Today We Have Naming Of Parts

My post ‘Include Me Out’ detailed some facts and figures relating to the inmates of Risley Remand Centre from 1968 onward and other related information which I suggest made it so obvious that so many victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were ending up there via unlawful processes that it was a nonsense for people to have claimed that they ‘didn’t know’ that a major sex trafficking ring was operating in north Wales through the mental health services and the children’s homes. I named some of the politicians, lawyers, Prison Service staff and others who must have known what was happening.

In this post I will provide details of a few on the ground in north Wales who not only knew but played key roles in the supply chain.

My post ‘That’s Entertainment’ described how in the 1980s, victims of Dafydd et al were given summer jobs at Penrhyn Castle, under the supervision of Wing Commander I.H. Panton. Wing Commander Panton was remembered fondly by Dafydd’s targets, but those dispossessed people had not clicked that that the Wing Commander knew what had happened to them but did nothing to help them. The Wing Commander regularly heard first hand accounts of beatings and suicides/murders in Risley Remand Centre, he knew that some of his employees had been abused sexually by those paid to care for them and that some of them in turn were behaving in a highly sexualised way themselves. The Wing Commander had a great deal of knowledge about Dafydd’s activities and the abuses at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Wing Commander Panton was so keen to help the victims of Dafydd and the paedophile gang that he employed them in casual low paid jobs every summer season. He joined in the work parties, he chatted to them and he knew exactly who remembered what and who was naming who.

Wing Commander Panton left north Wales years ago. He told his charges at Penrhyn Castle that he was moving to the west country to ‘write children’s books’, although a google search does not reveal that he either moved to the west country or wrote children’s books.

Penrhyn Castle was given to the National Trust in 1951, so it had been in their hands for decades by the time that Wing Commander Panton opened his arms to the victims of Dafydd et al.

I received an e mail from someone the other day telling me that Lucille Hughes was working for the National Trust at Penrhyn Castle. Lucille ‘retired’ from Gwynedd County Council immediately that the Waterhouse Report was published. Even Ronnie Waterhouse had to admit that Lucille, whilst she was Director of Gwynedd Social Services, knew that a paedophile gang was operating in the children’s homes that she was responsible for but she had not acted. My correspondent – like so many others – expressed astonishment that Lucille continues with her charity work at CAIS, with the CAB, with the Soroptomists and that her grubby fingers are also in the National Trust pie (or should that be PIE?) at Penrhyn Castle.

I know of another victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles who volunteered at Plas Newydd. Like those working at Penrhyn Castle – who in the 1980s weren’t volunteers but were employed on Thatcher’s ‘job creation’ schemes so were paid a benefit level wage – she was friendly and chatty and anyone spending any length of time with her could not have failed to notice that she was not being cared for in the way that the ‘services’ should have caring for her, even if they did not believe her stories of frankly abusive experiences (some at least of which I knew to be true).

The President of the National Trust is Prince Charles. One of the many people to whom Alison Taylor wrote in the 1980s regarding her concerns that there was widespread, serious abuse of children in care happening in north Wales was Prince Charles. I am told that ‘his office’ replied, stating that he really couldn’t get involved in this matter.

The Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor – Prince Charles’s friend and the father of the Princess of Wales’s goddaughter and also the father of one of Prince George’s godparents –  was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Sir Peter Morrison was the constituency MP. Morrison was abusing children in care in north Wales as well as at other locations. Morrison’s conduct was openly gossiped about by constituents and other politicians. Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to Grosvenor’s estate for ‘work opportunities’ and would refuse to return there but didn’t explain why. Gerald Grosvenor was the lucky man who purchased the former St George’s Hospital building at Hyde Park Corner for £6ooo from the Tory Gov’t – the building was worth millions (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Staff at George’s Hospital Medical School were concealing the criminality of Dafydd et al in north Wales, as well as a linked paedophile gang in south London, of which their Professor of Paediatrics Oliver Brooke was a member. Staff at St George’s had personal links to Dafydd and Lucille.

As for Plas Newydd, that is the seat of the Marquesses of Anglesey and is also in the hands of the National Trust. The family have strong links to the Tory Party and the Anglesey Conservative Association. The Anglesey Conservative Association were very fond of Anne Widdecombe, begged her to be their Tory candidate and retained links with her although she jumped ship and tried her luck with another constituency. Before Doris Karloff became an MP, she worked as a senior administrator for the University of London. Doris was responsible for driving through the highly unpopular merger of Guy’s and Tommy’s. Despite being given such an onerous responsibility, Doris was allowed substantial time off work – whilst still being paid – and was given the use of a member of London University admin staff to help her campaign for election. London University also covertly supported Doris in her political project with Lady Olga Maitland, ‘Women and Families for Defence’ which the Tory Gov’t mounted in 1983 as a response to the growing support for CND. Details of all this can be read in my post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’.

The University of London not only used their resources to covertly support a Tory Party pressure group, but they were helping Doris achieve her political ambitions it would seem before Thatcher’s election victory in 1979. The VCs of London University who presided over all this were Lords Noel Annan and Randolph Quirk.

 

Noel Annan had a background in the security services – he had the distinction of joining Churchill in the bunker during WWII – and furthermore had been a member of the Cambridge Apostles when he was at university, along with Guy Burgess and Michael Straight, who were members of the Cambridge spy ring. Annan Chaired the Annan Committee – the Royal Commission on Broadcasting – which numbered a few other paedophiles’ friends as members. For more details on Noel Annan and the Annan Committee, see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’.

Randolph Quirk was a ‘supporter of the Labour Party’ – despite leading an institution which secretly allowed Anne Widdecombe to do Thatcher’s Gov’t a favour in mounting opposition to CND – who sat as a cross-bencher when he received a peerage. Quirk was a linguist who worked with David Crystal. David Crystal is a linguist who spent his career at UCL, but has an honorary Chair at Bangor University. Crystal grew up in Holyhead and Liverpool and now lives in Holyhead once more.

In the 1980s there was a problem in the Dept of Linguistics in UCNW (Bangor University). It went under the name of Professor Andrew Radford. Radford was appointed in 1980 and when I arrived at UCNW in 1981, a lot of people were already complaining bitterly about Radford. He was, essentially, a wally. Radford’s notions of getting down with the kids were rather patronising to students with a brain, but the more gullible students thought that he was great. He had disco lights and pictures of Debbie Harry in his office and joined students on pub crawls and crashed their parties. So far so lame. But Radford was also shagging students on a grand scale. Better than that, after a few years, other staff noticed a strong correlation between the linguistics students who were getting Firsts and the students who had shagged Radford. Neither was the correlation based on speculation – I know one now retired lecturer from Bangor who said that Radford was so ruthlessly exploitative that he boasted of his encounters and supplied details to his colleagues. Radford did eventually depart from UCNW – under a huge cloud – but not until 1989, when he returned to his old home of the University of Essex.

I knew a linguistics student who didn’t shag Radford, but who was very, very distressed by what he was doing. I don’t know whether he had tried it on with her, or whether she just found his activities too unsavoury to cope with, but towards the end of her first year she had a breakdown. She asked for help at the Student Health Centre and was referred to Gwynne the lobotomist. Gwynne told her that she had a personality disorder and that he ‘could do nothing for her’. Within two days she attempted suicide. She ended up in the North Wales Hospital. No, she didn’t get Dafydd – for once he was kept well out of the way because this young woman’s mum was a nurse from Shrewsbury who hit the roof when she found out what had gone on and made a formal complaint about Gwynne.

After the disaster with Gwynne, this student was referred to a nice young doctor who had just arrived in north Wales – Tony Francis. Francis did what he did in so many other cases – he did an excellent impersonation of a caring competent man, apologised to the student and her mum and assured them that Gwynne had been dealt with and that no other student would ever have this experience. Gwynne remained in the Student Health Centre and some eighteen months later I encountered him… As did at least two students who attempted suicide within days of meeting him.

When the student of Radford’s returned to UNCW, she told everyone that she would not return to the Linguistics Dept. Radford wrote to Tony Francis and told him that there was no reason why she should not continue on the linguistics course. The student’s mum told Francis that she was not going near Andrew Radford again. Francis was the hero of the hour – or so it seemed – and told the student and her mother that he had sorted it with the university authorities for the student to transfer to a joint honours in Italian and Latin. Which is what happened.

