, describing a brutal assault that she had witnessed. Thatch then appointed Newton as Secretary of State for Social Security in 1989 and he remained in the post until 1992. Tony Newton was Lord President of the Council, 1992-97. One of the roles of Lord President of the Council is to serve as the visitor for UCNW (Bangor University). So Newton was in that post during the frantic years when the demands for a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales became louder and louder, when the Jillings Investigation took place and when the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry was planned and launched. Throughout these years, former kids in care and psych patients were found dead constantly and five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Newton could be relied upon to keep quiet and not investigate any of it, that had been demonstrated after Alison wrote to him.

Baron Newton of Braintree; handsomely rewarded for ignoring serious organised crime:

Tony Newton, Baron Newton of Braintree

 

 

Someone else starring in ‘AIDS Britain 1987’ was Professor Robin Weiss, who was interviewed about how research into HIV and AIDS was progressing and in what directions it needed to progress.

Robert Anthony “Robin” Weiss was Professor of Viral Oncology at UCL and a member of the Nuffield Council on Bioethics. His research has focused on retroviruses, initially as a means of understanding T-cell leukaemia and other cancers. His breakthrough discovery was in 1971 and involved demonstrating that the retroviral genome in chickens follows the rules of Mendelian inheritance. Because HIV/AIDS only came to prominence in the west in the 1980s, Weiss, like all the other researchers who became well-known for their work on HIV, didn’t have previous experience of HIV per se, although HIV is a retrovirus.

So what was Robin Weiss doing before his work on HIV? He was the Director of the Institute of Cancer Research at the Royal Marsden Hospital no less, 1980-98. So Weiss was at the Institute of Cancer Research/Royal Marsden at the time of the research fraud perpetrated by the Institute of Cancer Research/Royal Marsden that was exposed in 1990, involving Dr Tony Francis’s former colleague Peter Macguire and which resulted in the death – presumed to be suicide – of Professor Tim McElwain (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’). When Peter Macguire, a psychiatrist from Manchester, suddenly decided to become a cancer researcher and obtained funding from the Cancer Research Campaign to do this, I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign at the University of Surrey in a team led by Professor Vincent Marks, brother of the President of the BMA Dr John Marks. See previous posts.

John Marks was in an all-out war with Ken Clarke at the time, they really loathed each other, but the priority was to keep a lid on Dafydd et al. Not only were the BMA providing Tony Francis and the other self-styled ‘BMA psychiatrists’ in north Wales with free advice in terms of how to have me framed and banged up without trial in a secure unit (see eg. posts ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’ and ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’) but I was told by Vincent Marks et al in Surrey after a year that there was no more funding for my post to continue. It was only a few months ago that I discovered that while I was still working at Surrey, my data was given to Nicola Curtin at Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, who published it under her name without my knowledge (see previous posts). Curtin’s funding did continue – partly as a result of my work – and Curtin is now Professor Nicola Curtin. Curtin was not part of our team at Surrey nor one of our research partners and I had never heard of her until I found that paper with my name on it along with hers, some months ago.

In the 1970s, Robin Weiss worked for the Imperial Cancer Research Fund. The ICRF were also involved with the research fraud starring Peter Macguire which ended in the death of Tim McElwain.

Readers might also remember that other laughable bit of cancer research conducted by Dafydd’s mates at Ysbyty Gwynedd and UCNW and published in the ‘British Journal of Cancer’ in Dec 1990, which was hailed as a scientific first in the world’s media but had to be quietly forgotten about days later, when it was pointed out that the research was flawed (see post ‘They Think It’s All Over – It Is Now’). Deeply flawed – it was based on a control sample of three and one of the controls did not have the illness under investigation. It is worth noting here that the published paper stated that it had originally been submitted to the journal in 1988 but was returned for redrafting. As I explained in previous posts, Dafydd’s gang were in desperate need of good PR in 1987-88, so it is quite possible that they did decide to construct themselves as World Leading Cancer Researchers at that time. However, Dec 1990 was a very busy month for Dafydd and the gang. I had just about been forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School – I now know as a result of me refusing to keep quiet about Dafydd et al – and in Dec 1990 Drs Tony and Sadie Francis tried to have me imprisoned on the basis of their perjury.

That article in the ‘British Journal of Cancer’ appeared at a very convenient time for Dafydd and the paedophile gang. Everyone involved was so dishonest that it wouldn’t be beyond probability if that paper had not been drafted in 1988 at all, but had been a quick effort timed to appear when I was marched off to the slammer and if I protested it would then have been my word against the word of World Leading Cancer Researchers. That would certainly explain why such a shoddy effort at fabricating research appeared to have escaped the attention of the peer reviewers who ‘advised on the redrafting’.

It was around 1990 that fireworks began to go off in the School of Social Sciences as well, which resulted in a hate campaign against a senior sociologist and an article in ‘The Guardian’ falsely accusing him of discriminating against Welsh people when making appointing staff (see previous posts eg. ‘Badlands’). The whole thing was cooked up by Dafydd’s gang as a distraction in the wake of the North Wales Police beginning their investigation into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire.

 

Who was Editor-in-Chief of the British Journal of Cancer until 2005? Robin Weiss. His successor, A. L. Harris, stated that Weiss showed “clear vision in developing the British Journal of Cancer into [a] multidisciplinary journal with a focus on research that aims to deliver benefits to cancer patients.” Presumably by publishing crap written by the colleagues of a gang of traffickers. Who is A.L. Harris? None other than Professor Adrian Harris of Oxford University, who was mates with Vincent Marks et al at Surrey and unlike Nicola Curtin, was one of the partners on the project that I was working on (see previous posts).

The ‘British Journal of Cancer’ might well have a vested interest in publishing crap written by people who have been involved in research frauds funded by the Cancer Research Campaign; the journal was owned by the CRC (now known as CR UK).

For details of more fraudulent research conducted by people funded by/associated with the CRC and CR UK, see previous posts eg. ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’.

San and Tray’s friend Baz:

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San and Tray and Professor Robin Weiss:

 

A few Interesting Facts:

My immediate boss at Surrey, Dr Wynne Aherne, came from the Carmarthen area and in 1988 still had friends and family there. One of my colleagues at Surrey, Wynne’s friend, was Anthea Hardcastle, who was originally Anthea Jones and came from Cricieth. Anthea also had friends and family still in north Wales and two of her closest friends was at that time was the Principal Biochemist at Ysbyty Gwynedd and his wife 

Tony Francis knew the Windbag, who in 1988 still had delusions that he was going to be the next PM, despite this scene in June 1987:

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Although traditionally there were plenty of Tory Top Doctors, by 1988 the Top Docs generally and of course the BMA in particular had fallen out with the Tories big time (Ken Clarke believed that John Marks was ‘very left wing’), as a result of Thatcher’s contempt and hostility towards the professions and even more saliently because of the new management structure which Thatch was imposing on the NHS. In the late 1980s, Top Doctors were gravitating towards the SDP – Dr Death, who personally knew some of the facilitators of the trafficking ring in north Wales, was the big pulling factor – or, particularly in Wales, the Labour Party. I never saw much evidence of any great commitment to socialism on the part of the majority of Top Doctors, but they did know that the Windbag would do whatever they told him, in the way that the BMA love Mark Drakeford because he takes orders from Top Doctors and gives them money when they ask for it. A case of a well-heeled Oliver (Brooke) who wants some more. The Labour Party has always enjoyed support from the Socialist Health Association and the Top Doctors who have doubled up as Labour MPs are usually members of this organisation.

Could the Windbag let us know if he has any info about this mass outbreak of research fraud in the late 1980s/1990 on the part of associates of Dafydd and the gang who also had links with people who worked with me?

 

Robin Weiss is now described as a molecular biologist, but his first degree was in Zoology from UCL in 1961 and then he was awarded his PhD in 1969. So Weiss could well have known some of the Zoologists at, or associated with, UCNW during the years that Dafydd’s gang ran UCNW.

In the 1970s, Weiss spent some time working with Peter K Vogt in the USA. Vogt discovered oncogenes that play important roles in human cancers and has has received numerous awards, including the Bristol-Myers Squibb Award (1989), the Charles S. Mott Prize (1991), the Szent-Gyorgyi Prize for Progress in Cancer Research (2010), the Pezcoller Foundation-AACR International Award for Cancer Research (2013), the IHV Lifetime Achievement Award for Scientific Contributions (2016) and the AICF Prize for Scientific Excellence in Medicine (2017). Vogt has been elected to several academies, including the National Academy of Sciences USA, the American Philosophical Society, the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, the German National Academy of Arts and Sciences Leopoldina and the American Academy of Microbiology. Vogt has served on several scientific advisory and editorial boards, e.g., the National Foundation for Cancer Research and the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, USA (since 2000). 

 

In 1977, Robin Weiss was elected a member of the European Molecular Biology Organisation. In 1997, the year that the Waterhouse Inquiry began, Weiss became a Fellow of the Royal Society. Robin Weiss returned to work at UCL in 1999 and in the same year became an Honorary Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians. In November 2001, the Royal Netherlands Academy of Arts and Sciences awarded Weiss the M. W. Beijerinck Prize for Virology, noting especially his work on retroviruses. In the same year, Weiss delivered the Leeuwenhoek lecture. Weiss was elected to the American Philosophical Society in 2018.

Professor Weiss has pioneered aspects of our understanding of HIV and AIDS, particularly on the identification of CD4 as the HIV receptor and on the analysis of neutralizing antibodies. He has also conducted research on AIDS-associated malignancies and on pig viruses in relation to xenotransplantation. He has been President of the British Association for Cancer Research and he is currently President of the Society for General Microbiology.

In 2007 Professor Weiss was awarded the prestigious Ernst Chain Award by Imperial College, in recognition of his pioneering work on HIV/AIDS. Robin Weiss is currently leading a $25 million international research consortium, funded by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, in HIV vaccine discovery.

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An interview with Robin Weiss which shed further light on his greatness can be found on the i-Sense EPSRC IRC Early-Warning Sensing Systems for Infectious Disease website. i-Sense started in October 2013 as a five-year, £11 million Interdisciplinary Research Collaboration (IRC), funded by the Engineering and Physical Sciences Research Council (EPSRC). i-Sense describes its objective as ‘to build a new generation of digital sensing systems to identify and prevent outbreaks of infectious disease and antimicrobial resistance, much earlier than ever before. Early detection and accurate diagnosis is key to helping patients gain faster access to care and protecting populations from disease. Our mission strongly aligns to the United Nation’s Sustainable Development Goals and the Global Challenge Research Fund. We work in partnership with end users in low and middle-income countries, to build innovative digital technologies that meet their needs.’

The i-Sense website states that:

‘Professor Robin Weiss is a leading researcher whose discoveries transformed our understanding of HIV during its early years in the 1980s. This work paved the way for changes in HIV testing and treatment that saved lives. Robin has been a key collaborator and mentor of i-sense researchers working on the development of HIV diagnostics. During this interview, Robin shares with us his remarkable career spanning 50 years; working on various retroviruses before applying his vast knowledge to HIV, and how his research is now being applied across several pathogenic infectious diseases like Ebola. Robin reminds us how far we’ve come, but also the obstacles we still face, in reaching the ultimate goal of eradicating HIV and AIDS.’

According to Robin: ‘I have spent almost all of my research career working with retroviruses, particularly HIV. For the first 18 years, I was working with retroviruses that cause cancer in chickens, and then in 1980, the first human retrovirus was discovered by Robert Gallo in the US, which causes a form of leukaemia. It was then that I switched to human retroviruses and a few years later HIV was discovered.

At the time of the HIV discovery, I was Director of the Institute of Cancer Research (ICR) and we were one of the few labs in the UK with genuine expertise in retroviruses. We dived right in, were able to obtain the virus in 1984, and found we could grow it to high titre. With Richard Tedder, clinical virologist at UCL, we developed the first really good diagnostic test. This test detected antibodies produced by the body in reaction to the virus. It was based on a radio-immunoassay and was converted into the then novel ELISA method. The test went into blood donor screening in 1985, across most countries in the British Commonwealth.

Radioimmunoassay was the specialism of the team led by Vincent Marks at the University of Surrey. Wynne Aherne in particular developed radio-immunoassays for many purposes; my job at Surrey was developing a radioimmunoassay. I don’t know Robin Weiss, but I do remember a woman who worked in Vincent Marks’s team in 1988 who was working on HIV. Because Thatcher’s Gov’t – and the Top Docs – were in such a panic over HIV/AIDS and it was known that it was going to devastate some African nations, Thatch’s Gov’t had ordered everyone working on HIV to co-ordinate and work WITH each other, not AGAINST each other, which is what so often happens in science. The woman at Surrey used to rave about how great it was that funding was secure and that people therefore shared their results with each other and that collaboration was the order of the day. The only dissenter was an Australian scientists who pissed everyone off by claiming that HIV did not cause AIDS and he offered to inject himself with HIV to demonstrate this.

Robin Weiss will have known that researcher at Surrey and although collaboration was allegedly the order of the day, because Weiss was the senior researcher, he will have been credited with being the Man Who Discovered Things. So Weiss knew Vincent Marks et al who, at least by 1988, were concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales…

The i-Sense interview with Weiss continues:

also in 1985 – You made an even bigger scientific discovery that same year, one that many feel is one of the most significant breakthroughs in our understanding of HIV. Can you tell us a little more about it?

Yes, we identified the cell surface receptor that HIV uses to dock onto human cells, known as CD4. I think that’s what I’m best known for. In 1986, we published a paper reporting that while the CD4 antigen is a component of the HIV receptor, it was not sufficient by itself for the virus to enter cells; it needed an extra unknown factor. It took another 10 years before the second factor was identified as a chemokine co-receptor was discovered by Ed Berger at NIH. With hindsight, our predictions were quite smart!’

In 1986, I was still a postgrad at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital; Dafydd et al were busy sticking the knife into me via their contacts there, but I didn’t realise that at the time. I did however find out about a great deal of wrongdoing and questionable research (see posts eg. ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ and ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). So whatever Weiss published in 1986 won’t have been anything to do with me being a witness to Dafydd et al’s crimes. But Weiss didn’t actually set the world on fire in 1986; Weiss claims to have PREDICTED something that somebody else discovered 10 years later; then claims the credit for being Mystic Meg. Weiss and the bodies for which he was working and which funded him had in the meantime been exposed as frauds and liars. A member of the team had even committed suicide – at least that’s what his death had been attributed to – as a result of the disgrace. Can we believe anything that was said by Weiss et al, especially predictions of discoveries made by other people ten years later? It’s not as if anyone was going to contradict Weiss over these claims; he was riding high by then, had a Chair at UCL and Waterhouse was on the horizon, no-one was going to rock that boat, no matter how pissed off with him they might have been. Up in north Wales, Dafydd, Tony Francis et al were in the final stages of yet another more plan to fit me up and lock me up.

 

A pioneering breakthrough and very ahead of its time! How was it you came to discover this?

Our retrovirus lab collaborated with a very good immunology lab at UCL led by Peter Beverley and he had all the monoclonal antibodies known in 1984 to T-cell surface antigens that we needed. We screened all 160 of them all blind and picked out 14 that blocked HIV infection.  When we deciphered the code each of those 14 was an anti-CD4 antibody –  a clear-cut result!

What was it like in the early days of HIV research?

It was exciting and a little bit frightening! We didn’t know how to handle this virus in the lab. Every six weeks we would screen everyone in the lab with our provisional diagnostic test as we didn’t want to become infected or give it to our partners; it was always a nervous day when the results came out. We couldn’t send it off or receive results anonymously – there were only five of us and we were the only ones with the test.’

I remember it well. No-one knew anything about HIV, everyone was equally in the dark and many researchers refused to work with the virus such was the anxiety. So Weiss and his four colleagues were the only ones who knew what was going on in their lab…

‘Yet scientifically it was exciting. The CD4 discovery came quickly, the following year we published on neutralising antibodies (ones that block infection) and proved that although people living with HIV showed high levels of antibodies, they only have very low levels of protective antibodies, which was very different to other human retroviruses we knew about. This still remains a major challenge in vaccine development.

There was also a lot of fear and we had a role in trying to inform behavioural understanding. As some of the only spokespeople in the UK for HIV, we received a lot of queries.’ 

Told you so. Robin Weiss was the word of God. There was no-one to question him or his results.

‘My most recent work before my lab closed a few years ago was applying all the work I had learned about HIV envelopes to other viruses: Rabies, SARS, H5N1 influenza, and two of my former postdocs have done this with Ebola. It is useful for high throughput and because the pseudotypes themselves do not require high containment.’

Weiss could churn them out…

‘This might be quite difficult to pin down, but what for you has been your greatest accomplishment?

For me, my biggest discovery was actually one I made when I was still a PhD student at UCL, when I was able to deduce that some retroviruses are inherited in as viral genomes integrated into host chromosomal DNA. Now we know that ~8% of the human genome derives from ‘fossil’ retroviruses. I was the first to see this and it was my first ever virus paper published in 1967, so last year we celebrated 50 years since this discovery! Working together with a chicken geneticist, Jim Payne, we later proved through crosses between two breeds of chicken that the endogenous retroviruses are inherited as individual Mendelian loci.’

So for some reason Weiss is not credited with earth-shattering breakthroughs with HIV.

 

Robin Weiss’s family show the same pattern of inheritance as Colin Blakemore offspring in that Weiss’s children have inherited the gene for being Famous Scientists as well.

‘For example, during the Ebola epidemic my daughter, who is an epidemiologist at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, went to Sierra Leone where people were doing contact tracing with bits of paper to try and track who was likely to develop the virus. She went there and converted this process to mobile phones’.

That will be the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine who offered me a place to do an MSc in Medical Microbiology which was suddenly, inexplicably and unlawfully withdrawn after Dr D.G.E. Wood found out about the offer. Wood had contacts at the LSHTM. See previous posts. It was the withdrawal of the place at the LSHTM that was the reason why I did the MSc at Hammersmith instead. The traffickers of north Wales didn’t know that I had that place, so they couldn’t throw a spanner in the works until they found out that I was actually on the course. So while I was on the course, Dafydd had me unlawfully arrested and imprisoned.

 

Robin Weiss is a devoted dad and granddad:

‘Without a doubt, my most rewarding role has been acting as a mentor to young scientists. I am very proud of my scientific children and grandchildren, so to speak. To see young scientists come up and do well is a great feeling.’

Particularly when they’re members of your own family Robin!

Robin continues:

‘I was Director of the Institute of Cancer Research in London, with 600+ employees for 10 years. I think I did a pretty good job, so that is also satisfying.’

600+ employees. Involved in research fraud. Their careers all continued in spite of the 1990 scandal which led to the death of Tim McElwain. Terrifying isn’t it.

The scandal didn’t hold Robin back:

Since retiring from laboratory research, I’ve served on international advisory committees, such as the chairing the International AIDS Vaccine Initiative and being a founder member on the Board of the new Africa Health Research Institute (AHRI). While I still possess my mental marbles it’s rewarding to be able to offer advice and expertise on research and management, especially in Africa, where TB and HIV epidemics are most alarming. Currently, I advise the Indian HIV Translational Antibody Research laboratory and I’m a member of the Nuffield Council on Bioethics. Not least, I enjoy being affiliated to i-Sense owing to my expertise on llama single-chain antibodies, sometimes called nanobodies.’

Ralph Oxley, one of the lecturers in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW who was a colleague of D.G.E. Wood’s wife Chris Wood and who was married to Isobel Hargreaves, a Gwynedd social worker who worked with Dafydd’s gang, kept llamas. This lot are so bloody incestuous that I wouldn’t be surprised if Ralph and Isobel supplied the llamas for Weiss’s research. Ralph and Isobel kept their llamas at their home in Tregarth which also doubled up as a tourist attraction called ‘The Joys of Life’. There were lots of fascinating anecdotes circulating about life chez Oxley. On one occasion Isobel got so angry when the alarm clock woke her up that she threw it through the window. The Oxleys also became famous for having their electricity disconnected because they didn’t pay the bill and the llamas caused much complaint because they spat at people. None of these matters constituted serious offences and I take a liberal view of such chaos, but had one of Isobel’s Empowered Service User clients (many of whom were destitute) been the subject of such tales, it would have been documented everywhere that they were ‘chaotic and personality disordered’. Ralph and Isobel however, being in receipt of two salaries which at the time made them affluent by Gwynedd standards, were just pleasantly eccentric.

The Oxleys eventually moved to Menai Bridge and Ralph died of a heart attack some years ago. I presume that this was not yet another suspicious death, although Ralph was Someone Who Knew who pegged out just as Operational Pallial was launched and when it was clear that a Review of the Waterhouse Inquiry would be taking place. Everyone was very sad because the Oxleys were ready for a glorious retirement, having purchased a castle in Spain which they were renovating.

Incredible isn’t it. Everyone who worked with that gang did really, really well for themselves even in the face of extreme fuckwittery. Which for Ralph began when he was young. The reason that Ralph didn’t have a PhD was because he left his thesis on a bus before the viva and he didn’t have a second copy. Not that it ever held him back…

 

The i-Sense website is emblazoned with the logos of the i-Sense partnership: EPSRC; UCL; Imperial College; London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine; Newcastle University; University of Surrey; and Public Health England. That’s the Public Health England which have just persuaded Theresa May’s Gov’t to add folic acid to all the flour for consumption in the UK on the basis of some not overwhelmingly convincing evidence (see comments following my post ‘Slaves, Perfect Slaves’).

Other bodies which the i-Sense website boasts that i-Sense works with are:

Academic partners: London Centre for Nanotechnology; UVRI (Uganda Virus Research Institute); IDH 5G innovation centre. Clinical partners: NHS; National Institute for Health Research; AHRI (Africa Health Research Institute); UCL Partners; Avacta; Bloomsbury Research Institute; Newcastle-upon-Tyne NHS Foundation Trust; Farr (The Farr Institute of Health Informatics Research); flusurvey.org.uk. Industry partners: Google; microsoft; mologic; BD; FIND; OJBIO; Telefonica; TwistDx; Cambridge Life Sciences; microdrop technologies; Cepheid.

 

I am not the only person who is less than convinced by the claims of Robin Weiss. There is an extensive account available on the web, denouncing Weiss as ‘Professor of Virology, Doctor of Spin’, which is ‘Edward Hooper’s response to Robin Weiss’s “Concluding remarks” at the 2001 Lincei conference on “Origin of HIV and Emerging Persistent Viruses”. It is explained that ‘This article is part of a collection of material on Polio vaccines and the origins of AIDS which in turn is part of Brian Martin’s website on suppression of dissent’ and ‘In his concluding speech at the Lincei conference of September 2001, later published under the title ‘Emerging Persistent Infections: Family Heirlooms and New Acquisitions’ [Weiss, 2003], Professor Robin Weiss devoted a section to the origins of AIDS debate. However, like his other interventions in this debate at the Royal Society conference on “Origins of HIV and the AIDS epidemic” and in the pages of Nature, this paper contained many observations that were flawed, misleading, or simply untrue.’

After this introduction, there follows a complete destruction of some of Robin Weiss’s work.

 

Robin Weiss mentions in his interview that two of his colleagues who were part of the Story Of HIV were Richard Tedder and Peter Beverly.

Richard Tedder was Head of the Department of Virology at the UCL Medical School and he now works as virologist at Public Health England.

Richard Tedder is the youngest son of Marshal of the Royal Air Force, Lord Arthur Tedder.

Arthur Tedder was a pilot and squadron commander in the Royal Flying Corps in WWI and he went on to serve as a senior officer in the RAF during the inter-war years when he served in Turkey, Great Britain and the Far East.

At the outbreak of WWII in 1939, Tedder’s department was transferred to the newly created Ministry of Aircraft Production, but Tedder was unable to form a good working relationship with the Minister, Lord Beaverbrook and consequently with PM Churchill; on 29 November 1940, Tedder became Deputy Air Officer Commanding in Chief, RAF Middle East Command with the acting rank of Air Marshal. Tedder directed air operations in the Mediterranean and North Africa, including the evacuation of Crete and Operation Crusader in North Africa. His bombing tactics became known as the “Tedder Carpet”. Later in the war Tedder took command of Mediterranean Air Command and in that role was closely involved in the planning of the Allied invasion of Sicily and then the Allied invasion of Italy. When Operation Overlord  – the invasion of France -came to be planned, Tedder was appointed Deputy Supreme Commander at Supreme HQ Allied Expeditionary Force under General Eisenhower.

However Tedder developed an antipathy towards the British General Montgomery and during the Battle of Normandy and later, he was a critic of Montgomery’s performance and advocated Montgomery’s removal from command. In the last year of the war, Tedder was sent to the Soviet Union to seek assistance as the Western Front came under pressure during the Battle of the Bulge. When the unconditional surrender of the Germans came in May 1945 Tedder signed on behalf of General Eisenhower. He was promoted to the substantive rank of Air Chief Marshal on 6 June 1945. Tedder was awarded the Soviet Order of Kutuzov (1st class) on 28 August 1945 and promoted to Marshal of the Royal Air Force on 12 September 1945.

Arthur Tedder (centre) at the ceremony of the German unconditional surrender (May 1945). Standing is Soviet Marshal Zhukov reading the act of the surrender.
I was about 10 yrs old when I realised that parts of the history of WWII were politely not discussed any longer. I discovered this when I read an old book for children that I found in my grandpa’s house called ‘The Empire Youth Annual’ which had been published after WWII to ‘celebrate victory’; grandpa had purchased a copy for my father and uncle. There were a series of photos inside of ‘The Heroes Who Helped Us Win The War’, one photo of which was of course of Stalin. Who was a very popular man in Britain immediately after WWII.
Tedder’s ally Jolly Joe Stalin:
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Tedder took over from as Chief of the Air Staff on 1 January 1946. In that role he advocated increased recruiting in the face of many airmen leaving the service, doubled the size of Fighter Command and implemented arrangements for the Berlin Airlift in 1948.
Tedder was granted a peerage as Baron Tedder of Glenguin on 8 February 1946 and received the American Distinguished Service Medal on 14 June 1946. He become Chairman, British Joint Services Mission in Washington in January 1950 before retiring in May 1951. In 1951 Tedder accepted an invitation to Chair the Royal Commission on University Education in Dundee which ultimately led to the creation of the Queen’s College Dundee as a college of the University of St Andrews. Tedder’s son John, Richard’s brother, would later be a Professor at both the University of Dundee (as Queen’s College eventually became) and at St Andrews.
Dafydd’s mate/umbrella/partner-in-crime Professor Robert Bluglass (see previous posts) studied medicine at St Andrews, remained part of its alumni network and will have known Prof – later Lord – John Tedder and probably knew the other Tedders as well, Bluglass being someone who shamelessly ingratiated himself to useful people.

Lord Arthur Tedder served as Chancellor of the University of Cambridge, 1950-67. His election to that office was after a huge scrap and much bad feeling. Tedder was considered to be the ‘establishment candidate’ and a group of others entitled to vote – including Bertrand Russell, R.A.B. Butler, E.M. Forster and Lord Louis Mountbatten – supported the name put forward by another group of dons, Pandit Nehru, then India’s PM. The atmosphere became so unpleasant that eventually Nehru asked to be nominated. In the end, just under 200 people voted, during drizzling rain. After half an hour of voting, the Senior Proctor announced that Tedder had been duly elected, without giving any figures. Who knows, around the back of the sheds there could have been a litter bin with the contents smouldering away…

Lord Tedder also served as Chairman of the Standard Motor Company, 1954-60 and as Vice-Chairman of the Board of Governors of the BBC.

 

Arthur Tedder’s seniority and activities during WWII meant that he undoubtedly knew about the shenanigans in High Places, including Royal Places, described in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’. Tedder would also have known people like Admiral Sir Alec Bingley, who was also party to those shenanigans and who’s wife Lady Juliet and son William spent the rest of their careers in MIND – and in William’s case as Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission as well – concealing those shenanigans and on into the next generation re Those Who Knew ie. Dafydd et al. The fact that Tedder fell out with people like Churchill and Montgomery and lived to fight another day and pick up a peerage as well suggests that he was wielding a great deal of power over the highest levels of Gov’t and the Military for some reason…

No wonder Cambridge University had to ensure that Tedder became Chancellor.

Arthur Tedder died in 1967. So he was around long enough to help Dafydd early in his career as well as Gwynne the lobotomist. After that of course Arthur Tedder’s sons were there to keep the flag flying…

 

One of the best ever cartoon strips in ‘Private Eye’ was ‘Battle for Britain’, part of their ‘War Picture Library’ collection. It was a satirical presentation of the struggles of the Labour Party opposition led by the Windbag against the Tory Gov’t led by Thatch.

 

In a tank Herr Thatchler leads the charge; Jock Steel and Doc “Killer” Owen are helplessly entrenched; and “Fatty” Heffer looks cynically on as “Taffy” Kinnock leads the retreat.

 

 

Arthur Tedder’s youngest son Richard Tedder was educated at Dauntsey’s School, Cambridge University and the Middlesex Hospital. Tedder was Research Assistant to Professor Richard Harrison at the London Hospital Medical School and then worked with Dr J. D. H. Slater at the Middlesex Hospital, 1973-74. Following that, Tedder worked with Sir Anthony Grabham at Kettering General Hospital for a year. Tony Grabham was one of the Top Doctors leaders whom Ken Clarke did battle with and loathed when Clarke was in the DoH. Well Ken, Brown and I and a few others had evidence which could have jailed some of the BMA bastards but you were prioritising Sir Peter Morrison’s career and liberty weren’t you.

Grabham was a surgeon and a British Army officer, who was active in medical politics. He was Chairman of the BMA in the late 1970s to early 1980s and was a member of the GMC for twenty years.

Grabham was born in 1930 in Newcastle-upon-Tyne and his father was a police inspector. Born into the heart of those who concealed the longstanding abuse gang in the north east who had strong links with Dafydd et al by the late 1960s then…

Grabham qualified from the Royal Victoria Infirmary, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, so he will have known Dafydd’s other big mate, the Bastard of Newcastle, Lord John Walton, who also cluttered up the BMA and GMC during the 1980s (see previous posts).

In 1954, Grabham served with the RAMC, 1954-56 and was then transferred to the TA. He ended his military service in 1957. Grabham wrote on medico-politics for the BMJ.  

Grabham was given a K in the New Years Honours of 1988. That will have been some sort of reward for keeping the lid on the heap of dung which was Dafydd et al in north Wales; in 1988, Dafydd and Tony Francis’s mates were in the middle of those research frauds with the CRC and ICRF…

Grabham’s 2015 obituary – yes, he was here until recently, nailing lids firmly shut – in the Indie told us a few interesting things:

Frustrated at the BMA’s poor performance, Grabham decided to do something about it. He was elected Chairman of the Central Committee for Hospital Medical Services in 1975, the Council of the BMA in 1979 and the Joint Consultants Committee (JCC) in 1984. The JCC is made up of representatives of the BMA and the Medical Royal Colleges and negotiates with the Government on all hospital matters, except pay and terms and conditions of service. The committee had always been chaired by someone from the royal colleges; Grabham was the first BMA person to fill the role.’

The JCC also appointed the ‘Independent’ Top Doctors who Chaired Professional Reviews in the wake of serious NHS complaints. It was the JCC who appointed Dafydd’s mate Bluglass and the also fully-on-board-with Dafydd Dr Colin Berry as ‘Independent’ opinions to investigate my complaint about Dafydd et al in 1989 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). Thanks Grabham!

 

A major highlight of his career came in 1975. Harold Wilson’s government published a consultative document on the separation of private practice from the NHS. The BMA described this as “perhaps the greatest threat to the independence of the medical profession since the controversy associated with the introduction of the NHS 30 years ago.”

But their hearts lie with the NHS!

Grabham helped to put together an alliance of the BMA and 15 other medical and dental organisations. They hired Lord Goodman, who arranged a meeting with the Prime Minister.

Lord Arnold Goodman was Harold Wilson’s solicitor. Goodman was widely suspected of being a crook. Lord Goodman represented Jeremy Thorpe for the first part of Thorpe’s case when Thorpe was charged with incitement to murder Norman Scott (see previous posts). So Grabham went straight to the top for help to fight his corner then.

Lord Goodman advised that although Grabham was the junior member of the alliance only he should speak at the meeting. A compromise, known as the Goodman proposals, was reached: private beds would not be phased out of NHS hospitals where there were no adequate private facilities close by. Threatened sanctions and industrial action were averted.

Barbara Castle said that negotiating with Grabham was like being “shot at with silver bullets” and that, although he was greedy and arrogant, he was “the best negotiator I have ever dealt with and a huge force in committee meetings.” In her diary she wrote. “Grabham made all the running. He is by far the ablest (and toughest) negotiator they have got.”

Babs meant that Grabham had the shit on all of them and made it clear that he would use it. Brave Battling Babs the Flame Haired Fearless Socialist didn’t grab Grabham by the knackers and say ‘do your jobs you callous pompous bastards’ because there was that little matter of George Thomas… and Greville… and so many more… And of course Babs Who Hated Private Medicine had Gone Private herself for her fertility treatment and what would have happened to Babs’s credibility if anyone had found out about that?

When they sat next to each other at a dinner 10 years later she said, “You’re the Tony Grabham?” When he agreed that he was, she retorted, “You were a bugger.”

I’d have kneed him in the groin so hard that he’d have needed the assistance of his colleagues.

Barbara Castle was not the only minister to cross swords with Grabham. When the Conservative government planned to radically reform the NHS in 1990 some members of the House of Lords feared the reforms might harm patient care. So the Health Secretary, Kenneth Clarke, set up the Clinical Standards Advisory Group to explore alternatives, but he specified that the group should not include the BMA, particularly the JCC chairman, whom he regarded as “one of the cleverest and most difficult negotiator he had ever come across.” But the President of the Royal College of Surgeons, Sir Terence English, refused to take part unless the BMA was involved.’

It just goes on and on doesn’t it. Stupid vain politicians who are so compromised that they are repeatedly blackmailed by greedy equally compromised Top Doctors in a battle of who blinks first. The politicians know what the ultimate manoeuvre will be: a Top Doctors’ strike and in the events of the first patient to die, the Gov’t will fall. So a criminal gang ran north Wales unhindered.

A second highlight came in 1979 when Grabham was persuaded by leading general practitioners to stand as chairman of the BMA council against the incumbent, James Cameron, another general practitioner. He won at a time when the membership of the association had fallen to about 50 per cent of British doctors.’

Even the other Top Doctors were sick of the grandiose old masons who were running medicine and bullying the junior doctors into the ground. In 1978, Dafydd Wigley had asked Shirl, Callaghan’s Education Secretary, to hold a Public Inquiry into Sir Charles Evans’s management of UCNW, such was the havoc. There was no Inquiry, which I think was just as well for Dafydd Wigley’s sake actually, because everyone knew what the problem was: Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the gang, whom no-one would reign in. See previous posts eg. ‘Slaves, Perfect Slaves’. In 1979, Dafydd had Mary Wynch unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then in Denbigh. Grabham said and did nothing. He just took over the BMA.

Under his leadership the BMA introduced regional services and industrial relations officers to help doctors in their disputes with employers. Membership increased to 75-80 per cent of doctors, and the largest increase in membership of the association came while Grabham was council chairman.

So the decent Top Docs who were becoming disillusioned and concerned were sunk and outnumbered by the greedy bastards encouraged by Grabham.

He illustrated his financial acumen by starting BMA Services, which helped members with their financial affairs. This tied in members, who lost the services if they resigned. BMA Services was eventually sold for £500m. He was a business leader manqué.

But our hearts are with the NHS! All we are concerned about is patient care… Ooh I was a young doctor before the advent of the NHS and I remember Typhoid Mary well… And Florence Nightingale… Do you know my nephew Ed, he wants to be PM…

Grabham was a member of the General Medical Council for 20 years, running twice unsuccessfully for President.

So Grabham was one of those batting all the complaints about Dafydd re sexual impropriety, illegal imprisonment and patient deaths into the long grass. An even bigger bastard will have been elected President.

In 1993 he became Chairman of the journal committee of the BMJ Publishing Group. Thanks in part to his business knowledge the group’s turnover rose from £12m in 1991 to £55m in 2004.

But our hearts are with the NHS! (shurely shome mistake – Ed)

In 2002 he was elected president of the BMA. In his presidential address he said that he was “a child of the NHS”, but criticised the service’s chronic underfunding.

I told you – Typhoid Mary, Florence etc etc, he remembered it well. The only problem all those centuries later was that the Top Docs didn’t have enough money, despite those figures quoted in previous paragraphs. In 2002, Miranda was PM and Miranda was known for throwing billions at the Top Doctors in return for complete suppression of whistleblowers eg. Mid-Staffs, North Wales…

He said that a third of the NHS was of the highest quality, a third reasonably good, and a third verging on Third World medicine.

Thanks to Dafydd et al receiving complete protection from Tony Grabham and his mates…

Although he knew that it was against BMA policy he suggested looking at other healthcare systems rather than relying on a tax-based healthcare system.

But our hearts are in the NHS!

Grabham loved foreign travel, particularly to Egypt and the Caribbean. He was interested in antiques and enjoyed good food.

Somehow I thought that he would. Empowered Service Users lived rough, even some in Bethesda, let alone in big metropolitan centres.

Some colleagues and opponents found him arrogant and ruthless,

Never???

but he was always polite and dignified.

So was Bluglass actually, but just look at what he was doing…

He and his wife, Pam, who was a staunch supporter throughout his medical and political careers, were kind and thoughtful.

Bless!

Their first child, Sarah, who has Down’s Syndrome, always came first when they were making travel or social arrangements.

Yes, Grabham will have looked after his own. While thousands of other Down’s syndrome people were systematically neglected by the NHS, resulting in them having an average life-span some 25 years shorter than other people. In Bryn-y-Neuadd, Gwynedd, people like Grabham’s daughter were Helped To Explore Their Sexual Needs and Supported In Their Sexual Relationships by Dafydd’s colleagues…

‘Even after he developed spindle cell sarcoma last year they found time to send me flowers after I had had an operation.’