The young woman then found it very difficult to access services at the Student Health Centre. Dr D.G.E. Wood told a third party that she was ‘wet’ and Francis told a third party that she was ‘weak’. Francis’s assessment of the fragility of this student was interesting in the light of his decision a few weeks later to discharge her from his clinic with no aftercare, in the wake of her telling him and a number of other people that she was feeling suicidal.

I knew this student well and we remained in contact after graduation. She did graduate despite being refused healthcare and she then went to Manchester to do an MA. Her problems continued and she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. She made a number of serious suicide attempts and after each one returned to the family home where she was cared for by her mum and her sisters, although she continued to live in Manchester.

I met up with her last in about 2000. She had recently made a suicide attempt so serious that it was very nearly successful. She had been prescribed huge quantities of anti-depressants which are lethal in overdose, after telling her Top Doctor that she felt suicidal. She took an overdose, was in a coma for three days and ended up with kidney damage. Her mum accompanied her to the psychiatrist after she recovered and expressed her concerns that if her daughter was prescribed the same toxic-in-overdose medication again, the next suicide attempt would work. The former UCNW student was prescribed the same medication again.

She was taking that medication when I met up with her. She told me that the mental health services in Manchester were terrible, that she was simply being given repeat prescriptions with appointments at lengthy intervals and that it was nearly impossible to see a Top Doctor anyway. She had recently been to Australia to visit her sister who had emigrated there and had been given a massive quantity of another ‘medication’ to ‘calm her down’ for the flight. She collapsed at an airport in the Far East whilst changing planes and other passengers assisted her. The Top Doctor had prescribed her a massive dose of haloperidol just before the flight, so it was entirely predictable that she would collapse on her way over to Australia.

That was the last time that I saw my former college mate. She committed suicide a few years ago.

I don’t think that she or her mum knew that the lethal bastards who were neglecting her so badly in Manchester were the former colleagues of Tony Francis, whom he had worked with immediately prior to his move to north Wales (see posts ‘A Stalker’s Network’ and ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). They had been ‘trained’ by Dafydd’s old mate Dr Bob Hobson and were facilitating and concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘The Mentor’).

So that was another witness to the clinical skills of Gwynne dealt with.

 

Professor David Crystal’s mate Randolph Quirk was succeeded as VC of London University by Lord Brian Flowers, who concealed as much – if not even more – crap than Annan and Quirk did. Flowers came from Swansea and was the man who presided over wrongdoing and crime at Imperial College before he was let loose on the University of London as a whole (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). There was an elderly academic who died a few years ago who was involved with Bangor University – particularly fundraising – who when he was younger had been a Professor and I think a senior manager at Imperial College. He seemed such a lovely old boy, but he was probably a paedophiles’ friend, the urge to toady to serious criminals just seems to be far too much for a lot of people to resist.

 

Professor David Crystal has advised on the original pronunciation of a number of Shakespeare productions, including ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’. Which of course featured a character called Bottom. In his essay ‘Preposterous Pleasures: Queer Theories and A Midsummer Night’s Dream,’ Douglas E. Green explores possible interpretations of alternative sexuality that he finds within the text of the play, in juxtaposition to the proscribed social mores of the culture at the time the play was written. He writes that his essay ‘does not (seek to) rewrite A Midsummer Night’s Dream as a gay play but rather explores some of its ‘homoerotic significations’ … moments of ‘queer’ disruption and eruption in this Shakespearean comedy.’

Get your head around that Dafydd.

 ‘Titania adoring the Ass-headed Bottom’. Oil on canvas by Henry Fuseli, c. 1790.

 

David Crystal was influential in a campaign which resulted in the creation of the Ucheldre Centre at Holyhead. I don’t know who is on the governing body of the Ucheldre Centre – although I could have a good guess – but it describes itself as a ‘community arts venue’ (the premier one no less) in north Wales. In reality, the Ucheldre Centre is a magnet for the Mafia of Drips and provides a venue for things such as International Wimmin’s Day celebrations and Service Users Empowerment activities. It has hosted exhibitions of art work by Michael Mansfield’s mate Kyffin Williams and has won a Prince of Wales Award. The Ucheldre Centre was formerly a convent and I suspect that it saw rather more meaningful action when the Sisters occupied the building, because some of them did some quite exciting things, as a result of the convent belonging to a French Order with links to the southern hemisphere. As opposed to links with Jane Hutt or MIND.

 

To return to the National Trust, who employed so many of those victims of Dafydd and Gwynne who didn’t get as far as UCNW. Whilst Wing Commander Panton was keeping a lid on it all down at Penrhyn Castle, the DG of the NT was Sir Jack Boles.

Sir Jack Boles was DG of the NT, 1975-83. So it will have been Jack who established the arrangement for Dafydd’s victims to arrive en masse at Penrhyn Castle every summer. It will really have been Jack as well – he was a very hands-on (so to speak) DG, he visited the regions regularly and he was also responsible for a big PR offensive for the NT. It was while Sir Jack was DG that the NT acquired a number of very valuable properties, including Erddig, the country house near Wrexham.

Sir Jack’s father had been in the Royal Navy until the early 1940s when for some unspecified reason he ‘was allowed to retire’. Sir Jack’s dad was in the Royal Navy at the same time as Lord Mountbatten, Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and others who knew a lot about the organised abuse of children and other naughtiness in high places (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

Sir Jack served in the British Army, including in North Borneo and then joined the Colonial Service. He was the Secretary to the last British Governor of Malaysia, Sir William Goode. Sir Jack could not have done the jobs that he did throughout those years without working with the security services.

Sir Jack’s son is the Tory MP for Grantham and Stamford, Nick Boles. Before he became an MP, Nick Boles was a member of the disgrace that was Westminster City Council, which did many unlawful and gerrymandering things when Shirley Porter the Tesco heiress was leader. Shirley escaped justice for a very long time, but eventually she was fined a huge quantity of money. Instead of paying the fine, Shirley went to live in Israel and returned to the UK some years later when it seemed she felt confident that she wasn’t going to end up behind bars. Comments from a reader of this blog left in response to my post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ suggest that Shirley had information about the Westminster Paedophile Ring, which was how she got away with so much for so long.

In 2002 Nick Boles was the founder of the think tank Policy Exchange and remained its Director until 2007. Policy Exchange has provided a home for a number of paedophiles’ friends with a penchant for right wing politics (see post ‘Disgusting Of Tunbridge Wells And A Few Equally Disgusting Others’).

Nick Boles is gay.

Sir Jack’s second wife was Anne, daughter of the 12th Earl Waldegrave. The 12th Earl – Geoffrey Waldegrave – had strong links to the west country. He became a member of Somerset County Council in 1937 and later worked as a MAFF official with responsibilities in Somerset, Wiltshire and Gloucestershire. He was President of the Somerset Trust for Nature Conservation, 1964-80. It is likely that Geoffrey Waldegrave had links with some of those in Somerset who were involved with concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al as detailed in my post ‘Include Me Out’. He was a member of the BBC Advisory Council, 1963-66 and he was a Director of Lloyds Bank, 1964-76. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the paedophiles’ friend from north Wales who had numerous links to Dafydd and who’s son Thomas was sexually abusing boys in care in north Wales with the knowledge of the Social Services, police and magistrates but was never prosecuted and later died of an HIV related condition, was a Director of Lloyd’s Bank. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon was also a magistrate, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, President of UCNW, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, 1974-78, the most senior Freemason in north Wales and much more besides (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Anne’s brother was the Tory politician William Waldegrave – who was, among other things, Secretary of State for Health, 1990-92, under Thatcher and then Major. William was one of the Health Secretaries who colluded with the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

William and Anne’s sister Susan married Marmaduke Hussey, the man whom Thatcher ensured was installed as Chairman of the BBC, although when he was appointed he didn’t even know where the BBC HQ was located and he was a disaster for those glorious years when he was in post. One of my friends worked at the Commissioning Dept at the BBC whilst Hussey was Chairman and my friend was forced out because he refused to accept a bribe (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’). Susan Hussey is one of Prince William’s godparents.

The Chair of the Betsi Board Dr Peter Higson – who was a clinical psychologist at and then the manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh throughout the paedophile years and has spent his entire career concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al – is the brother of Dr Ruth Hussey, who was the Chief Medical Officer of Wales, April 2012 -16. Ruth Hussey’s previous includes being the Director of Public Health for Liverpool, a senior lecturer in public health at Liverpool University and from 2006, the Regional Director of Public Health at NHS North West, when she was seconded to the Public Health England Transition Team at the Dept of Health during the New Labour horrors.