Grabham bothered to sent flowers to the writer of this obituary (Linda Beecham) because she was worth knowing. I’d like to have seen the details of his flowers orders; I can predict who will have been on the receiving end of those flowers.

 

Now here’s a few extracts from Grabham’s Torygraph obit:

‘The Association was then at a low ebb, almost moribund in the view of some doctors. Its image was still bruised by its opposition to the introduction of the NHS, and many doctors saw its only priority as increasing the pay of GPs. One senior physician was heard to remark: “The BMA is just about one four letter word: CASH.” As a result only about half of doctors belonged to the organisation and hospital doctors were obviously discontented. The Association’s problems were compounded by demoralised staff and a lacklustre team of chief officers.

Then, in 1979, the exception to this, Jim Cameron, the chairman of the BMA Council and a popular and successful GP negotiator, reneged on a promise to serve for only three years despite the fact that, given his age (74) and his preoccupation with general practice, many regarded him as unfit to continue. In a dramatic turn of events some GPs lobbied Grabham to oppose him and he was overwhelmingly successful in the subsequent election.

Fortunately Grabham’s start as chairman coincided with the election of new chief officer colleagues of a different calibre. The new-look Association began by concentrating on serving the whole of the profession as well as taking a public stance on scientific and ethical questions. As a result the membership of the BMA reached its highest level ever under Grabham’s chairmanship, while its image was polished by a revamped public relations department.

Some of the increase in membership may have reflected his introduction of BMA Services, an attractive scheme of benefits for members which Grabham copied from Canada. He became its director, as he did of Private Patients Plan, which the BMA adopted two years later.

Grabham retired from the BMA chairmanship in 1984 but his experience as a negotiator continued to serve him well in the final phase of his career. This included a year as president of the BMA and the chairmanship, from 1995, of the British Medical Journal Group, masterminding its transition into an independent body, though linked to the BMA. Its new status freed the BMJ of the need to report the humdrum detail of BMA activities and allowed it to enhance its reputation as a professional journal of international importance. The group itself developed electronic publication and expanded its range of specialty journals, with both financial turnover and profitability increasing to levels that justified Grabham’s hands-on approach.

Grabham’s devotion to his patients and his profession meant that he neglected to develop other interests, preferring instead to go for long holidays in the sun and buying bibelots after prolonged bargaining which could verge on the embarrassing. He always carried a hand lens to detect flaws with which he cajoled many a jeweller to slash the asking price .

He was a private man whose immediate courtesy and charm concealed the ambition and even ruthlessness in some of his political and business dealings. But his real nature came out in his deep devotion to his family.

 

A few extracts from the BMJ’s obit to shed yet more light on this misunderstood Top Doctor who was all heart:

Barbara Castle, who was secretary of state for health, was proposing to phase out private practice from NHS hospitals and change the consultant contract to favour full timers over part timers. Consultants opposed this strongly as they felt it betrayed the contract they’d agreed with Aneurin Bevan at the start of the NHS.

At the time Grabham was the chair of the Central Committee for Hospital Medical Services (CCHMS, the “consultants’ committee” of the BMA), and he put together a “grand alliance” of the BMA, the royal colleges, BUPA, and a member of the Hospital Consultants Association (HCA), a body that then threatened the BMA’s pre-eminence in representing consultants. For £20 000 (about £90 000 now) the alliance hired Lord Goodman, a friend of Wilson and the fixer of his day. He arranged a meeting of the group with Wilson and with a single phone call ensured an editorial supporting the consultants in a leading newspaper.

Goodman’s advice was that only Grabham speak in the meeting despite him being the most junior. Grabham expected Wilson to be a “rough diamond,” but he was dressed smartly and smoking a big cigar when the doctors arrived. Surrounded by older and grander men, including the presidents of the royal colleges, Grabham put the consultants’ case in what we can be sure was his clear, precise, polite, but firm manner. Wilson asked the then president of the Royal College of Surgeons what he thought, but, following Goodman’s advice, the president said that only Grabham would answer for the profession. The meeting was a success in that a compromise was found..’

Tony Grabham was given his knighthood for ‘his work in Chairing the JCC’. That 1988 knighthood. My complaint about Dafydd et al took so long to meander through the system and was subject to so many delays that although Bluglass didn’t perform the cover-up until the summer of 1989, my original complaint was made early in 1987. I have documentation demonstrating the numerous lies that were told to me, the number of documents that were forged/amended/post-dated etc. Tony Grabham was almost certainly still Chairing the JCC or very heavily influencing it when someone decided that Bluglass and Berry would need to be mobilised.

Grabham married, in 1960, Pamela Rudd, who survives him with their two sons and two daughters; two of his children are doctors.

Sir Anthony Grabham, born July 19 1930, died February 21 2015; 

A Truly Malignant Influence.

Surgeon who defeated Labour plans to abolish private hospital beds and led the BMA into an era of growth

Sir Anthony Grabham

 

BMA into an era of growth

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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Dr John Anthony Grabham is listed as a Director of various companies including Surrey and Sussex Colorectal Ltd; Surrey and Sussex Consultant Partnership Ltd.

 

 

After his stint learning the ropes at the knee of Sir Anthony Grabham, Richard Tedder was appointed as Assistant Lecturer/Senior Registrar at the Middlesex Hospital Medical School, 1975-76. From 1977 to 1979 he was Wellcome Research Fellow at Middlesex in the Department of Medical Microbiology and a Lecturer in the same department, 1980-81. Tedder was appointed a Senior Lecturer at UCL Medical School in 1981; was Head of the Division of Virology, 1982-95, in 1991 being appointed Professor of Medical Virology. He became Head of the Department of Virology in 1995.

Tedder’s first published work was on Hep B, with later work on the diagnostic development and treatment of HIV and Hep C. He also has interests in chronic viral infections of the liver. Tedder is a consultant virologist to the National Blood Service and a member of several DoH, Royal College of Pathologists and Strategic Health Authorities working parties and groups in the fields of virology and pathology. 

Richard Tedder is also:

  • Honorary Consultant, Department of Microbiological Reagents, Public Health Laboratory Service, Colindale, 1981-
  • Short term external Consultant, Global Project on AIDS, World Health Organisation, Geneva, Switzerland, 1987-
  • Director of Virology Service, UCL Hospitals 1991 onwards
  • Honorary Consultant Microbiologist, North London Blood Transfusion Centre, Colindale, 1981 onwards
  • Department of Health Advisory Group on Hepatitis
  • Consultant Virologist to the National Blood Service, 1995 onwards
  • Head of Blood Borne Virus Unit at the Centre for Infections, Health Protection Agency, Colindale
  • Standing Advisory Committee on Transfusion Transmitted Infections
  • Advisory Committee on the Safety of Blood, Tissues and Organs (SaBTO)
  • Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians
  • Fellow of the Royal College of Pathologists and Council Member
  • Society for General Microbiology
  • European Association for the Study of the Liver
  • European Rapid Viral Diagnosis Group

 

Richard Tedder’s older brother, Lord John Tedder, spent 15 years lecturing in chemistry at Birmingham University and then was appointed to the Roscoe Chair in Chemistry at the University of Dundee. Tedder became Purdie Professor of Chemistry at St. Andrews University in 1969, and held the post until 1989. He then served as Emeritus Professor, 1989–94.

Bluglass was not only an alumni of St Andrews, but he held the Chair in Forensic Psychiatry at Birmingham University for many years as well.

Tedder succeeded his father as Baron Tedder and served in the Lords. Although he was apparently reluctant to perpetuate the title, he was persuaded by colleagues that the peerage system could benefit by the presence of a scientist and educator. He served on the House of Lords Committee on Hazardous Waste, and contributed to discussions in the House about matters of science and tertiary education. He was also honoured by his election to a Fellowship of the Royal Society of Edinburgh.

In 1981, Tedder became a founding member of the World Cultural Council.

One of Lord John Tedder’s ‘time-consuming and abiding interests’ was the development of the Open University. The OU was a Harold Wilson initiative, the development of which Harold left to Jennie Lee and Lord Arnold Goodman to play with. Many paedophiles’ friends of an earlier generation were involved with the OU in its early days (see previous posts).

 

Richard and John Tedder’s grandfather, Sir Arthur Tedder, spent a life in the financial service of the Crown. He was Chief Inspector from 1906 to 1911 of Customs and Excise and above all others was the official responsible for the organisation of the machinery of the first old-age pension scheme in the world. Working directly for both Asquith and Lloyd George as Chancellor, Sir Arthur Tedder was an imaginative innovator who became one of Lloyd George’s favourite senior officials. Arthur Tedder occupied the key post of Commissioner of Customs and Excise from the watershed budget of 1909 with its tax on property until the end of the WWI.

So famille Tedder have been telling people in Gov’t what to do for generations.

 

There is very little trace of Robin Wesiss’s colleague Peter Beverley on the internet, although Beverley’s name occasionally crops up here and there. He can be found on the ResearchGate website, listed as an Emeritus Professor at Imperial College. Here’s his mugshot:

 

Peter Beverley

 

Beverley’s qualifications indicate that he was a Top Doctor as well as a scientist. Beverley also gets a mention in the biography of Professor Mala Maini, Professor of Viral Immunology in the Division of Infection & Immunity, Faculty of Medical Sciences, UCL:

‘I am Professor of Viral Immunology in the Division of Infection and Immunity at University College London, also working as a Consultant Physician in a viral hepatitis clinic. My research has always been closely informed by the patients I see in my clinics and the samples they generously donate for our work.

I obtained my specialist medical accreditation in 1995 and my PhD, funded by an MRC Clinical Training Fellowship, in the lab of Peter Beverley (ICRF, London) in 1998. A unifying theme in my research training has been the T cell immunology of persistent viral infections in humans (from EBV to HIV and then HBV). Whilst funded by the Edward Jenner Institute to work on HIV-2, I joined forces with Antonio Bertoletti and became increasingly focused on HBV immunopathogenesis, starting my own group in this field in 2002. After an MRC/Academy of Medical Sciences Clinical Scientist Fellowship, I moved into a tenured position at UCL and a personal chair in 2009. In 2013 I obtained a Wellcome Trust Senior Investigator Award.

Other positions I currently hold:

  • Deputy Head of the Department of Immunology
  • Chair of the Athena Swan team, Division of Infection and Immunity
  • Deputy Post-graduate tutor, Division of Infection and Immunity
  • UCLP Theme Leader for Immunity/Immunotherapy of Chronic Infection
Research Themes
Cancer
Infection, Immunology & Inflammation
Personalised Medicine

 

 Research Summary
  • Our research programme is focused on dissecting the immune correlates of viral persistence and liver damage in order to allow the development of novel immunotherapeutic strategies for hepatitis B virus (HBV).
  • As well as being of great medical importance in its own right, HBV provides a useful model to provide insights into liver immunology, which has relevance for other hepatotropic infections and malignancies, liver transplantation and autoimmunity.
  • We have become fascinated by how the liver utilises multiple specialised cell types and pathways to maintain a uniquely tolerant immunological environment. Defining the mechanisms of hepatic tolerance is critical to understanding how three of the most prevalent and devastating human pathogens, HBV, hepatitis C virus and malaria, take advantage of this niche in which to replicate and/or persist.
  • We are also interested in how hepatic immune responses mediate and regulate the liver damage that drives fibrosis, ultimately leading to the complications of liver cirrhosis and hepatocellular carcinoma (HCC) that still kill an estimated 600,000 people a year with chronic HBV infection. This is of particular interest in patients co-infected with HBV and HIV who have ongoing high mortality from accelerated liver fibrosis.
  • Existing therapies are rarely able to cure HBV or complications like HCC so our goal is to develop tailored boosting of antiviral immunity. The rationale for this approach is based on the fact that many adults control HBV through their natural immune response without overwhelming liver damage. 
Teaching Summary

I have made substantial contributions to various teaching programmes over the years and have acquired extensive experience in teaching through seminars, interactive tutorials, and one on one in the lab or clinic. I have taught medical students and junior doctors, BSc and MSc students, nurses and physiotherapists, and post-graduates on an Advanced Immunology course. 
Currently I teach on the Immunology BSc and Virology BSc courses and supervise undergraduate and postgraduate students in the laboratory.

Academic Background
2009 FRCP Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians – Medicine Royal College of Physicians
1998 PhD Doctor of Philosophy – Immunology University of London
1991 MRCP Member of the Royal College of Physicians – Clinical Medicine Royal College of Physicians
1990 Dip. Diploma London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine
1986 MBBS Bachelor of Medicine/Bachelor of Surgery – Clinical Medicine University of London

 

Here’s Mala, who’s PhD was supervised by a cheat and a liar who remained silent even when one of his colleagues was found dead:

 

The Bloomberg website tells us that Peter Beverley ‘serves as Professor at Jenner Institute for Vaccine Research. Prof. Beverley served as head of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund’s Tumour Immunology until 1995. He served as Scientific Head of the Jenner Institute for Vaccine Research. His research interests include tumour immunology and the understanding of the memory T-cells of the immune system. He serves as Member of the Scientific Advisory Board at MNLpharma Ltd. Prof. Beverley has served on numerous UK Government research committees and has published over 150 scientific papers in the field of immunology.’

So Beverley held a senior role at ICRF, when the ICRF was one of the bodies at the centre of the 1990 research scandal which resulted in the death of Tim McElwain. Could that be the reason why Peter Beverley has largely disappeared from the internet? Furthermore, just look at the address provided for Beverley in his capacity as a Member of the Advisory Board for MNLpharma Ltd:

Corporate Headquarters

Plas Gogerddan
Aberystwyth, Dyfed SY23 3EBUnited Kingdom

Phone: 44 1970 823 201

Now there’s a surprise.

Plas Goggerdan is the address of IBERS (the Institute of Biological, Environmental and Rural Sciences) at Abersytwyth University.

It was claimed that:

MNLpharma (‘MNL’) is a private UK drug discovery and development company focused on the exploitation of imino sugar therapeutics for the prevention and treatment of disease. The company’s in-house programmes focus on cancer, and infectious diseases. MNLpharma has discovery and development programmes in the areas of immunomodulation and direct acting antivirals with a number of compounds showing promise against several key viral pathogens where effective treatments are currently lacking.

MNLpharma’s lead compound (MNLP462a) is an imino sugar immunomodulator which has demonstrated impressive protective and therapeutic effects in in vivo cancer models. As a broad spectrum immunotherapeutic MNLP462a is anticipated to be developed for use in a wide range of diseases including infection and as such has great commercial value and potential. This candidate will enter the clinic in 2006.

Whether that candidate did enter the clinic in 2006 or whether that was just another load of spin by some chancers with links to Dafydd et al I do not know.

In addition to imino sugars, the company has a unique chemistry platform of pure, novel, drug-like natural compounds called Phytopure. This collection is being exploited in a limited number of highly targeted collaborations. Whilst its own imino sugar therapeutics are being developed in-house, MNLpharma seeks to exploit Phytopure through a limited number of alliances with companies that are leaders in specific fields.

Phytopure wasn’t the only thing that was being exploited.

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

 

Phytopure led the the establishment of a company called PhytoQuest, also located at IBERS at Aberystwyth and which is very much still alive.

PhytoQuest’s website – which carries the logo of Aberystwyth University – tells us that PhytoQuest ‘owns science to innovate natural ingredients and compounds in the high-margin healthy-living products emerging from the convergence of food, pharmaceuticals, and cosmetics. PhytoQuest traces its history back to 1999 when Prof. Robert Nash founded MolecularNature Limited (MNL) as a spin-off of the UK’s Institute of Grassland and Environmental Research (IGER). In 2006, MNL was bought by Summit Plc and in 2009 an MBO allowed for the formation of PhytoQuest Ltd.

Director
Dr. Nash leads PhytoQuest and is a global leader in the field of phytochemistry. He spent the first decade of his post-doctoral work focused “on anti-viral agents with the Medical Research Council AIDS-Directed Programme” at King’s College London and the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew. He then moved to IGER as the head of its chemistry group, and was a founding director of MNL and founded its holding company, MNL Pharmaceuticals Ltd. Dr Nash has published over 200 scientific publications and patents, and he was awarded the 1st Pierre-Fabre Award of the Phytochemical Society of Europe in 2001. Robert gives many international conference presentations and media interviews.’
The other staff of PhytoQuest are: Dr Barbara Bartholomew, Biochemist.
Dr. Bartholomew is an experienced biochemist and is responsible for bioassays and project management. Dr Jackie Hollinshead, Organic Chemist.
Dr. Hollinshead is a synthetic chemist by training and expert in structural elucidation and purifications. Hazel Sharp, Natural Products Chemist. Hazel has extensive commercial experience in compound purification and IT data management. Yana Penkova, Business Development. Yana is an agronomist who specialised in herbal medicines and food plants. She has long business experience in the chemical industry utilising her masters in Organic Chemistry.
PhyoQuest’s website’s ‘news’ section tells us that ‘PhytoQuest is conducting a number of clinical studies to support the health benefits of iminosugars in new retail products. Some new molecules are being pursued as novel pharmaceuticals for glucose control and reducing inflammation. PhytoQuest receives Biotechnology award as Global Leader in Phytochemistry from AI Global Media.’
PhytoQuest have worked with BEACON, who spoke most highly of PhytoQuest, which is not surprising, because BEACON is another Aberystwyth University-associated company, the Biorefining Centre of Excellence:

‘The BEACON Biorefining Centre of Excellence is a partnership between Aberystwyth, Bangor and Swansea Universities, working in the field of conversion of biomass into biobased products.  Led by Aberystwyth University, it is backed with nearly £8 million from the European Regional Development Fund through the Welsh Government. BEACON helps Welsh businesses develop new ways of converting feedstocks (e.g. rye grass, oats, miscanthus) and waste streams into products which have applications in the pharmaceutical, chemicals, fuel and cosmetic industries.

BEACON will build on research already underway at Aberystwyth University’s Institute of Biological Environmental and Rural Sciences (IBERS) to produce fuels from energy crops such as high-sugar grasses like rye. It will also enable Swansea University to focus on developing their expertise in using bacteria and fungi to digest, or ferment, plant matter within the bio-refining process.

Bangor University will build on work to develop new materials from plants which can be used to develop innovative products, having recently discovered that compounds found in some local plants can be used to control problems like potato blight.

We are seeking to:

  • Establish links between the business community and academia within Wales
  • Develop new products and processes that will support economic growth
  • Create highly skilled jobs in the area of green biotech
  • Support inward investment
  • Promote science excellence from Wales

BEACON offers businesses with interests in the biorefining sector access to the research, expertise and knowledge base of universities in Wales.
We can help:

  • Companies in the construction, packaging and manufacturing industries by developing new biocomposite materials
  • The bioscience industry – for example, developing new microbial or enzyme systems and technologies for the processing of biomass
  • The chemical industry by providing new sources of ‘green’ chemicals
  • Fuel producers by offering ‘green’ fuels, impacting on the Renewable Transport Fuel Obligation (RTFO) and reducing carbon emissions
  • Rural communities by applying biorefinery technology to the processing of non-food crops

This encompasses a huge range of businesses in areas as diverse as: Agrochemicals, Bio Fuels, Coatings and Adhesives, Cosmetics and Personal, Essential Oils, Lubricants, Nutraceuticals, Pharmaceuticals, Speciality Polymers, Surfactants, Water and Effluent Treatment, for example.

The BEACON partners can undertake:

  • Formulation of new biocomposites
  • Extrusion / bioplastics
  • Novel chemistries / applications
  • Metabolic engineering of yeasts
  • Protein modelling such as new enzymes, e.g. for food industry or bioprocessing
The Institutes with which Robert Nash is associated at Aberystwyth University are part of the Agricultural Sciences/Plant Biology bits of Aber. One of the plant biology academics at Aber is the son of ‘Davey Crockett’, an Angel who spent many years working at the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh, manning Dafydd’s Dungeon. Davey Crockett’s real name was I’m fairly sure Jones, so his son will be one of the academics called Jones featured on the IBERS webpages. Davey Crockett’s daughter is a social worker who ended up with a job as a senior social worker in the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales. See previous posts. They all loathed Dafydd but were very frightened of him and called for his assistance in the event of emergencies. Not that Dafydd always delivered…
The Agri Sciences/Plant Biology bits of Aberystwyth were closely linked to the same Depts at UCNW (Bangor). Both the Plant Biology and the Agri Dept at UCNW were very closely associated with Dafydd and his gang. Mary Wynch was working as a secretary in the Agri Dept when Dafydd had her unlawfully arrested and imprisoned and not one of her colleagues raised a concern. The Agri Dept was massively dysfunctional (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’) and I believe that Mary discovered something appalling there, which was why she was targeted by Dafydd. Whatever Mary discovered I suspect had something to do with Lord Lloyd Kenyon, who was President of UCNW for many years and who’s adult son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was caught sexually abusing a boy in the care of the social services in the late 1970s. Thomas made a complaint of theft against the boy – among the items which the boy was alleged to have stolen were pornographic Polaroid photos of him and Thomas together – and the boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no charges. Lord Kenyon’s special interests were agriculture and health. He held many appointments, including with the North Wales Police Authority and Clwyd Health Authority. Lord Kenyon sat as a magistrate, was a Director of Lloyds Bank and the most senior Freemason in Wales and much else besides (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).
Professor Richard Howath, an agricultural economist at UCNW, somehow ended up as one of Thatch’s advisers during the 1980s, despite the standing joke which was the Agri Dept. Howarth was a man of right wing and anti-European sentiment who disappeared off the face of the earth during the mid-1990s. He was last heard of running a B&B. See previous posts.
A paedophiles’ friend who was a student and then a member of staff in the Agric Dept at UCNW was Dr John Perkins, who later became the Academic Registrar at UCNW. John Perkins did all that he possibly could to stop me from getting a PhD. Firstly he pushed the boat out so far in terms of not registering me when I first began my PhD but failing to tell me this that I had already written my first journal article when my PhD supervisor received a phone call from the University authorities telling him that I hadn’t registered so obviously I would be withdrawing from my PhD. My supervisor explained that I was sitting at the desk next to him, I had written my first chapter and drafted a journal article and I had registered weeks ago. In the end it took a series of visits and phone calls to Perkins and an order from my supervisor to register me. It was even more fun when I finished my PhD and passed my viva. Perkins just could not find it in him to sign the bit of paper necessary to send to the Registry at the University of Wales HQ to enable me to actually receive my PhD. Phone calls and visits from my supervisor and I were ignored. After weeks of this I paid yet another visit to Perkins’s office only to be told that he wasn’t there. I found him in a corridor and told the bastard that if that piece of paper wasn’t signed within the next couple of days I’d begin legal action against the University. I received my PhD within two days.
Lest readers think that I spend all my time threatening to take legal action against people, no, I honestly do not. I had however learned from decades of bitter experience that it was the only thing that will sometimes shift the paedophiles’ friends. It isn’t always successful even then, because they’re a load of perjuring bastards with an extensive network of bent lawyers and the whole lot of them break the law with impunity constantly.
I have received an e mail from someone today who’s mother died at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends and after smelling what she thought was a small rat, she investigated and uncovered a mountain of corruption leading to the doorway of Dr Brian Gibbons, former Welsh Gov’t Health Minister. It didn’t surprise me. My correspondent observed that perhaps she had been very silly being so open and transparent with that lot. No she hadn’t. They are such a bunch of maggots that being more honest than they are is about the only thing that will save you. They always interpret honesty as naivety or stupidity or that you are someone who can be easily intimidated, because the concept of fair play is just completely alien to them. Honest = idiot in their eyes. They spend their entire time knifing each other and only unite in the face of the Enemy ie. those who are Not Of Dafydd’s Gang. The glue that binds them together is their own serious criminality; they blackmail each other with their own wrongdoing constantly to get what they want. If you are not a serious criminal they can’t do that to you.
I spent decades having that lot face me with allegations of ludicrous crimes: ‘ooh you swore at Dr DA’, ‘ooh you shouted at an Angel’, ‘ooh that social worker was terrified, she thought that she was going to be murdered’, all the way through to stupid, fantastical allegations about me being a potential mass murderer and a danger to children and God knows what and they told absolutely everybody else that I was as well. I now have 10,000 documents, demonstrating the most dreadful crimes on the part of the whole lot of them, all the way up to High Court judges. People have spent years ‘discussing’ matters with them, sending in task forces and management consultants and turnaround senior managers, holding inquiries and investigations and asking them if they would do things differently faced with the same situation. Of course they wouldn’t, they were and are a gang of criminals and they should have been dealt with in 1979 when they wrecked Mary Wynch’s life. I have now kicked them hard and there is more to come. Those bastards have had this coming for a very long time. People have been good enough to send me e mails thanking me. They don’t need to and contrary to some comments I am not ‘brave’ either. I just got fucking sick of them and sick of no-one dealing with them as the bodies mounted up.
You shouldn’t have done it tossers, not to me or anyone else. You had this coming to you. You have killed my friends, killed my friend’s baby, harassed and threatened me, swindled me, lied about me, tried to kill Brown, tried to have me imprisoned repeatedly, paid people to lie about me, terrorised people who supported me and had me sacked from nearly every job that I have ever had, yet plagiarised my work to gain further funding because you couldn’t do it yourselves. You are completely incapable of responding to anything positive at all, you just can’t do it. So I’ve gone public on the whole lot because I know how many other people you have done this to who have just quietly been destroyed by you.
I’ll remind the caring Angels of the Hergest Unit of the lady with heart problems whom they dragged out of her bad, naked, while she was having a heart attack, screaming at her that she was a fat lazy bitch. Not very nice was it Angels? It nearly fucking killed her as well, a Top Doctor was eventually called and she ended up in intensive care. Loads of people knew about that incident but no-one, no-one blew the whistle. That patient has been too frightened ever to return to Ysbyty Gwynedd.
Just carry on planting a few more Good News PR stories in the media Angels and Top Doctors, because there are more blog posts to come.
By the way, a BBC journalist knew about the lady who had a heart attack while lying naked on the floor with the dulcet tones of Angels swearing at her ringing in her ears, but no, we never heard anything about it did we… Just the usual, ‘Ah The Doctors They Were Wonderful’…
As for those assisting with the Empowered Service Users Group at the North West Wales NHS Trust, one was Ann Perkins, wife of John Perkins. Ann is involved with the church in Menai Bridge. She uttered not a word about the serious abuse of patients and the deaths. Her colleague on the same Empowered Service Users Group was the Rev Wynne Roberts, a former Church in Wales vicar who was sacked for shagging one of his parishioners – they were both married to other people at the time – and then given the job of the Chaplain in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Wynne witnessed the abuse and deaths of psych patients and said nothing. He served the NW Wales NHS Trust so well that he was given a job in senior management with them and he also sat on the Ethics Committee. Wynne’s son is an Angel who trained at Bangor University while his dad was sitting on the Ethics Committee and part of the Trust management. Wynne took a special interest in mental health and ended up sitting on Mental Health Review Tribunals. In recent years, Wynne has been raising the spirits of the Empowered Service Users and indeed raising money for the NHS by dressing up and impersonating Elvis. If readers unfamiliar with the North Wales NHS cannot believe that it really does employ a singing Elvis-impersonating vicar who shags his parishioners, read more in my post ‘Music Therapy Anyone?’.
 There has been excitement at Aberystwyth University over the past couple of weeks as a result of the new Bovine TB Institute that either has opened or will soon be opening there soon. Wales’s Chief Veterinary Officer Professor Christianne Glossop was on hand to say a few words. Christianne Glossop was appointed Wales’s first CVO in 2005. She might have found that she has a task on her hands.
Think that a gang of paedophiles and people traffickers could not possibly have domain over vets? Think again. Empowered Service Users who dared complain about Dafydd and the gang subsequently found it very hard to get treatment for their pets. Even customers of the vets who had been known to the practices for years and had always paid their bills, after Challenging The Paedophiles’ Friends, would find that somehow their pets would not be treated. If you took your pet in as an emergency, there would be a row about payment before your pet was treated and then whatever the situation, a refusal to treat the pet, even if it was in agony. I witnessed Peter Jones of Treborth vets refuse to treat the pet dog of a customer whom he had known for a good 15 years who had always paid, after the Word From Dafydd had been sent out. When I watched the scene I just thought that Peter Jones must be a really nasty piece of work, which was confirmed when I heard two other people allege that he had injured their pets while treating them. A few years later, I discovered that Peter Jones was in the same Bible study group (yes it’s unbelievable isn’t it) as a Top Doctor who had worked at Hergest and who was the Chair of the BMA young GPs group…
There is another vet in Bangor called Evelyn to whom no-one would go because he was so unpleasant, although Evelyn seemed to be offensive to everyone, not just to Empowered Service Users. Evelyn’s finest hour came when a terrier was hit by a car in Tregarth and his owners took him to Evelyn. The terrier’s owners were new to the village and went to Evelyn because they had seen the massive ‘Veterinary Surgery’ notice outside of his house. As they were walking up his path with their bleeding injured terrier in their arms, Evelyn was just about to close the surgery. They asked ‘our dog’s been run over, can you treat him?’ and Evelyn replied ‘if you’re asking me if it’s surgery hours no it isn’t, I’ve just finished.’ So the terrier’s owners replied that they weren’t asking him if it was surgery hours, they were asking him if he’d treat their dog. After an argument, Evelyn finally agreed.
Then there was Hubbards vets in Caernarfon. The vets in Hubbards were very nice, so to compensate they employed Bethan the Fat Spotty Cow on reception, who took a leaf out of Peter Jones’s book. Long-standing customer who always paid bills on time? Ill or injured pet in pain in an emergency? Fuck off. In the case of the Fat Spotty Cow, I was told that it was definitely personal to Enemies Of The Paedophiles, including me. I used to have five dogs and for a long time the nearest vets to my place was Hubbards. I gave up with Hubbards when for the third time that I took in an ill or dying dog the Fat Spotty Cow screamed at me in front of the whole waiting room that what with it being me, That Dog Will Not Be Treated Until You’ve Paid. I challenged the Fat Spotty Cow on each occasion, pointing out that I had never not paid, so what exactly was the point of the Public Warning? Each time the Fat Spotty Cow very quietly admitted that yes I had always paid and of course the vets would treat my dog. The last straw came when my dog with cancer was on painkillers to make things easier for him for his last two weeks before I and the vet had agreed that he’d be put down and as I went to pick up the tablets – which the vet had OK’d an hour previously – the Fat Spotty Cow placed them high on a shelf behind her with the 100 decibel Public Warning ‘Not Until They’ve Been Paid For In Advance’. At that point Hubbards lost my custom. I never understood why they didn’t just sack Bethan the Fat Spotty Cow on the spot, she must have cost them a fortune in lost custom. But then Mrs Hubbard the Senior Vet was a close friend of Dr Lynda Dykes, the A&E Top Doc in Ysbyty Gwynedd; they would go riding together through my village…
The A&E in which Angels regularly threatened me and other Empowered Service Users and refused point blank to treat us.
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In the face of the Psychopathic Vets, Empowered Service Users were very grateful when a wonderful vet was discovered in Llanfairfechan, Dr Katz. Word got round that Dr Katz was a really nice man and for the Empowered Service Users who couldn’t afford bills, he trusted them enough to wait until they’d saved up or he would let them pay by instalments. Dr Katz soon found himself in great demand. I think that his wife taught at St Gerard’s School in Bangor. One day Dr Katz was gone. I was told by someone a few years later that he had been faced with a shameful hate campaign and his life had been made so unbearable that he had left north Wales. This person thought that it was racism, Dr Katz being Polish. Another source told me that it was our old friends Dafydd’s gang. It had been discovered that Dr Katz had broken the Mafia Code and had been treating the pets of the Enemies Of The Paedophiles for which Dr Katz paid dearly.
Dr Katz would have been particularly vulnerable in Llanfairfechan, it is a stronghold of Paedophiles’ Friends. Bryn-y-Neuadd Hospital was in Llanfairfechan, which was for years the hospital for the ‘mentally handicapped’ where Dafydd and Dr Michael Craft carried out their ‘research’ into ‘incestuous families’ while Ann Craft helped the patients Explore Their Sexual Needs and Supported Them In Their Sexual Relationships (see post ‘The Old Devils’). At the same time, the senior managers of Bryn-y-Neuadd referred to those Exploring Their Sexual Needs with Ann as ‘vegetables’ and ‘cabbages’. Perhaps it was events at Bryn-y-Neuadd which led to Esther Rantzen of ChildLine and Mental Health Campaigning Fame taking such an interest in root vegetables shaped like genitalia.
Ann Craft ended up with a senior academic post at Nottingham University and was a leading light in the charidee world.
Dafydd and Lucille’s mate Cledwyn Williams Led the Services for the Mentally Handicapped when they Explored Their Sexual Needs with Ann:
Cledwyn Williams
 From 1983 to 1996 Cledwyn was Assistant Director of Social Services, responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. He was responsible for developing services for people with learning disabilities for the education, health & social services group. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy. Cledwyn is now Vice-Chair of Dafydd’s charidee, CAIS.
Don’t worry world; children, the mentally ill and learning disabled, they were all preyed upon by the trafficking gang. Everybody knew it, including the Top Doctors, Angels, Social Services, North Wales Police, Magistrates, Lawyers, Judges etc, but if you’re a vet who treats the animals of someone who’s complained about it all, you’ll be run out of town.
The Angels of Bryn-y-Neuadd – and some of the Angels of Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon – used to insist on being called ‘Mr’, at least by the vegetables who could talk. The unqualified or at best semi-qualified thugs were called Mr by the people whom they battered and sexually assaulted. Everyone knew that this was happening.
Ah The Doctors And Nurses They were Wonderful!
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One of the Angels from Bryn-y-Neuadd ended up as a Senior Lecturer at the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University. He told one of the receptionists not to let me into the building because I was a dangerous loony who attacked people with knives. It certainly baffled her because as far as she was concerned I was someone’s PhD supervisor.

 

Two Angels from Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon also became Academics in the School of Healthcare Sciences. One was Ruhi Behi, ‘Mr Behi’ – he thought that he still worked at Denbigh – who ended up as Head of the School and the other is now grand-sounding Dr Seren Roberts:
Seren Roberts small
‘I am a registered mental health nurse and health services researcher. Following clinical nurse training, I studied psychology to PhD and later studied for a Masters in Public Health and Health Promotion at Bangor University. I am a Lecturer in Mental Health in the School of Healthcare Sciences, Bangor University, and have honorary research roles within the School of Medicine in Swansea University and Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. My role includes working closely with two research networks across Wales; Mental Health Research Network Cymru (MHRNC) and Wales Dementia and Neurodegenerative Diseases Research Network (NEURODEM Cymru). I have a broad interest in mental health research with active involvement with several research projects, often as chief or principal investigator. To date my research activity has largely focused on two main themes; treatment for depression and physical health of people on antipsychotic medication. I am a Principal Investigator for a large NIHR HTA funded multicentre trial of antidepressant treatment, I convene a Wales-wide research development group (ATHRAM), funded by MHRNC which aims to generate research ideas and proposals on the physical health of people taking antipsychotic medication. I am actively involved with and sit on a range of local and national committees including the Wales Mental Health in Primary Care Network.’
Slob Ingham, the drunken thug of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team who’s favourite ‘client’ dealt in drugs in the Royal Oak in Rachub – ‘anything, I can get you anything you want’ – lived in Llanfairfechan as did the harridan of a Top Doctor Marie Savage.
After Bryn-y-Neuadd was emptied of vegetables exploring their sexual needs in the 1990s, it served for a time as the administrative HQ of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust. The corrupt manager Alun Davies had his office there, along with his equally corrupt side-kick Sandra Phillips. It was a convenient arrangement, because most of the Empowered Service Users didn’t drive and it was very difficult for most of Gwynedd to get to Llanfairfechan on the bus, so Davies and Phillips setting up shop there certainly cut down the options for complaining about the ‘service’. Some of the Empowered lived some forty miles away from the Complaints Office and it was a two day bus journey to get there as a result of the bus timetables. But then there were patients on the north of Anglesey who also faced a two day bus journey to get to Ysbyty Gwynedd for a twenty minute appointment.
Thank God Professor Mark Williams organised all those three day Mindfulness retreats for the mental health staff down in that nice Trigonos centre, by the lake in Nantlle. Duw It’s Hard.
‘Retreat at Trigonos, Snowdonia’

‘I’ve just spent a restorative week on retreat at the Trigonos centre in Nantlle, North Wales. The natural scenery and wildlife were stunning. For me, the highlight was an early morning practice on the lakeside as the sun rose from behind Snowdon. The mountain (in the centre of the picture)2016-04-09 19.05.13 was a constant presence during the retreat. I had the luxury of time to notice how, from minute to minute, the landscape was subtly or sometimes dramatically transformed by the ever-changing light and weather.

The retreat was organised by the Mindfulness Network CIC especially for mindfulness teachers. I’m grateful for the support and guidance of the highly skilled facilitators, Trish, Bartley and Elaine Young. I learned so much from the experience and I’m incorporating these insights and approaches into my own practice and teaching.’

I always wondered if the mental health staff claimed for aromatherapy massages on expenses or those foot spa things that are coloured pink and swirl people’s feet with hot water. Or they could have gone on an away day to Chester, where there was one of those establishments where people had their feet nibbled by fish.
Here’s Mark, all spiritual and living in the moment:

Mark Williams

Mark Williams set up a collaborative project with Professor Sarah-Jayne Blakemore, who like Robin Weiss, works at UCL. Dafydd’s gang has links going back years with UCL. Professor Pauline Horne, Fungus Lowe’s side-kick in the School of Psychology at Bangor was in a previous life an MSc student at UCL (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) and in the 1990s, Dr Tony Francis referred a patient of his to an endocrinologist at UCL for ‘specialist help’. I heard a lot about this endocrinologist and she sounded quite bonkers. She also very obviously made the condition of the Hergest patient much worse.
Another part of Bryn-y-Neuadd was developed into Ty Llewellyn, a medium secure psychiatric unit. It still contains some of those who were fitted up by Dafydd and the gang nearly thirty years ago, including a man who when he was 15 yrs old was sentenced for the ‘unprovoked murder’ of the vicar of Llanberis. The official story is that the vicar was a kindly man who spent his time helping local boys and that this psycho repaid him by murdering him with intent to rob. The boy’s story has always been that the vicar tried to sexually assault him and that he did not mean to kill him but was fighting him off. I didn’t know either the vicar or the boy, but when I asked a local person about the case years later, the first thing that I was told was ‘oh that vicar was a paedophile’.
Who could ever tell where the truth lay.

 

Someone who became a Champion of CR UK and promoted its work after her own life was touched by cancer was the agony aunt Claire Rayner, who began advertising the wonders of these research fraudsters in 2002. I don’t know whether Claire Rayner knew of the details of the frauds with which CR UK had been involved, although of the many celeb supporters of CR UK, Claire would be in a better position than most to acquire knowledge of and see through the scams.

Rayner was from a London Jewish family and was educated at the City of London School for Girls. In 2003, Rayner discussed a childhood of physical cruelty and sexual abuse at the hands of her parents. Her family emigrated to Canada and following that, in 1945, Claire was placed in a psychiatric hospital by her parents. Claire Rayner received much credit for Speaking Out and she was frank that she had endured a very hard time. Claire Spoke Out after quite a few other people had begun Speaking Out, but before the en masse Speaking Out.

All I could think was why hadn’t Claire Spoken Out about a few other things? When I began working in biomedical research in the late 1980s, Claire had long since established her reputation as an agony aunt and an expert on matters Angels and the NHS and would be invited onto ‘serious’ TV programmes as well as lighthearted quiz shows. On one occasion I was watching a lighthearted show starring Claire in which the guests had the chance of Living Out Their Dearest Fantasy. One old lech stated that he wanted to be given a bed bath by ‘three dolly nurses’. Everyone in the studio was bowled over by this Carry On notion and there were many Babs Windsor-esque jokes; to Claire’s credit she did make a comment to the effect that nurses are ‘not there for that’. But that was the only comment that she did make. The old lech was duly prepared for his bed bath on screen and then three butch male Angels arrived on stage. We pissed ourselves laughing in our house because we presumed that was the punchline. It wasn’t. After all the grimacing and mock horror, the male Angels left the stage and three absolute Barbara Windsors were paraded on, complete with ludicrous hats, mini-dresses and suspenders and gave the old lech his bed bath.

Claire joined in the fun and there were no more comments about Angels’ roles in real hospitals.

I don’t want to come over all Milli Tant here, but there was – and is – quite a serious problem with Angels being sexually harassed at work. This blog has documented cases of Angels running prostitution rackets in hospitals and shagging their way up the promotion ladder like there’s no tomorrow, but I have also been friends with Angels who have told me that because there is so much of that going on, life for Angels who are not involved can be very difficult. One Angel went as far as to tell me ‘sometimes I can understand why nurses are seen as such slags because many are and it means the rest of us aren’t taken seriously at work’. The same Angel made some very insightful comments about gender roles and gender stereotyping in the healthcare and why such a toxic situation had arisen. These matters were being discussed by Angels at the time yet Claire Rayner, while pretending to be the sort of Thinking Angel who took an interest in such debates, would join in the fuckwittery with only a quick passing comment.

There was so much that Claire Rayner could have discussed eg. the organised sexual abuse of children and vulnerable patients, the dreadful workplace bullying in the NHS, research fraud and dangerous practice, the culture of simply lying when harm to patients had occurred, the cronyism and nepotism that underpins the whole system. Claire could also have blown the whistle on Jimmy Savile because she bloody well knew about him and I think that she knew about Dafydd and the associated gangs as well.

Not a word.

Rayner did know. She trained as an Angel in the UK in the 1950s at the Royal Northern Hospital and then Guy’s in London. In 1957 Rayner married her husband, the actor Desmond Rayner. She continued nursing in London and worked as a midwife and nursing sister. Rayner knew all about the matters of which I have provided details on this blog. She personally knew some of those who provided a lifelong umbrella for Dafydd. Like everybody else, she kept quiet because Claire wanted to make it big as a Sensible Nurse and she wasn’t going to do that by being honest about the crime and corruption. So it was debates over natural vs caesarean births – but only when that became widely discussed – for Claire and similarly non-controversial but topical subjects.

So how did Claire begin her journo/writing career? By a letter to ‘Nursing Times’ in 1958, on nurses’ pay and conditions. She then began regularly writing to The Torygraph on themes of patient care or nurses’ pay. She began writing novels soon after her marriage and by 1968 had published more than 25 books.

Nurses in the 1950s saw some shocking behaviour on the part of healthcare staff. Rayner didn’t mention the worst excesses.

After the birth of her first child in 1960 Rayner focused on a full-time writing career. Initially writing articles for various magazines and publications, in 1968 she published one of the earliest sex manuals, People in Love, which brought her to national attention. Describing the “explicit content”, the same reviewer commended Rayner on her “down-to-earth approach to the subject”.

But Claire did not write about the organised abuse rings which were then a feature of the welfare system and were concealed by the Top Docs, particularly psychiatrists.

By the 1970s, writing for ‘Woman’s Own’, Rayner had established herself as one of four new and direct “agony aunts”. Her advice in the teenaged girls’ magazine ‘Petticoat’ caused controversy. In 1972 she was accused of “encouraging masturbation and promiscuity in prepubescent girls”. I never read ‘Petticoat’, so whether Rayner did encourage such things I do not know. Although I’d have thought that masturbation was harmless enough and not anyone else’s business.

Rayner’s direct and frank approach led the BBC to ask her to be the first person on British pre-watershed television to demonstrate how to put on a condom and she was one of the first people used by advertisers to promote sanitary towels. I remember it well, it caused my friends and I much entertainment and was also the beginning of Brown’s analysis of the medicalisation of sanitary protection: ‘Dr Whites’, ‘Lil-lets were designed by a doctor’ etc. Lil-lets were probably designed by a greedy old sod who saw a market. As did Claire Rayner.

The BBC’s sex education/Dr Whites’ expert did not mention the elephant /paedophile in the studio/dressing room/caravan at the time:

 

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After beginning to appear on Pebble Mill at One in 1972, Rayner started an agony column in ‘The Sun’ in 1973, but left to join the ‘Sunday Mirror’ in 1980, when she also made her second television series of Claire Rayner’s Casebook. She left the Sunday Mirror shortly after the appointment of Eve Pollard as Editor – did Claire fall out with that particular Glenda? – and joined the ‘Today’ newspaper for three years. Rayner was named medical journalist of the year in 1987.

1987. Peak Dafydd and Savile! Mary Wynch had won the first part of her case and Alison Taylor and I wouldn’t shut up… Savile was also in the process of becoming the General Manager of Broadmoor at that time (see previous posts).

Rayner was probably best known as an agony aunt on TV-am in the late 1980s and early 1990s. She made it her personal aim to reply to every letter she received. This was an unfunded project by the station. So Claire will have been one of the agony aunts of that generation who later admitted receiving letters from the victims of sexual assault who’s letters were never mentioned because the names of some well-known people had been given in some of those letters. By the time that Claire was on TV-am, I had written to Esther about Dafydd et al. Esther did not reply. Esther received at least one letter about Savile which was ignored.

Rayner became President of the Patients Association – which was dominated by Top Doctors rather than patients who were not Top Docs as well – and through her extensive charidee work and writings was awarded an OBE in 1996 for services to wimmin’s health and wellbeing and to health matters. Well that was a nice gift in the year that William Hague announced that the Waterhouse Inquiry would be held.

 

Rayner had a very personal reason for supporting Sense’s Older Person campaign, wearing hearing aids in both ears and also having AMD, a sight loss condition common in older people.

Between 1993 and 2002, Rayner was one of the Patrons of the Herpes Viruses Association and Chaired a Press Briefing in June 1993 aimed at destigmatising genital herpes. When tendering her resignation, Rayner cited the fact that she was Patron of 60 organisations as the reason for trimming the list. I knew a man in Bethesda at that time with herpes. He was so Destigmatising about it that he gave it to quite a few other people, including I suspect those who attended the sex parties along with him in Chester. This man was bisexual but he was very condemning of those who had sex with children; however he was having sex with rent boys and at least one former patient of Dafydd’s and I don’t think that it would ever have occurred to him to ask himself why they were having sex with the likes of him for money…

Rayner was appointed to various UK Gov’t committees on health and was the author of a chapter in The Future of the NHSDespite being President of the Patients Association, Rayner used private health care. She wasn’t going to risk her own neck was she. She was a member of the PM’s Commission on Nursing and the Labour Gov’ts Royal Commission on the Care of the Elderly. In 1999 Rayner was appointed to a committee responsible for reviewing the medical conditions at Holloway Prison, at the direction of Paul Boateng, who was then the Minister for Prisons. The recommendations of this committee ‘led to far reaching changes in the provision of medical care within Holloway.’

Holloway was notorious for housing numerous women who were so severely mentally ill that the other prisoners identified them as being ‘muppets’. The muppets also had a terrifyingly high rate of self-harm and suicide. Most of those muppets had been abused as children in care or in the psychiatric system. The plight of the muppets did eventually receive widespread media coverage and everyone felt a warm glow around their hearts when the muppets were transferred to long-stay secure mental hospitals. Back into the arms of those who had turned them into muppets in the first place…

Paul Boateng would have known a lot about the muppets. Boateng’s wife Janet was a Lambeth social worker and was Chair of Lambeth Social Services when Tyra Henry was murdered in the care of Lambeth in the 1980s. Lambeth had a massive problem with a paedophile ring which had infiltrated its children’s homes and that ring was linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Children in care from Lambeth were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. Esther Rantzen’s sister Priscilla was a social worker for Lambeth and Priscilla’s boss Valerie – now Baroness – Howarth was appointed Chief Exec of ChildLine. Before Paul Boateng was an MP, he was a lawyer working for Birnberg & Co. Who when Boateng worked for Birnberg, acted for Mary Wynch when she sued Dafydd et al. See previous posts.

No wonder Paul Boateng put a safe pair of Savile-friendly hands like Claire Rayner on that Holloway committee.

 

Rayner was a lifelong Labour Party supporter until 2001, when Rayner resigned from the Labour Party and joined the Lib Dems for fear of the changes to the NHS proposed by Miranda. Claire was a prominent supporter of the British republican movement, although admitted her dual standards on accepting her OBE in 1996. Dame Helen Mirren succumbed as well, but her excuse for accepting after a lifetime of saying that she never would was ‘that it was for her parents’. Who I think were dead by then.

Lilibet: It’s OK, you don’t have to worry. When my gong arrives, I really will send it back to you. Thanks for the thought anyway!

 

Rayner was Vice-President (and formerly President) of the British Humanist Association, a Distinguished Supporter of the Humanist Society Scotland and an Honorary Associate of the National Secular Society. In the weeks leading up to her death, Rayner had the following to say about Pope Benedict’s XVI’s state visit to the United Kingdom:

Pots and Kettles Auntie Claire. Furthermore, Savile met Popes and picked up gongs from the Catholic Church.

Rayner, whilst a Patron of the Down’s Syndrome Association, had her position promptly terminated after labelling parents as “selfish” for having a disabled child:

 

We can’t waste valuable NHS resources on useless eaters like that.

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Rayner and her husband had three children together: writer and food critic Jay Rayner; electronics reviewer, angling and motoring journalist Adam Rayner and events manager Amanda Rayner.

Thank God none of them are disabled and they are therefore able to labour for their food and contribute usefully to society by writing about the sort of food that a lot of people cannot afford, expensive hobbies and by managing Events. Claire was no doubt proud of them.

Claire suffered from Grave’s disease.

Anyone for euthanasia, post-Credit Crunch?

 

Rayner never recovered from the emergency intestinal surgery that she received in May 2010 and died in hospital on 11 October 2010. She told her relatives she wanted her last words to be: “Tell David Cameron that if he screws up my beloved NHS I’ll come back and bloody haunt him.”

Ah, Claire she was wonderful! Along with the doctors.

Claire Rayner was a prolific author of fiction and her output was nearly as impressive as that of Barbara Cartland. Some of her titles were:

  • Soho Square (1976)
  • Flapper (1988)
  • Blitz (19
  • First Blood (1993)
  • Second Opinion (1994)
  • London Lodgings (1994)
  • Paying Guests (1995)
  • Lady Mislaid (1968)
  • Death on the Table (1969)
  • The Meddlers (1970)
  • The Running Years (1981)
  • The Enduring Years (1982)
  • The Virus Man (1985)
  • Children’s Ward, the Lonely One, Private Wing (1988)
  • Dangerous Things (1993)
  • The Final Year (1993)
  • The Doctors of Downlands (1994)
  • Children’s Ward (1995)
  • The Private Wing (1996)
  • The Legacy (1997)
  • The Inheritance (1998)
  • The Murdering Old Psychiatrist (unfinished)

Among Claire’s ‘non-fiction’ titles is a volume called ‘What Happens In A Hospital’, although I suspect that should probably have been listed under ‘fiction’.

 

 

The self-promotion in relation to the Welsh Labour leadership campaign continues. Mark Drakeford was ‘delighted’ to receive the support of UNISON, which in the light of Drakeford’s Health and Social Services policy simply consisting of asking the NHS how much money they would like and how often followed by an assurance that there will be no action taken against anyone no matter how great the scandal/wrongdoing/disaster, was nor surprising.

I was sent an article from the ‘Western Mail’ in which the Baroness of Ely styled herself ‘A Socialist For The Digital Age’ and most entertainingly stressed that she is worthy of being FM because she is ‘not an insider’. Full details of the Baroness’s biography and doings can be read in previous posts, but here’s a very brief resume:

The Baroness’s dad was the Rev Bob Morgan, who was Labour leader of South Glamorgan County Council. The Rev Bob was mates with all the Labour big wigs and movers and shakers and was also involved in charidee work with the molester George Thomas, aka Viscount Tonypandy, a long-serving south wales Labour MP and one-time Speaker of the House. The Baroness knew many of these big wigs at a young age and joined the Labour Party when she was barely out of nappies. The Baroness became actively involved in Labour Party politics in her teens and is a friend of the Windbags. When the Baroness was elected as the MEP for mid and west Wales in 1994, she was the youngest MEP to take her seat. I have found out that a few people in the Labour Party in Wales were not too happy with the way in which the Baroness obtained the nomination for that seat. The Baroness served on the Welsh Labour Party Executive for 10 years and was a founding member of the Yes for Wales Cross party group which campaigned for the Welsh Assembly to be established. So the Baroness knows Ron ‘I was looking for badgers’ Davies, former Secretary of State for Wales, very well indeed. As well as everybody else in the Labour party in Wales, in Westminster and in the Lords. What with not being an insider.

In 2003, there was a big row and accusations of cronyism when the Windbag’s former long-serving SPAD Jan Royall was appointed as Head of the European Union’s office in Wales  at a salary of nearly £90k pa. The job was not advertised externally and there were complaints from the Tories, Plaid and politicians from European parties. Hans-Gert Poettering, leader of the European Christian Democrat and Conservative group, raised the matter with Romano Prodi, the then President of the EU Commission, on the grounds that the move was “an inappropriate political appointment.”. The Vice-President of the European Commission at the time was the Windbag, who stated that:

“I was not involved in the appointment in any way since such procedures and posts are not in my portfolio. I understand that there were other applicants for the post and, in accordance with all the proper rules, Jan Royall was appointed on merit.”

Among the melee, there was one person who defended Royall’s appointment: one Eluned Morgan, now the Baroness of Ely. The Baroness said that Royall ‘had been appointed on merit and maintained that an individual’s affiliation to a political party should not be a reason for excluding them from applying for jobs.’

The two main opposition parties in the Assembly, however, were concerned that Ms Royall’s high profile connections with leading Labour politicians, including the Windbags, would be a barrier to impartiality in the job.

They were particularly concerned that it would be a factor in the run up to the following year’s European elections and repeated their demand that Ms Royall should step down immediately.

Ms Royall, who was expected to represent the EU in Wales and Wales in Brussels, refused to respond to the demands for her resignation and turned down all requests for interviews.

Where is Jan Royall now? She’s in the Lords of course, along with both Windbags and the Baroness of Ely. Jan was Secretary General of the British Labour Group in the European Parliament (1979-1985) and Policy Adviser/Personal Assistant to the Windbag as Leader of the Opposition. Jan became a member of the latter’s Cabinet when he was European Commissioner for Transport (1995-1999) and Vice President of the Commission (1999-2002). Jan was then responsible for the Commission’s relationship with the European Parliament before becoming Head of the European Commission Office in Wales (2003-2004). Jan joined the Lords in 2004 and became a member of the Privy Council in 2008. Having served a Government Whip and Government Spokesperson for Health, International Development and Foreign and Commonwealth Office (2005-2008), she became Government Chief Whip in the Lords in 2008.  Jan entered the Cabinet in 2008 as Leader of the Lords (2008-2010) and held the titles of Lord President of the Council (2008-2009) and Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster (2009-2010). She was elected as Leader of the Opposition in the Lords in May 2010 and became a member Ed Miliband’s Shadow Cabinet at the same time.

So Jan Royall was Lord President of the Council, 2008-09 and therefore the visitor to Bangor University during that time. Er, would you know anything about the havoc prevailing at Bangor University then Jan, with that massive effort by the paedophiles’ friends to overthrow the Vice-Chancellor via highly questionable means, including that plan to fit him up for a criminal offence? A plan which was largely orchestrated by one Prof Fergus Lowe, who was as nasty as the other paedophiles’ friends but not so thick and he didn’t knock off at 3-30 pm either as was the habit of so many, so Fungus was rather more capable than most of them. See previous posts…

 

Here’s Tony Francis’s friend, delighted that another one of his cronies has bagged a senior position, while Romano Prodi elbows him out of the way:

Romano Prodi and Neil Kinnock in Wales

 

 

 

 

Someone who is not in any way an insider, but who knows a lot of people who are:

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The ‘Western Mail’ also published the Baroness’s economic policy for Wales. It can be summed up by ‘er, um, er, well, I would increase employment and encourage growth sort of, er, I think’.

How the Baroness will increase employment and encourage growth when all she has ever known is that well-known model of business among Wimmin who tick all the right boxes in the Welsh Labour Party which consists of ‘applying for a pot of money’ she did not explain.

Readers in England who don’t believe me, you have missed out. It was hilarious, wherever you went throughout the 1980s and 90s in Wales there would be a Woman who was Empowering Someone who would explain that they would be applying for a pot of money, which would fund the Co-ordinator and the Support Workers for This Project. Not only would the jobs never be advertised, but when the pot of money was being applied for, there would be an open discussion among the Wimmin with reference to the named Wimmin who’s jobs the pot of money would be funding.

When I finished my PhD, I really thought that I had waved good-bye to the world in which everyone was in hot pursuit of a pot of money. So imagine my surprise when I finally bagged a post-doc job and word got around that I was quite keen on community-things and I began receiving phone calls from Wimmin (who had previously refused to come near me what with me having Complained About The Paedophiles’ Friends) asking me if I had a pot of money that they could apply for. It was funny, but I did draw the conclusion of ‘Christ no wonder we’re all in such a mess’. I even received requests for a pot of money when I was between contracts working for no pay myself. I was friends with a PhD student who knew what was going on and had an excellent sense of the ridiculous, who would also be rolling around with laughter at the notion of the pot of money.

One day a social worker became very angry with me because I did not have access to a pot of money with which to give £300 each to a number of Service User Representatives to enable them to attend a Service Users’ Conference. I explained to the Service User Representatives – who had been told by the social worker that of course there would be a pot of money – that no, I had bugger all money myself, I wasn’t even getting a salary for my work at that time. They snapped at me ‘we really cannot believe that’. My PhD student friend with the sense of humour – who was living in’t shoe box in’t middle of t’road himself – commented that the VC was obviously sitting upstairs in his office lighting his cigars with the £50 notes which had been earmarked for the proverbial pot of money…

Bore da Professor Jones, we’re here to discuss the University’s research strategy…

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Someone should have taken a leaf out of the rocker Bill Drummond’s book and set fire to one million. Jane Hutt would be horrified, that would keep Chwarae Teg going for at least three months.

 

The Baroness raised concerns about the sexist behaviour of one in possession of testicles the other day, namely Sir Roderick Evans. The crime for which the Baroness was castigating Roderick Evans was but very trivial, certainly in comparison to the rest of Sir Roderick’s life’s work, but the Baroness failed to comment on that.

Sir Roderick Evans, or the Honourable Mr Justice Roderick Evans to use his legal title, was called to the Bar in 1970 and was appointed a Queen’s Counsel in 1989. He became a circuit judge in 1992, serving as resident judge for the Merthyr Tydfil Crown Court from 1994 to 1998 and as resident judge for Swansea Crown Court from 1998 to 1999. In 1999 he was appointed a Senior Circuit Judge and Honorary Recorder of Cardiff. Sir Roderick was appointed a High Court Judge of the Queen’s Bench Division in 2001 and between 2004 and 2007 he was Presiding Judge for Wales. He retired from the High Court in April 2013.

Sir Roderick joined Dafydd’s mates as a member of the Gorsedd of Bards in 2002 and since 2011 he has served as a member of the Parole Board. Bluglass and Colin Berry served on the Parole Board. Sir Roderick holds Honorary Fellowships and Awards from Aberystwyth (2003), Swansea (2007) and Bangor (2010) Universities. In 2015, he was elected a Fellow of the Learned Society of Wales.

Sir Roderick Evans is Pro-Chancellor of Swansea University Council and is also a member of the Swansea University Court.

So not only has Sir Roderick worked with the maggots who have crawled all over the criminal justice system in Wales for the last four decades while they concealed a network of organised abuse and associated serious crime, but he was Presiding Judge for Wales when Judge Huw Daniel broke the law in court re my own case in 2004 and when that certificate of indictment was forged stating that I had pleaded guilty to a charge of violent disorder at Caernarfon Crown Court when I had not even been charged with such an offence. Ever.

In 2004 Rhodri Morgan was FM. Who’s friends and family run Swansea University.

Sir Roderick: Do you remember that case in the late 1990s in which Dafydd got a rapist off of a prison sentence by giving evidence that the rapist had PTSD? I think that it was at Swansea Crown Court. Your Court Sir Roderick! The rapist was later revealed to have a string of convictions and he assaulted the TV journos on camera after the case. The rapist worked as a solicitor. He left the court as a pillion passenger on his mate’s motorbike without wearing a crash helmet.

 

Since March 2016 Sir Roderick Evans has been Standards Commissioner for the National Assembly of Wales. The Standards Commissioner is an independent person appointed by the National Assembly for Wales, to safeguard standards, to uphold reputations, and to address the public’s concerns about the collection of ex-social workers and Councillors who ignored a vicious paedophile ring for many years.

Meet the Commissioner Sir Roderick Evans:

 

The Baroness’s biggest problem with him? That’s Sir Roderick didn’t find much wrong with a You Tube clip made by UKIP’s Gareth Bennett about Labour’s Joyce Watson ‘which featured Ms Watson’s face superimposed on a woman in a low-cut top’.

In the last few weeks, Simon Thomas, who was until very recently a Plaid AM and before that a Plaid MP, was found guilty of producing indecent images of children and is currently awaiting sentence. The adult son of the Baroness’s colleague and Labour leadership rival Mark Drakeford – Drakeford is a former social worker and Councillor – was jailed for eight years for the violent, prolonged ‘punishment’ rape of a young woman. He also groomed an underaged girl online.

Sir Roderick is investigating a spoof You Tube clip and the Baroness actually thought that it was worth her while bothering to comment about it.

The Baroness’s husband is a GP in south Wales. There is currently an investigation underway into the deaths of 26 babies in the care of Cwm Taf Health Board. I had heard that the maternity care in that Heath Board was dangerous six years ago. Did the Baroness’s husband know about this as well?

 

Here’s another one for the Senedd and the Baroness’s husband. In the late 1990s, one of the UK’s Experts in ‘Control and Restraint’ in Mental Health nursing was one Mike Williams. He was paid a lot of money to go all over the country sharing his expertise. Mike Williams worked as an Angel in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for decades. He was the charge nurse in Bryn Golau Ward when I was illegally imprisoned there in 1986/87. Mike witnessed Dafydd turning up at gone midnight to ‘visit’ me, when I was in bed. Mike knew that I had been unlawfully arrested and imprisoned. He did not let me out. Mike was told by another Angel to put me in the Dungeon but he realised that I had a brain and he was treading carefully.

Mike had worked at the North Wales Hospital since the mid-1960s. He knew about the lobotomies, the abducted babies, the disappeared, the forged documentation, the trafficking gang and of course that dungeon. Mike knows about the murder of Stephen Bagnall as well (see post ‘Hey, Hey DAJ, How Many Kids Did You Kill Today?’).

One of the UK’s ‘experts’. It wasn’t a coincidence. Everyone who had the gen on that trafficking gang flourished. They are also the people who are Upholding The Standards.

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And The Lucky Winners Are…

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

Francis Maude extolled the virtues of family values.

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fings Break you see, as John Smith soon discovered.

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Donald Brydon is also Chairman of the Sage Group.

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

Ah, the doctors they were wonderful!

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

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

Here’s Penketh, picking up yet another award!

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jennifer’s Diary

In the late 1980s, as I and Brown came under increasing attack from the paedophiles’ friends and some of those known to me in Somerset found themselves in receipt of friendship and generosity from the friends and relatives of the idle rich who had for some reason begun to frequent the Cottage Inn at Fiddington and other locations in the Bridgwater area (eg. see posts ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’), I noticed something rather inexplicable happening to my father where his employment was concerned.

When younger, my father worked in agriculture but in middle age he went to work in a small ailing factory in Bridgwater owned by a company called Redland Quilting. Redland was a company set up years previously by a man called Bill Cockhill, who had been a business associate of my grandpa’s from years previously. After my grandpa died I suspect that Bill began ripping off my father, because from what I remember it was then that things became very difficult. I have no idea how well grandpa knew Bill Cockhill. Bill was chatty and charming but I have been told that he was very unscrupulous.

I don’t think that Bill’s background was quite what Bill liked people to believe that it might have been. Although by the late 1970s Bill was living in a grand house near Bristol, driving Aston Martin cars and had sent his two daughters to expensive schools, Bill had little education and had been to a secondary modern school. My father used to notice that although Bill could do the socialising bit needed for business very well, Bill was not that sharp and not that knowledgeable.

When father went to work at Redland – I think that Bill had persuaded grandpa that this would be a great opportunity, only for it to be a really bum deal – the business side of the company was managed by a man called Ken Dewar and his wife Doreen assisted. Ken and Doreen were big names in the Bridgwater Tories and were also involved with charidee – they helped set up the Bridgwater Samaritans. So imagine everyone’s surprise when in the mid-1970s Bill found that Ken had embezzled thousands of quid from Redland, had stolen an expensive machine and had set up his own business on the back of everything that he’d nicked from Bill. The dosh that had been stolen were the bonuses that were due to my father. Ken Dewar pocketed the lot. Doreen was in on the swindle.

Bill confronted the Dewars and they fessed up. I don’t know why Bill didn’t prosecute them – did they have knowledge of wrongdoing on Bill’s part perhaps? – but Bill cut them out of his life and business, photocopied all the evidence that he’d gathered on them and sent it to all Ken Dewar’s business associates. Dewar’s business plans came to an end, but the Dewars still seemed to enjoy an affluent existence and were not frozen out of polite society in Bridgwater. They established the Samaritans AFTER Bill had exposed the Dewars as crooks…

The Dewars had a son called Neil who was quite a bit older than me whom I never met, who I think might be the Dr Neil Dewar who works as an environmental scientist at the University of Capetown. The Dewars also had a daughter, Fiona, who was about two years older than me with whom I sometimes played before her parents robbed my father. When I was a young adult, Fiona Dewar appeared in the media constructed as a Plucky Young Woman after she beat up a thief who tried to steal her car. Fiona would have been able to do that, when she was a teenager she was noted for being very tall, she was about six foot. I did note the irony of the Dewars being interviewed by the press in their capacity as crime fighters…

I was always of the opinion that father should have confronted the Dewars, but he didn’t. Bill saw them off and I suspect that father thought that the Dewars would then keep a discreetly low profile. Of course they didn’t, they played a leading light in Bridgwater which I suspected left father in a difficult position. A bit like all those in north Wales who had been stuffed over by Dafydd et al but who didn’t feel able to say anything.

Many years ago, it was suggested to me that the Freemasons in Somerset targeted my father after my grandfather had died as a revenge attack, not being able to get at grandpa himself, who loathed the Masons and openly took the piss out of them. I dismissed this out of hand at the time, but then when I began investigating Dafydd et al who were definitely protected by Freemasonry, I received messages telling me to look into what happened to my father because Masonic corruption was almost certainly involved. In a town like Bridgwater, Freemasonry would have been very influential in the 1960s and 70s, so for a while I thought, well it might have been possible. Since I began the blog, the information has been coming in…

After the departure of the Dewars, Redland carried on as a near sweat-shop. I worked there in the summer holidays after my O levels and there were a few things which were quite surreal. The workers were Bridgwater people who lived nearby, most of them were young women with no qualifications who were desperate to get married and have kids to escape the drudgery of their jobs. There were three older women who worked much harder and who were very chatty. One of them was lovely, a mother of two who’s son had been at school with me. She knew much of what I have written about on this blog with regard to Bridgwater, the dreadful conduct of some professional people and their corruption, but she took the view that people like her and her husband would never have been listened to if they had ever raised concerns. One of the other older women was later found to be stealing from the business in quite a big way – although not on the sort of scale that the Dewars did – and Bill sacked her.

Bill’s daughter Sheena worked at Redland that summer with me. Sheena was training to be a riding instructor and was an incredibly hard worker. I became quite friendly with Sheena throughout those weeks, although I never saw her again afterwards.

Bill himself would turn up at Redland for two or three days a week. He would work alongside everyone and chat, but the style that Bill lived in was certainly noted by the workers who really were paid a pittance, even by the standards of unskilled work, so there was resentment towards him.

There was another visitor to Redland as well, someone who was not the sort of man one would trip over in Bridgwater that often. Michael Biggs, or as he was always called with a degree of sarcasm, Mr Biggs. Mr Biggs was posh. Really posh, not just a GP in Bridgwater and a County Councillor. Mr Biggs had been to Eton and had been an officer in the Guards. He was a ‘businessman’ who lived in Godalming, Surrey.

Michael Biggs was one of Redland’s customers. For a few years, Redland manufactured things that were referred to as ‘freezer bags’. They were the forerunners of cold storage boxes. I always thought that the freezer bags were really naff, but they were designed to enable frozen food to be stored in them without it melting. There were no other similar products on the market at the time, so there was a demand for them. It was Michael Biggs who sold the freezer bags, from his base in Godalming.

Living in Somerset and knowing many small businessmen and farmers I was well-versed regarding the sins of the ‘middle man’. The bloke who did nothing but sell a product at vast profit which had been farmed or made by someone else who was paid bugger all. Michael Biggs was a middle man par excellence. He purchased the freezer bags from Redland for something like £1 each. Michael flogged them for nearly £9. Biggs didn’t even pack the bags – Redland did absolutely everything, made the freezer bags and packed them, even putting the instruction leaflets in before sealing the packaging. Michael Biggs would arrive in Bridgwater once a week with a trailer and Range Rover and the Redland workers would load Biggs’s trailer with the freezer bags and he’d drive back to Godalming with them. Biggs would watch us load the trailer, he didn’t put one bag in himself. Neither did Mr Biggs splash out on advertising more than he had to. The rather boring looking lady holding the freezer bag who appeared on the leaflets and in the adverts was Biggs’s daughter. As far as I can work out, all Biggs did was store the freezer bags in Surrey, place a few small ads in cheap n cheerful publications and then dispatch the freezer bags. The customers had to pay postage and packing.

I cannot fathom why Bill entered into this arrangement with Biggs. Bill was a sharp and greedy man, he knew that Biggs was making a killing because he used to talk about it. Biggs ordered Bill about as well. It was Biggs who insisted that Redland should pack the freezer bags as well as manufacture them and yet Bill did not say piss off, you’re already doing really well out of all of this. When we were loading Biggs’s trailer, Sheena and Bill would help with the grafting, but not Biggs.

I didn’t visit Redland again after the summer of 1979 but obviously I heard about what went on there. I was reminded of Mr Biggs again in 1988, because I found myself living near him when I worked in the Cancer Research Campaign team at Surrey University. In my post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ I detailed how my work at Surrey was plagiarised and given to Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, who published it with her name on it. I was made redundant after a year on the grounds that there was no further funding for me, while my work was used to secure further funding which was given to other researchers.

My post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ describes a big research fraud that was perpetrated by those associated with my colleagues at Surrey which resulted in a scandal in 1990, causing one member of the team to kill himself when the fraud was exposed. One person involved was Dr Peter Macguire, a former colleague of Dr Tony Francis. Macguire was a psychiatrist who suddenly decided that he was going to become a cancer researcher, just at the time that I entered cancer research.

By the time that I was working in Surrey, Dafydd et al were in full pursuit of me, as documents in my possession demonstrate. They were also using unlawful means to trace my home addresses.

It was when I lived in Surrey that a serial rapist targeted me. I got away, but he raped the woman who was the next person along the footpath after me.

The CRC team at Surrey was led by Prof Vincent Marks, who’s brother Dr John Marks was President of the BMA. When I worked for Vincent Marks, his brother was in full battle with Health Secretary Ken Clarke. They loathed each other. No-one won the battle because they were both concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al.

In Surrey I was unable to get effective NHS care. Professor Marks recommended a truly appalling psychiatrist called Michael Browne, telling me that he was ‘very good’. He wasn’t. Browne’s base, Brookwood Hospital, had been named and shamed repeatedly for neglecting patients so badly that they killed themselves. A few years after I left Surrey, Michael Browne was named in a scandal involving the gross clinical negligence of a young man who died in Wormwood Scrubs. See post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’.

I registered with the GP nearest to where I lived, a man called Michael Hudson. On my first visit he was rude and hostile and refused to assist me. Hudson was later struck off but I don’t know why. I didn’t return to Hudson, but instead went to another surgery, where I met a much nicer GP, Nigel Baldock. Dr Baldock made it clear that he had no opinion of psychiatrists. But guess what happened after my first consultation with Dr Baldock? He received a phone call from ever such a helpful man from north Wales who was so worried about me and just wanted to help, Dr D.G.E. Wood (see post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’). That’s the D.G.E. Wood who came from Bristol, who’s father was a Top Doc in Bristol and who still lived there, the D.G.E. Wood who had a whole corrupt network in Bristol, linked with David Hunt’s corrupt network in Bristol. The Lord David Hunt who spent so many years in the Welsh Office concealing the crimes of Dafydd, Francis, Wood et al, as detailed in previous posts.

Bill Cockhill lived in Bristol, his network was there and Redland was a company which originated in Bristol.

When I lived in Surrey, I was walking in the Devil’s Punch-Bowl when I had a fall and sustained quite a nasty injury. I didn’t break anything, but I tore ligaments. I went to the hospital in Guildford who told me that there was nothing that they could do about this, I just had to go home and rest my ankle. I was able to walk again after a couple of weeks but the injury never healed properly and I still have a weakness in my ankle. I was later told that there was a lot more that the hospital could have done and that they knew this.

Then there was the time in Surrey that I sliced my finger open and rang the GP on call to ask for advice as to how to treat the injury because the adipose tissue was falling out which was worrying. He told me that there was nothing that he could do and rang off.

When I worked for Vincent Marks, I lived in a village called Thursley. It was just down the road from Godalming. Mr Biggs lived in Godalming. Biggs lived at The Mill, Mill Lane. Biggs is listed as being a Director of M.R.B. Holdings, a Director of M.R.B. Properties, a Director of Hatch Mill Properties Ltd and a Director of Eusalink Ltd. Biggs certainly built an empire on the back of those freezer bags and the badly paid workers of Redland Quilting.

I shared the cottage at Thursley with two young people, Guy and Beth, who were the offspring of well-heeled Surrey professionals but who seemed to be at a rather loose end. Beth’s mother was an educational psychologist and I have been told that she might have been nobbled by Dafydd’s network. Beth’s mum lived in Godalming. For a while, a midwife called Ann shared the house with us. I became quite friendly with Ann, she knew what had happened to me in north Wales and was worried for my safety. She told me that she had witnessed patient harm in hospitals and Top Doctors destroying medical records to conceal it, which was why she left midwifery. Ann was working in a private school for children with difficulties but resigned after just a few months and left Surrey. She discovered more and more about the school which made her increasingly unhappy and I now suspect that she discovered that there was abuse of the children there. She didn’t ever tell me that, but the euphemisms that Ann used I now know to be those used when people are getting the hell out of somewhere because there is abuse of vulnerable people happening. It has also been suggested to me that Ann was either a member of the security services who was sent to befriend me or that she was terrified of what was unravelling in north Wales and fled. See post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’.

It was when I was working at Surrey University in 1988 that upheavals occurred at Redland Quilting. Redland was located off the Bristol Road in Bridgwater. There was a big new development planned and a load of old properties, including some houses and the building which Redland occupied, were going to be demolished. I don’t know whether it was a case of a compulsory purchase order, but as far as I knew, there was no choice, the buildings were going to be demolished. So Redland had to find new premises if it were to continue in business. Bill Cockhill then announced that he had found someone who wanted to buy Redland, which came as quite a surprise to me, it was not the sort of business that would be snapped up. Even more surprisingly, the new owner was a businessman from Nottingham no less, a man called Richard Tennant.

I had worked at Nottingham until Dec 1987, it was where I witnessed the huge research fraud carried out at the Cancer Research Campaign laboratories at Nottingham University, by Prof Robert Baldwin and his merry men and a few women as well (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Nottingham was where I made friends with the two medical students who also witnessed neglect and research fraud who later left medicine. One of those medical students had a father who was a Civil Service mandarin. I have found out who he was and there is a blog post coming soon about him. His daughter was lovely, but Baldwin’s henchmen did not like her and she was under fire from them.