I have no idea whether Ruth Hussey is an in-law of Susan and Marmaduke, but this corrupt incestuous shithouse is so big that it really wouldn’t surprise me if she was. I’m beginning to think that Brown and me are the only people who haven’t been tempted into this luxurious, ever-embracing public convenience which exists solely to protect Dafydd and a paedophile gang.

 

The Chairman of the NT whilst it made arrangements for the victims of serious crime to be herded into the sheep pen at Penrhyn Castle was Lord Patrick Gibson, who became Chairman of the NT, 1977-86. Gibson had been a council member of the NT since 1963 and continued to ‘take an interest in it’ after his retirement. There was trouble for the NT in 1983 when the MoD wanted to expand its operations on NT land and many NT members objected. An angry meeting resulted at which Gibson gave everyone a bollocking and their objections were subsequently ignored.

Lord Gibson served in the war – you’ve guessed it, he was in SOE and then worked in political intelligence with the Foreign Office. As with so many others who assisted Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many decades, Lord Gibson and Sir Jack Boles did some very impressive things during their time with the forces and risked life and limb to escape from dangerous unpleasant situations. It really is very sad to think that they thought that Dafydd, Lucille and a gang of paedophiles were worth their time and effort protecting. For God’s sake, one of those employed at Penrhyn Castle in the 1980s summers used to have gay sex with people in the clock tower – I can remember his name as well, but he might still be alive and in Bethesda, so I won’t publish it here, I don’t want to hear that he’s been found dead as nearly all witnesses now have.

Should anyone make the point that ‘oh but they were spies, they could have been undercover and gathering info.’ Yes, I’ve considered that. If they were, they have been gathering info on Dafydd et al since the early 1960s. Dafydd is still a free man Chairing CAIS. North Wales is wrecked, the statutory services don’t function and nearly all the witnesses to the north Wales paedophile gang are now dead. The Lords is choc full of those who knew what Dafydd et al were doing but who concealed it. Whatever those spies were doing, it benefited Dafydd and Lucille, not their victims. If they could fight Hitler and sat in the bunker alongside Churchill, why did they have so much trouble dealing with an insane old idiot who’s ham acting was so bad that no-one could have been fooled?

People who like to believe that there was no such thing as a Westminster Paedophile Ring and who harrumph and point to the fact that the ‘fantasies’ of nutters are only appearing online, never in the mainstream media, might like to ponder on who Lord Gibson was. He was married to a member of the family who owned Pearson plc, a newspaper and publishing business. Patrick Gibson was Chairman of the Pearson Group, 1978-83. The Pearson Group included the Westminster Press Group, which owned 46 provincial newspapers, including the ‘Northern Echo’ and the ‘Oxford Mail’. From 1967 Gibson was also Chair of the book publication arm of Pearson, Pearson Longman, which included Penguin. Gibson began working as a journo with the Pearson group in the late 1940s and was soon an Editorial Director. He was on the Board of the ‘Financial Times’ and became its Chairman in 1975. He was also on the Board of ‘The Economist’.

Gibson was Chairman of the Arts Council of GB, 1972-77. He succeeded paedophiles’ friend – and Harold Wilson’s friend and solicitor – Lord Arnold Goodman as Chair of the Arts Council. He preceded paedophiles’ friend and Wilson’s Health Minister Kenneth Robinson as Chair (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

Did Gibson find out about the Westminster Paedophile Gang and that was how he ended up Chairing the Arts Council and the NT? Or was he given those positions because he was a stooge who could be relied upon not to blow the gaffe when he found out that those organisations were full of people who had concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al?

Many of those who colluded with Dafydd and the gang occupied senior roles in organisations concerned with the arts and heritage. Again and again when I research them, they are involved with opera, with galleries, with theatre and with museums. The lucky few sit at the top of those organisations.

 

Previous posts, such as ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ and ‘Include Me Out’, have noted how many people at senior levels in Harold Wilson’s Gov’t covered up the organised abuse of vulnerable people, often under the guise of providing services for the less advantaged. Harold Wilson rivalled Tony Blair in that regard. I have been watching some old documentaries about Wilson’s administrations which speculate on why he resigned suddenly and unexpectedly. There is much discussion of old favourites, such as Marcia Williams aka Lady Falkender throwing hissy fits and allegations that Wilson was working for the KGB. No-one mentioned that his toadies were using the welfare state to run a paedophile ring who murdered witnesses, which was probably as much of a problem as his alleged chumminess with the KGB.

I’ll be blogging about a few more of those close to Harold who helped Dafydd et al very soon, there are some whom I have not yet mentioned.

 

One of the undergrads in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW, 1981-83, was a mature student called Gaye Kennaway. Her husband Ian was Director of the Regions for the National Trust. Gaye became a personal friend of many of the lecturers at UCNW and at the time I just thought that was because she was older than the rest of us, but now I’m sure that there was something more going on. Gaye was very friendly with Prof Greig-Smith, the ecologist who knew Prof Edred Henry Corner, the Cambridge botanist who was Douglas Hurd’s uncle. Hurd was Home Secretary, 1985-89, whilst the Home Office ignored the havoc and criminality in north Wales and at Risley Remand Centre (see post ‘Security, Security’). Gaye ended up with a First and a number of lecturers openly remarked that she only received one because of the help that she had received from her pal Greig-Smith. Then Gaye was offered a PhD studentship with Chris Wood, who was married to the corrupt GP Dr D.G.E. Wood, who was facilitating the trafficking ring (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’ for more about Gaye and Ian Kennaway).

Gaye pushed the boat out to befriend the lecturers from the very beginning of the course, even the lecturers who were notoriously difficult and unfriendly. I was gobsmacked when in the first term I heard Gaye inviting Tony Jones to the opera. Tony Jones snapped that he didn’t have time to go to the opera. Gaye told him that he could stay over at her house and go straight into work the next day. Dr Tony Jones was the last person whom one would invite to the opera. He was a rather butch South African earth scientist who spent his time climbing or working with the Ogwen Mountain Rescue Team and who revelled in referring to ‘niggers’ in the presence of black students. He lived alone and had close relationships with some of the male undergrads which caused comment but never direct accusations. Tony Jones was mates with some of the North Wales Police and for a laugh one day he got them to arrest a student whom he had fallen out with. The student was wrongfully arrested and banged up in the cells in Bangor Police Station overnight and released without charge the next day. Tony Jones would not blend in at Glyndebourne.

So imagine my surprise when as investigations and inquiries into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal began and the paedophiles’ friends launched their huge PR effort to remind everyone that Wales was a musical nation – Praise the Lord – and a literary nation and an arty nation and when Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid, the son of Gwynedd County Council Chief Exec Ioan Bowen Rees, became an international rock star (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), Tony Jones popped up on ‘This Is Your Life’ with Michael Aspel (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’). Tony Jones! He’d never done ‘Saturday Night At The London Palladium’ or a Royal Variety Performance. He hadn’t even appeared with Bernard Manning on  ‘The Wheel Tappers and Shunters Social Club’ on tele. Tony Jones was a racist old geologist from Bangor and before that he was at Aberystwyth University. I’d like to know who was responsible for getting him onto prime time TV.

There are more than a few paedophiles’ friends with media links…

One person who would have been finished if the scale of the crime in north Wales had been admitted at that time would have been Lord K.O. Morgan, Principal of Aberystwyth University, the institution which was churning out crooked lawyers. Lord Ken was Mr Big in the Welsh Labour Party. He was married to the late Jane Morgan, a criminologist who grew up in Wrexham and later worked at Oxford. Jane did her PhD at Leicester University when scores of people there were concealing the activities of Frank Beck and Greville Janner. David and Richard Attenborough’s dad was Principal of what became Leicester University. See posts ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’ for details of those involved in the cover-up. But Jane was also mates with Prof Dick Hobbs, who is a good mate of Laurie Taylor. Laurie’s son Matthew was Blair’s adviser – Matthew was and might still be Chief Exec of the RSA. Full details re Lord Ken and Jane can be found in my post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

 

Shortly after I’d watched Gaye do her best to introduce Tony Jones to the world of La Scala, Gaye told me that she was ‘very fond’ of another one of the staff – Ralph Oxley. Ralph was married to Isobel Hargreaves, who worked as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services. Isobel’s name later appeared on some of Prof Mark Williams’s Mindfulness publications, the enormous research fraud that Williams perpetrated whilst the mental health patients died at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’.)