Not only had Richard Tennant from Nottingham bought Redland from Bill Cockhill, but Richard explained that Redland would be relocating to Nottingham, so obviously the local Bridgwater workers would all be made redundant. My father was about 60. The ‘redundancy packages’ offered were derisory. Father knew that although he’d worked all his life, he would never get another job again at his age. He was also the sort of person who would never have considered claiming benefits, except for the old age pension which he wasn’t due for another five years.

So Richard Tennant offered father a job in Nottingham, although he knew that father had spent virtually his entire life in Somerset and owned his house there. Richard acknowledged that father couldn’t be expected to sell up and relocate to Nottingham, so after a lot of wriggling around on Tennant’s part, Tennant made an alternative offer to father instead. He offered father a job in Nottingham from Monday to Thursday, along with father being put up in a B&B from Monday to Thursday paid for by Tennant, so that father could commute from Somerset. The pay was higher than father’s previous salary, but wasn’t actually high enough for most people to have said yes to such an arrangement. A younger person beginning a career might have agreed to this, but not a sixty year old man who was physically strong still but who’s health was beginning to decline. But being father he said yes, because, as he said to me, I’ll never get another job and I am not going on the dole.

So father started the long distance commuting. He commented to me that he was surprised to find that the other guests in the ‘B&B’ were young families on the dole with children. I guessed what sort of ‘B&B’ Richard Tennant had chosen in which to house his employee. This arrangement went on for a while, with father getting increasingly knackered and realising that the ‘B&B’ was quite insalubrious really. It transpired that Tennant owned a little flat in Nottingham, so father started using that.

I heard from most other people that Richard Tennant was a charming, pleasant man who wasn’t an unscrupulous old bugger like Bill Cockhill. But father seemed less enamoured of Richard Tennant. It was fairly clear that father was exhausted and was being exploited but did not feel able to do anything about this. I think that he might have tried to raise the subject with Tennant once, because when a relative told father that this was an unacceptable arrangement, father snapped ‘well he’s made it very clear to me that I’m already costing him a fortune’.

The bizarre arrangement continued for a number of years, until father did retire. Father’s life was undoubtedly at risk during those years. His health began failing and the commuting to Nottingham was so exhausting that he was falling asleep at the wheel. Richard Tennant knew about this. Father had what I know damn well was a heart attack. For once father actually allowed a Top Doctor to be called, who told father than one thing that he hadn’t had was a heart attack. Dr fucking Matthews of Nether Stowey knew as well as I did that father had indeed had a heart attack, but not only had Matthews already killed the dad of a girl with whom I went to school by gross neglect, but I have been told that Matthews knew that father had a daughter who would not shut up about the criminal activity that she had witnessed in north Wales.

Richard Tennant stepped in with his generous offer of employment to my father in 1988. I have found a website on which someone but I’m not sure who describes the evolution of Richard’s business. This is Richard’s Story:

The more observant amongst you will have noticed the addition of a new logo onto our website. Well – it’s been going on for a while now – but we’ve created an alliance with Tennant Varipack in Nottingham. And I think we know them well enough now to introduce you….

Established back 1955 by William Cockhill, as Redland Quilting, the Company was a successful supplier of PVC products to the furniture industry.

Mark DarbyIn 1980, the company diversified into the stationery market, producing ring binders and media packs. This was followed a few years later by a change of location and name as Redland Quilting became Redland PVC Products and moved from Bristol to Nottingham. The company changed hands in 1988 when William Cockhill retired and sold the business to Richard Tennant. After the acquisition of Varipack Ltd, the name changed yet again to Tennant Varipack.

Richard is long-time friend of Duraweld and, with an eye to the future, he looked to us to carry on the business, delivering high quality vinyl stationery and packaging products to a national market.

We are thrilled to have Tennant Varipack as part of the Duraweld group and will continue to supply Tennant’s customers under the Tennant Varipack name for many years to come. It is our ambition to grow the market for customised vinyl stationery and promotional packaging from the Nottingham site as well as introduce the many loyal customers of Tennant Varipack to Duraweld’s range of paper-over-board and polypropylene products.

Mark Darby has re-joined the Company in a sales development role, operating out of our Nottingham Sales Office; he is available to visit customers of both Duraweld and Tennant Varipack.

 

This reminded me of one great mystery regarding Richard Tennant’s purchase of Redland – how did Tennant ever hear about Redland and why did he ever buy it? Tennant’s company was of a very different nature to Redland, it made completely different products. Why did a man in Nottingham with a completely different business purchase an ailing little company in Bridgwater which occupied a building which Tennant knew was being demolished and make all the workers redundant except for father, whom he then worked nearly to death? Tennant had never done business with Cockhill and no-one in Somerset had even heard of Richard Tennant before he declared his interest in buying Redland.

It is mentioned in the website’s spiel that Bill ‘retired’. No, Bill only sold Redland because the building was being demolished. Bill I’m fairly sure continued to be a very busy bee with business interests. Not that Bill was a busy bee for very long after he flogged Redland to Richard Tennant. Because Bill died. Father was upset and deeply shocked because he went to see Bill in Bristol one day, only to find Bill and his wife Marion in bits because Bill had just been told by his Top Doctor that he was ‘riddled with cancer’, nothing could be done and Bill had only weeks to live. Days later Bill died.

Bill was an affluent man who unlike father didn’t loathe Top Docs and keep away from them. Bill probably played golf with them. However Bill did not have any medical education. If Bill was showing signs of cancer, Bill would not have known. Neither would Marion or his daughters. Bill would have been entirely dependent upon the opinion of the Top Doc. Who of course could have been trusted to always do the best for his patients. As Dr ‘you haven’t had a heart attack’ Matthews, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and my boss’s brother Dr John Marks, President of the BMA will confirm.

In 1988 Dafydd, Tony Francis et al were CC’ing letters regarding ‘evidence’ of my crimes that they were intending to use to have me imprisoned to Tony Chadwick, the BMA’s representative in Wales. Chadwick was even popping up to Bangor to discuss the problem that was me. Chadwick knew that the ‘evidence’ being presented to him was untrue (see eg. ‘THE BLOG POST WHICH WAS HACKED CAN NOW BE READ’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’). Professor Robert Owen was colluding with Dafydd et al to ensure that the crimes of Dafydd et al would be concealed when my complaint was finally ‘investigated’ (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Mary Wynch had made legal history by winning her case against Dafydd et al. Alison Taylor had blown the whistle on the abuse of children in north Wales as loud as she could had written to Thatcher and Tony Newton the Secretary of State for Social Security and had been sacked from her job as a social worker by Gwynedd County Council.

Richard Tennant stepped in with his generous offer of employment to my father in the year that I was living just down the road from Michael Biggs and year that Ken Clarke was in an all out war with the brother of my boss Vincent Marks at Surrey University.

 

Ken Clarke, the Health Secretary during July 1998-Nov 1990, was the Tory MP for Rushcliffe in Nottingham. Before Ken Clarke entered politics, he was a barrister in Nottingham. Ken Clarke remained friendly with barristers and others in Nottingham throughout his years in Parliament. They were on such good terms that at one point Ken’s old Chambers asked him to return as a partner. Ken said no, but he did offer his old mates ‘advice’. Ken Clarke had many business interests throughout his career.

How are you getting on with your One Nation Conservatism and curries then Ken? Fancy a pint? Go on, have another me old mate, it’s amazing what downing a few with the lads can lead to. You hear all sorts of things when people are half-pissed.

 

Richard Tennant had a famous nephew, Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys! Father knew that Richard’s nephew was in something called the Pet Shop Boys, but I’m not sure that father knew that Neil Tennant was a gay idol among rent boys as well as other gays. Neil Tennant’s wiki tells us that he revealed that he was gay in 1994. Well how did I know that Neil was gay years before then? I wasn’t an active gay male teenager moving in Neil’s circle but I was under no illusions and I don’t think that many other people were either.

Neil Tennant was born and brought up in Newcastle-upon-Tyne as a Catholic. There was a paedophile gang operating in the Newcastle area with direct links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire.

Neil Tennant moved to London to study at the North London Poly – now London Metropolitan University – and graduated in 1975. He worked for two years as the London Editor for Marvel Comic and gradually moved into music journalism. Tennant ended up editing TV tie-in books for ITV books moved to ITV Books and in 1982 he was appointed News Editor of ‘Smash Hits’. In 1983 he became Assistant Editor. Tennant edited the 1982, 1983 and 1984 editions of The Smash Hits Yearbook.

Buring the 1970s and 80s, John Allen and Dafydd were grooming and trafficking teenaged boys from children’s homes in north Wales to work as rent boys in London and Brighton on a massive scale. Neil Tennant almost certainly heard something about it.

Neil is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. He maintains a house in London and a house in County Durham. Up there in Blair’s political stronghold.

In 1998, Tennant was named in a list of the biggest private financial donors to the Labour Party. However, in the 2005 General Election, he voted Lib Dem.

Neil Tennant’s hits include ‘It’s A Sin’ and ‘Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots Of Money)’.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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The Chancellor of Surrey University is and was when I worked there Lilibet’s cousin, Edward, the Duke of Kent. His mother, Princess Marina of Greece, was a cousin of Phil the Greek. Since 1967 the Duke of Kent has been Grand Master of the United Grand Lodge of England and in December 2013, he celebrated 50 years as a Freemason. 

 

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The Duke of Kent went to Eton and enjoyed a long career in the British Army, reaching the rank of Field Marshal. Purely on the basis of his talent of course. The Duke was for many years Vice-Chairman of British Trade International, formerly known as the British Overseas Trade Board, and later as the UK’s Special Representative for International Trade and Investment. He was also the Vice-Chairman of the British Overseas Trade Board, in which capacity he became the first member of the Royal family to visit China in 1979 with his focus being on the British Energy Exhibition in Beijing.

From 1971 to 2000, the Duke of Kent was President of English football’s governing body, The Football Association. The Duke has served as the President of The Scout Association since 1975. He also serves as the president of the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, a position in which he succeeded his late mother, Princess Marina, Duchess of Kent. His other roles include President of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, the RAF Benevolent Fund, the RNLI, the Stroke Institution, the Royal United Services Institute, the Royal Institution, the British Racing Drivers’ Club and Patron of Royal West Norfolk Golf Club, Kent County Cricket Club, Opera North, Trinity Laban Conservatoire of Music and Dance and St Mungo’s Broadway, benefiting the homeless. The Duke is on the advisory panel for the Mountbatten Medal and presents the medal once the decision has been made. The Duke of Kent is one of the Royal Fellows of the Royal Academy of Engineering. For almost 29 years, the Duke has been the Patron of Endeavour, a national youth organisation. He has also served as Royal Patron of The Honourable Society of Lincoln’s Inn since 2001, a position previously occupied by his father. In 2015, the Duke received the Dresden Peace Prize for ‘his contribution to British-German reconciliation’.

The Duke of Kent married Katharine Worsley. Katharine was born at Hovingham Hall, Yorkshire, the only daughter of Sir William Arthington, 4th Baronet and his wife, Joyce Morgan Brunner. Her mother was the daughter of Sir John Brunner, 2nd Baronet and granddaughter of Sir John Brunner, 1st Baronet, the founder of Brunner Mond,which later became ICI. She is a descendant of Oliver Cromwell. Worsley was christened at All Saints’ Church, Hovingham, on 2 April 1933. Her godparents were her maternal uncle Sir Felix Brunner, 3rd Baronet, Major Sir Digby Lawson, 2nd Baronet, her paternal aunt Winifred Colegate and Margaret Fife of Nunnington Hall.

Katharine did not receive any formal education until the age of 10. She was educated at Queen Margaret’s School, York and at Runton Hill School in North Norfolk. At school she was was taught to play the piano, organ and violin. In her final year at Runton Hill, she was formally elected music secretary; in this role, she organized school recitals in Norwich. Katharine left school with a ‘pass’ in oral French and a ‘very good’ in English literature. There was never a category for ‘very good’ at O level, so what Katherine passed I cannot fathom.

Katharine worked for some time in a children’s home in York and worked at a nursery school in London. She failed to gain admission to the Royal Academy of Music, but followed her brothers to Oxford. They went to Oxford University, but Katharine studied at Miss Hubler’s Finishing School, 22 Merton Street, devoting much of her time to music. Perhaps because ‘very good’ at English lit wasn’t sufficient to get Katharine through the doors of Oxford.  At Miss Hubler’s, Katherine was one of only eight pupils and was instructed by three different teachers: The Principal herself, Miss Hubler, taught French literature, painting, and history; a French woman taught cookery; and a Viennese lady taught music.

Katharine met Prince Edward, Duke of Kent, while he was based at Catterick Camp. Edward proposed to her with a ring consisting of ‘an oval sapphire with a round diamond on either side.’ On 8 June 1961, the couple married at York Minster, the first Royal marriage in that location in 633 years. The bride’s father escorted her and the best man was Prince Michael of Kent. Princess Anne was one of the bridesmaids. The Archbishop of York Michael Ramsey conducted the marriage service. Guests included actors Noel Coward as well as members of the British, Greek, Danish, Norwegian, Yugoslavian, Romanian and Spanish Royal families. 273 yards of fabric were used to make her white silk gauze dress which had ‘a high neckline and long sleeves and a commanding train,’ and was designed by John Cavanagh. The Kent Diamond and Pearl Fringe Tiara secured her veil.

Together, the couple have three children: George Windsor, Earl of St Andrews (born 26 June 1962); Lady Helen Taylor (born 28 April 1964); and Lord Nicholas Windsor (born 25 July 1970).

Katharine had an abortion in 1975 due to German measles and gave birth to a stillborn son, Patrick, in 1977, a loss that caused her to fall into a state of severe depression, about which she has spoken publicly. 

The Duchess moved to the married quarters in Hong Kong and Germany while her husband was serving at the military. The couple later took numerous royal engagements on behalf of the Queen, including the Ugandan independence celebrations and the coronation of the King of Tonga. 

The Duke and Duchess of Kent and some of their family caused a bit of a stir by concerting to Catholicism. It was stressed that because of the time at which they did this it would not affect their rights of succession to the throne. Not that it mattered, because there’s loads more in the queue in front of them.

The Duchess of Kent decided in 2002 not to use personally the style ‘Her Royal Highness’ and to reduce her Royal duties. Since then she has been informally known as Katharine Kent or Katharine, Duchess of Kent, although her formal style (e.g. in the Court Circular) remains HRH The Duchess of Kent. Despite her decision to stay away from public life, the Duchess continues to appear at major events.

In keeping with her withdrawal from full Royal duties in 1996, the Duchess took a position as a music teacher in Wansbeck Primary School in Kingston-upon-Hull. She also taught piano lessons in a rented studio flat near her official residence at Kensington Palace. The Duchess of Kent had served as the President of the Royal Northern College of Music and was the Director of National Foundation for Youth Music, 1999-07. She is Patron of national charity, Making Music, the National Federation of Music Societies, an umbrella organisation for amateur and voluntary music groups. Katharine is among the co-founders of Future Talent, a charity that helps young children with low-income backgrounds pursue a career in music. In May 2016, she hosted a concert for young children at Buckingham Palace in her capacity as founder of Future Talent.

In August 2016, the Duchess became an ambassador for the Samaritans ‘after a volunteer at the Teesside branch reached out to her’. In the way that Ken and Doreen Dewar reached out into the coffers of Redland Quilting in a previous time perhaps. The Duchess had previously been Royal Patron of the Samaritans, 1971-99. So she was Royal Patron when the Dewars were busy reaching out in Bridgwater. The Duchess is also a supporter of UNICEF. Whether small time crooks from Bridgwater were involved with UNICEF I don’t know.

 

When I was working at Surrey University, there was much discussion of what was felt to be entrenched discrimination against women in university research. My female colleagues were acutely aware of this, because as was typical of most universities as the time, female staff tended to be on insecure research contracts and male staff in tenured posts. This was very noticeable in the Dept of Biochemistry at Surrey where I worked. There were hordes of very active women research fellows, some of them excellent, yet ‘the academics’ (as they called themselves) were a bunch of ridiculous moribund old men who were not up to much. The most illustrious ‘academic’ was Dr Keith Snell who walked around with a permanent sneer on his face, he must have worked really hard at that. Snell didn’t acknowledge my existence and he even snubbed senior research fellows if they spoke to him. It was daft – as someone remarked to me, ‘he really must be not quite adequate to behave like this’.

Those whom received much snottiness from Keith Snell and The Academics included Helen Henneberry, Sheila Hampton and Debra Skene. They were all very good researchers, much better than The Academics. However, Helen, Sheila and Debra did know about wrongdoing and corruption at Surrey and elsewhere. Debra is still at Surrey, she has a Chair there now. Helen was married to Steve, a police officer who was in the Met’s River Police section. Helen knew what was happening to me at the hands of those in north Wales.

 

At that time, Surrey University boasted of one Professor Daphne Jackson, a nuclear physicist, notable for being the first female professor of physics in the UK. Jackson went to Peterborough County Grammar for Girls, from where she went onto Imperial College in London, which by the time that I was working at Surrey listening to Daphne’s public lectures on the travails of Wimmin in Science, had supplied many of the biggest umbrellas for Dafydd and the gang (see previous posts). 

Daphne Jackson moved to what became the University of Surrey at the invitation of Lewis Elton, I think to do her PhD, when he became Head of the Physics Department at Battersea College of Advanced Technology. Daphne became a lecturer and in 1971, Britain’s first female Professor of Physics when she was appointed by University of Surrey.

Lewis Elton is the dad of comedian Ben Elton. My post ‘The Rakes’ Progress’ discusses Lewis, Ben, their network and how much some of them knew about Dafydd et al.

Daphne became the Dean of Surrey University and sat on a range of bodies. She held a senior position at the Meteorological Office and was President of the Women’s Engineering Society and Vice-President of the Institute of Physics.

Jackson ‘campaigned for women’s rights and she was disappointed to see that talented women were lost in lowly jobs because they could not re-enter their career after a break’. In 1985 Jackson devised a plan to help these women by allowing them to work for two years where they could readjust to their discipline after taking a break to have a child, becoming a carer or just because they followed their husband’s career rather than their own. Jackson is reported as saying, ‘Imagine a society that would allow Marie Curie to stack shelves in a supermarket simply because she took a career break for family reasons.’

“Qualified women who are unemployed or under-employed following a career break for family commitments represent an appalling waste of talent and of investment in their initial education. Many such women are eager to return to their original careers or to a new field of activity for which their initial education is relevant, provided that retraining can be given and that they can, at least initially, work on a part-time basis.”

I certainly knew all about such circumstances. After my career in medical research was destroyed – Daphne and her colleagues assisted in this – because I had witnessed the serious crime of the Top Docs and their colleagues in north Wales, I spent years either not working or in jobs such as cleaning, indeed shelf-stacking and care work. I was well aware that my colleagues in those jobs wondered what the hell someone with my qualifications was doing in jobs like that, but I did explain to those with whom I became friends that what was going on in medical research was so bad that I did not regret not being there any more.

Professor Jackson the defender of working wimmin was diagnosed with cancer. Daphne’s obituary tells us that cancer ‘was a disease she was helping to fight through her work with the Institute for Cancer Research and the Royal Marsden Hospital’. So Daphne would have been party to that research fraud perpetrated by the staff of the Royal Marsden which involved Tony Francis’s friend Peter Macguire (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’). Daphne knew those colleagues of mine from Surrey who stole my work and used it to raise more funds to secure their own futures at the Institute of Cancer Research (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).

Daphne died in 1991 of cancer. Which doesn’t surprise me. Were there not such endemic research fraud in cancer research, the outcomes for people who develop cancer might well be very much better than they are.

As ye sow, so shall ye reap Daphne:

 

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After Daphne The Wimmin’s Friend pegged out when her partners in crime the Top Docs found that they didn’t have a miracle cure after all – get your pink bras on and run a few more marathons ladies, CR UK needs a few more million to help YOU – the Daphne Jackson Trust was founded with a legacy, but I’m not sure where the legacy came from. The Trust is there to help Wimmin – although not wimmin who’ve blown the whistle on the Westminster Paedophile Ring or large scale research fraud obviously – and is based at the Physics Dept at the University of Surrey. The Patrons of the Daphne Jackson Trust are: Professor Dame Athene Donald,  Ms Vivienne Parry and Ms Maggie Philbin.

One of the Daphne Jackson Trustees is this blog’s old pal Prof Hilary Lappin-Scott. Hilary spent a brief time as the PVC for Research at Bangor University when I worked there. Hilary was the most atrocious bully, she was nakedly racist towards Welsh people and she was so rude that someone who approached Bangor University offering a partnership – one of the biggest investors in north west Wales that there is – walked away and had to be tempted back by a rather more sane member of staff. My own problems with Hilary reached a pinnacle when she refused to reimburse me my fieldwork expenses. I had done a great deal of fieldwork and the expenses ran into hundreds. Hilary refused to pay me. No reason, she just didn’t feel like it. I had no petrol to get to work and no money for groceries. A variety of friends bought petrol and groceries for me. Hilary departed from Bangor a few months later after the most enormous row when she made an allegiance with Prof Fergus Lowe and tried to close down five Depts. One of the lecturers from one Dept which Hilary announced that she was going to close committed suicide. No official details of Hilary’s departure were ever released but leaks from the organs of government let it be known that Hilary was dismissed and escorted off the premises by security. As Hilary left the premises, the IT staff were ordered to remove all references to her from the Bangor University website and to change all passwords and secure everything because of the fear that Hilary would carry out a revenge attack on Bangor.

When the e mail was circulated by the senior management informing everyone that Hilary no longer was employed by the University, loud cheering could be heard from offices and a celebratory e mail title ‘The Wicked Witch Is Dead’ was sent out by one of Hilary’s victims. Hilary was known at Bangor as Hilary Satan-Scott.

Everyone presumed that Hilary would never work again, but Brown said ‘ooh no, she’ll be a valuable resource for someone’. Indeed she has been. Hilary was subsequently given a job as PVC at Swansea University. Hilary was put in charge of the Business School, although she is a biologist. There were allegations of dreadful workplace bullying, staff resigned, there were allegations that jobs were given to friends of friends of Hilary’s and the students held a public protest on the grounds that what was going on was so damaging to the University’s reputation that their degrees were being devalued. An inquiry Chaired by a barrister followed.

Hilary recently won an award for Inspirational Wimmin and was photographed with Princess Anne.

The spiel on the Daphne Jackson Trust website tells us that Hilary is responsible for Equality and Diversity at Swansea University.

One look at Hilary’s fellow Trustees on the Daphne Jackson Trust website will reassure readers that Daphne has left behind a valuable legacy.

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The Daphne Jackson Medal and Prize was established in 2016 and named in Jackson’s honour, are awarded by the Institute of Physics ‘for exceptional early career contributions to physics education and to widening participation within it’.

In 1988, when I went to listen to Daphne speak about the struggles of wimmin who find themselves surrounded by those in possession of testicles, Daphne related an anecdote to illustrate the difficulties of being a High Achieving Woman. Daphne explained that her elderly mother was now frail and in need of care, so Daphne went to discuss the problem with a Top Doctor. The Top Doctor, who was a Top Doctor in possession of testicles, told Daphne that she’d have to give up work and look after her mother. Daphne explained that she was Professor Daphne Jackson The First Female Professor Of Physics In Britain, only to find that the Top Doctor repeated his suggestion that Daphne should give up her job and look after her mother. The other Wimmin in the room – including those who stole my data and used it to advance themselves – all tut tutted and agreed that No Man would have been spoken to like that. Certainly not Keith Snell.

I didn’t like to mention to the Wimmin that no, the Top Doc probably would not have told a man to give up work and look after his elderly mother. A Top Doc would have told a man to pay someone else to look after his elderly mother. A female Top Doc would have said the same. Furthermore, there was at that time and still are some male carers. Because although there is a gender dimension to the problem in that it is usually women who are unpaid carers, the biggest problem is that there is NO SOCIAL CARE for those who need it. So if you are a man who hasn’t got a wife to ask/tell to look after the relative and you haven’t got any money, you too will be told by Top Docs to give up your job to become a carer. Daphne did not campaign for improved social care. Daphne did not campaign for funding for low income citizens to have access to social care. Daphne campaigned for the rights of well-qualified professional women to have successful careers. I don’t have a problem with that, but Daphne and her colleagues’ conduct towards me demonstrated the cause closest to their hearts.

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When Ken Clarke was Health Secretary, as well as doing battle with Dr John Marks and the BMA, Ken did battle with Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor aka the Duke of Westminster, Carlo’s friend. Grosvenor was demanding that Thatcher’s Gov’t give him the Hyde Park Corner building which was the former St George’s Hospital Medical School, St George’s having relocated to Tooting. Grosvenor’s rationale was that centuries previously, his ancestor had donated the Hyde Park Corner site and now he wanted it back. At that time Grosvenor was the richest man in the UK. The Hyde Park Corner site was worth a bomb, it is prime Knightbridge real estate worth millions and Gerald wanted to add to his collection of vast estates and much of Belgravia. Ken Clarke didn’t explain in his autobiography how the problem was resolved, he simply stated that he wanted to sell the Duke the Hyde Park Corner site at its market value and reinvest the money into the dear old NHS. What actually happened was that the Gov’t allowed the Duke to purchase the Hyde Park Corner site for £6k. It is now the very expensive Lanesborough Hotel:

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  • It’s incredible what you can pick up for £6k. After my career was ruined I took out my meagre funds from my own pension – I actually had one in those days – to live on when I was discharged from Springfield Hospital jobless and with no income (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’) and it was almost £6k. If Thatch and Ken Clarke had told me that the Lanesborough was on offer for that price at the time I could have just borrowed a bit more from Brown and bought it myself.
I cannot think why the richest man in the UK was given such a bargain by Thatch and Ken. It will not of course have had anything to do with the Duke being President of the City of Chester Conservative Constituency Association and the members of that Association knowing that the constituency MP, Sir Peter Morrison, was molesting children in care in north Wales, Chester and elsewhere, while Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary worked at Buck House as Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet.
It was in the late 1980s that Alison Taylor wrote to Carlo and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused. Carlo’s office replied, telling Alison that Carlo couldn’t get involved. Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW (Bangor University) at the time, which was log jammed with staff colluding with or concealing the paedophile gang that Dafydd et al were running. Dafydd himself still wielded influence in UCNW and his daughter Dwynwen was doing a PhD in the Psychology Dept. Dwynwen’s degree results were not considered good enough for her to have been offered a place under normal circumstances, but dear old Dafydd had a word with a few mates and Dwynwen was in.

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I have expressed my puzzlement previously on this blog as to why Thatcher appointed Sir Peter Morrison, a man who’s openly gossiped about activities with children put the Gov’t and national security as risk, to such crucial sensitive Gov’t positions. The Gov’t was depending upon the talents of Dafydd to prevent a major scandal, it was ludicrous. No rational person would have given Morrison the jobs that Thatcher did. Morrison’s family were massively influential in the Tory Party and his sister was a courtier in Buck House, but even so, it still makes no sense for Thatcher to have kept Morrison in the Gov’t. In 1988, when people from Ken Clarke’s part of the world were sufficiently interested in the fate of a company housing a sweat-shop in a building scheduled for demolition in Bridgwater to purchase that company, Peter Morrison was Minister of State for Energy with responsibility for oil (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Thatcher’s Gov’t depended upon oil to fund it’s insane policies of destroying industry and raising unemployment.

I have received an e mail suggesting why so many risks were taken with regard to Morrison. It contained the following information:

Sally
You asked the question what had you missed ?
May I suggest the following hypothesis that Peter had been abused as a child by a Duke of Westminster, Robert perhaps. 
His birth place Fonthill in Wiltshire has a historical link with the 2nd Marquis of Westminster. So he was someone’s childhood bitch, a VIP paedophile, which would explain the subsequent geography of his seat and his political appointments. It would also explain the business generating cash through sex trafficking. 
So Westminster ( North West) to Westminster(central).
Regards

Robert Grosvenor was the 5th Duke of Westminster, the father of Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. I have blogged about him in previous posts. It is not unlikely that Peter Morrison was molested as a child himself. He went to Eton and was of the generation of men who as boys were often brutalised so badly at school that it wreaked havoc with their psycho-sexual development and he was of course surrounded by older men who had been similarly brutalised. Previous posts have discussed who may have been involved in the selection of Morrison, a known paedophile, to contend the safe Tory seat of Chester in 1974, a city that was the centre of a huge paedophile/sex trafficking ring, operated by Dafydd et al. The Duke of Westminster’s family seat was just down the road. Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to the Duke’s estate for ‘work experience’ and were refusing to return but wouldn’t explain why.

 

I discussed in an earlier post how someone who came under attack from Dafydd et al was ordered by a helpful community midwife to have the family dogs put down when his wife became pregnant on the grounds that they would constitute a ‘danger to the baby’. There was no evidence that the dogs would be any such thing, they were family pets and were used to being around the children that the family already had. The midwife insisted. The family were completely in the clutches of the Top Docs et al, were constantly being hectored and told that they didn’t know what they were doing, so eventually they rang the RSPCA and asked them to put the dogs to sleep.

I was told that a rude aggressive ‘RSPCA inspector’ arrived at the house who had no knowledge of how to put dogs to sleep. Instead of an injection into a vein on the leg, preceded by a sedative to keep the dog relaxed, the RSPCA man ‘stabbed the dogs to death through the heart with a massive needle’. Several members of the family confirmed that this was what had happened. The first two dogs died screaming in agony and struggled to get away, such that by the time that the third dog was ready for slaughter, the mother of the family was crying, the children were crying and the father intervened, said that this could not happen to the third dog as well and told the RSPCA man to leave. The RSPCA man told the family that this would teach them not to be ‘irresponsible owners’ in future. There was someone else at the scene of the crime. The midwife who had demanded that this should be done. She was paying a home visit when it all kicked off. Did she stop the slaughter? No. She left the house after the first murder, saying that she couldn’t bear the noise of the dog screaming.

When I heard about this awful scene, I just thought that the family must have had terrible luck with a rogue RSPCA man. This happened in 1992. Over the next few years I heard further stories about what was obviously the same RSPCA man. The stories had a running theme: vulnerable people who had asked for help with their pets, only to be met with aggression accompanied by a lecture on the crimes of Irresponsible Owners and downright cruelty to the animals. A new trend subsequently emerged. That of people who were either elderly and not coping very well or mental health patients ‘in the community’ who had been reported to the RSPCA for ‘cruelty’ having animals removed from their care in a blaze of media coverage which involved the naming and shaming of the Irresponsible Owners. The Irresponsible Owners hadn’t actually been cruel to the animals, but they had lived among much filth and mess, because no-one was supporting them ‘in the community’.

So many of these cases were happening that I began to take an interest, particularly as a lot of the cases were in north Wales. In every case, the Irresponsible Owners had not been coping but their plight had been ignored by the ‘community teams’. The ‘community teams’ had been going into the chaos and had not responded in any way. Not until someone reported that the pets were not being looked after or were simply living in chaos and filth. The RSPCA would then remove the pets, invite the press to photograph ‘this disgusting squalor’ and everyone could marvel at the Irresponsible Owners. No-one asked what the community workers had been doing watching these situations develop over months. No-one reflected that there was concern shown for pets living in filth but not seriously ill people.

While such cases were being highlighted, I knew of a number of people who were being horrifically cruel to their animals. These people were not in the care of the welfare services and no-one denounced them as Irresponsible Owners. A farmer on Anglesey was known to have chucked his sheepdog over a cliff when it became too old to work. He did not receive a visit from the RSPCA. There was a dog in Bethesda who was chained up outside in the garden visibly starving and drenched in the bad weather. No-one said a word. There were various other dogs who were being beaten and kicked in public and my landlady’s grandson told me of a mass outbreak of the torture of other people’s cats that was happening in Caernarfon. Not a word from the RSPCA.

On one occasion a labrador was removed from two middle aged brothers on Anglesey and featured on the Welsh TV news. The owners were named and shamed and received a good bollocking from the RSPCA. Their crime? Their labrador was fat. Labradors do get fat because they eat everything in sight and admittedly this one was enormous. Yet surely someone could have given the brothers advice on slimming their labrador down? The brothers were interviewed and were very obviously not cruel. No-one had even tried to advise them. The RSPCA then revelled in telling the TV news that not only was this lab fat, but it had an ‘untreated tumour’ on it’s neck and the poor lab ‘must be in agony’. The untreated tumour was filmed. It was exactly the same condition that a dog of mine had experienced years ago. The tumour in question was benign and painless. As the RSPCA quietly admitted a few days later, after the lab had been removed and the brothers denounced as cruel gits. The brothers did not get their lab back. Did the RSPCA rehome the lab? No. They did what the RSPCA do a lot of, they put the dog down. For being fat.

What have we come to when a dog is abducted and killed for being fat and the dog’s owners are denounced on a national news bulletin for owning a fat dog?

I realised that something particularly odd was happening when the RSPCA started coming after me. Repeatedly. For ‘cruelty’ to my dogs. The cruelty in question being my dogs sleeping in my car when I was at work. On the first occasion that the RSPCA contacted me, I explained that yes my dogs were in the car, but they were not young dogs, they were comfortable and with a bowl of water, I checked on them regularly and I took them out for walks at intervals as well. They were in the car because I didn’t want to leave them at home all day, it was better for them to be in the car where I could go and visit them and walk them. The RSPCA went away happy with the explanation. Then they came back again, once more with allegations that I was cruel. Then the RSPCA told me that other people had told them that I was cruel. Perhaps they were the same people who were leaving abusive notes stuck to my car, telling me that I was cruel. I invited the RSPCA to come and meet me and my dogs to reassure themselves that my dogs were OK. The RSPCA didn’t take up my offer. A few weeks later I received another call from the RSPCA. Someone had told them that I was cruel.

The RSPCA must have known my extension number by now they were ringing me so often. I was never told who was making the allegations that I was cruel. The last conversation that I had with the RSPCA was even more surreal than the others. The RSPCA man spoke to me as though I was 10 yrs old. He told me that he knew that dogs get stressed when they are in a confined space because he had done an experiment. He had dressed up as a dog, sat in a small space and after 15 mins had felt stressed. I realised that I was talking to an idiot so I simply asked what he recommended. He told me to buy a new car and that if there was one more complaint about me the RSPCA would prosecute me.

There nearly was another complaint about me as well. I went to visit another Enemy Of The Paedophiles when he was in the Hergest Unit. I had only been with him about five minutes, when the door of the room flew open and an Angel yelled at me ‘those are your dogs in the car and it’s cruel for them to be there. If you don’t leave, we’ll call the RSPCA. It’s not me what’s doing this, I’ve been told. I’m just the messenger so don’t you have a go at me yeh’. The Angel – no uniform, no ID badge, so I had no idea who she was – then slammed the door shut again and disappeared.

The Hergest Unit staff knew my dogs and they knew my car. Because when I had been a patient previously, they had called the police on the grounds that they wanted to remove my dogs – to the care of the RSPCA! – but the police refused to break into my car lest they got bitten. No-one asked me to go outside and let the police into my car and introduce them to the dogs. Who would not have bitten them anyway. I only found out what was happening when the Hergest whistleblower came and told me not to worry about my dogs because he’d look after them while I was in hospital.

The Hergest whistleblower was as good as his word. One day though he came in terribly upset and told me that he thought that one of my dogs was going to die, he was very ill. The dog had been rushed to the vet who told the Hergest whistleblower that the dog had been poisoned. The Hergest whistleblower couldn’t understand it, he was an organic gardener and lived in an isolated cottage in a valley, there was nothing to poison a dog.

Except probably for a vicious bastard of a member of a paedophile gang who knew that the Hergest whistleblower was looking after my dogs, who knew that my Golden Lab was notorious for his appetite and who could throw the poisoned meat into the garden of the isolated cottage without being visible to anyone.

My dog didn’t die. He was paralysed for a few days but he didn’t die. My dog’s brush with death happened at the time that the paedophiles’ friends had yet another go at imprisoning me on the basis of their perjury and when my father’s death was imminent. I was told that if father died I would have to attend his funeral handcuffed to an Angel and a police officer. The charges against me were later withdrawn. On the first day of the trial.

Paedophile gang: Had my dog died I do hope that you realise that I would never have turned on the Hergest whistleblower, which I suspect was part of the plan.

Although it was obvious to me that in north Wales, the paedophiles’ friends had discovered a whole new way of making life unbearable for the people whom they so scandalously abused and neglected ie. now that we’ve made them unemployable, told everyone that they are dangerous nutters so no-one will speak to them, let’s put the final part of our dastardly plan into action – have them declared as IRRESPONSIBLE OWNERS and then remove their pets, the last thing on earth that they have left…, there seemed to be a problem across the whole of the UK with regard to the RSPCA mounting prosecutions against vulnerable people. It became so evident that people began raising concerns and leaving the RSPCA.

The enthusiasm for prosecuting vulnerable people often on the basis of very flimsy evidence culminated in a TV expose in which the finger was pointed at Gavin Grant, the CEO of the RSPCA, 2012-14. It was said that Gavin Grant was an ‘animal rights extremist’, that he wanted a whole new agenda for the RSPCA and a few people maintained that he was a vindictive git. When it was put to Gavin Grant on camera that some prosecutions had been ludicrous, such as one against an elderly lady for failing to take care of her budgie properly, Gavin snapped at the interviewer that ‘this poor old lady is a convicted animal abuser’. Well she was after Gavin’s inspector called at her house.

I don’t know what was driving Gavin Grant, but I very much doubt that he was an ‘animal rights extremist’. Because Gavin’s previous job had been as Chairman of PR firm Burson-Marsteller and many moons ago Gavin had been a fellow traveller of Dr Death! The Dr Death who was the research registrar for the lethal Top Doc at Tommy’s, William Sargant, who experimented upon and killed some of his patients (see post ‘Dr Death’). Gavin will know that Top Docs of Death’s generation also experimented en masse on animals. Dr Death was a psychiatrist and neurologist Gavin, they don’t just do rats, they do primates. Down at the Institute of Psychiatry – where Dafydd et al ‘trained’ – there have been generations of primates in cages with various horrible things done to their brains.

Primate Psychology Brain Animal Experimentation Picture

Ah, your life in their hands! The doctors and Angels they were wonderful!

Grant was brought up on a south London council estate but had moved from the estate by the time he was attending secondary school. His mother was a needleshop-worker and his father was a cellophane salesman. Grant was educated at Roan Grammar School for Boys, 1966–1973 and the University of Reading, 1973–77.

Gavin was a member of the Young Liberals and became the University of Reading’s youngest SU President.

After graduating, Gavin joined an anti-racism campaign group and reported for the Thatcher Gov’t on community relations. From 1987-88 he was Campaigns Director at the Council for the Protection of Rural England.  He worked as Director of Communications for the RSPCA from 1988-91. Which was when the RSPCA began to declare war on those who had spilt the paedophiles’ pints. In 1991, Gavin joined the Association of Unit Trusts and Investment Funds as Public Affairs Director. Gavin worked as Corporate Communications Manager at The Body Shop International, 1993-99, where he campaigned against the use of animal testing for cosmetics.

Gavin: you knew that despite the marketing, ingredients used in The Body Shop products HAD been tested on animals. It wasn’t The Body Shop’s fault, at the time it was illegal to use ingredients that had not been tested on animals. What The Body Shop did do was to only use ingredients that had already been tested, they did not use new ingredients because they did not want to be responsible for yet more animal testing. Which is sound rationale, but that is not what you told people was it? You let millions of girls and young women believe that they were buying products which had not been tested on animals when those products had been tested on animals.

But then  Gavin told the world that vulnerable people being targeted by paedophile gangs were Animal Abusers.

When Gavin was Chairman of Burson-Marsteller, 2006-11, his corporate clients included Unilever and he helped establish its corporate social responsibility unit. That’s the Unilever which funded the massive expansion of the School of Psychology at Bangor University in the early 1990s, after Prof Fergus Lowe twisted the arms of so many who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang, including Philip Lever, aka Lord Leverhulme (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

I know an Animal Abuser Gavin. I know quite a few, but I know one Animal Abuser who, like the brothers who were the proud owners of the enormous labrador on Anglesey, was actually a very nice person but who just didn’t know a few essentials. She was a lady who lived in Gwynedd and purchased a cat as a pet. It wasn’t just a moggy, it was quite an expensive cat and she loved it to bits. However because her house was located right next to a busy main road, she wouldn’t let the cat out lest he was run over. The poor bloody cat was going bonkers, he yowled and scratched and tried to escape all the time, he was desperate and furthermore he was bored out of its head in this expensive house with white carpets and no small creatures to catch. After about three months the poor sod gave up and just sat there with a glazed look in his eyes. The owner said ‘oh he’s given up now, he knows there’s no escape’. He certainly had and did, its called learned helplessness, Fergus Lowe could tell you all about it being a behavioural psychologist.

Who was the Animal Abuser in question? She was a mental health social worker, the former leader of the Dwyfor Community Mental Health Team. Her husband was the Head of a primary school on Anglesey. They were a very nice couple and she was one social worker who was not abusing clients. But she knew that many of the others were and she colluded with them. She also knew that the Hergest Unit was dangerous, she told me that she never referred patients there because of that. She admitted that she knew that the Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusing patients and she knew that NHS staff had perjured themselves repeatedly in an attempt to have me imprisoned. We discussed it all. She is no longer living in Gwynedd. She is, I understand, in Australia. She and her husband, two Welsh speakers born and brought up in Gwynedd and who lived there all their lives decided that they were off to begin a new life in Australia, when it became clear that Operation Pallial would be re-opening the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Rhian Angel and her husband joined the exodus from north Wales to the other side of the world, along with a few others who knew the identities of the guilty parties…

Gavin Grant stood unsuccessfully in the 1987 General Election as the Liberal Alliance candidate. He has been a lifelong member of the Liberal Party and its successor the Lib Dems and was its Chair of the Western Counties regional party in 2011.

Any West Country Lib Dems remember a man called Jeremy Thorpe?

Gavin Grant has advised successive Liberal Democrat leaders including Deputy PM Nick Clegg and in 2007 he was involved in Clegg’s campaign to become party leader. Grant was elected to Wiltshire Council in 2017. He lives in Wiltshire and rents a flat in Horsham, West Sussex.

Peter Morrison’s family seat is in Wiltshire. The family own vast estates in Wiltshire and have lived there for decades. Morrison’s brother Charles was the Tory MP for Devizes in Wiltshire, 1964-92. Morrison’s dad John Morrison aka Lord Margadale was MP for Salisbury, 1942-65. The Morrison family pretty much ran Wiltshire for years. They sat on the County Council, they held posts as Deputy Lieutenant and Lord Lieutenant of the county and they were hugely influential in the Tory Party. Peter Morrison was kept out of trouble for decades as a result of his family and their connections. Gavin Grant would never have dared to take them on, but he may well have lent a hand to a few of those who assisted them or were keeping schtum about Peter’s activities.

One thing that I do not believe about Gavin is that he is an ‘animal rights extremist’. To find out where Gavin’s heart truly lies, let’s take a brief look at the work of the company that he Chaired before becoming CEO of the RSPCA.

Burson-Marsteller is a global PR and communications firm headquartered in New York. Burson-Marsteller consists of 77 offices and 85 affiliate offices, together operating in 110 countries across six continents. The company was founded by Harold Burson and William Marsteller in 1953 and, by the early 1980s, had become one of the largest PR companies in the world. In 1979 it became a subsidiary of Young & Rubicam, which in turn is now owned by WPP Group PLC. In 2018, it merged with Cohn & Wolfe and was renamed Burson Cohn & Wolfe. The current CEO of Burson-Marsteller is Don Baer, former Communications Director for the Clinton administration, who joined the company in 2007.

The firm is primarily known for its crisis management services and political lobbying. It has won numerous awards from the PR industry over the years for its work in high-profile crisis management, including a 2002 extortion attempt against GlaxoSmithKline and a response described as the ‘gold standard’ for its crisis management of the 1982 Chicago Tylenol poisonings. Other high-profile crisis cases include the manufacturers of the Three Mile Island Nuclear Generating Station and Egypt following terrorist attacks on tourists in 1993. At times the company has also been the subject of protests and criticism for its use of smearing and doubt campaigns (to undermine concerns about passive smoking for Philip Morris in the 1990s and anti-Google smear campaigning for Facebook in 2011) and its work for regimes facing severe human rights criticisms (Argentina and Indonesia).

GSK and Philip Morris have been involved in animal research, some of it cruel. Ken Clarke has had business interests in the tobacco industry for years and he is a personal friend of a number of senior executives in that industry. He has close links with Philip Morris.

Gavin Grant would be the ideal man to employ to conduct aggressive smear campaigns against anyone who was witness to Dafydd’s wrongdoing, but an ‘animal rights extremist’? I don’t think so. Anyway, he’s been far too busy.

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Now for a trip down memory lane to the early years of Tom King’s incumbency as the Tory MP for Bridgwater. King was elected in 1970, so during King’s first few years as an MP, Ted Heath was PM. It was under Thatcher that King’s career really took off, but then some of those who were not closely associated with the Thatcher project who had knowledge of events under Heath, particularly events that had been concealed, did find that their careers flourished under Thatcher. Thatcher herself paid a visit to Bridgwater, when she was Education Secretary in approx 1973. Thatch was the guest of honour at the Bridgwater Conservative Ladies Luncheon Club. She wowed them and I heard all about it…

Thatch might have waxed lyrical about the morality that was instilled into her by her Methodist upbringing above the grocers shop in Grantham, but her friendships with Jimmy Savile, Peter Morrison and George Thomas suggest that Thatch was in possession of some very mobile goalposts. I read an article recently in which a Tory argued that although it is now accepted that those three were abusing children on a substantial scale, he really did not believe that Thatcher knew about this. She definitely knew about Peter Morrison, she was told on a number of occasions, including by Barry Strevens a police bodyguard, that Morrison was holding sex parties with young boys. Thatch was also warned repeatedly that Jimmy Savile’s ‘private life’ made him unsuitable for the knighthood that Thatch was lobbying for him to have and that if ever he was given a knighthood, things could become very embarrassing if his ‘private life’ became public. Thatch’s response was to lobby even harder on Uncle Jim’s behalf.

Thatch might not have known about this, but some Tories in Somerset were having a high old time back in the early 1970s. There is a weird house in the Polden Hills near Cossington called Moon Cottage. Adults in Somerset always said the same thing when anyone drove past Moon Cottage – ‘that’s the house that Mandy Rice-Davies bought after the Profumo Affair’. I was told that Mandy Rice-Davies never actually lived at Moon Cottage but everyone knew that she had bought it. So what Mandy did there I do not know. I knew the man who later bought Moon Cottage and he definitely did live there. He was called Dan Lewis, he was married to a lady called Sarah and they must have acquired Moon Cottage in the late 1960s. They were involved with the Bridgwater Conservatives and were small business people in Bridgwater. Dan was the eldest son of another Dan Lewis, known as ‘old Dan Lewis’, who was a self-made man. Old Dan Lewis was a railwayman who had made a great deal of money by questionable means. Old Dan Lewis was spoken about by some in tones of disgust, because of his fondness for prostitutes, gambling and other associated pursuits. Young Dan had a brother, Richard, who was married to Rosemary. Richard and Rosemary were in the Bridgwater Conservatives as well.

Young Dan seemed to have quite a lot of misfortunes. No-one had a good word to say for him. Not because he ever did anything criminal and he didn’t have the reputation that his father did, but people were just generally rude about him, making allegations that he was incompetent and neurotic etc. I was far too young to ever draw any conclusions about Dan Lewis, but as an adult I wonder if he might have simply been adversely affected by having a father like Old Dan.

After young Dan moved into Moon Cottage he was repeatedly burgled. He actually lost a great deal of money and valuables as a result of those burglaries. I got so used to hearing about Dan Lewis being burgled that it didn’t strike me as at all odd. Dan Lewis got burgled, it was a fact of life. Dan Lewis was getting burgled at a time when getting burgled was rather more unusual than it is now. Particularly in Somerset. Moon Cottage was a bit spooky looking and there were trees next to it, but Moon Cottage was on the main road across the Poldens, between Bridgwater and Glastonbury, it shouldn’t have been that vulnerable to burglars. The burglars would have been visible to passing vehicles and surely the police should have taken a bit more interest in Dan being targeted in this manner. Dan’s marriage also didn’t last as long as people expected marriages to in the 1970s, Sarah left him but I have no idea of the circumstances. Dan died years ago when he was not that old. I think that he may have killed himself or died in unfortunate circumstances, I remember it being a rather sad untimely end to a difficult life.

At the same time as Dan was being burgled, there were rumours of excess among the Tories living in the Polden Hills. Excess in terms of orgies and swinging sessions. There were a few people in Somerset who had taken the Tories at face value, joined them and had been so shocked at what was going on that they quietly retreated from the scene but didn’t dare publicise what was happening. I don’t mind if Tories hold swingers parties if everyone is consenting adults, but in the light of what is now being revealed about the sexual tastes of some Tories of that generation, I am wondering if the swinging parties might have catered to even more specialised tastes.

The reason why I wondered what was going on was that it was alleged that someone was killed at one of the parties in the Poldens. Not a Satanic abuse inspired ritual killing of a child, but a good old fashioned murder of someone whom it was decided had to be disposed of. The allegations were that the victim was plied with drink until completely drunk and incapable, shoved in the swimming pool and left to drown. I have no idea why, people were so frightened after it got round that this had happened that there were scant details given.

These were members of your constituency party Lord King, do you know anything about it? I only ask because of what you and your associates did to me many years later.

In 1988 when businessmen in Ken Clarke’s part of the world became interested in my father’s employment prospects, Tom King was the Secretary of State for N Ireland. It was in 1988 when a group of young Irish people were jailed for a substantial term for plotting to kill Tom King. I followed the case at the time, there was barely any evidence that they had plotted to kill Tom King and the evidence against them reminded me very much of the sort of evidence that Dafydd produced against me. One of the young men jailed had a mother who was a well-known psychiatrist in either Eire or N Ireland. I can find no references to this case on any internet archive. What’s going on King? That case attracted massive publicity as a potential miscarriage of justice, why have all references to it disappeared?

As N Ireland Secretary, King will have been involved in concealing events at Kincora Boys’ Home.

Someone else who might well have known about events in the Polden Hills was Margaret Rees, the high profile Somerset County Councillor who lived next door to Bridgwater Arts Centre and was so outraged at the thought of young people attending music gigs at the Arts Centre that she gate-crashed one such event, in her Marks & Sparks dressing gown, accompanied by the police and shut the event down. Margaret Rees then used her position as a Councillor to stop all such events at the Arts Centre. These events were just young people attending rock gigs, it’s not as if they were drowning people in swimming pools.

Margaret Rees was married to a Top Doctor. Who was an alcoholic. Not a functioning one either, Dr Rees was completely bladdered on a routine basis and it was a real laugh because Margaret Rees could often be seen holding the old boy up to prevent him keeling over.

One of the contingent who was busy in the Bridgwater Tories during the years of excess in the Polden Hills had a celeb daughter. Her daughter was a dancer in the 1960s dance troupe The Young Generation and could be spotted strutting her stuff on prime time TV.

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Years later it was revealed that ‘Blue Peter’ was a bit of a shag fest. Val admitted to having an affair with Pete and at one point she had a secret abortion. That was one story that John Nettleton never told on ‘Blue Peter’, he just confined himself to the Life Of Mozart. Val has angrily denied a lesbian affair with Joan Armatrading.

After ‘Blue Peter’, Val became a Serious Presenter, rather than one who had to pretend that she was concerned with Petra and Patch. Val presented ‘Nationwide’ in the 1970s. Perhaps Val could tell me why Frank Bough was kicked out of the BBC after he admitted enjoying the company of prostitutes and taking cocaine yet Savile, Rolf and Stuart Hall remained fully protected when doing far worse. Was Frank threatening to blow the gaffe on them?

Another member of The Young Generation was Nigel Lythgoe, he’s one of the Young Conservatives pictured above with Lesley Judd. Nigel went into TV production and became Head of Entertainment and Comedy at LWT. It was Nigel who commissioned and produced ‘Blind Date’. Which starred Cilla. ‘Blind Date’ was the show which turned around LWT’s fortunes in the 1990s and made the company so profitable. Cilla was a good friend of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School. I worked for Chamberlain when dear old Cilla was the Famous Friend of St George’s. Chamberlain had, when he was younger, experimented upon and then killed a foetus of seven months gestation. At St George’s he was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the gang in north Wales/Cheshire as well as a linked trafficking gang in south London (see post ‘Now Then…’).

Chamberlain lived in a huge house right next to the All England Tennis Club at Wimbledon. The All England Club of which the Duke of Kent was President. Chamberlain won’t have missed an opportunity to rub noses with him.

Nigel Lythgoe subsequently worked on ‘Popstars’, ‘Pop Idol’ and ‘American Idol’. When Nigel was a judge on ‘Popstars’, he became known as Nasty Nigel on account of his harsh comments regarding the hopefuls who appeared before him.

Nigel spent his youth and early career in Liverpool, when Dafydd’s gang were running the city and supplying underaged sex workers to VIPs and celebs…

Nigel’s wealth is estimated at $110 million.

 

Jennifer’s Diary will be bringing the readers of this blog more stories from an insider soon. You’ll read it here first, not in Tatler.

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The Crucible

I have discussed in previous posts how people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me at the hands of the trafficking gang in north Wales were approached to smear Brown and I. I was told a few weeks ago that ‘evidence’ gathered as a result of these approaches was accumulated by Dafydd et al for the purposes of being used for a ‘forensic psychiatric assessment’ to demonstrate how mad and dangerous I was and to justify my transfer to a secure psychiatric hospital. People not au fait with the mental health system may believe that this cannot happen without the patient facing a trial in Court. Sadly this is untrue. Patients can be transferred to high security hospitals, for life, from low security units on the basis of ‘evidence’ of which the patient is unaware and that has not even been demonstrated to be factual. I have documentation that demonstrates that this is what Dafydd et al were planning for me and that they spent a great deal of time and effort preparing the ground.

I detailed in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ how in the autumn of 1994 Dafydd made an allegation on the basis of absolutely no evidence at all that I had thrown a rock through the glass door of his house at approx 3 am in the morning. I did not even know that I had been accused of this by the time that Dafydd had told the police that I had done it. Neither was Dafydd in his house when he claimed that the rock had been thrown. The people who were alleged to have been in the house were ‘asleep’ and found the rock the next morning. This allegation then turned up again, accompanied by no evidence at all, in an affidavit which Dafydd swore in at the High Court in Liverpool and was the basis on which he obtained an injunction against me on 3 Nov 1994. See posts ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’.

Since I blogged about the allegation that I threw a rock through Dafydd’s door, I have been told that no rock was thrown by anyone, that the rock was planted and that Dafydd et al knowingly told a pack of lies to the police and to the High Court.

I was well used to Dafydd, Tony Francis and others making the most extraordinary claims about me for which there was not a shred of evidence. I had, according to them, tried to stab people, tried to throttle people and had violently assaulted a whole range of other people. In 1991 Dafydd told Professor Robin Jacobson of St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital that I had broken into his office and behaved in such a manner that Dafydd believed that he would be killed there and then. Goodness knows when this was supposed to have happened, I certainly have no recollection of any such incident, but Jacobson faithfully recorded this as fact and sent the details in a letter to Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School. Yet in the same letter Jacobson made it clear that he knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that Jacobson suspected that Tony Francis was as well. See post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’.

Some two years ago I found that it had been recorded upon my medical notes that I had ‘sexually assaulted a psychiatrist’. Gobsmacked, I approached the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board about this. They admitted that there was no evidence that this had happened and told me that it would be removed from my records. There was no investigation into who had made this claim or how it had ever found its way onto my records and I wouldn’t be surprised if this allegation is still on my records. It was documented upon my medical records some years ago that I ‘had held a nurse hostage’ and that I ‘had been in prison for attacking someone with a knife’. No-one could tell me when and where I’d held this Angel hostage or when I went to prison, where I served my sentence or which judge sentenced me and in which court and how long my sentence was. No-one would agree to rectify my records.

I was told some months ago by an NHS whistleblower that they had witnessed psychiatric nurses gossiping and speculating about patients over cups of tea and fags and on the basis of no evidence at all had drawn the most extraordinary conclusions among a flurry of comments such ‘ooh I bet that’s what happened’, ‘he could have, couldn’t he’ and that this Angelic gossip had then been documented as fact upon patients’ records.

This is pretty much standard practice and as long ago as the mid-1980s when I first began to take an interest in such matters, I was reading case histories in journals involving patients who had been banged up in Broadmoor and other such places for decades on the basis of no more than this sort of speculation and accompanying scare stories. The first such case history that I came across involved a woman who was detained in Broadmoor for years on the grounds that a ‘packet of weedkiller’ had been found in her cabinet and that there were ‘grave suspicions’ that this lady had ‘plans to poison a nurse’. No evidence at all was presented to indicate that any such idea had crossed the patient’s mind, but that was the basis on which she was banged up for decades. I seem to remember that Dafydd’s friend Professor Robert Bluglass was involved in this case. Who knows, that weedkiller may have been planted by the Angel who was in imminent danger of being poisoned, just as that brick that I threw through Dafydd Alun Jones’s door found its way into Jones’s house.

 

I wasn’t intending to blog about the silly tales that were gathered by the paedophiles’ friends from people who knew me in Somerset as a teenager, because it is laughable and ridiculous and to be honest I’m really fed up of hearing about these ludicrous stories that were sent around about me and Brown and I want to get on with blogging about the political Mr Bigs behind the abuses on the part of the welfare services and the associated cover-ups. However, it has been pointed out to me that most people don’t read ethics journals and very few people have any idea that someone can find themselves in a high security hospital labelled ‘dangerous’ simply on the basis of allegations which have not been proved in any court and of which they may well have not even been told were made. I have also been reminded that many of the witnesses to organised child abuse were discredited by such means and I have been asked to highlight what happened in my own case.

I’m not sure of the details of all the crazy allegations that were made about Brown and I, but I have been told that some of the ‘evidence’ gathered by the paedophiles’ friends related to a saga that involved me just before I sat my A levels at Bridgwater College in June 1981.

Bridgwater College was opened in 1979 as a flagship ‘tertiary college’, one of the first in the UK. There was a technical college in Bridgwater for years and then, after the schools in Bridgwater became comprehensives without sixth forms, ‘the tech’ began offering A levels and many of the former grammar school teachers, refusing to work in comprehensive schools, decamped to ‘the tech’ to teach the sixth formers. There was much hostility between the teachers who taught plumbing, mechanics etc and those who taught A levels. The snobbery was rampant, with some of the A level teachers pretending that they were Oxbridge dons who had to tolerate manual workers in their vicinity. This division was still very obvious when Bridgwater College officially became a tertiary college in 1979. I was among the first intake of students to Bridgwater Tertiary College and we all noticed that the two cohorts of lecturers generally hated each other.

By 1979, the Bridgwater schools were in a very sorry state, although I am told that they are now much improved. The best of them was Haygrove School, but that wasn’t up to much either. Many middle class parents in the Bridgwater area sent their kids to schools in Taunton or other locations in their desperation to avoid the Bridgwater schools. I went to Chilton Trinity School and although I knew a variety of kids there well, I can’t remember anyone who actually enjoyed their time at that school. Some kids had a truly horrific time – there was a major bullying problem at Chilton – and a few kids were removed from the school by their parents for the sake of their children’s well-being and mental health. Any representation about the bullying was met by a response from Chilton that it was the child that was the problem, not the school and a small number of teachers joined in with the victimisation of certain kids.

In addition there was dreadful strife at Chilton because the staff universally loathed the Headmaster, a man called W.C. Francis, known to some of us as ‘Willie Franco’, after the Spanish dictator who was still much in the news in those days. There were demands from a whole variety of locals for Franco to resign and representations were made to Somerset Education Authority by a great many people, but Franco refused to go. Franco was Welsh and was alleged to be running a rather odd sort of mafia, involving the promotion of his fellow Welshmen working at the school. I did notice this. There were some staggeringly mediocre teachers who would suddenly be given promotion and yes, most of them were Welsh. However I suspect that what really endeared them to Franco was that they were incompetent. It was noticeable that the best teachers got nowhere and were openly treated with disrespect by some of their colleagues.

The bad feeling towards Franco was so great that most of the teachers at Chilton resigned from one of the unions – I think the NUT – because they refused to belong to the same union as Franco. He certainly was pretty awful. Chilton had a lot of kids from difficult backgrounds and a good many who were undoubtedly being abused in various ways. Although Franco professed to be a socialist – I think that he might have been a Labour Councillor as well, although he lived in the Highbridge area, not Bridgwater – he identified the kids with no home support and belittled and bullied them in public.

Willie Franco did not like me and neither did his acolytes. I never had enough money for new clothes and one day he carried out a vindictive attack on me in public, telling me that I looked appalling and I had to be one of the scruffiest people in the school. I responded that he was in no position to level such allegations at someone else, he was no snappy dresser himself. (One observation made by parents constantly was that Franco looked dreadful. He was enormously overweight, wore cheap and not in the least bit clean clothes which did not fit him and insisted on wearing an academic gown which had a massive rip in it.) Franco hit the roof and I was suspended from school and told that I could not return until I had written him an apology. I wrote the apology but ensured that I included a few lines about the hypocrisy of a man who believed that he was a socialist, ran a predominantly working class school but was suspending pupils who could not afford the uniform. I also mentioned that bullying, stealing and vandalism were rife at the school yet went unacknowledged.

Franco really went ballistic then. I was told by another teacher that I ‘had told the truth and truth hurts’ and that I should have known that. Er, in the same way that a middle aged man on a good income should have known that school girls do not control the household income and if they are not given the funds for new clothes, they won’t have new clothes.

I was then ordered to be taken to Franco’s office, in the company of a teacher to apologise IN PERSON. Franco refused to speak to me and walked out of the building when he saw me arriving. No-one could deny at that point that the chaos was the result of Franco rather than me, so I was then told that I could return to lessons.

Days later, Franco surpassed himself with regard to another pupil, one of my friends. He grabbed hold of her – she had been cheeky to him, because guess what, he had insulted her – and pushed her out of the door saying ‘you come from a disgusting family and I don’t want you in my school’. She was too frightened to go home to her parents and tell them what had happened and instead ended up in a house of sexually exploitative older men after running away and then tried to kill herself. It should have been enough for Franco to have been sacked but no, it was like a vicar or a Top Doctor caught red-handed, Franco was going nowhere.

I and my other pal had witnessed what Franco had done to our friend and we knew that the shit really had hit the fan behind the scenes after she tried to kill herself. By then, it was the summer of 1979, we had finished O levels and were waiting to begin our A levels at Bridgwater College.

When we arrived at Bridgwater College, we found that some of the lecturers were very prejudiced towards kids whom they perceived to be ‘Somerset’ (ie. working class) and that there were not many pupils from Chilton doing A levels. Most of the A level students were from Haygrove, the exam results from Chilton, Sydenham and Blake schools being so bad that their pupils were usually refused places to do A levels. I of course had also arrived at Bridgwater College with what Brown described ironically as ‘a silver tongued reference from W.C. Francis’.

Some of the teachers at Bridgwater College did fight the sack of prejudices that W.C. Francis had sent along with students like me, but others didn’t. The biggest nightmare was the A level biology teacher, Pam Sellars, who just hated us and made it clear that she didn’t want students from Chilton or indeed students with Somerset accents in her class. Sellars was such a notorious problem that some of the other lecturers actually did stand up for us as she repeatedly attacked me and certain other students. The Head of the Science Dept was a man called C.A. Street, who was left to deal with the problems caused by Sellars who, like Franco, was fully protected by Somerset Education Authority. She was as obnoxious to C.A. as she was to us, so I cannot imagine that he had an easy job. My perception was always that C.A. was very good to me. He was well aware that I was being singled out by Sellars and he did defend me.

I have been told that Dafydd et al got hold of information either from C.A. or involving C.A. and were planning to use it as ‘evidence’ to demonstrate my insanity and dangerousness. I don’t want to accuse C.A., because I don’t know if the ‘evidence’ actually came from him, or from someone else. The information that Dafydd et al seemed to have been given involved a massive row that I got into with the authorities at Bridgwater College just before I sat my A levels.

Just weeks before A levels, I was in the library at Bridgwater College with my friends and other students who were chatting and making a racket. For once, I wasn’t. I was actually revising. Unfortunately, a librarian called Molly was on duty, who was a good mate of Pam Sellars’s. Molly marched in and ordered me to leave, on the grounds that I was causing a rumpus and ‘she’d heard much about me’. I was outraged and refused to leave. The other students told Molly that I had not even been talking. Molly strutted off. Within 30 minutes, the Deputy Principal arrived in the library. He was a new appointment to the ‘flagship college’, a man called Graham Bishop. He simply walked up to me and told me to get out of the library. I asked him why and he repeated his order to get out without any explanation. I refused. He went purple, turned around and left. Within twenty minutes, a smug looking Molly arrived clutching a note, which she gave to me. It told me to go to the Principal’s office that afternoon at 4 pm.

The Principal of Bridgwater College was a man called J.C. Miles. The citizens of Bridgwater saw him as being a cut above most of them, because he wrote poetry. I don’t know much about J.C. Miles, other than that he was a philosophy graduate and must have had at least some standing in the world of FE.

When the message arrived for me to go to see JC Miles, the student who had actually been making the noise that Molly complained about went to Graham Bishop’s office and confessed. She told him exactly what she had been doing and confirmed that I had been revising and had not been involved. Bishop told her that he could see that ‘she was a sensible girl’, but ‘Sally has a background that you might not know about’. My friend did know about the ‘background’ – the background was Chilton school, W.C. Francis, my friend trying to commit suicide and prior to that my father getting so fed up with the shite academic standards at Chilton and their endless bellyaching over idiocies such as me not wearing the uniform that he had a row with them and told them that if this didn’t stop I would not be attending school, I’d study at home. Chilton told him that they would prosecute him, so he reminded them of a few laws that they were breaking. My parents were not prosecuted and I studied for my O levels at home for the final few weeks of ‘school’.

Bishop did not tell JC Miles that ‘the sensible girl’ had been to see him and had fessed up. So I arrived at JC Miles’s office later that afternoon and received a bollocking for ‘riding roughshod over Mr Bishop’, ‘abusing the library facilities’ and was told that I was now suspended from College. I started crying, because by then I was totally fed up with the constant aggro and baseless accusations from Pam Sellars and her mates and I yelled ‘but I haven’t done anything, it was Clare and she has told Mr Bishop that it was her’. JC Miles looked mortified and said ‘I wasn’t told that’. So I told him to speak to Clare and Bishop for confirmation. By now, I had missed the last bus back to my house, so JC Miles ended up giving me a lift home. He changed his approach completely, he was friendly, chatty, talked about university and poetry and we discussed Descartes. When he dropped me off, he told me to go and see him again the following week, because he would ‘take a personal interest’ in my progress.

When I next went into College, it was all over that I had been spotted by the caretaker – a friend of Pam Sellars’s – being escorted off the premises and herded into JC Miles’s car. So it was even a bigger shock when everyone found out that I hadn’t been put in prison, I had been given a lift home and had enjoyed a conversation about philosophy.

Graham Bishop never came near me again, although I did not receive an apology. I sat my A levels a few weeks later and ended up doing quite well in them. Indeed the biggest laugh of all was that I was one of the highest performers, my name appeared in the ‘Bridgwater Mercury’ and when JC Miles went to give a speech at Chilton school in September, he mentioned their former star pupil, me. I was, I understand, described by JC Miles as ‘a very nice girl’.

Now then Dafydd, WHERE did this account of my insanity at Bridgwater College come from? I had no more contact with the Bridgwater College lecturers after I was declared – ON STAGE IN FRONT OF AN AUDIENCE! – to be a ‘very nice girl’.

JC Miles is now dead, so we can’t ask him. Graham Bishop, while I was still at university I think, became the Principal of some sort of educational establishment outside of Somerset, but I can’t remember where. C.A. will have retired years ago and the last that I heard, he had moved away from Somerset.

 

Here’s a bit more context regarding why I have been asked to publicise this utter silliness.

There was at least one teacher at Chilton who was known to be abusing children. His misconduct was ignored. His wife had formerly been married to a leading light in the Tory Party in Somerset and when she was younger her difficulties were such that she had a child who was removed from her care. Her husband, would you believe, made a bet with another teacher when I was still at that school, that I would ‘end up as a prostitute, in prison or in a mental hospital’.

Can readers guess who those worms were in contact with? They knew where I had gone to university, because one of them, unbelievably, had posed as a friend to me, my father and my uncle and had kept in contact with us after I moved to north Wales. He split up from his wife after I left Somerset and remarried a truly vile PE teacher from Chilton. I was told that they were caught having sex together in the gym on one occasion. I received an e mail from this man’s daughter the other day, demanding to know why I had described her father as a ‘nasty wolf in sheep’s clothing’ on this blog. She has been given the full details behind my rationale, which I will not be publishing on this blog.

Now. Anyone want to make any more statements about me being dangerous? Or are you all going to shut up at last?

 

I have been told that there was an abuse ring operating in Somerset when I lived there. It wasn’t anything like as bad as the ring in north Wales, but I am told that there definitely was one, that it was linked with the gang in north Wales and rings in other parts of the country and the whole bloody lot of them got together when I refused to shut up about Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd because they feared that Brown and I would blow the whole thing open.

I mentioned on a previous post that when I was twelve, I used to visit a farm worker who lived down the lane and help him with his goats. I have been told that he was a paedophile. He never touched me or attempted to, but he did say some things that he probably should not have said to a 12 yr old. As an adult I take the view that he was probably a rather sad man and I’m not going to exaggerate any of his actions. He was however dealing in drugs and I’ve been told that some of those who visited his house were undercover officers and that I was filmed in his house. Because policing priorities were drugs, this man’s interest in me was ignored. He left Somerset when I was 14 and went to live in Wales. I have no idea where. I have been told that he had a connection to the paedophile rings in Wales and when I fell into the hands of Dafydd et al, my link to this man was known and noted.

I couldn’t imagine why this man, Stuart, would have been one of Dafydd’s gang. Stuart was a farm worker, there’d be no rich pickings for Dafydd with Stuart. However Brown has told me that gangs employ ‘spotters’ and Stuart might have been one of them. Furthermore, although Stuart never tried to molest me, the drug squad in Somerset was utterly corrupt and Brown suggested that Stuart may have been working for corrupt officers, or began working for them to save his own skin and that might be why he gave my name to the gang in Wales.

One thing that has occurred to me now that I’ve been told that info relating my time at Bridgwater College was gathered by Dafydd et al, was the horror of JC Miles and other Bridgwater big wigs at events in 1981 at the ‘Bridgwater College discos’ in the Town Hall. The discos did originate with Bridgwater College, but they also proved popular among other people, including a group of exploitative young men who began attending the discos to pick up younger girls. These young men used to hang out in a pub called the Mansion House in Bridgwater. They were in their mid-20s to early-30s and had been kicked out of polys and universities so returned to Bridgwater to impress the teenagers with their knowledge of the world. They weren’t what I would consider to be sex offenders, they were just a bit daft and pretentious, but on their heels came some really dodgy characters. Things began getting more and more out of hand at the discos, until at one, there was literally a gang bang in the bogs, held by a 15 yr old girl who was what would now be described as a victim of grooming. The gang bang turned into a violent punch-up when it was discovered that one of the men in the queue was the teenager’s ‘boyfriend’. The ensuing scene was quite something for Bridgwater, the police arrived and could hardly believe what had been going on and local people were horrified at what ‘Bridgwater College students’ had been doing. There were hardly any Bridgwater College students at the disco in question, the students had stopped attending because the events had been hijacked by roughnecks.

Poor old JC Miles couldn’t cope at all with the thought that the name of Bridgwater College had been associated with such an event and the discos were stopped. So then ‘Town Hall discos’ were held, which really were something…

 

Knowing Dafydd, I expect that he drafted a statement in which it was stated that I had organised the gang bang. Well I’m sorry to disappoint you Dafydd, but I wasn’t even there. One of my friends was, which was how I heard about it. I have been to about eight discos in my entire life. One was at Fiddington Village Hall, one was at Holford Youth Club, one was at Cannington Village Hall, one was the birthday party of a friend at Bridgwater College and the others were parties at Bangor University. So it is plain just what a life of disco-heavy excess that I have led.

 

The ‘sensible girl’ with whom I was friends at Bridgwater College went to study medicine at the Welsh National School of Medicine in Cardiff and is now a consultant surgeon. I lost touch with her after Dafydd et al came after me. There are suspicions that they nobbled her, but I have not been given evidence. She did know about, even as a medical student, serious wrongdoing at the University Hospital, Cardiff, as did the man who later became her brother-in-law, who was also a medical student at the Welsh National School of Medicine. Brown’s best friend from Haygrove/Bridgwater College became a Top Doctor as well, he went to Westminster Hospital Medical School and now works as a Top Doctor in Somerset. I really do hope that those two friends of ours did not become corrupted, they definitely were not when they entered medical school.

Another student from Bridgwater College who knew me but only vaguely – he was in the year below me – went to do medicine at Southampton and is now a consultant obstetrician/gynaecologist, Bruce Ramsay. He was friends with one of the Top Doctors who was working at St George’s when I worked there, that particular Top Doctor becoming notorious after he told one of my colleagues that ‘I don’t have sex with medical students because it isn’t a woman’s place to be a doctor, I just have sex with nurses’.

‘Ah, your life in their hands, the doctors and nurses they were wonderful.’

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I have been told that there are concerns that Bruce Ramsay may have been involved in smearing me, but I have been given no firm evidence that he did. Bruce Ramsay will certainly remember Pam Sellars, him pointing out her numerous mistakes in front of the rest of the class provided endless entertainment for her victims.

I have mentioned previously on this blog that a number of girls whom I knew at school and Bridgwater College went into nursing. I have been told that some of them knew what happened to me in north Wales and that possibly, one of them, Ruth Moore, used the information for her own benefit. Ruth’s family lived in the same village as Brown’s parents and knew Brown’s mum well. I wrote to Ruth for a few years after we left Somerset. The last letter that I wrote to Ruth was written just after I’d been forced out of my job at St George’s, when Dafydd et al were in full cry. Ruth had just got married and was living near Nottingham. Where of course I had encountered massive research fraud and wrongdoing just three years previously (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Ruth was working as a nurse tutor by then, which was a bit weird because when we wrote to each other before I went to work for the Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories at  Nottingham University, Ruth told me that she’d had enough of nursing, that there was much wrong with the profession and that she was going to go into primary teaching. Ruth trained at one of the London hospitals which was crawling with corruption – I think it was either Hammersmith or Great Ormond Street Hospital.

Ruth is now ‘Network Manager/Lead Nurse at Staffordshire, Shropshire & Black Country Neonatal Operational Delivery Network’. That’s the Staffordshire/Shropshire/Black Country which hosted an paedophile gang with links to Dafydd and of course the Staffordshire which has the lethal, dangerous NHS. Ruth’s Linked In indicates that she’s come a long way since she received my last letter in 1991:

University of Derby, BSc Advanced Nursing Practice, 1999-01; Acting Senior Educator, Nottingham Neonatal Service, 2000-02; Mid-Trent Neonatal Network Practice Development Co-Ordinator, 2002-04.

In 2012, Ruth-less did a Masters course at Birmingham City University in the Social Care Assessment of Vulnerable Wimmin!

Would you like Brown and me to send you some of our publications on the ways in which the NHS and social care services assist and collude with the abuse of vulnerable wimmin Ruth-less?

 

Other observations re my days at Bridgwater College. At one point, one of the lecturers asked one of my friends if she’d like a babysitting job, because he had friends who wanted a babysitter. She said yes and began babysitting. After a few weeks she told me that she was really worried, because the man whom she was baby sitting for – who was married – had starting making moves towards her and had made it very clear that he expected sex as well as babysitting from her. She had decided that she was going to leave the job, but didn’t know whether she ought to tell the lecturer who had sought her out to babysit. She wasn’t under 16, but she did feel massively pressurised and she had no idea whether the Bridgwater College lecturer knew that his friend did this sort of thing. I don’t think that she did ever tell the lecturer what his friend expected in addition to the babysitting.