Gaye knew how to choose her friends.

 

The Chairman of the National Trust, 2008-14, was Sir Simon Jenkins. Simon is best known for being the Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92. Before that he worked on ‘The Sunday Times’ – as did Top Doctor’s wife, Lord Snowdon’s mistress and one of the paedophiles’ greatest friends Marjorie Wallace (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). Jenkins has written for many other newspapers as well and currently writes for ‘The Guardian’. Sir Simon was on the Board of British Rail, 1979-90. Which was famously atrocious, even though Jimmy Savile kept reassuring us that ‘this is the age of the train’. Which is a bit odd, because Savile boasted about his Rolls Royce, which it was later revealed he used to tempt teenaged girls into who were then sexually assaulted and his caravan, which was parked in the grounds of Broadmoor and was the site of a number of rapes. Perhaps Savile was just doing his bit for British Rail to drum up business for Harold Wilson’s mate George Thomas, who was known to be sexually molesting boys on the trains between London and south Wales.

Sir Simon has a second home at Aberdyfi in north Wales and he pissed everyone off by writing an article maintaining that people do not have the right to live near their families or where they grew up. Aberdyfi is absolutely lovely and is one of those places in north Wales that is completely beyond the price range of most local people because it has become such a popular destination for people from England who want a second home.

Simon’s other home is – or was – in Piccadilly. There are allegations that Simon has a third home as well.

Simon has campaigned against the building of affordable housing. Simon’s predecessor at the NT Sir Jack Boles hit the roof when he discovered that there was a plan to build near his home in Devon. Simon’s other predecessor at the NT, Lord Patrick Gibson, used his estate in Sussex as his main home but also had a villa north of Venice.

Sir Simon knew Sir Robin Day, who was one of Ronald Waterhouse’s closest friends.

Sir Simon’s first wife was the American actress Gayle Hunnicutt. Films in which Gayle starred included: ‘The Wild Angels’ (1966); ‘The Legend Of Hell House’ (1973); ‘The Sell Out’ (1976); ‘Target’ (1985). Gayle’s appeared on TV in: ‘Thriller – K Is For Killing’ (1974); ‘Dylan’ (1978); ‘Strong Medicine’ (1986). Gayle also appeared in ‘Dallas’ (1989-91), which starred some of Joan Collins’s mates. Joan Collins was friends with Christopher Cazenove and his wife Angharad Rees. Angharad’s dad was the Welsh Top Doctor Prof Linford Rees, who spent many decades concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and his associates and who according to legend died peacefully in his chair after a paned and a Welsh cake. Linford also enjoyed showing people photos of his female patients whilst they were in the bath, but that was always taken as a sign that he was a high calibre wag (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Titania Adoring Sir Simon Jenkins:

The Ass-headed Bottom:
Simon Jenkins at Policy Fight Club.jpg

 

Sir Simon and his mates were at the top of the food chain. Let me introduce a few more of Dafydd’s henchmen.

It was the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor where children were severely abused and then trafficked for sex, including to Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’). The manager of Ty’r Felin was Nefyn Dodd – he was assisted in the abuse of the kids by his wife June Dodd and his Deputy, Mari Roberts. I have detailed Dodd’s activities in previous posts. Dodd used to boast that he was a friend of Dafydd – Dodd presumably thought that an association with Dafydd was worth boasting about. The Waterhouse Inquiry was told by ex-residents of the brutality and repeated assaults on children by Nefyn and June Dodd, as well as by Mari Roberts. Ronnie dismissed the allegations and constantly made excuses for these three thugs.

One of the bottom feeders at Ty’r Felin was Peter Gadd. Gadd was employed by Gwynedd County Council for years on a temporary contract, in much the same way that Martin Jones, in his capacity as CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, staffed Ysbyty Gwynedd substantially by using agency or bank nurses. Anyone who dared mention the neglect and abuse of patients found that they ‘didn’t get their hours’ any longer. Martin didn’t even have to worry about bullying them out of their jobs or dismissing them on trumped up charges.

Gadd was a member of the Ogwen Mountain Rescue Team, as were other paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘No-One Is Innocent’) and frequently disappeared from work to go out with the Mountain Rescue Team.

There were many complaints against Gadd of bullying and assault on children and I am told that none of them were properly investigated. I have received an e mail stating that Gadd ‘provoked conflict between children so that he could wade in violently to restore order’. This was a favourite technique of the paedophiles’ friends in the mental health services as well. Patients would also be baited by staff until even the most even-tempered or mild-mannered of them raised their voice or stood up from their chair, at which point they’d be met with ‘restraint’ ie. an Angel landing on top of them needlessly, after which a few more Angels would pitch in. In the event of a complaint from the patient, a counter-allegation of assault on an Angel would be made and the patient would be hauled off down to the police station – even if they were sectioned – to be charged. Male patients were on occasions tasered by the police who were called into the hospital. In the events of patients taking their complaints to Ministers, or other witnesses expressing concern, somehow a piece would appear in the local paper concerning the serious problem of Dangerous Psychiatric Patients and how many hundreds of assaults the Angels had sustained recently at their hands.

I witnessed Gadd-like conduct in the North Wales Hospital and I understood immediately what the game being played was, which some other patients didn’t. After I left Denbigh, on one occasion when I rang Bryn Golau Ward in an attempt to get some answers because none of my letters of complaint had received a response, an Angel answered and I could hear what was very clearly the baiting of a distressed patient in the background. The patient then started screaming in distress – I knew damn well what was going on and I challenged the Angel who had answered the phone. I heard them say something in Welsh – which I did not understand – to the patient and then they gave the phone to the patient who of course screamed at me down the phone. No doubt the paedophiles’ victim had been told that I was a Top Doctor or a police officer or something. The phone was then snatched away from the patient and slammed down on me. Had I been there in person, no doubt a situation would have been engineered in which I would have been thumped.

Bryn Golau Ward, 1987. Dr Peter Higson in a management position in the North Wales Hospital, the Welsh Office ignoring all complaints. That was what was going on at ground level.

In Nov 1987, Peter Gadd gave evidence at the disciplinary investigation held by Gwynedd County Council against the whistleblower Alison Taylor. Alison had been Gadd’s supervisor, but he hadn’t worked for her since 1984. Gadd gave absolutely damning evidence against Taylor, maintaining that it was Alison that was the problem, not Nefyn Dodd.

In 1987, Gwynedd County Council were planning to take over Cartref Bontnewydd, a by then disused children’s home that was previously run by the Methodist Church. Gadd was promised the post of officer-in-charge at Cartref Bontnewydd in return for giving evidence against Alison. Gadd did not know that someone in Gwynedd County Council – I don’t know who – had also promised the post to Mari Roberts. Mari was appointed and an angry Gadd later told people that he’d ‘lied for Dodd’, in order to have Alison sacked.

Mari Roberts never worked with Alison but she also gave evidence against her at the Gwynedd County Council disciplinary panel – in support of Dodd, maintaining that Alison should be dismissed. Alison was dismissed in Nov 1987.

Gadd’s wife Patricia worked as a supply teacher – I presume for Gwynedd Education Authority. I understand that she subsequently was employed as a care officer by Gwynedd, although Patricia doesn’t seem to have any social work qualification.

It has been suggested to me that this was either compensation for Gadd not being given the post at Cartref Bontnewydd, or that Gadd threatened to go public on the fact that he had lied at Alison’s disciplinary hearing.

There were numerous complaints against Mari Roberts as well as against Gadd and the Dodds. There were complaints before the North Wales Police investigation of 1991-93.

By Nov 1987 when Dodd was organising Alison’s dismissal, the CPS were still considering a number of serious complaints against Nefyn Dodd. The CPS did not respond until Jan 1988. By Nov 1987 I had made repeated complaints about the mental health services in north Wales about the most serious matters. Dafydd had told me that if I didn’t drop my complaints he’d have me arrested and detained in Risley Remand Centre and he did try and do this in the summer of 1987, after a junior doctor perjured himself (see post ‘Workers Play Time’). He had also told me that if I did drop my complaints, he would ensure that I would be given a place at Liverpool Medical School. He had contacted my solicitor and told him not to act for me and had tried to find out which patients I might name as witnesses to the wrongdoing. Brown had written to Gwynedd Health Authority stating that he had heard Dafydd trying to threaten and bribe me but received no response. The Welsh Office knew about all of these matters, as did Clwyd and Gwynedd Health Authorities and Gwynedd Social Services. As did the North Wales Police.