There was one married lecturer at Bridgwater College who had a relationship with a student, not a mature student either. JC Miles was horrified and told him to end it. The lecturer concerned didn’t like JC Miles, continued the relationship and from then on was as rude as possible in public to JC Miles. Bridgwater was a small place and the wife of the lecturer concerned was known to many staff and students and was incredibly upset about her husband’s conduct.

 

Not long after I left Bridgwater College, a new member of staff arrived who later became a big name in education. I never met her, but I heard a lot about her because Brown’s mum at one point was working as a lecturer for the summer schools at Bridgwater College and knew this person quite well. The person in question was a domestic science teacher called Maxine Room. Brown’s mum maintained that Maxine was a real problem. She was a work-place bully, she toadied to powerful people – by this time, Bridgwater College had expanded greatly, so it would be worth Maxine’s while ingratiating herself to people at the top of the organisation – and Maxine was not above lying to the senior managers for her own gain. There were also suspicions that Maxine was either having a relationship with one of her bosses or allowing him to think that she would be available for one. The thing that really pissed Brown’s mum off was that Maxine was such a princess that the whole summer school timetable had to be planned for Maxine’s convenience, Maxine refusing to work weekends or evenings. So Brown’s mum had to do those slots. Maxine also enjoyed making comments about a lady of Mrs Brown’s learning driving such an old wreck of a car.

I forgot all about Maxine Room until about ten years ago when a friend who was working at an incredibly troubled FE college in Keighley told me that the college had now been merged and was part of a super-college and the new Principal used to work at Bridgwater College. It was Maxine. I rolled around laughing and said ‘that’s the cookery teacher who was so awful to Brown’s mum’. Imagine my surprise when my friend said that Maxine was well-connected with New Labour in Westminster and was expected to end up as Lady Maxine. I got out the smelling salts at that point. The new super-college was highly dysfunctional and was mired in scandal within months but it didn’t stop Maxine. Maxine bagged another job, as the Principal of an even bigger super-college in Lewisham. It was after that when the wheels came off Maxine’s bandwagon. Maxine hit the headlines of the educational press as the first super-head of an FE college to lose her job after a truly terrible inspection report.

I googled Maxine a while ago. She was calling herself Dr Maxine Room – she shouldn’t have been, because she only had an honorary doctorate – and had of course set up her own ‘consultancy’. Upon receiving her honorary doctorate from Bristol University, Maxine gave an inspiring speech about being an inspirational Black Woman Leader who’s old mum and gran told her that education was the route to success so Little Black Maxine became a cookery teacher. Maxine’s narrative was a sort of less traumatised version of that of Constance Briscoe aka Miss Pissabed, an Inspirational Black Woman friend of Michael Mansfield’s, who was the First Inspirational Black Woman Judge in the UK who specialised in child protection and mental health and who subsequently went to prison for perverting the course of justice.

Maxine now features on the website of the Helena Kennedy Foundation, which tells us that:

Maxine is an experienced Chief Executive and strategic leader who was appointed Principal and Chief Executive of Lewisham College in September 2009. Lewisham College was awarded Learning and Skills Beacon status in 2004 and gained a Beacon Award for the strength of its links with employers in 2007.

Previously Maxine held the post of Principal and Chief Executive of Park Lane College, Leeds. Followings its merger with Keighley College in 2007, this college grew to over 38000 students.  Maxine was instrumental in instigating the merger of three colleges in Leeds to form the Leeds City College and became the Principal of Park Lane Campus, Leeds City College before moving to Lewisham. Prior to taking up the post in Leeds, Maxine was Principal of Swansea College.

Maxine has always worked in further education and is passionate about education, training and skills and equality and diversity.  She has a vast experience of the business of further education including curriculum and quality, employer engagement, community development, merger and capital build.   Maxine’s career started in teaching at Bridgwater College, Somerset and progressed to management roles there and at Filton College, Bristol before taking up the post at Swansea. As a Principal of a large inner-city college serving a diverse and multi-cultural population, Maxine represents the institution on a number of groups and Boards including the 157 Group, London Capital Colleges and is a Board member for the Northern Ballet Theatre.  Maxine is a mentor for the Black Leadership Initiative.

So it’s the usual story of Inspirational Leadership then:

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I keep forgetting one major factor whenever people tell me that what happened during my days in Somerset did matter when Dafydd et al came after me. It is that Gary Glitter lived in Somerset for a long time, he lived at Wedmore. Gary Glitter was known to be abusing children for years before the law caught up with him and it wasn’t that Gary Glitter was having sex with girls two days before their 16th birthdays either. Gary Glitter committed serious offences against girls as young as eight. I used to hear stories from Somerset about Gary Glitter having traumas and attempting suicide. I am wondering if, as in the case of George Thomas aka Lord Tonypandy, Gary Glitter’s distress was linked to enquiries about his activities with children and his fears that he was about to be caught.

Dafydd’s mate and protector Professor Robert Owen (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) had a daughter who lived/lives in Somerset, not that far from Wedmore and Ian Dunbar, the tame Prison Service Regional Director who was used to conceal the fact that Risley Remand Centre was full of kids from the north Wales children’s homes and Dafydd’s patients when the Risley riot broke out in 1989, also lived on the Somerset levels, not a million miles away from Wedmore (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

 

 

I need to mention Bath as well. Bath was always much grander than the rest of Somerset and was inhabited by celebs, city gents and the seriously rich, long before the rest of Somerset became gentrified. Bath saw action in 1983, because it was the location of the family home of Sara Keays, Cecil Parkinson’s secretary and mistress. Parkinson resigned as Trade Secretary in Oct 1983, after it became public that Sara was expecting his baby.

Sara had been in a twelve year relationship with Parkinson and was a fully paid up Tory herself when she was unceremoniously dumped by Parkinson after she refused to have an abortion, as requested by Parkinson who had previously voted to restrict abortion rights. Sara had hoped to become a Tory MP and I think that her father, Colonel Hastings Keays, was an active Tory as well.

It was later revealed that Parkinson was going to leave his wife for Sara, but it was Thatch who persuaded him not to. Thatch banged on about Cecil’s ‘poor wife’ – well there was also a ‘poor mistress’, someone was going to get hurt unless Cecil took up polygamy which would have been rather more honourable than what he did end up doing – but it was widely suspected that Thatch was desperate not to lose old Cecil from her inner circle and wanted him back in the Cabinet again asap.

Cecil was indeed rehabilitated. On 13 June 1987 he was appointed Energy Secretary, a post he retained until 24 July 1989. One of Cecil’s Ministers at Energy was Sir Peter Morrison, who was at the time abusing kids in care in north Wales and in other locations (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Cecil was then Secretary of State for Transport, 24 July 1989-28 Nov 1990. When William Hague became leader of the Tory Party in June 1997 – just over a year after Hague orchestrated the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry – he appointed Parkinson as Chairman of the Conservative Party, a post Parkinson held until June 1998. So Parkinson was Party Chairman while Ronnie Waterhouse took evidence from witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and called them liars and while Dafydd and the gang busted a gut to frame me for an offence and then have me transferred to Jimmy Savile’s place of employment! Cecil Parkinson had previously been Party Chairman, 14 Sept 1981-11 June 1983.

Cecil Parkinson was an active Freemason.

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Thatch and Sara Keays believed that Parkinson was an ‘attractive, charming man’.

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Parkinson might have been in need of a bit more Brylcreem, he hadn’t quite equalled Gwynne the lobotomist or Ronnie Waterhouse.

 

The Keays family went into a state of shock at their treatment at the hands of Parkinson and the wider Tory Party – they were subjected to an intense smear campaign by the Party and by the Tory-supporting press. Sara’s baby Flora was born quite severely disabled. Parkinson refused to ever see Flora and never communicated with her or sent her birthday cards etc.

At the time of the revelation of Parkinson’s relationship with Sara Keays in 1983, Parkinson made much of what he described as ‘the volume of letters in support’ that he received. As numerous members of the Conservative Party attacked Keays, Edwina Currie said ‘I feel very very sorry for Cecil and his family. Most of my thoughts on Sara Keays are unprintable. Perhaps the most polite thing to say is she’s a right cow’.

Well Edwina, I wouldn’t have gone public like Sara did, domestic scraps like that are best conducted in private, but as someone who spent a considerable time shagging John Major while you were both married to other people yet preaching monogamy to the rest of the world – ‘Back To Basics’ anyone? – and more importantly as someone who knew that Peter Morrison was molesting children and that because of this, the lives of a group of young people who were witness to Dafydd et al were destroyed to save a few reputations that were most definitely not worth saving, I’m not sure that you were in a position to denounce anyone as a cow.

Edwina was also at the scene of the crime when her colleague in the Dept of Health, Trumpers, appointed Jimmy Savile to a management position in Broadmoor, a position for which Edwina knew that Savile was unsuitable (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’). However Edwina is on record as saying that although Savile was a nasty piece of work, he did promise Thatcher’s Gov’t that he’d threaten and blackmail the Angels staffing Broadmoor into ceasing their massive fiddles and embezzling.

Why might those Angels at Broadmoor have been so uncontrollable? Er, how about the knowledge that they would have had that many of their ‘dangerous’ patients were nothing of the sort but were people who had been molested by social workers, Top Docs, celebrities and even politicians?

 

In 2002, Channel 4 made a documentary about Sara and Flora, in which Flora spoke about the father who refused to have anything to do with her. If I was Sara I wouldn’t have wasted my breath telling Flora about the old hypocrite, whatever use would a father like him have been. I’m not sure that Cecil was much more use to the children whom he fathered with his wife whom he did acknowledge. One of their daughters, Mary, developed serious drug problems and became involved in prostitution. She was found dead last year, at 57 yrs old.

 

The artist Graham Ovenden who was eventually jailed for a series of sexual assaults on children ( see post ‘The Village’) founded the movement The Brotherhood of Ruralists, some of whom were based in Somerset, including in the Bath area.

 

The MP for Bath, 1979-92, was Chris Patten aka Lord Patten of Barnes, who’s many conflicts of interest have previously been detailed on this blog. The good burghers of Bath must have seen through Patten eventually because in 1992, they voted in the Lib Dem Don Foster instead.

Don Foster’s biography is as incriminating as Chris Patten’s. Foster was born in Preston and attended the Lancaster Royal Grammar School before studying at that hotbed of paedophiles and their friends, Keele University, graduating in 1969. Foster received the Cert Ed in the same year and  received an MEd from Bath University in 1981.

Don Foster was a science teacher at Sevenoaks School in Kent in 1969, before his appointment as Avon Education Authority’s Science Project Director in 1975 and as a Lecturer in Education at  Bristol University in 1980, before being engaged as a management consultant with Pannell Kerr Forster, from 1989 until his election to the Commons.

Foster was a founder member of the Avon Liberal Democrats and was elected as a Councillor on Avon County Council in 1981. He was the SDP-Liberal Alliance Group Leader, 1981–86. Don also served as the county’s Education Committee Chairman and remained a Councillor until 1989.

Dr Death was personally known to some of the Top Docs in north Wales who were facilitating the abuse gang.

Foster was the Liberal Democrat Spokesman for Education under the leadership of Paddy Ashdown, 1992-99.

Paddy knew about Jeremy Thorpe, about Cyril Smith and almost certainly others. Paddy knew at least one person from Somerset who knew what happened to me in north Wales (see post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’).

In Jan 2014 Don Foster announced that he would stand down as an MP at the following General Election.

Foster’s is a member of Amnesty and the Child Poverty Action Group, both causes which attract paedophiles’ friends and he is also a supporter of WaterAid. 

Foster was nominated for a peerage in 2015, despite having previously favoured abolition of the Lords. When accused of hypocrisy, Foster stated: ‘I want to get rid of [the House of Lords] and the only way [to do that]…is having people there who will do just that.’

Well you’re all doing a fantastic job of getting the Lords a dreadful reputation Don, but there’s no sign of it actually disappearing off the face of the earth yet. Why not invite Dafydd to join you all in there, you might as well take it to extremes. 

 

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Previous posts have mentioned that Bristol was a hot-spot for paedophiles’ friends, what with Dr DGE Wood’s family of Top Doctors being based there and Wood himself being an alumnus of Bristol University, along with Lord David Hunt, who is a Bristol law graduate and who spent a few years post-graduation involved in Tory politics in the West Country.

We should not forget that other Top Doctor, Liam Fox, who has been the Tory MP for north Somerset since 1992. Liam’s more questionable activities, including those with Adam Werritty, which no-one ever quite got to the bottom of, have featured previously on this blog. I am more interested in Fox serving as PPS to Home Secretary Michael Howard, June 1993-94. It was during that time that Michael Howard ruined Mary Wynch, after Mary had won her case against Dafydd et al  (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Michael Howard must have been really impressed with Liam’s abilities, because when Howard was leader, Liam Fox was Chairman of the Tory Party, 2003-05. When the paedophiles’ friends had yet another go at imprisoning me, this time for ‘threatening to kill’. No evidence once again, just at least eight NHS staff perjuring themselves. The case collapsed on the first day of the trial. Nonetheless, the corrupt judge Huw Daniel issued a restraining order against me that was unlawful and legally invalid. He also told lies to the press and those lies were faithfully repeated in the media. Days after the case collapsed, someone forged a certificate of indictment stating that I’d pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’. The PNC was also unlawfully amended to show a fabricated criminal record against my name. There was an attempt to strike me off the teaching register, but a junior Minister cleared my name. He was subsequently named in the media as ‘having let paedophiles remain on the teaching register’. There has been no investigation into any of this.

Liam Fox is a member of the Royal College of GPs. With whom Dr DGE Wood has held senior office for decades.

Michael Howard is a barrister from west Wales, where a trafficking gang linked to Dafydd’s gang operated. Howard is married to the former model Sandra Paul. Who, in her heyday, socialised with many of the celebs and VIPs who were known to be utilising the services of vulnerable young people working in the sex industry. Sandra’s first husband was Robin Douglas-Home, the nephew of the former PM Alec Douglas-Home. Robin’s affair with Princess Margaret took place at the time of his split from Sandra. Robin committed suicide three years after his fling with Princess Margaret (see post ‘An Appalling Vista’). Margaret’s husband Lord Snowdon was the bisexual, drug using son of a Welsh Top Doctor. Snowdon used to visit the Caernarfon area and it is alleged that when he was younger he used the services of rent boys. When he was elderly, Snowdon’s mistress was Marjorie Wallace, the Top Doc’s wife and ‘mental health campaigner’ who’s campaigning was directed at incarcerating dangerous mental patients and ensuring that Top Doctors involved in the abuse of vulnerable people were allowed to continue unhindered. I wrote to Marjorie giving her full details of the abuses at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the late 1980s. I did not receive a reply. See post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’.

 

I have been told that it might be worth mentioning the names of two other people who were at Bridgwater College with me, although no-one has told me that they were used to smear me. The concern is that Neil Hamilton, Aberystwyth law graduate and the Tory MP for Tatton, 1983-97, who socialised with Sir Peter Morrison and who lost his seat after the Ian Greer Associates lobbying scandal – with which Morrison was also involved – may have encountered them. The two students were Sally Sparks and Christine Skeats, who both went to Hatfield Poly in the early 1980s, while Hamilton taught there. Christine went into teaching and I think that she is now a Headteacher in England somewhere. Christine’s mum knew Brown’s mum, they lived in the same village and it is likely that Christine might have known what was happening to me as Dafydd et al did everything possible to protect Peter Morrison…

 

I have mentioned before on this blog that I have been asked by people what the illness that I experienced which took me into the hands of the paedophiles’ friends actually was. I am of the opinion that when I was much younger, I had a fairly serious mood disorder of a stereotypical, near text-book type. It was never managed properly because the Top Doctors had no interest in treating patients, they were far too busy running a trafficking gang. It was Brown who looked after me during my bouts of severe depression, without him I would have died. I believe that I could have been up and functioning properly again years before I eventually was, but because I was caused so much distress by a bunch of gangsters, I just was never given the breathing space to recover. When I finally walked away from them – after I realised that it was only a matter of time before they either succeeded in having me imprisoned or killed me – within two years I had a PhD and I then acquired an impressive publication list as a result of six or so years working as a researcher at Bangor University. My life was destroyed all over again when I was subjected to an unprovoked violent assault which resulted in me being injured by someone whom I was told was the daughter of a Welsh barrister who was well-known for this sort of thing, ‘but her dad gets her out of trouble every time’.

My life wasn’t destroyed by the assault, it was destroyed because when I went to Aberystwyth Police Station to report the assault, the police called a paramedic to assess my injury. Unfortunately the police had seen on their computerised record that I ‘had a history of mental illness’, so the paramedic called a fucking Top Doctor and a mental health team ‘just in case’. Who refused to document my injuries and sectioned me, insisting that I be taken to the Heddfan Unit at Wrexham Maelor Hospital. Some hours after I arrived at the Heddfan Unit, the staff there sheepishly admitted that my detention was unlawful because no-one had signed the documentation and I was thus free to go. So I did. For some unfathomable reason, the Heddfan Unit then called the police, reported me missing and my mugshot appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ as an escaped patient. I was located ‘safe and well’ – I was actually on holiday – only to find that a few days later I was reported AGAIN by the Betsi as an ‘escaped patient’. I appeared once more in the ‘Daily Post’ and was picked up by the police. Because I was an escaped patient. It took me a year to get out of the clutches of the maniacs who broke the law repeatedly and maintained that I was ‘seriously mentally ill’ because I had a history of ‘violent assaults on people’ and I believed that there was a paedophile ring in operation in north Wales and that the mental health services were abusing patients. While I sat in a locked ward, a whole series of people who had been involved with the paedophile ring in north Wales were convicted as a result of Operation Pallial. The Betsi was also placed under investigation as a result of the abuse of mental health patients in Tawel Fan. When I finally got away from the clutches of the Top Doctors, I fled the area.

The barrister’s daughter who attacked and injured me in broad daylight in front of witnesses was never even interviewed.

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The irony is that I had my first major depressive episode when I was 17 and at Bridgwater College. Everyone ignored it and it was Brown who helped me through it. Offers of ‘help’ for my ‘serious mental illness’ only began arriving thick and fast a few years later when I complained about the dreadful behaviour of Top Doctors who were running a trafficking ring. The ‘help’ being deemed to be necessary of course being a few years in Broadmoor. After all, everyone could testify that even as a teenager at Bridgwater College, I’d been quite mad…

Let’s just stop all the help shall we? It’ll be much easier all round. I was an academically able kid who went to a dysfunctional, failing school run by an utter incompetent and staffed by some at least who were abusers and I got to university against what were fairly high odds in those days. When my father heard that my name had been announced at Chilton Trinity School as a successful old pupil, he noted that I had got to university in spite of Chilton, not because of it. He was quite right. And I am still alive in spite of the dear old NHS, not because of it. A great many people received generous salaries in schools, in colleges and in their various roles in the welfare state to provide me with a ‘service’. Brown and a few other friends did virtually everything that those salaried people were paid to do.

Just after graduation, I sat in a sitting room on Anglesey with some other new graduates discussing politics. A dedicated Labour voter was in the room, a big fan of the Windbag, who stated that ‘money ought to be poured into the NHS and state schools’. The person who said that was Sarah Jenkins, who had just graduated from Bristol University. Sarah was back on her home territory of north Wales, while she waited for a place to do clinical psychology. She was renting accommodation on favourable terms from her mother’s friend, Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was facilitating the trafficking ring. Sarah’s dad was Prof David Jenkins, who worked at Bangor University when the place was run by the paedophiles’ friends and Dafydd. Sarah’s mother was Sheila Jenkins, a psychiatric social worker, who was one of those abusing patients and a colleague of the paedophile gang. I was told a few years ago that Sarah ‘had gone into mental health like her mother and was helping people’.

The appalling Sheila Jenkins died a few years ago. She had a miserable last few years, after being left completely paralysed by a stroke. One day her friend went over and found Sheila Jenkins lying on the floor crying. It transpired that the ‘carers’ had been abusing her. Jenkins asked her friend ‘why can’t people just be kind to each other?’ Jenkins’s friend was also a mental health social worker, as was her husband. They had worked with Dafydd when he was illegally imprisoning victims of the paedophile ring in the dungeon at Denbigh. Those in the dungeon probably wondered why people just couldn’t be kind to each other.

As ye sow, so shall ye reap paedophiles’ friends. You’ve driven every decent person out of health and social care. These are the only ones left in the system:

 

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Get pouring, fill that trough, Sarah Jenkins needs a salary, she’s not going to be an Empowered Service User is she.

 

Investigating historical child abuse? Oh please, just give it a rest. As the Old Gits used to say on ‘The Fast Show’, ‘piss off, bugger off, sod off’.

 

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Whilst searching for more information regarding matters such as the sorry state of the UK’s prisons and miscarriages of justice recently, I came across a news report from 1997 which stated that paedophile gangs were operating within prisons. What had happened was that paedophiles had been sentenced, but then their young victims had ended up in prison alongside their assailants, after the victims had been criminalised and jailed for less serious offences. That was certainly what seemed to be happening at Risley Remand Centre back in the 1980s.

No matter how many shock horror reports, no matter how many lessons will be learned, pledges for change etc, matters in the prison service and mental health services do not ever improve, even in the face of so much ‘expertise’. I maintain that it is because everyone who would implement change is excluded at a junior level. There are no original thinkers in the pool from which the ‘leaders’ and ‘advisers’ are drawn. The ‘leaders’ have only made it into the selection pool by spending their careers keeping quiet about abuse and wrongdoing. Not that Gov’t wants anyone who will expose the rot. The structure is so threadbare that if one gave a loose thread a tug, the whole system would unravel.

Those who are going to effect change are also drawn from a pool of people with remarkably similar backgrounds and CVs. So I thought that in this post I’d take a look at some of those who’s vision was going to effect change in the prison system.

When the Indie reported on the paedophile gangs operating within prisons, David Ramsbotham was HMI Chief Inspector of Prisons for England and Wales. Ramsbotham was in post 1995-01.

David Ramsbotham was the son of a clergyman, John Ramsbotham, who became the Bishop of Wakefield, retiring in 1967. John Ramsbotham is one of the generation of senior clergyman whom we now know colluded with a massive child abuse problem within the Church of England.

David Ramsbotham was educated at Haileybury and the Imperial Service College. Ramsbotham entered the Army to do National Service and was commissioned into the Royal Artillary in 1953. After National Service, he retained a TA commission and then completed a degree at Corpus Christi College, Cambridge. 

In 1958 Ramsbotham was appointed to a regular Army commission. He served in Borneo during the Indonesia-Malaysia confrontation, Dec 1965-66. By 1971 Ramsbotham had achieved the rank of Lt Col and from 1970-73 he served as Military Assistant to the Chief of the General Staff, Sir (Later Lord) Field Marshal Michael Carver. Ramsbotham commanded a battalion of the Royal Green Jackets in N Ireland from 1974-75. By the end of 1978, Ramsbotham had achieved the rank of Brigadier and served again in N Ireland, commanding a brigade based in Belfast from June 1978 and was appointed CBE for his service there in the operational honours of Oct 1980.

David Ramsbotham will know a great deal about shoot to kill, the torture and sometimes murder of suspects, the law breaking that was associated with internment, the miscarriages of justice in N Ireland, the internal wars between different factions of the security services and of course the identity of those who were abusing boys at the Kincora Boys Home, as well as about the activities of the paedophile child psychiatrist who was linked to Kincora, Dr Morris Fraser, who was afforded complete protection by the British establishment.

As the British Army’s Director of PR, 1982–84, Ramsbotham leaked documents to a journalist which showed that prior to the Falklands War, the Army had developed a comprehensive plan for dealing with the media, but it had been overlooked; the Army was subsequently criticised for not having done such planning.

Ramsbotham commanded the 3rd Armoured Division for a period prior to March 1987. In April 1987 he was appointed Commander UK Field Army and Inspector General of the TA.

Ramsbotham stepped down as Commander of the Field Army in August 1990 and received a further honorary appointment as ADC Gen to Lilibet on 3 Dec 1990, which he held until his retirement from the Army. On 27 December 1990 Ramsbotham was appointed Adjutant-General. This period included the UK involvement in the Gulf War; he retired from the Army in July 1993. In Dec 1995 Ramsbotham became Chief Inspector of Prisons for England and Wales.

Ramsbotham had a ‘strained relationship’ with the Home Secretaries in office during his tenure – Michael Howard and Jack Straw – and this contributed to his contract not being continued for the full eight years that had originally been possible.

In 2005 Ramsbotham was given a peerage and he sits as a crossbencher.  Ramsbotham is Chairman of the Koestler Awards scheme as well as Vice-Chair of both the All Party Penal Affairs Group and the All Party Parliamentary Group for Learning and Skills in the Criminal Justice System. He is President of UNLOCK, the National Association of Ex-Offenders and an Ambassador for the Prison Advice and Care Trust (PACT). Ramsbotham is a Trustee and Vice-Chairman of the charity Institute for Food, Brain and Behaviour.

The primary focus of the Institute for Food, Brain and Behaviour (IFBB) is the commissioning of research into how food, nutrition and diet can affect brain function and behaviour. Former Trustees include Hugh Montefiore, the 3rd Earl Henry Kitchener, Baroness Susan Greenfield and Rev Nicholas Frayling.

Hugh Montefiore, Chairman and Trustee of the IFBB, was Bishop of Kingston-upon-Thames, 1970-78 and then Bishop of Birmingham, 1978-87. Nicholas Frayling is also a clergyman who worked in Peckham, Tooting and Liverpool when organised trafficking gangs operated in those areas. Montefiore and Frayling must have known at least something of what was going on.

Susan Greenfield spent a few years as the media’s idea of a wonderful advert for wimmin in science and there were many articles published about the feminist scientist who wore leather and short skirts. Greenfield played the journos for all that she could, most of them had no knowledge of pharmacology or biochemistry and obviously saw Greenfield as some sort of Einstein. Greenfield’s colleagues are less wowed and she has stood accused of publishing theories without the evidence to back them up. Susan Greenfield was appointed Director of the Royal Institution in 1998 and more gushing articles followed. Within a few short years there was the most enormous ding dong, with Greenfield being accused of complete incompetence and wasting millions of quid and Greenfield responding that her accusers were a bunch of old farts in possession of testicles. Then the writs began flying. Whatever went on must have been really bad because the post of Director of the Royal Institution was subsequently abolished, just in case Susan came back again.

After the disaster at the Royal Institution, Susan rocked up in the Lords as a people’s peer. When reading about Susan, I had the most terrible shock. I thought that Blair rang up his mates to invite them to become people’s peers, but it’s worse than that. People’s peers are ‘self-nominated’, as indeed was Susan. No wonder the people’s peers are all narcissistic loonies, they’ve applied to be peers themselves, they haven’t even been chosen. So that’s why the Lords is now so obviously the House of the Sharp-Elbowed and Mediocre. I think that I might contact hundreds of dinner ladies, cleaners and service users and encourage them all to nominate themselves as people’s peers. They can bang on about empowering wimmin just as well as Susan Greenfield can and they’ll be able to cook a dinner for a family of five at the same time.

Lord Henry Kitchener, former President and Trustee of the IFBB, was a physicist who spent most of his working life with ICI in Cheshire and was President of the Organic Food Society. He was a Freemason who was initiated in 1947 and rose to senior rank, serving as Senior Grand Warden of the United Grand Lodge of England. In 1972 Lord Kitchener was Deputy Lieutenant of Cheshire. Which rather puts him at the scene of the crimes and cover-up re Dafydd, Sir Peter Morrison and the gang. Kitchener was a friend of Bertrand Russell’s son Lord Conrad Russell (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Bertrand Russell spent the last 25 years of his life living in north Wales and was friends with the Welsh Bloomsbury set based at Cwm Croesor who knew about Gwynne, Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Village’).

Henry Kitchener was a Page of Honour at the coronation of George VI. His niece Emma Joy Kitchener, a Lady-in-Waiting to HRH Princess Michael of Kent, married Julian Fellowes of gratuitous snobbery and ‘Downton Abbey’ fame. In 1998 the Fellowes family changed its surname from Fellowes to Kitchener-Fellowes, because that sounds even posher and it also means that now Julian Fellowes can stress that he’s related to Lord Kitchener of Khartoum, the butcher of WWI and inventor of the concentration camp.

Henry was known to have explained to people that an hereditary peerage was much better than a mere life peerage and that he took his right to sit in the Lords very seriously, although by his own admission he was ‘just too lazy’ to attend the Lords much before his retirement.

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Because Henry Kitchener was unmarried with no male heirs, his title died with him in 2011. Julian Fellowes was outraged at this waste of a good Earldom and publicly expressed his dissatisfaction that the proposals to change the rules of royal succession were not extended to hereditary peerages, which had they been would have allowed his wife to succeed her uncle as The Countess Kitchener. Emma was in danger of remaining plain old Lady Fellowes – or perhaps Lady Kitchener-Fellowes because of course they’d changed their name – as a result of being married to Lord Julian, only a life peer himself. Which is so naff that one might as well be in trade. Here he is, common as muck:

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Fellowes stated: “I find it ridiculous that, in 2011, a perfectly sentient adult woman has no rights of inheritance whatsoever when it comes to a hereditary title”. Fortunately for Julian and Emma, Lilibet came to the rescue. On 9 May 2012, Lilibet issued a Royal Warrant of Precedence granting Lady Emma the same rank and style as the daughter of an Earl, as would have been due to her if her late father had survived his brother and therefore succeeded to the earldom. Specifically it declared that Lady Fellowes “shall henceforth have, hold and enjoy the same title, rank, place, pre-eminence and precedence as a daughter of an Earl” and “succeeded to the title and dignity of Earl Kitchener of Khartoum and Broome.”

Much as I am touched by the sudden outburst of the desire for gender equality on the part of Julian Fellowes and Lilibet, where ‘dignity’ enters into the hissy fit of a man who writes laughable dramas for TV because he has realised that his wife cannot inherit the title of a man who concealed the crimes of Dafydd, I cannot imagine. Now how was that well-known Women’s Libber Lilibet persuaded to intervene in this matter I wonder?

Peter Morrison

Sir Peter Morrison, former Tory MP for Chester, celebrity paedophile and brother of Dame Mary Morrison, Woman-of-the Bedchamber to Lilibet.

Major General His Grace The Duke of Westminster, President of the City of Chester Conservative Association when Sir Peter Morrison was the constituency MP
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Carlo, Chancellor of UCNW and close friend of the Duke of Westminster.

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones
The man who exerted massive influence over UCNW while Carlo was Chancellor and who tried to embezzle a few thousand quid from the institution. It really is appalling as I am sure that Carlo would agree.

 

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‘These women are only bloody feminists because they’re too fat and ugly to get a man.’

IFBB’s Science Fellows include Kathleen Taylor, a neuroscientist based at Oxford University. One of Taylor’s research areas is ‘the neuroscience of belief’. I wish you all the best with that one Kathleen, perhaps your research will equal that of some of your colleagues who have told us all that MRI scans show which parts of the brain are responsible for ‘love’ and ‘compassion’ and how these areas experience increased activity after the owners of the brains have done a bit of Mindfulness. Look, the brain areas are lighting up! The MRI scanning machines are obviously in on Prof Mark Williams’s research fraud as well then (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

Kathleen’s 2004 book ‘Brainwashing: The Science of Thought Control’ was shortlisted by MIND for their 2005 ‘book of the year’. In 2005 MIND were concealing the abuse and deaths of patients at the Hergest Unit in Ysbyty Gwynedd, as well as in other institutions. Both National MIND were involved, as were MIND Cymru. I rang MIND Cymru in 2005 and told one Ruth Coombs, who I think was their Director of Policy, that I had evidence of the serious abuse of mental health patients in Wales. She was all ears and asked me where. I replied ‘the Hergest Unit’ and I heard her whisper ‘Oh my God’ before putting the phone down on me. Ruth subsequently became Director of MIND Cymru and then the Head of the British Heart Foundation in Wales. See post ‘The Mysterious Silence Of MIND’.

Ruth Coombs has climbed ever higher and is now ‘Head of Wales’ no less at the Equality and Human Rights Commission. Ruth has worked in partnership with the Children’s Commissioner for Wales to produce an ‘anti-bullying resource’ for use in secondary schools in Wales. MIND Cymru recently featured on TV in Wales as being an organisation with a serious workplace bullying problem. This blog also received accounts and evidence of bullying and misconduct from horrified former MIND Cymru staff (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’) and I was subsequently harassed and threatened by MIND Cymru as they tried to force me to remove my posts about them.

Robin Holden, a man with a very cosy relationship with Dafydd who formerly worked as an Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and as a senior manager for the Gwynedd Community Health Trust whilst patients died and were fitted up for crimes by the staff and when serious complaints when uninvestigated and documentation was forged, is now an executive with MIND Cymru (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’).

The Office of Children’s Commissioner for Wales was established on the recommendation of no less than that of Sir Ronald Waterhouse. Since it’s creation it has been managed and run substantially by paedophiles’ friends. One senior social worker employed by the Children’s Commissioner was the daughter of an Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh who had been a close friend of Dafydd’s daughter when they were teenagers. See post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’.

The Equality and Human Rights Commission has a long and proud tradition of appointing Commissioners who have presided over the abuse of vulnerable people, such as Dr Rachel Perkins (see post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’), who was the Clinical Director of Springfield Hospital when that hospital colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and concealed another linked paedophile gang in south London (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘The Most Dangerous Man In the World – Part III’).

Kathleen Taylor’s 2009 book, ‘Cruelty: Human Evil and the Human Brain’ examined human cruelty from ‘the points of view of biology and sociology’. Whereas this blog has examined human cruelty as inflicted by MIND and the many people with who’s crimes MIND have colluded or concealed.

 

The Institute for Food, Brain and Behaviour seems to have spent some years disguised as something else. It began life in 1984 as South Cumbria Alternative Sentencing Options. It was founded to investigate whether nutrition could play a role in minimising recidivism in young offenders, but that aim doesn’t readily come to mind if one talks of ‘alternative sentencing options’. The organisation became Natural Justice in 1991, which again does not sound as though it is an organisation investigating links between nutrition and offending behaviour. Natural Justice metamorphosed into the Institute for Food, Brain and Behaviour (IFBB) in 2010.

The Institute has a collaborative research programme with Oxford University. It facilitated a £1.4 million research project in three prisons funded by the Wellcome Trust. The Wellcome Trust funded Professor Mark Williams and Professor Sarah-Jayne Blakemore to conduct a big Mindfulness research project. Sarah-Jayne is the helpful neuroscientist upon whom Mark Williams is relying to give Mindfulness scientific credibility. Sarah-Jayne’s dad is the Oxford Professor Colin Blakemore, who was formerly Chief Executive of the MRC, which gives Oxford University a great deal of funding. Colin Blakemore had to wait a very long time for his knighthood because his animal work was felt to be so gratuitously cruel, even by other researchers carrying out animal work. For further details of Sarah-Jayne and Colin Blakemore’s network, see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’.

The Wellcome funded study for the IFBB commenced in Jan 2008 with Professor John Stein –  a Trustee of the IFBB and Chair of the IFBB’s Science Advisory Council – of Oxford University as Principal Investigator. John Stein was the PhD supervisor of Daniel Wolpert, who was the PhD supervisor of Sarah-Jayne Blakemore (see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’). Sarah-Jayne Co-directs the Wellcome Trust PhD Programme at UCL.

The Institute has been carrying out a study at Robert Clack School into whether nutritional supplements can improve disadvantaged pupils’ cognitive skills and behaviour, funded by the Esmee Fairbairn Foundation. I suspect that John Stein might find that a range of cultural and socio-economic factors may be playing a part in the cognitive skills and behaviour of disadvantaged pupils, as well as in how ‘cognitive skills and behaviour’ are being defined.

Prof John Stein came under fire in 2008 during that row when Gordon Brown was PM about the girl from Newcastle, Laura Spence, who had been turned down for a place to read medicine at Oxford despite a string of As at A level. Laura went to university in the US in the end. John Stein angrily denied that Oxford had discriminated against Laura, a state school pupil and maintained that he and his colleagues had been working very hard to welcome state school pupils at Oxford. Laura’s rejection was most likely simply a result of the huge numbers of very well-qualified students applying for a place at Oxford for medicine. Although I don’t believe that most Oxford admissions tutors do actively discriminate against state school pupils and it is true that more state school pupils are indeed entering Oxford, they are nearly always state school pupils who’s parents are professional middle class people, often academics. Students like Sarah-Jayne Blakemore was.

If John Stein wants more genuinely disadvantaged students to benefit from an Oxford education, he’d do better addressing the variety of interacting socio-economic and cultural factors that excludes those students rather than wasting his time giving them food supplements. That will boost the profits of Holland and Barrett, but I doubt that it will change the social profile of Oxford undergrads.

Lots of fish oil, that’s what the lower classes need. Then they’d all be as clever as Sarah-Jayne Blakemore. They’re only held back because they do insist on eating Big Macs and chips, Jamie Oliver will confirm that, whilst he insults their mothers at the same time for not feeding their offspring the sort of delicacies that Buddy Bear and his siblings enjoy.

In 1999, when Jamie was riding high on the success of his TV programme Two Fat Hairy Naked Chefs, Jamie was invited to cook Tony Blair a dinner at No 10. So that is why Tony Blair’s kids have done so well for themselves, it was the quality of the grub that the family were served by Jamie! Euan Blair bagged an internship at the Whitehouse, subsequently pursued a career in the City and is the proud joint owner of a house worth £3.6 million. Bloody hell Jamie, you must have put something special in Blair’s dinner. It was revealed in the media that Cherie is the joint owner of Euan’s house, rather than Euan’s wife Suzanne. That’ll be because Suzanne once ate a Penguin biscuit.

Jamie Oliver went to Newport Free Grammar School and left with two GCSEs. He went on to Westminster Technical College, where he gained an NVQ in home economics. Well that’s curious Jamie, because I went to a troubled shite comprehensive school, but I ended up with O levels, A levels, a BSc, an MSc and a PhD. I’ve never been fed food supplements and I didn’t grow up in a household which possessed items of expensive kitchen machinery, but I was surrounded by books and people who discussed politics. I wonder if there could be a link. It’s called ‘cultural capital’ Professor Stein and Jamie, Pierre Bourdieu wrote about it years ago before people worked so hard to blame disadvantaged people for their own disadvantage.

John Stein’s brother is the celebrity chef Rick Stein. I did wonder if Rick flogged food supplements, but a quick look at his wiki entry reveals that he actually owns a few fish and chip shops.

 

On the topic of Oxford entry, I wonder if John Stein can solve a puzzle. Back in the mid-1980s, there was a lot of huffing and puffing in the media regarding certain schools having reserved places at Oxford. Oxford angrily denied any such practice, maintaining that was only back in the Olden Days and things were different now. The year that this row blew up was the very same year that Brown’s cousin applied to read law at Oxford. She didn’t get the place that she wanted, but was subsequently offered a place to do theology instead, which confused me, because she had not shown the slightest interest in theology. It was explained by Brown’s uncle and auntie that Brown’s cousin’s school had a reserved place at Oxford, but it was for theology and it had been offered to her. The school in question was Tiffin Girls’ in Kingston-upon-Thames. Tiffin Girls’ still has an excellent track record for getting pupils into Oxbridge.

 

Here’s some Fox’s Party Rings, perfect for an at home with Peter Morrison and Dafydd:
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And some crumpets:

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Alderman Roberts probably sold them in that grocer’s shop in Grantham that we heard so much about from Thatch.

 

The Patron of the IFBB is the restaurateur and chef Prue Leith. Leith grew up in South Africa and her father worked for and became a Director of African Explosives, a subsidiary of ICI producing dynamite for use in mines. In 1975, Leith founded Prue Leith’s School of Food and Wine, of which Caroline Waldegrave is Managing Director. Caroline is married to William Waldegrave, who’s OK by Julian Fellowes, being the son of the 12th Earl Waldegrave. William Waldegrave was Secretary of State for Health, 1990-92 and while in that post he covered up the barrel of shit which was Dafydd and the paedophile gang and the linked gang in south London which was concealed by St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital. Waldegrave was the Tory MP for Bristol West. That must have been very useful for Dr D.G.E. Wood, Dafydd’s partner in crime who came from the Bristol area, qualified from Bristol University and who’s father was a Top Doc who continued to live near Bristol long after Wood himself had settled in north Wales to follow a life of serious organised crime. Waldegrave’s sister is Lady Susan Hussey, Lady-in-Waiting to Lilibet and Godmother to Prince William. The Lady Susan was married to Marmaduke Hussey, whom Thatch appointed Chairman of the BBC to sort out the pinkos there. Duke Hussey was Chairman when my friend, a witness to the wrongdoing in north Wales, was forced out of his job at the BBC, while Waldegrave was Health Secretary (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

In his autobiography, ‘A Different Kind Of Weather’, Waldegrave banged on about his noble ancestors and his bitter regret that he never became PM. Presumably this aristocratic complete scumbag who ignored the most serious crime in the NHS and social services thought that he would have done a so much better job than the scumbag who was the petit bourgeois grocer’s daughter or the scumbag who was the son of the circus performer from Brixton who ignored the same serious crime.

In Matthew Parris’s article for ‘The Spectator’ in which he reviews Waldegrave’s autobiography, Parris mentions that he and Waldegrave were elected to the Commons at the same time in 1979. Parris wrote: ‘That old charmer Edward du Cann, to whom in the days after William and I had been elected in 1979 I once confided my feelings of hurt when criticised, put a hand on my wrist. ‘Dear boy,’ he said, ‘nice people are always hurt.’

Edward du Cann was the Conservative MP for Taunton, 1956-87 and was highly influential in the Tory Party as a result of his position as Chairman of the Tory Party, 1965-67 and as Chairman of the Party’s 1922 Committee, 1972-84. Du Cann was a very rich man whom my grandfather always claimed was a crook. Du Cann was criticized as “incompetent” by a 1974 DTI report regarding the bankruptcy of Keyser Ullman bank, of which du Cann was a Director. In 1973, Keyser Ullman lent £17m to a 28 year old entrepreneur, Christopher Selmes, secured on a valueless guarantee. Mr Selmes later fled the country, leaving debts of more than £20m. The bankruptcy of Keyser Ullman was the only reason why du Cann did not put himself forward as a candidate in the Tory leadership contest against Thatcher, du Cann being yet another mediocrity who fancied himself as a future PM and had led the rout against Ted Heath, initially under the guise of robustly supporting Thatch for the leadership. Peter Morrison was a leading light in encouraging Thatch to run for the leadership.

Du Cann succeeded Duncan Sandys as Chairman of Lonrho in 1984, a position from which he was forced to resign in 1991 due to his role as Deputy Chairman of Homes Assured, a finance company which crashed. His resignation came two days before the company collapsed, owing £10 million to creditors. The Serious Fraud Office began an inquiry. Du Cann was involved in several legal disputes over debts. His Somerset estate Cothay Manor was repossessed in 1992 and his London flat in Tufton Street in Westminster was repossessed in 1993. In 1985-86, the Eagle Star insurance company began proceedings three times to repossess Cothay Manor. The amount was paid each time and the mortgage later discharged.

Between 1980 and 1993 there were at least seven writs against du Cann for late payment of bills, including failure to pay water rates, to pay commission on the sale of a yacht, to keep up his mortgage payments and to clear a £137,000 overdraft.

Du Cann had a bankruptcy order served against him in 1993 and lived for several years in Alderney on the Isle of Wight. So one wonders how du Cann then subsequently wound up living in Lemona in Cyprus with enough dosh to invest in a vineyard.

Here are some clues:

On 26 March 1993 the Indie reported that du Cann had applied to have the bankruptcy order against him lifted. The order was made in the London Bankruptcy Court on 12 March 1993 on a petition over unpaid bills by the solicitors Denton Hall Burgin & Warren, who used to act for du Cann. Because of that order, an Inland Revenue petition for unpaid taxes became a formality on 25 March 1993 and was automatically dismissed at a brief private hearing before Registrar Geoffrey Pimm in London on 25 March 1993. Both the Inland Revenue and the law firm had filed their petitions in Jan 1993. Du Cann told ‘The Independent’ on 25 March that his solicitors would be applying to have the bankruptcy order lifted in the next few days.

A curious article in the ‘Sunday Herald’, 18 July 1995, about du Cann mentioned his long and glorious life – he was by the 71 yrs old – his service in the Royal Naval Reserve in the 1940s, his former close relationship to Ted Heath and his numerous dodgy deals and friendships with the rich and famous. It was explained that du Cann’s wife Jen had recently died, that du Cann was living on the Isle of Wight in reduced circumstances and was unhappy at the way that the Tory Party was ‘being run’. Du Cann told the ‘Sunday Herald’ that he had a lot to tell and he would be telling it.

In July 1995, Nicola Davies QC was supposedly reviewing the paperwork relating to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal to determine whether a Public Inquiry was needed. Although Dame Nicola stated in Dec 1995 that a Public Inquiry would not be in the public interest, by summer 1995, Sir Ronald Waterhouse had altered his retirement plans and had embarked on a tour of the paedophiles’ friends in Cheshire and Wales who were responsible for so much of the parts of the infrastructure which allowed the abuse of children in Cheshire/north Wales to occur, infrastructure which was to feature in Ronnie’s subsequent Inquiry, which was announced by William Hague on 17 June 1996.

By July 1995 Dafydd et al in north Wales were moving heaven and earth in an attempt to demonstrate that I was so dangerous that I should be banged up in a secure hospital on their say so without the inconvenience of a trial, having failed dismally in their serial attempts to have me imprisoned by perjury, planting evidence etc.

Du Cann never did tell anyone anything, or at least if he did, whatever he told them received no publicity.

In Oct 2013 the ‘Cyprus Mail’ ran a feature on a long forgotten elderly English gentleman who had been living in Cyprus for the last 12 years and who’s previous as the Chief Exec of a a wine company with vineyards in the south of France had prompted him to ‘invest’ in Cyprus vine yards years previously. It was Edward du Cann. Du Cann told the ‘Cyprus Mail’ that he used to regularly visit the south of France to ‘inspect the vine yards’.

John Allen owned a villa in the south of France to which he took kids from the children’s homes of north Wales ‘on holiday’. Dafydd was a regular in the south of France as well, he ‘held clinics’ there.

For some years now Dr D.G.E. Wood has been ‘holding clinics’ in Cyprus.

 

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Cheers, We’re as corrupt as fuck!

Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Robert Bluglass has a second home in the Pyrenees. Which are located on the south west France/Spain border.

 

Du Cann was a board member of E-Clear, a British payment processing company, which went into administration in Jan 2010. He married three times; first, in 1962, to Sally (a cousin), whom he divorced in 1987, then he was married to Jennifer until her death in 1995. Du Cann died in Aug 2017 and was survived by his third wife, Maureen Hope-Wynne. Perhaps Maureen could let us know whence that influx of dosh came which refloated the Good Ship du Cann after his bankruptcy and public disgrace. Maureen might also tell us why Sir Edward decided at some point in 1995 that he didn’t have anything to tell after all, even though he thought that he did. Unless William Hague wants to explain instead.

Sir Edward du Cann’s second wife Jen was the widow of Robert Cooke, who had been Waldegrave’s predecessor as the Tory MP for Bristol West. Cooke served as a councillor on Bristol City Council, 1954-57 and taught English at a Bristol public school. D.G.E. Wood went to a public school in or near Bristol, but I don’t know which one. A long standing loyal protector of Dafydd and the gang was Lord David Hunt. Hunt was MP for Wirral and then Wirral West, 1976-97 and served as a junior Minister in the Welsh Office and as Secretary of State for Wales twice. David Hunt did his law degree in Bristol and is of a similar vintage to D.G.E. Wood. Before Hunt was elected to the Commons, Lilibet gave him an MBE for services to politics in the west of England. I’d love to know what those services were. Lord Hunt continues to do his best for the paedophiles’ friends. Hunt’s international law firm DAC Beachcroft now works on behalf of Top Doctors who have found themselves in trouble.

One of Edward du Cann’s earliest scams was perpetrated when he was a Director of BAC (British Car Auctions), a company founded by David Wickins, alongside whom du Cann served in the Royal Naval Reserve. British Car Auctions group was the world’s biggest second-hand car business. David Wickins was a long-time friend and business associate of both Denis and Mark Thatcher.

BAC flourished first as Southern Counties Car Auctions, but soon outgrew the name as auction sites were opened throughout the country. Among regular sellers were the Post Office, the Ministry of Defence and the regional gas boards. Potential problems with buyers were overcome by selling vehicles only as seen on the most perfunctory inspection and enforcing a foolproof payment system. Wickins also bought up several car auction businesses in the US, building a highly profitable empire which was eventually selling a million cars a year.

Wickins’s long friendship with Denis Thatcher was cemented by golf and lubricated by gins and tonic in the Sunningdale clubhouse. Wickins was part-owner in a waste-disposal business called Attwoods, of which Denis was a Director, while BCA was a sponsor of Mark Thatcher’s short-lived motor racing career. It was Mark who introduced Wickins to Lotus in 1983.

Lotus was famed for financial instability as much as engineering excellence and was in deep trouble at the time. The company was losing money and its recently deceased founder Colin Chapman had been implicated in the DeLorean scandal: Lotus had undertaken a redesign contract for the ill-fated car project, based in N Ireland, from which large sums of money provided by Gov’t grants had disappeared. As a result, the company was besieged by Inland Revenue inspectors, who imposed an £84 million ‘protective assessment’.

Mark Thatcher arranged for Lotus’s Directors to meet Wickins, who took a 29 per cent stake, became Chairman, resisted the taxmen and brought in other investors, including the Bamford family. As demand for exotic cars grew with the 1980s boom Lotus’s fortunes swiftly recovered and in 1986 – again through Mark’s introduction – the business was sold to General Motors. In the meantime, Wickins gave Mark a job as a consultant to BCA’s American subsidiary, declaring that he was sure that Mark would be a great asset.

Favoured regulars attending Wickins’s car auctions were treated to lunch in his lavishly-appointed dining room overlooking the ring at Frimley, where the original field was developed into a multi-million-pound auction complex.

Upon leaving school, David Wickens took articles with the accountants Deloitte & Co, where he was posted to South Africa. There he worked on audits for Rhodesian copper mines and Zambian sawmills until the outbreak of war in 1939, when he enlisted in the South African Navy. After 18 months Wickens returned to England on secondment to the Royal Navy and brother officers Edward du Cann and the future entrepreneur and yachtsman Owen Aisher became lifelong friends.

At the end of the war Wickins was offered a permanent commission in the South African Navy, but he entered ‘business’ instead, in the auction trade and also in the buying, selling and floating of companies. Wickins assisted in the flotation of the Forte family’s catering and restaurant business and was a generous sponsor of sport, both of major events and of individual sportsmen such as the young Nick Faldo and the jockey Bob Champion. When BCA sponsored the Wightman Cup in 1989, the year of Wickins’s retirement, the Thatchers opened the doors of 10 Downing Street for a splendid party.

David Wickins also enjoyed racing International One design yachts and, later, motor cruising. He owned a string of racehorses and in retirement on Majorca he bred Great Danes.

Wickens was a ‘ladies’ man’ and employed ‘pretty girls’ as pilots for his helicopters and aircraft and as chauffeurs for his cars. He was married at least three times and possibly, although his own account varied, six.

When the wider world finally got a glimpse of the sort of man that Denis Thatcher was, many people were entertained to find that he was remarkably like the satirical portrayal of him in the ‘Dear Bill’ letters in ‘Private Eye’, a gin sodden golf club bore, who’s friend Maurice sold goods out of car boots. On one memorable occasion, Denis observed to Bill that ‘I had no idea that those friends of Maurice’s were in the Mafia’. Following the success of the ‘Dear Bill’ letters, in 1981 John Wells embarked upon his ‘Anyone for Denis?’ stage play, the catch phrase being ‘Stop me and buy me one’.

It was Richard Ingrams who wrote the ‘Dear Bill’ letters. I wonder if he based them on David Wickins.

 

As for William Waldegrave, the snooty aristo who did the dirty work of this collection of wide-boys, conmen and gangsters, he is constantly constructed as a being a man with great intellectual gifts. So Waldegrave hasn’t even got the excuse that he was as thick as Thatcher.

During the late 1980s and 90s, a number of people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales, like Edward du Cann, inexplicably found themselves in possession of a great deal of money. I explained in my post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’ that some of that money had arrived in the form of a cheque from Coutts. William Waldegrave is someone who is involved with Coutts.

 

The IFBB’s Trustee David Ramsbotham became an honorary Fellow of Corpus Christie College, Cambridge in 2001 and serves on the Advisory Board of the International Centre for Prison Studies at King’s College, London. He is also a Patron of Prisoners Abroad and the Prison Education Trust. Ramsbotham is also Patron of the African Prisons Project and President of PTSD Resolution, providing veterans with treatment for PTSD.

I can’t find any mention of Dafydd on the website of PTSD Resolution, but I’d be surprised if he hasn’t been associated with them at some point. It was Dafydd after all who invented PTSD and who subsequently made a mint from it (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). This is not to suggest that I do not believe that soldiers suffer from severe psychological distress during or after combat, it rather suggests that I believe that they do, but that Dafydd just made it all up as he went along as he usually does and that no soldiers or indeed anyone else benefited from PTSD Dafydd-style.

Ramsbotham is also an ambassador for the charity SkillForce.

David Ramsbotham has written extensively on matters relating to prisons and the military. His 2003 book ‘Prisongate: The Shocking State of Britain’s Prisons and the Need for Visionary Change’ sets out his ‘vision for reform’ of the prison system. 

 

The discourse surrounding prisons and prison reform is remarkably similar to that which surrounds the mental health system. After a few years of involvement at a senior level, the post holder tells the world that the system is dangerous, degrading, damaging, not doing what it should and is in desperate need of ‘reform’. No reform ever happens. What does happen is that the person who has just pronounced then spends the next few years clocking up a whole load of appointments with other organisations in the field, all of whom agree that Something Must Be Done and who promise a new vision.

Meanwhile, another person succeeds the post which has just been vacated, someone else who, like the last incumbent, has the necessary CV involving some sort of career which has involved keeping quiet for decades about state wrongdoing that has been concealed at the highest levels . After seven or eight years, they too will stand down, announce that the system is terrible, write a book and then take a senior role in organisations which promise a new vision, a new line of researching the problem etc etc.

Ronnie Waterhouse went one better than this. After a lifetime of service to a paedophile gang as a corrupt barrister and then a corrupt judge, Ronnie Chaired the monumental cover-up which was the massively expensive public inquiry into the activities of that paedophile ring and subsequently became Patron of the charidee Voices From Care, representing kids in care. One of the Trustees then nicked the funds.

So I was delighted to read in the media this weekend that there is a mental health crisis in the UK, we’re all mentally ill on a scale never seen before…1 in 4… a Cinderella service…caring nurses exhausted…no community services…talking treatments needed…all a matter of funding and resources…

I think that we’ve been here before. I was first subjected to this discourse by a nurse called Ingrid when I sat in the North Wales Hospital, unlawfully imprisoned in Dec 1986. I told Ingrid that this was a thoroughly abusive, corrupt institution staffed by people who did not give a damn about the patients. Ingrid yelled at me that they cared and it was very offensive of me to state that they didn’t. She then walked off in tears. Ingrid wasn’t Dafydd, but she knew what he was doing and when after a very long time and a pitched battle on my part to finally get an investigation held into my complaint – which was Chaired by Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass who concealed Dafydd’s crimes anyway (see post ‘Enter Professor Bluglass CBE’) – Ingrid refused to give evidence at the hearing.

Now stop this nonsense, get a team out to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and excavate the whole site. Bring those bodies up, admit that they were concealed there in the 1970s and 80s, not the 1870s and 80s, identify them and face the world with what has gone on. Then never again consult the BMA, the GMC or the Royal Colleges on any health or social policy matter.

‘We didn’t know.’

Then how did those bodies find their way there? And why were their owners never reported missing? Denis Nilsen murdering young homeless men whom no-one even realised had vanished had nothing on the North Wales Hospital.

 

The first Chief Inspector of Prisons for England and Wales to be appointed was Philip Barry, who only served between 1981-82. Dafydd’s empire was at full strength at this time, although there was all that dreadful publicity about Mary Wynch who had been unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd only two years previously and was now taking the first steps on her path to legal action against Dafydd, Clwyd Health Authority and Risley Remand Centre. Other people were suffering as badly as Mary had. The Birmingham Six and many others were languishing in various prisons after having been framed and kids in care and mental health patients, many of whom had also been fitted up, were dying in Risley Remand Centre (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

Curiously enough, the internet seems to have been erased of virtually all details pertaining to Philip Barry, although he also held the role of Chief Inspector for Prisons for Scotland, 1980-86.

Sir James Patrick Ivan Hennessey succeeded Philip Barry and was Chief Inspector of Prisons for England and Wales, 1982 -87. Dafydd’s regime was still so much intact that in 1987 he and his colleagues embarked on a well planned co-ordinated attempt to frame me and have me imprisoned for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’ (see posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’). The plan fell apart after Sergeant Morgan at Bangor Police Station and a senior nurse, Jeff Crowther, didn’t tell the required lies. Within two years Sgt Morgan had been found guilty of indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in custody and was sacked. Jeff seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty before his trial had begun. Shortly before the Waterhouse Inquiry, Jeff’s wife died whilst ‘in the care of’ Ysbyty Gwynedd. A few weeks later Jeff had to go into hiding after an addict threatened to murder him. Jeff left north Wales not long after. Documents in my possession demonstrate that Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission were on board with the plan to frame and imprison me.

 

James Hennessey was educated at Bedford School and then King’s College, Durham (now part of Newcastle University). He joined the Royal Artillary and was later being seconded to the Indian Army, 1944-46. After WWII, Hennessy joined what was then HM Overseas Service, serving initially in South Africa from 1948 in a number of roles. He was seconded in 1961 to the Office of the High Commissioner in Pretoria and took on a number of positions in the Gov’t of South Africa. Hennessey retired from the Overseas Service in 1968 and was appointed to the Foreign Office, serving as Charge d’Affaires to Montevideo, Uruguay, 1971–72 and then High Commissioner to Kampala, Uganda and non-resident Ambassador to Kigali, Rwanda, 1973–76. Hennessey served as Consul-General in Cape Town, 1977-80, before ending his career as the last Governor and Commander-in-Chief of British Honduras (now Belize), 1980–81.

Hennessy’s wiki entry tells us that he was appointed Chief Inspector of Prisons, taking over from Bill Pearce, ‘previously the Chief Inspector of Probation for Inner London whose tenure as HMCIP was cut short by illness’. Bill Pearce is someone else who has been airbrushed out of history, but him being the Chief Inspector of Probation for Inner London at a time when the Probation Service across the UK was colluding with serious crime including the organised abuse of children and vulnerable adults suggests that the Prisons Inspectorate made an interesting choice when they appointed him. The Home Secretary at the time was Willie Whitelaw who was a faithful servant of Dafydd and the paedophiles for decades (see previous posts).

James Hennessey served a five-year term until 1987. After stepping down, Hennessy served on the Parole Board for England and Wales until 1991, joining the paedophiles’ friends sitting on the Parole Board, including the Top Docs who colluded with Dafydd, ie. Colin Berry, David Mawson and others.

Hennesey was a Trustee of the Butler Trust until 1998.The Butler Trust was named after Mr Conservative Party Rab Butler, who influenced criminal justice policy for decades after he retired from politics (see post ‘Rab Butler, High Table And The Founding Fathers’). The Butler Trust was set up in 1985 by Veronica Linklater, former prison governor Rev Peter Timms and David Astor, former editor of ‘The Observer’, to recognise and celebrate outstanding practice by those working with offenders, through an annual award scheme.

Veronica Linklater, Baroness Linklater of Butterstone is a Lib Dem peer. Her interests are in children’s welfare, education and special needs, and prison reform. Linklater is the daughter of Lieutenant-Colonel Archibald Michael Lyle and the Hon. Elizabeth Sinclair, younger daughter of the former Leader of the Liberal Party, 1935-45, Archibald Sinclair, 1st Viscount Thurso.

Veronica’s grandfather Sinclair was a friend of Churchill and served as Churchill’s Personal Military Secretary, 1919-21, when Churchill was Secretary of State for War and then moved with Churchill to the Colonial Office as his Private Secretary. In 1922 Sinclair entered the Commons and supported David Lloyd George. In 1931 the Liberal Party joined the National Gov’t of Ramsay MacDonald and Sinclair was appointed Secretary of State for Scotland. When Churchill formed an all-party Coalition Government in 1940, Sinclair entered the Cabinet as Secretary of State for Air and worked with the RAF in planning the Battle of Britain. He remained a Minister until May 1945 when the Coalition ended. Sinclair lost his seat in the 1945 General Election.

Archibald Sinclair’s grandson, Veronica’s cousin, John Archibald Sinclair, 3rd Viscount Thurso, is also a Lib Dem politician, as well as a Scottish businessman. He occupied his grandfather’s seat in the Commons, 2001-15. John Thurso had entered the Lords when he inherited his father’s title in 1995, but lost his seat in 1999 when the automatic right of hereditary peers to sit in the Lords when abolished. After losing his seat in the Commons, Thurso was back in the Lords in April 2016, after winning a by-election to a vacancy in the Lords following the death of Liberal Party grandee Lord Avebury aka Eric Lubbock, a faithful paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’). John Thurso’s father Robin, the 2nd Viscount Thurso was also a Liberal Party politician and sat on the Scottish Liberal Party Executive.

The male Thursos all went to Eton and they’ll all have known about the excesses of Jeremy Thorpe.

Veronica didn’t go to Eton, being female, but she knew about Jeremy Thorpe. As well as Cyril Smith and no doubt all the others. Veronica was educated at Cranborne Chase School in Wiltshire, followed by the Universities of Sussex and London. In 1967 Veronica married the journalist Magnus Linklater. Magnus Linklater pompouses at length in the media and is on record as saying that ‘the social sciences and humanities are automatically inferior explanatory models’ to the sciences. Magnus Linklater was the editor of ‘The Sunday Times’ when in 1983 it made itself a laughing stock by publishing the forged Hitler Diaries. Linklater later blamed it all on Murdoch, claiming that of course he, Magnus, saw straight through the forgeries but Murdoch forced him to publish. Which sounds rather like an inferior explanatory model to me Magnus.

Magnus manages the Scottish estates of Veronica’s family – like Veronica’s male relatives, Magnus went to Eton and he was also Chairman of the Scottish Arts Council, 1996-01. Which neatly spanned the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry, it’s publication and the immediate aftermath when the outrage regarding the blatant cover-up was at its peak. I cannot think how being Chairman of the Scottish Arts Council could be linked to Waterhouse, but I bet it was because of a few of Veronica’s former jobs.

In 1967, Veronica became a Child Care Officer for the London Borough of Tower Hamlets and between 1970–85, she became governor to three Islington Schools. Tower Hamlets sent a lot of kids in care into the arms of John Allen and the paedophile gang in north Wales (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng And Tessa Jowell’). Many of them were then trafficked back to London and Brighton, where some of them made up the cohort of high profile young men who died of AIDS in the late 1980s (see posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Buried Beneath Canary Wharf’). The Islington Child Abuse Scandal was in full swing while Veronica was governor of those schools and she will have known about it.

 

Veronica’s good works knew no bounds. From 1971-77, Veronica co-founded the Visitors’ Centre at Pentonville Prison and her continuing interest in this field led to her involvement with the Prison Reform Trust, 1981-82.

Baroness Jean Trumpington served as a visitor at Pentonville Prison. Trumpers was the junior Health Minister who appointed Jimmy Savile to the task force which managed Broadmoor. Trumpers was also mates with Rab Butler, after his political career, in his capacity as Master of Trinity College, Cambridge. See post ’95 Glorious Years’.

Veronica is a Trustee of the Esmee Fairbairn Foundation.

Veronica bagged her peerage in Nov 1997. After Ronnie Waterhouse had spent a few months telling the former residents of the children’s homes in north Wales that they were a bunch of lying gits who were only after compensation.

 

The Rev Peter Timms, who established the Butler Trust with Veronica, is a Methodist Minister and the former Governor of Maidstone Prison and Young Offenders Institute Glen Parva. When he was Governor of Maidstone Prison, Peter Timms opened the first prison wing related to the treatment of sex offenders. Peter Timms would have known George Thomas, the former Speaker of the House, who was probably the most well-known Methodist in the UK for decades and who preached across the country. George Thomas was also a paedophile who serially assaulted underaged boys. See post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’.

Glen Parva is located in Leicestershire, the site of a long standing paedophile ring, which was concealed by politicians, Leicester University, Leicester City Council, the Leicestershire Police, local lawyers and courts, the areas schools and of course the NHS and social services (see previous posts). The Leicester gang had links to Dafydd et al in north Wales and concealed their crimes (see post ‘An Expert From England’)

In 1997, the Chief Inspector of Prisons walked out of an inspection at Glen Parva because conditions were so bad. After a subsequent inspection a year later, the report stated that there was ‘hope for the future’ for the prison but added that a lot of work still needed to be done and recommended that some staff should be moved because of their attitude towards inmates. In July 2002, four inmates from Glen Parva escaped whilst on a camping trip in the Peak District. In its annual report in 2003, the Board of Visitors revealed two serious cases of unrest at Glen Parva. On one occasion, 16 inmates barricaded themselves inside a building. The report blamed an unprecedented rise in the number of inmates at the prison and also the fact that some inmates were bored and unsettled, finding themselves hundreds of miles from home.

In Nov 2004, the Prison Reform Trust condemned Glen Parva for the high amount of time inmates spent in their cells and for the lack of time spent in ‘useful activity’ at the prison. Statistics for 2003-2004 showed that on average inmates spent just 17.3 hours a week in useful activity, and an average of just another seven hours a week out of their cells.

In Feb 2010 the Prisons Independent Monitoring Board (IMB) described conditions at Glen Parva as ‘deplorable’. Their report said ‘water from the prison’s poorly-maintained toilet plumbing system leaked out of the pipes and seeped through the walls,’ causing ‘a horrible smell that fills the corridors and cells on regular occasions’ and that the prison ‘operates within the confines of a sprawling campus of largely shabby buildings which continue to degrade over time, despite the best efforts of the management and staff.’ The Board also warned that the policy of transferring prisoners into Glen Parva from other regions ‘has recently introduced an increasing level of gang rivalry, thereby adding yet another dimension to an already toxic melting pot’.

In Aug 2016, ambulance personnel called to the prison criticised staff for their lack of urgency when faced with a life threatening medical emergency. The Healthcare Centre at Glen Parva has 14 inpatient beds with 24-hour nursing cover. Many health services at the prison are provided by Leicestershire Primary Care Trust. Whose staff have concealed organised abuse and a dangerous mental health service for years.

Towards the end of 2016 it was announced that HMP Glen Parva would close and be replaced with a newly built category C adult prison. It will be completely demolished and redeveloped with a new built prison on the site.

The Rev Peter Timms is or was Chair of the Loudon Trust. The other members of the Loudon Trust are virtually entirely Top Docs working in secure mental health units specialising in ‘treatment’ for sex offenders. Every one of the institutions in which this lot are employed has colluded with organised abuse and the associated crime.

 

Veronica’s and Peter Timms’s mate David Astor built up a reputation as an impeccably liberal editor with integrity and a concern for radical causes. David Astor forgot any such concerns when he was called upon to help handle the family crisis which was the fall out from the Profumo Affair (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

 

The Chief Inspector of Prisons 1987-95 was judge Sir Stephen Tumim. Tumim was appointed by Dafydd’s mate Douglas Hurd and although Tumim made many outraged noises about the disgusting conditions in England and Wales’s prisons, not a great deal changed. The Risley Remand Centre riots happened on Tumim’s watch and although Tumim was not shy in describing the conditions in Risley as terrible and Michael Mansfield represented some of the rioters, no-one mentioned that the ‘hospital wing’ was full of people from children’s homes in north Wales and mental health patients, who had not been found guilty of any offence (see posts ‘Workers’Play Time’ and ‘Include Me Out’). Risley went off like a bomb in 1989, which was shortly after people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales began to find themselves rubbing shoulders with the renegade relatives of leading Tories and their friends and in receipt of a great deal of money themselves (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’).

 

Tumim was the son of a barrister and was educated at St Edward’s School, Oxford and Worcester College, Oxford. In 1978 Tumim became a County Court Circuit Judge. Tumim’s contract was not renewed by Home Secretary Michael Howard in 1995 and David Ramsbotham was appointed.

Tumim was knighted soon afterwards, just before the Waterhouse Inquiry. He served on many charitable trusts and was close to numerous paedophiles’ friends who involved themselves in supposedly worthy causes, including some of those directly associated with the cover-up which was Waterhouse (see post ‘The Waterhouse  Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’).

Tumim was the founding President of UNLOCK, the National Association of Ex-Offenders. Between 1996-98 he was Principal of St Edmund Hall, Oxford, leaving amidst some controversy (he was popular with students, less so with academic colleagues). He was High Steward for Wallingford, 1995-01. Tumim was on the committee and a buyer for the Contemporary Art Society. He was President of the Royal Literary Fund, 1990-03.

  • Dame Anne Elizabeth Owers succeeded David Ramsbotham as Chief Inspector of Prisons and was in post, 2001-10. Blair’s Gov’t was so pleased with Anne Owers that her appointment was renewed in June 2006 and again in March 2008. Anne Owers had also pursued a career which involved keeping quiet about state abuses, which will have been why Home Secretary David Blunkett appointed her. When Home Secretary, Blunkett gave a Citizen’s Award to a woman who lived in a village near Caernarfon who intimidated neighbours with mental health problems, who spoke out in the local press about the problem of mentally ill black criminals and who was related to someone who raped a girl under 7 yrs old, but the rest of the village were intimidated into keeping quiet about that.
  • Owers was educated at  Washington Grammar School, Co Durham and studied history at Girton College, Cambridge. On graduating Owers went to Zambia to teach. Owers took time out to raise a family and also undertook ‘research and voluntary advice and race relations work’. She joined the Joint Council for the Welfare of Immigrants in 1981 as a research and development officer and was appointed its General Secretary in 1985. In June 2008, Owers was appointed Chairman of Christian Aid, succeeding John Gladwin. In 2010 Owers was appointed Chairman of Clinks, a charidee supporting the work of the voluntary and community sector working with offenders and their families and also Chaired a review of prisons in N Ireland, 2010-11. In March 2012 Owers was appointed Chair of the Independent Police Complaints Commission. Prior to this, she was Director of JUSTICE.
  • Owers was appointed as the first National Chair of the Independent Monitoring Boards by in Oct 2017 by Justice Secretary David Lidington. Lidington’s name, in his capacity as a junior official in the Home Office, appeared on Home Office documentation in relation to Lord Peter Taylor’s 1989 interim Report into Hillsborough, a Report which it seems was drafted before the Home Office stated that it was completed and which was not actually signed by Lord Taylor. Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary at the time. When porkies were being told by the Home Office about Peter Taylor’s Report, the Home Office were colluding with the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophile gang (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

Owers was also a non-executive Director of the Criminal Cases Review Commission and a member of the advisory group to the Lammy Review of race and criminal justice. Like James Hennessy, Owers  is a Trustee of the Butler Trust.

In 2012 Anne Owers won the Perrie Award. The Perrie Award has been presented annually since 1995 by the Perrie Lectures Committee to the person who has done most to promote an understanding of the work of the Prison Service in England and Wales and pushed forward the development of penal policy. The award and the associated lectures aim to improve the care of offenders and advance penal policy. The organising committee is made up of members from within the penal service (National Offender Management Service, NOMS) and from academia, charities and other fields.

Six years after Dame Anne won the Perrie Award, there has been a stream of scandals emanating from prisons in England and Wales. Prisoners are either out of their heads on spice or are injuring and killing themselves and in recent months it has been admitted that there is a substantial problem with the standard of ‘training’ of prison officers. Conditions at Liverpool Prison were damned as being the worst that the prison has experienced for decades only a few weeks ago and builders contracted by Liverpool Prison were dismissed after they raised Health and Safety concerns. The perennial problem of the prisons being full of people with mental health problems or addictions rather than villains continues.

The outcomes of the NOMS itself remain depressingly poor.

The Perrie award was named in honour of Bill Perrie (1918-1997), regarded as one of the leading prison governors of his time. Because conditions in prisons were just so great when Bill was busy being a leading governor weren’t they. Previous lucky winners of the Perrie Award include Stephen Tumim and David Ramsbotham. Why does that not surprise me? Other winners include Tony Pearson (former Deputy Director, Prison Service); John Staples (former prison governor); Lord Chief Justice Woolf; Colin Allen (Deputy Chief Inspector of Prisons, 1995-02); Sir Martin Narey, former DG of Prison Service for England and Wales and a good friend of the paedophiles (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’); Alison Liebling of Cambridge University, who is one member of the network of criminologists who have kept silent about some real horrors discussed in my post ‘Rab Butler, High Table And The Founding Fathers’.

As Young Mr Grace used to say on ‘Are You Being Served’ ‘You’re all doing very well!’

 

Former Christian Aid Chairman John Gladwin was Bishop of Guildford, 1994-04, then of Chelmsford from 2004 until he retired in 2009, whereupon he became Chairman of CAB. John Gladwin would have known about the sex abuse scandals in the Church which have now become very public.

Lucille Hughes has been involved with the senior management of the CAB in Wales for quite some time and has attracted more paedophiles’ friends into the organisation. Ronnie Waterhouse was involved with the establishment of the CAB in the Royal Courts of Justice at The Strand, a CAB which was entirely controlled by a number of people who also doubled up as paedophiles’ friends. When the gang in north Wales took me to the Royal Courts of Justice in 1991 in an attempt to have me imprisoned, I didn’t notice the CAB of which Ronnie boasted and no-one alerted me to its presence either.

Someone who has been involved with Christian Aid in Wales for many years – I think that she was Director of Christian Aid in Wales at one point – was Branwen Niclas. Branwen caused quite a stir when I lived near Bethesda as a result of her Welsh language activism; she had a long involvement with the Welsh Language Society. She very effectively trashed some sort of Gov’t office at Colwyn Bay – I can’t remember which one exactly – for which she was imprisoned. I think that Branwen was at one point the girlfriend of Hywel Williams, the former psychiatric social worker who is now the Plaid MP for Arfon.

Branwen’s family home ie. that of her parents, was near Tal-y-bont, down the bottom of the hill from the village where I lived. I was friendly with some people who knew her father, mathematician and teacher James Nicholas. James Nicholas died in 2013 and Meic Stephens wrote his obituary for the Indie.

James Nicholas, served as Archdruid for the Gorsedd of the Bards, 1981-84 and had won the Chair at the National Eisteddfod of 1969. He ‘lent his support to the law-breaking campaigns of the Welsh Language Society and, further afield, the horrors of apartheid and the plight of the Third World were always prominent on his agenda’.

James Nicholas was influenced by the pacifist poet Waldo Williams (1904-71), with whom he had a close personal friendship. He wrote about Waldo’s mysticism and attraction in later life to Quakerism, delivered a moving funeral address, edited a volume of memorial essays and gave lectures on Williams.

James Nicholas was born in St David’s in Pembrokeshire in 1928. Because as a school boy he spent two years in a sanatorium, he was 20 before he left St David’s Grammar School for the University College of Wales, Aberystwyth, where he took a degree in mathematics. His first teaching post was at Bala.

Nicholas then moved to Dyfed, being appointed Head of Mathematics at Pembroke in 1959 and Headmaster of Ysgol y Preseli at Crymych in 1963.

As well as Branwen, the Nicholas’s had another daughter, Saran, who is a Top Doctor, a haematologist with Hywel Dda University Health Board.