The DPP at that time was Sir Thomas Hetherington QC and then Sir Allan Green QC.

As a result of the North Wales Police investigation, 1991-93, over 100 complaints about Nefyn Dodd were referred to the CPS. There was no prosecution of Dodd. By the time that the investigation had finished, I had been prosecuted for ‘staring a social worker’ in Safeways in Bangor (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). The social worker was Jackie Brandt, who had illegally detained me in the psychiatric ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd, where I had the pleasure of Dafydd trying to discuss sex with me and then, after I challenged him, telling me to get out of north Wales and never come back or I’d be arrested (see post ‘Include Me Out’). Statements had been made about me by Tony Francis – without my knowledge – to Hempsons, the MDU solicitors, alleging that I had tried to strangle a Top Doctor, tried to throttle a Top Doctor and had attempted to stab a Top Doctor with ‘a dagger’. Both Hempsons and Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer who worked for the Welsh Office, wrote to Francis and others admitting that there was no evidence for any of these allegations.

The 1991-93 police investigation also resulted in numerous complaints against Mari, but no prosecutions resulted.

The DPP throughout all this was Sir Allan Green QC and then Dame Barbara Mills QC.

 

At the Waterhouse Inquiry Mari Roberts was however highly critical of Nefyn Dodd and his regime. She didn’t mention her key role in Alison’s dismissal, neither did the Counsel for the Inquiry and neither did Ronnie Waterhouse. Mari Roberts is discussed in the Waterhouse Report because witnesses described Mari in rather damning terms. She was described as deeply unpleasant and indeed violent, as Nefyn Dodd’s ‘henchwoman’. Ronnie was told that Mari had slapped children across the face and around the head, that she had kicked them, dragged them by their hair, forced them to strip and taken away their clothes after they had run away following her previous assaults and that on one occasion she had tried to smother a boy. Waterhouse observed that Mari was a caring woman who was dealing with some very difficult young people. When she was asked to explain the accusation that she had tried to smother a boy, Mari explained to Ronnie that she was ‘just being playful’.

And when they say no they mean yes don’t they Dafydd?

Like so many paedophiles’ friends in north Wales who do not have secure or well-paid employment, Peter and Patricia Gadd certainly live well. The Gadd’s live at Llanllechid, at Cysgod-y-Coed. They live in quite a nice converted barn/farmhouse place, with a fleet of 4 wheel drive vehicles parked outside. Their house is not in the main part of the village, it’s down a lane. As the crow flies, they must live very near to where Ioan Bowen Rees lived in his Plas. Since Ioan died, Mrs Bowen Rees has moved into the square in Rachub, but still in one of the best houses in the village. The Gadd’s and the Bowen Rees’s must have just been across the fields from each other.

The Gadd’s and the Bowen Rees’s lived there when someone made repeated attempts to set fire to my house, which was just down the road from them. That would have been in the early 1990s.

Peter and Pat Gadd are no longer involved in child care, but they have a new source of revenue. They’re doing Air B&B! If you look them up on Air B&B, they don’t mention their previous careers in sex trafficking. There’s a little photo of them cuddled up together looking like a comfy middle-aged couple.

‘Will you be wanting a Welsh cake, bach? I’ve got some in the oven. Ooh, I’ve got some bara brith on as well, that’ll be ready tonight. The beatings and the buggery are extras. We do overnight trips to Dolphin Square as well if you’re interested.’

This is what you get if you look up Peter n Pat on Air B&B:

The Gadd Barn, Cysgod y Coed.

Llanllechid
Patricia
6 guests
2 bedrooms
6 beds
1 bath

1830s Barn converted into basic holiday accommodation. Can sleep 6+.
Fully fitted open plan kitchen with cooker. fridge and microwave. Lounge area with woodburner, TV, freeview box. Quiet rural area 2 miles from Bethesda. Well behaved pets welcome.

More Information

The space

1830s Barn conversion with beams, stone walls and wood-burning stove. 1 kingsized and 2 single beds in one bedroom an 2 single beds in another Bedroom but room for a couple of mattresses if required. Fully fitted open plan kitchen with cooker, fridge/freezer and microwave. Bathroom with shower. Lounge with TV, Freeview and internet access.
Set in a secluded, rural area 6 miles from the city of Bangor and 2 miles from the small town of Bethesda where there are pubs, supermarkets, takeaways, and of course the famous Zipwire at Penrhyn Quarry

Guest access

Guests and their children have access to a small field with swings and a play area. The yard area is also suitable for BBQs and sitting in the evenings.
Arrangements can be made to use a washing machine if needed.

Interaction with guests

We live across the yard in another converted barn. We are there if you need any help or directions but we will not intrude.We have 3 very friendly chocolate labradors who love a fuss but that is up to you.

Other things to note

Our home is called Cysgod y Coed and the Barn is part of the basic budget accommodation with comfortable beds and fully equipped kitchen for self-catering.

 

If any readers fancy spending a night with the people traffickers, it’ll cost you £50.

 

Mari Roberts is now known as Mari Roberts-Jones. Mari was the creme de la creme in Ty’r Felin, she had a degree from UCNW (like Lucille Hughes). I think that Mari Roberts was probably taught at UCNW by the notorious Glyn Williams aka Glyn Patagonia. Like the former Bangor criminologist Prof Roy King, Glyn Patagonia had left UCNW by the time that I began post-doc work there, but he was still remembered as a vindictive bully. Glyn Patagonia went down in history at Bangor because the university brought a disciplinary case against him for systematically marking up Welsh language students and marking down English language students. He was represented by a very grand lawyer as well as by the AUT and he was cleared. When I first heard about this I thought well he probably wasn’t routinely doing it, it could have been one of those civil wars as a result of the strife which prevailed in the Dept at the time. I was later told by a number of people who are positive about the Welsh language, ‘no, he was guilty as charged, the marks were systematically fiddled’.

Like all good paedophiles’ friends, Glyn Williams was a greedy hypocrite and owned a second home in France.

Duw it’s hard. Pass the bara brith, put on Dafydd Iwan and we’ll have a sing song to keep up our spirits.

 

A lot of the paedophiles and their colleagues working in the children’s homes in north Wales did certificates in social work at Cartrefle College of Education (formerly Cartrefle  Training College) in Wrexham. Cartrefle became NEWI (North East Wales Institute) in 1975; in 1993 Cartrefle became an associate member of the University of Wales; in 2004 it became a full member of the University of Wales and in 2008 it became Glyndwr University.

In the early 80s Cartrefle College had a hotline to Nefyn Dodd and Lucille. The paedophiles’ friends at Cartrefle reported back to Dodd and Lucille on students, but not through any official channels. It was the usual MO of the paedophiles’ friends, gossip and rumour, targeting potential whistleblowers.

The MP for the constituency in which Ty’r Felin was located at the time was paedophiles’ friend and Welsh Office Minister Wyn – later Lord Wyn – Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Dafydd Wigley was told of concerns about events at Ty’r Felin, but as it wasn’t in his constituency, he passed the concerns on to Wyn (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Ty’r Felin wasn’t in Dafydd Wigley’s constituency but the HQ of Gwynedd County Council was just around the corner from his constituency office. I’m fairly sure that Dafydd Wigley lives – or lived – in Bontnewydd. In the same village as Cartref Bontnewydd, where Mari Roberts playfully suffocated children and dragged them around by their hair. Cartref Newydd was in Dafydd Wigley’s constituency. Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, was an adviser to Dafydd Wigley.

 

I am told that the standards at Cartrefle College were very, very poor. My post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University’ discusses the many paedophiles’ friends who have governed and staffed that very troubled institution. Many of them date back to its time as Cartrefle College. In 2001, whilst the institution was still NEWI, Prof Mike Scott was appointed Principal. It mystified a great many people. Not just because when Mike Scott had done his PhD many moons ago at the University of Wales he had been ordered to rewrite and resubmit and there were people in the region who could remember this happening, but because a great many people maintained that Mike Scott was a completely unsuitable person to have been given that job. Including Brown.

Mike Scott had previously been a PVC at De Montfort University in Leicester and he virtually destroyed the place. He was a key figure in a disastrous senior management team who screwed up so badly that the institution had to be raised from the ashes by the present VC, who seems to have done a very good job. After Scott left De Montfort smouldering on the pavement, everyone at DMU presumed that he’d never work again. Then he turned up at NEWI, presided over events as extraordinary as he presided over at DMU and bugger me, someone then agreed to call his house of dysfunction a University.

In view of the fact that Scott did his PhD at the University of Wales in the days when the paedophiles largely controlled the institution, I cannot help but wonder if Mike Scott played the same old north Wales game – I know what you all did and where the bodies are buried… Gissa job as VC.

Leicester was the location of a paedophile gang which was linked to Dafydd et al…

Mike Scott took up his appointment at DMU in 1989. He had previously worked at Sunderland Poly. There was a paedophile gang located in the Sunderland area with links to Dafydd et al…

Mike Scott stood down from Glyndwr University in 2015. He announced that he would be departing in 2014, after the Home Office withdrew Glyndwr’s right to sponsor international students following allegations of visa fraud. The University’s Chancellor Sir Jon Shortridge praised Mike Scott’s ‘outstanding achievements’ as VC. Sir Jon Shortridge is a former civil servant who joined the hub of corruption that was the Welsh Office in 1984 and rose to the very top (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’).

Since devolution, Higher Education has been the responsibility of the Welsh Gov’t. When Scott was appointed Principal of NEWI in 2001, Rhodri Morgan was FM, as he was in 2008 when Glyndwr was granted university status.

The University of Salford validated degrees from Cartrefle College. Cartrefle College evolved into NEWI, which offered social work training, as does Glyndwr University. The University of Salford knew that children in care were being abused in north Wales because the Waterhouse Report discusses a student on placement from the University of Salford who was so horrified by what he saw in north Wales that he reported it to the University. As a result he was withdrawn from his placement after a matter of days. This student followed all appropriate guidelines after he witnessed child abuse. Waterhouse dismissed his evidence because he’d only been on placement for a few days so he didn’t really know what the care of children in north Wales was like.

The authorities responsible for Cartrefle College were the Welsh Dept at the Ministry of Education and the Dept of Education and Science. It was in the early 1980s when my correspondent told me that they had witnessed appalling standards and when staff at Cartrefle College had a hotline to Lucille and Dodd. The Secretary of State for Education and Science, 1981-86, was Sir Keith Joseph – who’s adviser was Barbara Kahan, who colluded with organised child abuse throughout her career (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). Barbara Kahan was one of the people to whom Alison Taylor wrote regarding her concerns about child abuse in north Wales. Alison did not receive a reply. Kahan, along with Allan Levy QC, conducted the Inquiry into the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal in the 1980s and published the resultant Report in 1991. They underplayed the seriousness of the abuse and for how long people had ignored it. Brown and I wrote to Keith Joseph, when we were undergrads, about student finance. The old bastard probably had us targeted then. The Secretary of State for the DES, 1979-81, was Mark Carlisle, who in 1973 had reassured the Commons that he had no concerns about the stream of deaths and the overcrowding at Risley Remand Centre (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

Previous Secretaries of State for the DES who were responsible for Cartrefle as qualifications were handed out to sex offenders were: Shirley Williams (under PM Jim Callaghan) – Shirl was asked by Dafydd Wigley to hold an Inquiry into the paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans’s management of UCNW but she refused; Fred Mulley, under Wilson and Callaghan – Mulley was a barrister and like paedophiles’ friend Robert Bluglass, an Old Warwickian! (see ref ‘Enter Professor Bluglass CBE). The Warwick School website has a little quip about the Old Warwickians ‘growing old disgracefully’. Presumably they’ve heard about Bluglass facilitating an international sex trafficking ring. Someone ought to seize Compton Verney under the proceeds of crime legislation.

Cheers!

 

 

 

Before Fred, the Secretary of State for the DES was Reg Prentice, under PM Wilson. Prentice was a barrel of laughs, he left the Labour Party in 1977 and in 1979 was elected as a Tory MP. Thatcher made him Minister for the Disabled! Prentice died in 2001, but in the last few years before his death he was President of the Devizes Conservative Association. Sir Peter Morrison’s family seat was near Devizes and the locality had become completely corrupted as a result. No wonder Reg went and parked himself down there during the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Prior to Reg, the Secretary of State for the DES was a Margaret Hilda Thatcher. She was so busy withdrawing the free school milk from primary school kids that she took her eye off a gang of paedophiles giving out certificates in social work to other members of the gang. Furthermore her critics were so busy yelling ‘Thatcher the Snatcher’ that they forgot to mention that Cartrefle was training sex traffickers.

It’s all a bit Julian Tudor Hart isn’t it (see post ‘The Human Stain’).

That takes us as far back as 1970. Cartrefle was dishing out the qualifications to the paedophiles’ friends even before then. It feels as if it’s been going on since the Pre-Cambrian era…

 

There was a children’s home in Llanfairpwll on Anglesey, called Y Gwyngyll, which was the focus of complaints such that in 1981 the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council, Ioan Bowen Rees, was obliged to launch an investigation. Bowen Rees called in  ‘senior officers’ of Dyfed County Council who of course found nothing seriously amiss. Ioan Bowen Rees had been the County Secretary of Dyfed County Council before he became Chief Exec of Gwynedd. There was a paedophile ring in Dyfed at the time which had links to Dafydd et al.

 

An Orthodox priest – yes, north Wales has one – called Father Deiniol who lived in Blaenau Ffestiniog used to have boys from Y Gwyngyll staying over at his house for the weekend. I have been told that on one occasion, one boy returned from Father Deiniol’s place highly distressed with, for some inexplicable reason, his toenails painted purple. Alison Taylor stored up yet more trouble for herself when she raised concerns regarding the arrangement between Father Deiniol and the children from Y Gwyngyll. Her concerns were silenced. Nefyn Dodd, David Bailey (the officer-in-charge of Y Gwyngyll) and Gethin Evans all maintained that Father Deiniol was the best thing since sliced bread and that he was providing welcome opportunities for disadvantaged kids to have a weekend break.

I was always intrigued by Father Deiniol’s presence in north Wales. The first time that I saw him I was an undergrad and in a Chinese takeaway in Bangor. I was quite surprised when an Orthodox priest came in and ordered some food. I used to see him around Upper Bangor (the part of Bangor where the University arts depts are and the residential quarter where students and in those days many University staff used to live) in the company of a variety of people. Upper Bangor was host to a selection of characters in those days. There was a left-wing bookshop called the Information Centre which was the centre of CND activity; there was a whole food restaurant called Methusala’s; there was a load of Bahai people;  there was a house covered in activist stickers which housed a crowd of people – some of whom were involved with the domestic violence shelter – including a little boy who used to always sport a ‘boys against sexism’ badge; there was a man who called himself Brother Dai who, when he heard that I lived on Anglesey, told me that Anglesey was ‘the island of free love’. Shortly after encountering Brother Dai, I saw an advert in an alternative newsletter inviting people to come along for a session of ‘European Rolfing’. I asked Brown if he knew what on earth European Rolfing was, but he’d never heard of such a practice either. I had the feeling that it might involve Brother Dai.

The people who owned Methusula’s were readily identifiable because they seemed to have a great deal of money by Bangor standards. They drove a Porsche, which was unique for alternative people hanging out in Upper Bangor. The restaurant was very small, the prices were reasonable and the customers were mostly students. A lot of businesses in Bangor or Menai Bridge in those days were obviously hobby shops, owned by people who didn’t make enough from their shop to live on but who had another source of income (often a spouse who worked in the university or as a Top Doctor) which subsidised the shop. Methusula’s struck me as being that sort of business, but the couple who owned it worked in there themselves every night and then drove home in the Porsche which was parked just down the road. They did chat to the students and customers, but their goodwill was a bit forced. They sold up and left Bangor in about 1983 and told me that they were buying a pub and restaurant in Devon. They were so frosty when I asked them what their future plans were – which was weird because I’d been a regular in Methusula’s for ages – that I wondered if they had had some sort of bad experience and that’s why they were going.

So Father Deiniol used to be seen around Bangor amongst this crowd. Father Deiniol used to turn up to freshers’ events at UCNW and he was still doing this when I left Bangor in 2012. I was manning a stall at the postgrad fair and who rolled up but Father Deiniol. I had no idea that he was a paedophiles’ friend and hosted the kids from Y Gwyngwyll, I only received information about this after I began this blog.