James Nicholas was a staunch member of the Welsh Baptist Union, which he served as President. During his time as Headmaster at Crymych he was awarded a fellowship in the Philosophy Department at the University College, Swansea. From 1975 until his retirement in 1988, Nicholas was a member of HM Inspectorate of Schools and based in Gwynedd.

Meic Stephens tells us that Nicholas ‘proved a pillar of common sense and the utmost integrity while acting as Recorder’ at the National Eisteddfod.

 James Nicholas knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles, of that there is no doubt. He lived his entire life surrounded by them. I do not interpret that as meaning that James was of them or even liked what they were doing, he could well have been horrified yet helpless, but he knew what was happening.
There were trafficking gangs in west Wales and in north Wales, which were linked. Swansea University hosted Dafydd’s mate Saunders Lewis and the succeeding generation who ran that institution were the family of Rhodri Morgan (see posts ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ and ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Numerous paedophiles’ friends were enthusiastic about the National Eisteddfod, as was Dafydd. Dafydd addressed the Welsh Baptists Union in 1971 (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’). Owain Gethin Evans was the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services in the 1980s when the gang were busy in the children’s homes in Gwynedd and was a leading light in the Quakers in Gwynedd. Gethin was Lucille Hughes’s henchman and was involved in smearing and excluding Alison Taylor after she blew the whistle on the abuse of children. Dr Paul Nickson, a GP in Bethesda, was another Quaker who colluded with the abuse of children and mental health patients (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’).
When James Nicholas was employed as a Schools Inspector in Gwynedd, numerous staff in Gwynedd schools and in Gwynedd County Council’s Education Authority were colluding with the abuse of children (see posts ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ and ‘Dulce et Decorum est’).
Branwen will have known something about Dafydd and the gang as well. The Welsh Language Society contained mates of Dafydd – although by no means all members of the Welsh Language Society had time for him – and Meri Huws occupied a leading role in the Welsh Language Society when Branwen was actively campaigning with them. Meri Huws worked as a community social worker with Gwynedd Social Services on the Maesgeirchan estate in Bangor when the kids from Ty’r Felin children’s homes on that estate were being trafficked for sex locally and to Dolphin Square. Branwen may well be one of those who detested Meri – a great many people involved in language activism don’t have a good word to say for Meri and I have never seen any accounts of Branwen and her fellow activist Angharad Tomos being involved in anything with the dreadful Meri – but Branwen will have known what Meri’s time as a social worker involved.
I note that Branwen’s twitter account describes her as a mother of four who lives in Menai Bridge. Branwen’s tweets contain references to all sorts of activism past and present and there are the obligatory tweets pledging undying support for the NHS. Therein lies the clue. Branwen, her Top Doc sister, her dad and everyone else in their network will know that the Top Doctors were integral to the operation of that trafficking gang and are now integral to ensuring that everyone keeps quiet about them. Squealers find themselves denied all NHS care, no matter how many denials of this are made. It happens and everyone knows it. Branwen has four children, I can completely understand why she is not going to risk it.
Well dim problem Branwen, they killed one of my closest friends years ago and they’ve denied me treatment for every one of the three serious conditions that I’ve had. I was left to die and this was made quite clear. A letter from an NHS manager admitting that I was being denied treatment was destroyed by a GP because of the legal bomb which it constituted (see post ‘Rab Butler, High Table And The Founding Fathers’). So I’m happy to write this blog, name everybody involved and detail their crimes and furthermore I’m providing this service free of charge.
Branwen’s father lived just down the road from the corrupt judge Huw Daniel, who spent a lifetime assisting the paedophiles’ friends. Huw’s dad J.E. Daniel was a tutor at the Bala Theological College. J.E. Daniel was an Inspector of Schools in the generation before James Nicholas. J.E. Daniel was also a friend of Saunders Lewis who was a mate of Dafydd’s! Up the hill from Branwen’s dad’s house was the village of Llanllechid, where Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council lived (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).
James Nicholas, Ioan Bowen Rees and Huw Daniel all occupied a Plas. The rest of us slummed it in the quarrymen’s cottages.

 

Nick Hardwick was Chief Inspector of Prisons, 2010-16. Nick is someone who built his whole career on his knowledge of the crimes of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’) and was succeeded by Peter Clarke.

When Peter Clarke was appointed, Mark Leech, editor of ‘The Prisons Handbook’, published a highly insulting ‘open letter’ to Peter Clarke, giving Peter Clarke a bollocking for not being Nick Hardwick. Mark Leech seemed very cross that Clarke was not an insider with a track record of keeping quiet about Gov’t failure and wrongdoing, but instead has had a career as a police office. Mr Leech reminded Mr Clarke of the great work of those giants Stephen Tumim and David Ramsbotham…

Peter Clarke was personally invited to apply for the position of Chief Inspector of Prisons by Michael Gove when Gove was Justice Secretary. Gove did insane things when he was Education Secretary, but he was suddenly overcome by a great deal of sense when he became Justice Secretary and Lord Chancellor. He identified which parties were responsible for the nation’s lethal, sclerotic, corrupt Prison Service and Gove did try to effect change. So that must have been why he was removed by Theresa after only one year in the post and was replaced by the drip Liz Truss and then by the former minion in Hurd’s rotten to the core Home Office, David Lidington.

 

I mentioned the Prison Reform Trust (PRT) earlier in this post. The PRT is yet another organisation which has made zero impact since its foundation in 1981 by a ‘small group of prison reform campaigners who were unhappy with the direction in which the Howard League for Penal Reform was heading, concentrating more on community punishments than on traditional prison reform issues’. PRT offers advice and information to prisoners, their families, prison and probation staff, the legal profession, students, academics and interested members of the public. PRT organise an annual lecture, which in 2005 was delivered by Charles Clarke, the Home Secretary. That’ll be the Charles Clarke who was responsible for the Windbag’s office throughout those years when the Windbag desperately wanted to become PM and his only strategy for this was to conceal the mountain of crap in north Wales and beg the staff of the NHS to vote Labour (see post ‘I Warn You…’). The Windbag knew Dafydd’s colleague Tony Francis when they were students in Cardiff. I wonder if Charles Clarke ever bumped into Tony Francis, Dafydd and co were busy making friends all over the place after Brown and I began to uncover the enormity of their crimes.

The Windbag and his wife listening to Ed’s 2013 Party Conference speech:

Neil Kinnock Ed Miliband Gives Keynote Speech at Party Conference

 

The Prison Reform Trust carries out research on all aspects of prison. Recent studies include: prisoners’ views on prison education, the mental health needs of women prisoners, older prisoners, prisoner councils, foreign national prisoners, prisoner votes and a report into how sentences make the decision to imprison offenders.

Founding members included Sir Monty Finniston and dear old Veronica Linklater, who is obviously determined to help those who have gone off the rails.

Monty Finniston was metallurgist who was a graduate of and then a lecturer at the Glasgow University. He spent WWII in the Royal Naval Scientific Service, seconded to the Chalk River Laboratories in Canada, working on the application of nuclear power to submarines.  After the war Finniston was appointed Chief Metallurgist at the Atomic Energy Authority, Harwell, 1948-58.

Finniston initiated and oversaw a wide-ranging research programme into the many metallurgical problems associated with nuclear reactor design. In 1958 Finniston moved to north-east England to become Director of the Nuclear Research Centre newly founded by the Newcastle engineering firm C.A. Parsons. He was Vice-President of the Royal Society, 1971-2 and became Chairman of British Steel Corporation in 1973.

In response to complaints from industry about a shortage of qualified engineers, in 1977 Callaghan’s Gov’t invited Finniston to set up a Committee of Enquiry into British Engineering. In 1979 the Finniston Report was published, which addressed the concerns that engineering was of relatively low status in the UK.

Sir Monty Finniston was Chancellor of Stirling University, 1979-88. He was President of the Association for Project Management, 1984-91. 

There is nothing in Finniston’s biography that indicates why he would be interested in Chairing an organisation dedicated to prison reform. However, as someone who worked in the nuclear industry at Harwell during the 1950s, Finniston would know about Macmillan’s cover-up which followed the Windscale accident, which occurred just after Dafydd had left his job at Windscale to study medicine at Liverpool University. Like Dafydd, Finniston will have known about the corrupt practices of Ernest Marples, one of the Ministers involved and his use of prostitutes. See post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ for details.

It was in 1980 that Mary Wynch finally escaped the clutches of Dafydd and the gang after being unlawfully arrested, imprisoned and then banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year. Like Alison Taylor and I, Mary was not easily intimidated and in 1980 Dafydd et al will have realised that there was trouble coming their way. So I wonder if someone somewhere thought that a new organisation concerning itself with locking people up, rather than as the Howard League were more interested in, community sentences, might be required in the wake of Mary’s dissent? Whatever would have happened if Mary’s case was used by campaigners to highlight the abuses of the Prison Service?  Monty Finniston might have been willing to help.

Monty was an accommodating man after all. He was a leading light in the nuclear industry which was beset by problems with the potential to cause maximum embarrassment to Gov’ts and he helped out old Callaghan by setting up the Committee of Inquiry as requested. Monty also did Gov’t a few favours when he was Chancellor of Stirling University. Stirling students were fairly politically active and there was a huge row as well as student protests when the journalist Alastair Hetherington was appointed to a Research Chair in 1982 (see post ‘Life In Cold Blood’). Hetherington had no academic background, but he was the sort of appointment that Thatch’s Gov’t were trying to encourage universities to make, that of people with links to Gov’t and industry who excelled at toadying to Important People.

Monty was Chancellor when Jack McConnell, who later became FM of Scotland, was a student at Stirling and then led the Students’ Union there.

 

Stephen Shaw was Director of PRT from 1981-99 and then became the Prisons and Probation Ombudsman for England and Wales, 1999-10. In 2001 Shaw’s remit was extended to taking complaints about National Probation Service and in 2006 was extended again to taking complaints regarding those detained in immigration centres. A whole series of disasters and scandals occurred when Stephen Shaw was Director of the PRT and nothing improved in any of the areas for which he had responsibility.

 

Sir Monty Finniston was succeeded as Chair of the PRT by the former Cabinet Minister, Edmund Dell, the MP for Birkenhead, 1964-79. Dell began life in the Commons as a Labour MP but in 1981 he joined Dr Death in the SDP. In 1988, Dell became a Lib Dem.

Birkenhead was part of the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). The lefties of Liverpool were fully complicit with Dafydd’s crimes, but then so were Dr Death and his Top Doctor mates. Dr Death’s former colleagues at St Thomas’s were mates of Dafydd’s, they weren’t simply keeping quiet because it was politically expedient to do so like Eric Heffer and co.

Edmund Dell was born in London and served in the Royal Artillary in WWII. He was educated at Dame Alice Owen’s School and Queen’s College, Oxford, where he was a member of the Communist Party, as his future ministerial colleague Denis Healey had been before the war.

Dell began work for ICI in Manchester as an overseas sales manager, specialising in Latin American trade and eventually rose to Vice President of the Plastics Division. In 1953 he was elected to Manchester City Council and served for seven years. Dafydd’s mate Professor Kenneth Rawnsley and his network dominated the psychiatric services in Manchester in the late 1950s/first half of the 60s, before Rawnsley relocated to Cardiff and continued to collude with the wrongdoing of the north Wales gang from there (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy’).

Dell stood unsuccessfully for Parliament in 1955. He was dissuaded from standing for Parliament in 1959 by ICI on the grounds that it would make promotion to the highest ranks of the company difficult. However, he eventually gave in to the temptation of Parliament and was elected for Birkenhead in 1964. He served as Parliamentary Private Secretary to Jack Diamond, then Parliamentary Secretary for Technology under Tony Benn in 1966 and as a junior Minister under Peter Shore in 1967.

Tony Benn knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the role that Dafydd et al in north Wales were playing in it. I wrote to Tony Benn some years before he died about the abuse of mental health patients in north Wales and he simply wrote back saying ‘sorry mental health is not my areas’. I wrote to him because I had been told that he was interested in disability issues. Tony Benn was rather more interested in Top Doctors. He had very good links with St Thomas’s Hospital and both he and his wife were treated there.

‘Please don’t kill me Top Docs, just take revenge on the service users. I’m useful to you! I can campaign to prevent your failing dangerous units being closed down, I can vote for you to have an even bigger salary and never face charges of corporate manslaughter, you know us in Parliament, we’re so craven that we just do exactly as you order us to…’

I really am mystified as to how politicians on the left such as Tony Benn get away with their deep and meaningful friendships with them all at Tommy’s. Tommy’s has a well-established reputation as being the most elite of the London hospitals, it’s the place where one finds medical students who are actually titled members of the aristocracy but who just fancy dabbling in medicine for a bit. Furthermore it tends to be the Tommy’s consultants who are raking it in at Harley Street.

Peter Shore was someone else who knew about Dafydd et al. Shore was an East End Labour MP and children from his constituency were being packed off to children’s homes in north Wales. They then returned to Shore’s area as teenaged sex workers who were infected with HIV. There were so many of them dying that in the late 1980s, that Shore helped convert the old Mildmay Mission Hospital into a specialist unit for terminally ill AIDS patients (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

In 1968 Edmund Dell was promoted to Minister of State for Trade and then moved to Employment. When Harold Wilson returned to No 10 in 1974, Dell became Paymaster General and then Secretary of State for Trade and President of the Board of Trade, 1976-78 under Callaghan.

So Dell would have been a colleague of George Thomas the child molester and Leo Abse, Thomas’s mate who constantly got Thomas out of trouble, often breaking the law to do so (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Abse himself was investigated for historical child sex offences. Dell would also have known Greville Janner, Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith and the rest of them…

Dell served as a trustee of both the SDP and the Lib Dems and served as one of the SDP’s three representatives during emergency negotiations with the Liberals in Jan 1988 when it appeared the two parties’ merger might fall through after the failed launch by David Steel and Bob Maclennan of the joint manifesto, ‘Voices and Choices’. So Dell was obviously a trusted pair of safe hands.

After Parliament, Dell had a career in business as Chairman of Guinness Peat, founding Chairman of Channel 4 and as a Director of Shell Trading. In 1991-2 he was President of the London Chamber of Commerce and Industry. Channel 4 was packed with paedophiles’ friends pretending to be daring, but none of whom dared whisper anything about organised abuse, yet alone by politicians (see post ‘What’s Left? The Politics Of Social Justice’).

 

The Chair of the PRT who succeeded Edmund Dell was broadcaster and journalist Jon Snow. Douglas Hurd succeeded Jon Snow as PRT’s fourth Chair in Nov 1997. So Douglas of the corrupt Home Office and Douglas of the Kincora Boys’ Home cover-up when Douglas was N Ireland Secretary was installed as Chair of the PRT just as Ronnie Waterhouse finished taking evidence from the victims of Dafydd and the gang, who were told by Waterhouse and most of the world’s media that they were criminals who could not be believed. Of course they were criminals, the first thing that Dafydd and the gang did in response to any complaints about them was to fit the complainant up for a criminal offence and then tell everyone that they couldn’t be believed because they were criminals. Thank goodness Douglas was in post at the PRT to keep an eye on things.

Douglas was succeeded as Chair in Sept 2001 by Lord Robert Fellowes. Fellowes went to Eton as all the best penal reformers do and then worked as a banker for many years. In 1977 Fellowes was recruited to join the Royal Household as Assistant Private Secretary. He spent the next 20 years in the Lilibet’s Private Secretary’s Office, becoming Deputy Private Secretary to Lilibet in 1986 and Private Secretary in 1990, where he remained until 1999. Robert Fellowes would have been well-acquainted with Dame Mary Morrison, Lady Susan Hussey and Carlo then. As well as Backstairs Billy.

Robert Fellowes was the brother-in-law of Diana, Princess of Wales and is the first cousin of Ronald Ferguson, father of Sarah, Duchess of York. Major Ron entertained the nation when media reports appeared in 1988 featuring Major Ron’s visits to the Wigmore Club. The Wigmore Club was a health club and massage parlour in London staffed by girls who, dressed in starched white ‘medical’ gowns, allegedly offered à la carte sexual services to members.

Dafydd: Could you have got me a job there by any chance? That could have been a high risk strategy, unlike those whom you usually trafficked, I am someone who would have known who Major Ron was.

I heard something even better than that about Major Ron years after the Wigmore Club revelations. I used to work with someone who had spent their youth in the posh bits of London hanging out with posh people but not the sort of posh people who toadied to the Royal Family. This person used to watch the polo matches and was part of the crowd of young people who’s role it was to go onto the field and stamp the turf back down half-way through the match. I was told that Major Ron’s predilection for underaged girls was so well-known that my friend and her mates all sported home made badges saying ‘Major Ron’s Kiddie Sex Club’ to one of the polo matches just to see if anyone challenged them. Not one person dared mention it. Major Ron’s first wife Susan died in a car crash in Argentina in Sept 1998. After the horrific details of the lives of the kids in care in north Wales had been heard at the Waterhouse Inquiry, but before Ronnie published his Report reassuring the world that a paedophile ring had existed in north Wales, but it only involved a few Welsh sheep-shaggers who at most worked as teachers or social workers.

Major Ron was polo manager, initially to Phil the Greek and later, for many years, to Carlo. Major Ron had to resign as Carlo’s polo manager, as well as from his position with the Guards Polo Club after the business at the Wigmore Club. Which seems ridiculous considering that Peter Morrison’s associates were killing witnesses in north Wales.

In 1999 Robert Fellowes left his job at Sodom and Gomorrah in The Mall, bagged a peerage and returned to banking. He became Vice-Chairman, and then Chairman, of Barclays Private Banking. Fellowes is also a Company Director and a Trustee of the Rhodes Trust, the Mandela Rhodes Foundation and the Winston Churchill Memorial Trust. He is also Vice-Chairman of the Commonwealth Institute. Fellowes was Chairman of The Voices Foundation, 2004-12.

Who better to Chair the Prison Reform Trust? Here’s the great radical himself:

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Robert Fellowes is a distant relation of Julian Fellowes, but I don’t expect Robert Fellowes admits that to anyone, although Julian Fellowes will tell as many people as possible.

 

The inquest on Diana Princess of Wales and Dodi was carried out by Thomas Scott Baker. Thomas Scott Baker was a curious choice of coroner because Diana and Dodi’s inquests were the first that he’d ever performed. In 1995, Thomas Scott Baker was the judge who jailed Susan Brooke, a woman from north Wales, for abducting a baby from Ysbyty Glan Clwyd after receiving an ‘assessment’ on her from Dafydd et al after she’d been detained in Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. There are so many features of Susan Brooke’s case that are so worrying that I have previously blogged quite extensively about it, ‘So Who’s Path Had Susan Brooke Crossed?’, ‘More On The Susan Brooke Case’ and ‘Update On Cases Of Susan Brooke and Sara Thornton’.

A mate of Dafydd’s with no previous experience performing inquests on Royals who’ve died amidst allegations of foul play might be all in a day’s work for Lord Fellowes, but I find it rather worrying.

 

The Prison Reform Trust’s nemesis, the Howard League for Penal Reform, was founded 1886 and focuses on penal reform in England and Wales. It receives funding from the Legal Services Commission and holds Legal Aid contracts in order to represent and assist young people in custody. There does not seem to be quite so many flaky people involved with the Howard League for Penal Reform as there are with the PRT, but there are a few who are worth a mention.

The Chief Executive is Frances Crook, who joined as Director in 1986. Frances Crook graduated in history from Liverpool University, subsequently qualified as a teacher and worked in secondary schools in Liverpool and London until 1980. She won’t have been able to avoid knowing about some kids being neglected or abused then.

Crook was the campaigns co-coordinator at the British Section of Amnesty International, 1980-85, and served as a Labour Councillor for East Finchley in the London Borough of Barnet, 1982-90.

Crook has been a school governor and Chaired various local community organisations. She was a Governor of the University of Greenwich for 6 years and Chaired the Staff and General Committee, retiring in 2002. Crook served on the Board of the School Food Trust, 2005-08, the non-departmental public body charged with overseeing the implementation of national standards for school food to every school in England and Wales.

In 2009 Crook was appointed an NHS non-executive Director of Barnet Primary Care Trust and in 2010 she was appointed a Senior Visiting Fellow at the LSE.

Lord Alex Carlile QC, was appointed President of the Howard League for Penal Reform in 2006.

Alex Carlile is a barrister who grew up in Ruabon near Wrexham and in Lancashire. At one point he practised from Chambers in Chester when Chester was a hub of corruption among lawyers. Carlile was the Liberal MP who later held paedophiles’ friend Emlyn Hooson’s old seat, Montgomeryshire, 1983-97. Hooson was a big friend of Ronnie Waterhouse. In 1995 Alex Carlile was the last person to dare ask questions in Parliament regarding Mary Wynch’s case. Carlile was given a brief written answer informing him that Mary had been finally shafted by the Home Office the year previously, that no-one was admitting to anything and if Carlile knew what was good for him he’d say no more about it. He didn’t and he picked up his peerage in 1999 (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Carlile’s domestic life hit the press in Jan 2007 after he left his wife and began a relationship with a much younger barrister, Alison Levitt, leaving his wife distraught. Alison Levitt is Head of Business Crime at the London law firm Mishcon de Reya. Perhaps Dafydd and Robert Bluglass will be seeking her services soon.

Carlile was Chair of the 2006 Inquiry into physical restraint, solitary confinement and forcible strip searching of children in prisons, secure training centres and local council secure children’s homes. On 11 May and 6 June 2011, Lord Carlile held a follow-on Public Inquiry in the House of Lords. He put together an expert panel to advise and to give evidence to the Inquiry. This expert panel who gave both written and oral evidence consisted of Nick Hardwick (Her Majesty’s Chief Inspector of Prisons), Paul Cook (G4S children’s services), Eric Baskind (British Self Defence Governing Body, Liverpool John Moores University), Malcolm Stevens (JusticeCare Solutions), Laura Janes (Howard League for Penal Reform), John Drew (Youth Justice Board for England and Wales), Sue Berelowitz (Office of the Children’s Commissioner) and Carolyne Willow (CRAE).

With the experts that Alex drew together, is it surprising that nothing has changed?

Alex was highly effective at one thing however. He defended Paul Burrell, Diana’s butler, against charges that Burrell had nicked a load of Diana’s frocks, as well as a few other goodies. Things looked bad for Burrell, until someone somewhere found good cause to put Lilibet in the witness box if the trial went ahead, whereby Lilibet immediately realised that she had forgotten that Burrell had been given all the goodies, no question about it. If only Alex could have got such a result for Mary Wynch!

The legal firm whom Diana used to represent her in her divorce was Mishcon de Reya, who employ Alex’s wife Alison Levitt.

Alex was educated at Epsom College and King’s College London. He was called to the Bar by Gray’s Inn in 1970 and Alex is now a bencher at Gray’s Inn. Alex knew Sir William Mars-Jones, who concealed Dafydd’s crimes for years.

 

 

Now I’ve named more big wigs who oversee the activities of the paedophiles’ friends, I’ll finish off this post by identifying a few others who were witnesses to the wrongdoing themselves.

Firstly, Dr Vicky De Hoxa. I don’t know where Vicky is now, but until about 10 years ago she, her husband Robert and their friends ran a Christian healing centre at Bala. Vicky and her husband Robert were both Top Doctors, as was their business partner, I think he was called Peter. There was quite a demand for the services of Vicky and her colleagues, because a lot of people in Gwynedd simply could not get NHS treatment. Vicky heard some real horror stories and I gave her a blow by blow account of what was happening to me. Vicky did not accuse me of lying but she did become obviously very frightened by what she was hearing. She told me that after speaking to me and others, she could only conclude that there was ‘something evil’ at the Hergest Unit. There was, it was the staff. Vicky told me frankly that there were mental health units which were as dangerous as the Hergest Unit and the Gov’t would not close them down because under the provisions of the Mental Health Act, there has to be ‘hospital places’ for sectioned patients. Vicky also admitted that when units become as troubled as the Hergest Unit, good doctors simply won’t work there. Vicky and Robert’s own daughter was a Top Doctor in Leicester.

Vicky and her friends suddenly left north Wales some years ago, not long after they arrived. They didn’t give anyone much warning and a lot of patients were quite bereft. Vicky and her colleagues had invested much money into the Centre and it doubled up as a hotel. They had moved to Bala with the intention of beginning a long term project. There was a rumour going around that Vicky et al had sold the building because the business partners had fallen out with each other. I’d be very surprised if that was true, I saw no signs of friction among them, they took their Christianity seriously and I think they had all known each other for years. I think it very much more likely that Vicky and her friends fled, because they found something evil. The remains of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if they had been threatened. There were witnesses talking to Vicky, including me.

Another person who knows a great deal about the abuse of patients and crime in Ysbyty Gwynedd is Romy Lawson, who used to work at Bangor University. I used to share an office with Romy and I knew that one of her closest friends was a nurse who worked in the A&E Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Romy and her friend, Clare, knew what was happening to me and to other patients. Romy was always very careful what she said in front of me, but one day I was burrowing about in some cupboards and Romy and her friends did not realise that I was there. They were having an intense discussion about the neglect and abuse of mental health patients at the Hergest Unit and how Clare and the other staff in the A&E would call out the mental health staff when suicidal patients turned up in A&E, only to be told by the Hergest staff that they would not treat them. Romy was also discussing how the police were begging the Top Docs to treat suicidal patients, but Top Docs were snapping ‘we will not treat them’. The discussion moved on to how many Hergest patients were killing themselves after being refused treatment. I felt uncomfortable eavesdropping, so I showed myself and said yes, that is what is happening, they are unlawfully refusing to treat anyone who has complained. The room went silent and the conversation was changed to another subject.

I know why. It was because people were dying and Clare and her colleagues were implicated because no-one would blow the whistle. Romy doesn’t work at Bangor any longer. When Brown and me began publishing with regard to what was happening in the mental health services Romy emigrated. Just before Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Romy is now Professor Romy Lawson, Deputy Vice-Chancellor at Murdoch University in Perth, Australia.

If anyone visits Perth and bumps into Romy, how about asking her and her old pal Clare to make a statement about those patients whom they knew were being left to die? Romy might know a lot more as well. For years she worked as a warden in the halls of residence and told me how often she’d had to look after suicidal students because there was no functioning mental health service in Bangor. Romy commented that all she could do was ‘mop up the blood’ while she waited for the student’s parents to come and take them home.

Just one more thought re Romy. She wasn’t Welsh, she was from Manchester. She had grown up with a famous next door neighbour – the Chief Constable of Greater Manchester, the notorious James Anderton (see post ‘Rab Butler, High Table and The Founding Fathers’). Anderton was infamous for having an obsession with gays and prostitutes while his police force had been taken over by serious organised crime. Before Anderton retired, worrying stories appeared about him in the media suggesting that he was, er, mad. Anderton’s supporters robustly denied them, maintaining that these were smears from Anderton’s foes. So I asked Romy what he was like, as she had lived next door to him for years. She rolled around laughing and said ‘he was completely mad’. I asked if she meant that he was extreme in his anti-gay views. She replied that no, he’s mad, everyone knew it, we all kept away from him and he had his whole garden rigged out with special lights to catch evil spirits.

I could understand why Romy as a teenager was so entertained by her mad neighbour who was the highest ranking police officer in Greater Manchester. However, as competent adults in her 30s, she and her friend should not have been colluding with a bunch of maniacs at the Hergest Unit who were known to be leaving seriously ill people to die if they had made a complaint against the hospital.

 

Another rather more unlikely witness. Someone who works at Pentraeth Automotive near Menai Bridge who was a friend of Tony Francis. I don’t know his name, but he is either the owner of the garage or the senior manager. There were complaints about his behaviour towards women and it was Tony Francis who was reassuring everyone that he knew this man – he certainly did, Tony and his wife Sadie always had top of the range cars purchased from Pentraeth Automotive – and that it was the women who were the problem not the man at the garage. Which is what Francis said about me when I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd.

I heard another interesting account of the business practices of Pentraeth Automotive, this time involving ‘the boss’, a man called Ken. When I was working in a truly appalling care home on Anglesey in 2000, I witnessed a care assistant slap an elderly lady, catch the elderly lady’s skin with her fingernails and draw blood. I reported the assault to the care home owners and I was given a written warning for ‘breaching confidentiality’ when I admitted that I’d told another care assistant what happened. I walked out a couple of weeks later when I witnessed yet more abuse of patients. (I have blogged about all of this in a previous post.) Before I witnessed the care assistant assault the old lady, the care assistant told me that she and her husband purchased a car from Ken at Pentraeth Automotive on an HP agreement and within weeks couldn’t afford to pay for it. Ken announced that he would repossess the car. I thought oh well, fair enough, if you haven’t got the dosh. Not so. The slapping care assistant and her husband had an enormous row with Ken, let him know that they had the details of his many illegal practices and thus Ken let them keep the car without paying for it.

Why did the slapping care assistant not have the money for the car? Because her husband was keen on hard core porn which he was having imported at great cost. The slapping care assistant and her porn addicted husband had a teenaged son who was a student on a catering course at Coleg Menai. Because the family’s income was all going on porn, the Coleg Menai student applied for a hardship grant. He bloody well got it as well, I didn’t know any others who did. The slapping care assistant told me that she knew that her son had his head screwed on right because when the hardship grant arrived, he used it to buy some ‘good name trackie bottoms’.

I thought that the whole saga involving this family was hilarious – except for the slapping of a bedridden old lady – and I gave a full account to Brown. Brown told me that he agreed with the slapping care assistant, her son knew what he was doing. We didn’t have good name trackie bottoms, we didn’t have a hardship grant yet we weren’t importing hard core porn from Europe either. Neither did we have a car that we weren’t paying for. We haven’t scarpered to Australia and been given jobs as Deputy VCs either.

After making a merciful escape from the dreadful care home, Bryn Ceirios at Pentraeth, imagine my surprise when some months later I saw a feature in the local paper, placed by Coleg Menai, about their ‘star adult learner’. It was the slapping care assistant, the mum of the young man with good name trackie bottoms and the inhabitant of the house full of grumble vids fresh from Europe. Well Dorothy Griffiths, my real problem with you is that you violently assaulted an elderly lady and then did a deal with two negligent home owners to ensure that you remained in your job while I was the one who received a warning. However, the events involving Ken at Pentraeth Automotive, the European porn, the hardship grant and the good name trackie bottoms were certainly interesting, but what is most interesting of all is how with a track record like that, you managed to persuade Coleg Menai to award you their star learner gong and feature you in the local paper. Oooh let me guess – you had a load of shit on them???

 

The Top Doctors continue to make regular media appearances, firmly in denial regarding their own contribution to the parlous state of the NHS. BBC News Wales has featured Dr Mark Taubert, dispensing his wisdom about the difficulties of predicting how long terminally ill patients have to live. Dr Taubert is a palliative care specialist treating cancer patients, so I can understand that he can’t be precise when patients ask him how long they’ve got left, but it was a real laugh at the Hergest Unit to witness the Top Docs refuse to waste their time treating severely depressed people because they’re only going to kill themselves anyway. Do you know, the Top Docs were right, loads of those patients killed themselves. Years ago I asked Dafydd why there was such a high suicide rate among his patients. He put on a grave voice and told me that four out of ten severely mentally ill people end up killing themselves. Not only did Dafydd get the stats wrong, but he failed to address my point – why were there just so many people killing themselves in north Wales? Not that anyone gave a stuff, because ‘they all kill themselves anyway’.

Dr Mark Taubert isn’t Dafydd, Dr Taubert is a senior lecturer and Clinical Director at Velindre Hospital, which treats cancer patients in Cardiff. Welsh politicians love Velindre, they do like to pop down for a photo opportunity. Rhodri Morgan always managed to make it over to Velindre, as he refused to address the genocide in north Wales.

I found some interesting media coverage regarding Dr Taubert. Dr Taubert knows how to drum up a bit of good publicity for himself. In 2016 Dr Taubert achieved headlines after he wrote to David Bowie, thanking him for being an inspiration (what else??). What had Bowie done that was so inspirational? He’d died. Dr Taubert didn’t write to Bowie before his death, because David Bowie wanted a bit of privacy and no-one knew that he was dying. So Dr Taubert got in on the act and wrote to Bowie after his death. Not that he sent the letter to David Bowie – Dr Taubert uploaded his letter to David Bowie on the BMJ blog, so the world could read what he’d written to Bowie! No-one wrote back to Taubert and said why are you writing letters to dead people on the BMJ blog you publicity seeking tosser, but Duncan Jones – Bowie’s son – and Benedict Cumberbatch did write back to Dr Taubert thanking him on behalf of the dead rock star. This guaranteed full media coverage.

Dr Taubert’s letter to David Bowie observes that Bowie ‘chose’ to die at home and Taubert ponders on his own patients making such choices. Not only has Taubert wisely kept schtum about the multi millionaire Bowie choosing to live in Switzerland and not risk his neck with NHS Wales – Bowie probably heard about the circumstances in which Anne Clwyd’s husband died at the University Hospital in Cardiff – but Taubert fails to mention that most terminally ill patients do not have the choice of dying at home. There is huge pressure on people to die in hospital, where one’s final hours can consist of being dumped naked on a bed with one’s glass of water out of reach. Even if things are not as grim as that, the real biggie for cancer patients is that they can’t get the pain relief that they need if they stay at home and there’s bugger all home support available to nurse the dying. So unlike millionaires in Switzerland, they don’t have ‘choices’.

Mark’s letter to David Bowie waxed lyrical about Bowie’s music and stage personas. It didn’t mention the years that Bowie spent with a serious drug problem, which would have caused him to be refused treatment if he were an NHS patient in Gwynedd. It didn’t mention the bisexual swinging with the sort of young people whom Dafydd and the gang trafficked to London and Brighton and it didn’t mention the incredibly acrimonious divorce between Bowie and his wife Angie, which resulted in Angie threatening to go public about a great many things but being gagged by David and his expensive lawyers.

David Bowie was one of those who played at the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert on 20 April 1992, following Mercury’s death from AIDS. Like Bowie, Mercury kept his condition very quiet, although there are indications that he had known that he was HIV positive for a long time before he told even close friends.

The proceeds of the Tribute Concert were donated to AIDS research. My post ‘Apocalypse Now’ details the establishment of the first specialist AIDS hospice in the UK, the former Mildmay Mission Hospital in the East End. Most of the young men who died there were rent boys, many who had been trafficked from children’s homes in north Wales. The Top Docs and AIDS researchers knew that. These witnesses to serious crime died surrounded by staff who ensured that no-one ever found out how they had become infected. The Mildmay did have some celebrity patients and I wondered if one of them had been Freddie Mercury, judging from the account that I read.

The dying rent boys at the flagship AIDS ward at UCH/Middlesex Hospital were filmed shaking hands with Diana, with the viewers being told that they had no-one in the world because their families had rejected them for being gay. No, they had been taken away from their families and sent to Dafydd and the paedophiles. Those who did have families who rejected them were rejected because they were sex workers rather than because they were gay. The celebs were not filmed shaking hands with Di. People worked very hard to give them complete privacy.

Most of the stars who played at the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert knew that many of those with whom they had often had sex were kids in care. They might not have realised the brutality that had been involved in coercing the kids into prostitution, but they did know that they were underage and they did know that they weren’t living at home with families. No-one bothered to enquire further.

 

Lastly, I think it is time that I exposed someone upon whom many patients and relatives in north Wales pinned a lot of hopes but who has let them down very badly. Donna Ockenden. Donna Ockenden conducted the ‘independent investigation’ into the Tawel Fan Scandal at the Betsi. Donna wrote an interim report about Tawel Fan which was hard hitting (see post ‘The Tawel Fan Scandal’) and she then conducted a second investigation, promising to leave no stone unturned and expose just how bad the situation was, if necessary. We all waited with baited breath. Donna produced her final report a few weeks ago. It was damning, but like every other report into care scandals in north Wales, it did not admit just how bad things are in mental health in north Wales. Patients and relatives accused Donna of a luke-warm response or even a cover-up. I presumed that Donna was going to return to do a bit more work in north Wales. No. Donna has gone. So I’ll brief readers as to the evidence that Donna ignored.

After Donna wrote her first report she stated that she wanted to hear from any mental health patients in north Wales who were not happy with the ‘services’. I was one who contacted Donna. I spoke to her on the phone and she reassured me that she had serious concerns about the Betsi and was determined to expose any rot that there was. I e mailed Donna masses of evidence – witness statements, e mail correspondence, insulting letters to me from NHS personnel refusing to investigate the most serious of complaints. I also forwarded evidence relating to another patient in north Wales, with their permission, who had become too ill to do this themselves. They had been imprisoned on the basis of the perjury of Hergest staff and then refused all NHS treatment.

Donna was given documentary evidence of perjury, perverting the course of justice, conspiracy, assault on patients, unlawful imprisonment, destruction of evidence by NHS senior managers and unlawful denial of NHS care. Donna asked me if I would meet her and a surgeon from England who was assisting with the investigation in an hotel in north Wales to discuss what had happened to me and others. Some days later, after I sent yet further evidence of serious crime on the part of the NHS and social services in north Wales, Donna e mailed me and asked if we could postpone the meeting until she’d had a chance to meet with other patients and relatives. I never heard from her again. I subsequently had to leave Wales for my own safety, but Donna had my e mail address. Neither did she or her surgeon colleague contact me again regarding the evidence pertaining to the other patient that I sent her. He ended up going abroad for life-saving treatment because the NHS flatly unlawfully refused to treat him.

So Donna has written her report and she’s gone. She was given documentary evidence of serious organised crime. Donna, you should not have fled, you should have taken it to the police. We tried the police ourselves again and again, but we were just threatened when we did so. You and the surgeon have just buggered off and left patients in north Wales to die.

Donna’s background is in midwifery and senior NHS management. She has also worked in the United Arab Emirates. I recommend that readers visit her website and note her numerous senior and advisory positions. Donna is described as a ‘catalyst for change’. She hasn’t been in north Wales, she got the hell out of there and abandoned the patients to a bunch of gangsters.

 

There’s something nasty in the woodshed in north Wales. It’s so nasty that no-one will go near it.