Father Deiniol has a heavy internet presence. He features on a Facebook page, ‘Past Times of Blaenau Ffestiniog’ and under the title ‘Father Deiniol, Respected Member of Blaenau Ffestiniog’ one can read about Father Deiniol’s ‘journey’. Father Deiniol certainly gets around, he’s travelled the world and although he speaks Welsh, English and Greek, it would appear that Father Deiniol originally came from Wrexham. The coverage of Father Deiniol’s adventures tell us that he became involved in the Orthodox Church when he was a teenager in Wrexham and subsequently founded the Wales Orthodox Mission in the mid-1980s. Father Deiniol is of the generation who were young men when that paedophile ring based in the children’s homes in Wrexham really began expanding their business.

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation. Paedophile ring you say? Bechod, we’ve got harps and Elinor Bennett, we’ve got literature and Kate Roberts, we’ve got art and Kyffin and we’ve also got an Orthodox priest with a penchant for purple nail varnish on the toes of young boys…

In 2008, Father Deiniol – Tad Deiniol in Welsh – starred in a TV series, ‘Taith Tad Deiniol’. The series was narrated by Twm Morys who did so because he has ‘an interest in the Orthodox Church’. Twm is a media-friendly Bard who has featured on this blog recently (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Twm’s dad/mum is Jan Morris, who when she was James Morris, was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition – the team leader was Sir Charles Evans, the Top Doctor who was Principal of UCNW for all those years when the paedophiles’ friends ran the place. Twm and Jan are big fans of paedophiles’ friend and colleague Dr Chris Evans.

The TV series starring Father Deiniol was made by Peter Telfer of mid-Wales production company Pixel Foundry, who it is said ‘was a pupil of Father Deiniol’s at Ysgol Ardudwy’.

Pixel Foundry was dissolved in 2013 but used a number of addresses at Machynlleth as well as one at Abersytwyth Arts Centre. Peter Telfer was the Creative Director and a Suzanne Kemp was the Company Secretary. Peter Telfer used an address in Ceinws for a long time. Ceinws hit the media for all the wrong reasons in 2012, when five yr old April Jones from Machynlleth was murdered by Mark Bridger, who lived at Ceinws, having moved there from Birmingham.

One newspaper article stated that Father Deiniol was the Chaplain at Aberystwyth and Bangor Universities.

 

Another correspondent has told me that a teacher from Anglesey known to the kids as ‘Seagull’ who was ‘hated and feared’ by the children was also a regular at Y Gwyngwyll. I have not been given Seagull’s real name.

 

There was quite a bit of action at Blaenau Ffestiniog other than Father Deiniol and his Orthodox Church. Blaenau hosted Ceryl Wyn Davies, who I am told still lives there. Ceryl Wyn Davies was the Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School (a primary school near Blaenau) who in 1986, whilst Bowen Rees was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, was jailed for 18 months at Mold Crown Court after pleading guilty to three charges of indecent assault on girls under thirteen. Ceryl Wyn was 47 yrs old at the time of his imprisonment and had been Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School for seven years.

Had Ioan Bowen Rees operated on the same level as the rest of us, Ceryl Wyn’s conviction might have left him a little red-faced, but being Ioan it won’t have. Ceryl Wyn had previous. In 1964, after being convicted at Holyhead Magistrates Court for indecently assaulting schoolgirls whilst being employed as a teacher, Ceryl Wyn was sentenced to nine months in prison. Ioan Bowen Rees stated that Ceryl Wyn’s 1964 conviction had been spent and ‘had to be ignored’. It was true that Ceryl Wyn’s conviction had been spent, but with regard to spent convictions, potential employers are obliged to exercise judgement not ignore the conviction under all circumstances. If the spent conviction is relevant to the job for which the offender is applying, the potential employer is required to take the spent conviction into account. Ceryl Wyn was a child sex offender who had applied for a job as a Headmaster of a primary school.

This was in the days before CRB/DBS checks, so Ceryl Wyn would not have been obliged to mention his 1964 conviction on his application when he threw his hat in the ring for the job as Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School. However, Gwynedd Education Authority were well aware that there was Something About Ceryl Wyn when he became Head of Tanygrisiau. He was already in the employ of Gwynedd County Council as a teacher and was promoted to Headmaster of Tanygrisiau – shortly after he had appeared before Blaenau Ffestiniog Magistrates in 1978 for, er, indecently assaulting school children.

Ceryl Wyn was acquitted. He was defended by the best – Emlyn Hooson QC, the then Liberal MP for Montgomeryshire! Emlyn was a pretty big hitter to bring in for an appearance in Blaenau Ffestiniog Magistrates Court.

Emlyn Hooson was a close mate of Ronnie Waterhouse. Hooson had been part of the Liberal Party panel which investigated Jeremy Thorpe regarding Norman Scott’s allegations years before Jeremy stood trial for conspiracy and incitement to murder Norman. The inquiry had finished by Lord Frank Byers – Lisa Nandy’s grandfather – hurling insults at Norman and Norman giving up and leaving the room in despair (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’).

It was the year in which Hooson successfully defended Ceryl Wyn for indecent assault that Jeremy Thorpe was charged with conspiracy and incitement to murder Norman. The year after Ceryl Wyn was acquitted, so was Thorpe.

It must have been really great being a friend of Emlyn Hooson.

Glyn Davies, the Tory MP for Montgomeryshire recently appeared in the Welsh media complaining that the recent TV drama about Jeremy Thorpe cast Emlyn Hooson in a very negative light, which according to Davies, was unfair. Glyn Davies spent years sitting on Montgomery District Council alongside Hooson’s wife Shirley, who died very recently (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

After Ceryl’s second imprisonment – in 1986 – Ioan Bowen Rees maintained that the 1978 panel who promoted Ceryl Wyn to the post of Headmaster was ‘not negligent’ and  ‘did not show favouritism’. Bowen Rees made the point that after his 1964 conviction and prison sentence, Ceryl Wyn was reinstated as a teacher by the Dept of Education in 1970. That was when Thatch was Education Secretary and whilst Cartrefle College was busy distributing qualifications to members of a paedophile gang. A great many of whom ended up working for Ioan Bowen Rees. Bowen Rees himself partly blamed Thatch for that business of Ceryl finding himself working as a Headmaster – ‘with hindsight we can see that the Dept of Education and the local LEA put too much trust in the individual in question’.

The ‘local LEA’ will have been Gwynedd, under the then Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, David Alun Jones, Ioan’s predecessor. Ioan wasn’t the Chief Exec when Ceryl Wyn was given a job as Headmaster, but Ioan almost certainly knew Ceryl Wyn back in 1964, when Ceryl Wyn was first jailed for sex offences against children. Because Ioan grew up in north Wales and for years worked as a solicitor for the old Denbighshire County Council. Ioan – and his parents – were well-known locally and in 1955 Ioan stood as the Plaid candidate for Conwy.

Ceryl Wyn may have been only reinstated as a teacher in 1970 out of the kindness of Thatch’s heart, but the folk of Blaenau obviously had no worries regarding his conduct with young people very soon after he was released from prison following his 1964 conviction, because in 1968 Ceryl Wyn was a member of the Council which oversaw the Youth Eisteddfod in Blaenau Ffestiniog. I have been sent a nice photo of Ceryl Wyn, along with the other members of the Council – Maldwyn Parry, Gareth Jones, Elwyn Hughes, Morwen Davies, Pegi Lloyd Williams and Geraint Vaughan Jones.

Ceryl Wyn Davies grew up in Blaenau and trained as a teacher at Coleg Normal in Bangor. He has been a member of a number of local choirs, including Cor Meibion y Moelwyn, of which he was the leader. Ceryl Wyn has also been the Chair of Blaenau Ffestiniog Town Council. He is a keen Eistedfoddwr and is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards. I am told that he still preaches locally.

 

Anyone who knows Blaenau Ffestiniog will know that there is absolutely no way that people didn’t know about Ceryl Wyn’s 1964 conviction when he became Head of Tanygrisiau School in 1978. Most of the town will have been to school with Ceryl Wyn and a good few will have been at Coleg Normal with him, EVERYONE will have known.

I am not suggesting that Ceryl Wyn should have been cast into the outer darkness after his 1964 conviction. It says a lot for Blaenau that he wasn’t followed by a baying mob demanding his testicles on a platter. But they did know that a very close eye should have been kept on him where children were concerned. Many people will have been well aware of that and may have had great reservations about Ceryl Wyn turning up as the local primary school Headmaster. I suspect that it was the usual story – we don’t like it, we are very worried but we don’t feel that we can even raise concerns because his mates are bigger than we are and we live here and everyone knows where we live. Neither do we fancy being framed for crimes or being carted off to the North Wales Hospital by the Welsh speaking psychiatric social worker (see post ‘No-One Is Innocent’) on the grounds that we have some serious delusions about a child molesting Headmaster and his friends.

I really don’t have a problem with north Wales accepting Ceryl Wyn back into the fold after he had been to prison. What I have a problem with is the shit that was flung at Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch, me and many others, because we did not have the same mates as Ceryl Wyn, yet we had not serially molested children over decades.

It was in April 1986 when Ceryl Wyn Did It Again and was sent back to prison. Which was about about the time when the threats and aggro towards me from Dr D.G.E. Wood, Tony Francis and other paedophiles’ friends began to escalate. I didn’t know, but at the time Tony Francis was sending furious letters to the BMA and the MDU stressing how dangerous and twisted I was on the basis of my allegations about Gwynne the lobotomist. Gwynne was almost dead by then, they all knew that he wasn’t long for this world, but I was mouthing off and Mary Wynch had put her case before the Master of the Rolls and that had been reported in the London-based broadsheets. I notice that Ceryl Wyn’s case received widespread publicity and was even reported in ‘The Times’. It was mentioned that Ceryl Wyn had indecently assaulted pupils as he marked their work…

Unlike Ceryl Wyn, I, along with others, were hounded out of jobs and nearly ended up in prison – indeed some people did go to prison – without having committed any offences at all. One of the barristers and judges who led the field in such prosecutions was the fat fool Huw Daniel. Who’s father, J.E. Daniel, was an inspector of schools in north Wales and worked at the Bala Theological College, along with the father of Dafydd Iwan – one time leader of Gwynedd County Council – and Alun Ffred, one time member of Gwynedd County Council and subsequently AM for Caernarfon and then Arfon.

Yma O Hyd! Indeed you are – and look at the bloody mess.

After Ceryl Wyn stood accused once more but was acquitted in 1978, Gwynedd County Council assembled a disciplinary panel which met twice to ‘review the position’. The panel decided that it was ‘unreasonable’ to ‘force the children who gave evidence during a lengthy court case to be questioned again’. There is a great deal of sense in that conclusion. I can only stand by and gawp as I witness the damage and distress inflicted upon victims of sexual assault as complete fuckwit after complete fuckwit demand that they ‘talk about it because it helps’. Does it? When was that demonstrated then? I’m not sure that there is much evidence pointing to that. There is however a great deal of evidence that suggests that sexual predators target people whom they think may have been victims of sexual assault previously. Anyone for Dafydd’s sex therapy?

The disciplinary panel would not have needed to have forced traumatised children to give evidence again. The children’s evidence had already been heard in open court. It was publicly available. What the panel should not have done was given Ceryl Wyn a job as a Headmaster shortly after the kids had given evidence, thus giving him unsupervised access to primary school children. Perhaps even the siblings and friends of the kids who had given the evidence…

I suspect that the kids of Blaenau Ffestiniog were fully aware of Ceryl Wyn, kids tend to be quite sharp with regard to adults who have a penchant to Fiddle About. It’s the adults who can’t cope if the Fiddler in question is a Headmaster to whom they are related or are friends with, or a Top Doctor who is good at getting the guilty out of Risley Remand Centre, putting the innocent in there or securing one’s relatives jobs as social workers or places at Liverpool Medical School.

But we didn’t know!

Jokes, cartoons, songs, nicknames…

We didn’t know.

Serious complaints followed by suicides and deaths, houses going up in flames…

 

A few other stars were and no doubt still are based in Blaenau, along with Father Deiniol and Ceryl Wyn.

In July 2010 Gwilym Euros Roberts was jailed for four and a half years after attacking his estranged wife Catrin with two knives. In April 2010 he broke into Catrin’s house in Blaenau – Roberts was also living in Blaenau but in a different house – armed himself with two knives from the kitchen, burst into a bedroom where Catrin was watching TV yelling ‘I’m going to kill you, fucking bitch’, pushed her onto the bed and tried to stab her in the head and neck. Catrin had been living in fear of Roberts and had dialled 999 when she heard someone breaking in, assuming that it was him. Catrin fought Roberts off, sustaining a broken nose and serious defence wounds to her hands and arms. Catrin stated that Roberts had attempted to murder her.

After Catrin fought back, Roberts ‘fled’ to the house of ‘a friend’ – media reports did not mention their name – and stated ‘I’ve lost it, I’ve tried to stab Catrin’. Roberts made a full admission to the police.

At the time that Gwilym Roberts knifed Catrin, he was on police bail following a brawl in March at the Oakeley Arms at Maentwrog – near to Blaenau – during which it was alleged that Roberts assaulted Catrin and another man, after he found them in a bedroom at the Oakeley Arms. Roberts’s bail conditions had stated that he was not to contact Catrin. Several complaints had been made to the police regarding Roberts breaching his bail conditions before he stabbed Catrin and a few days prior to attacking her, Roberts had been arrested on suspicion of criminal damage.

At the time of the attack on Catrin, much was made of broken-hearted Gwilym committing a crime of passion after the slapper Catrin was found with another man. There was no comment regarding why Catrin might have sought comfort in the arms of someone else. Catrin’s family simply released photos of a narrowly escaping death Catrin and starkly said ‘this is what he did to her’.

Gwilym Roberts was the Councillor for Diffwys and Maenofferen Ward in Blaenau on Gwynedd County Council. Roberts was a Councillor for Llais Gwynedd (Voice of Gwynedd), a breakaway group from Plaid. His conviction and imprisonment caused a by-election.

Roberts stood trial in July 2010. Some reports stated that it was at Mold Crown Court, but others said Caernarfon. He was charged with unlawfully and maliciously wounding or causing grievous bodily harm with intent, rather than attempted murder. Roberts was defended by barrister John Wyn Williams, who stressed that Roberts was ‘genuinely ashamed’ of his actions.

John Wyn Williams was based at Linenhall Chambers in Cheshire. Lord Alex Carlile was based at the same Chambers. John Wyn Williams is married to an Angel who works – or used to work – at the Ablett Unit, Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. One of her colleagues there was Dr Neil Davies, a mate of Dafydd’s. Neil Davies was the RMO for Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital when I and so many other people were unlawfully imprisoned there in 1986/87. Copies of medical records in my possession show that when one – brave – Angel – told Neil Davies that I had been unlawfully arrested and detained as a result of a ‘deal’ between Dafydd and a Superintendent Roberts at Bangor Police Station and she was most unhappy at being involved with this ‘deal’, Neil Davies told her that she wasn’t really involved, all she had to do was to refuse to let me go.

John Wyn Williams was one of the barristers from whom I sought a legal opinion regarding a possible negligence case against the NHS in about 2004-05. I had a conference with him and received a legal opinion that didn’t actually say ‘no hope on this one’, but somehow it all fizzled out without John Wyn Williams explaining why.

Recorder Winston Roddick QC presided over Gwilym Euros Roberts’s trial. Roddick is a longstanding paedophiles’ friend and was the former Counsel General for Wales when the Waterhouse Report was published (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’). Roddick stated that Roberts had  ‘shown genuine remorse’ and of course was ‘ashamed’. Roddick commented that Roberts had ‘an outstanding record of public service. The sentence is the shortest time the law permits’.

The record for Roberts’s case mentions that his ‘good character’, ‘remorse’ and a ‘character reference/witness’ were taken into account re sentencing. I do not know who the character reference was.

‘Call Dr DA Jones, he’s needed in court…’

Gwilym’s good luck just went on and on. In March 2011, whilst Gwilym was serving the shortest sentence possible for wounding rather than a massive sentence for attempted murder following two assaults, criminal damage and repeatedly breaking bail conditions, it was reported that Gwilym had been ‘wrongly assessed’ as being a future risk to the general public and that the condition imposed upon him to be subject to a period of four years on extended licence following his release from prison was overturned. The decision was made in the London Court of Appeal by Mrs – now Dame – Kathryn Thirlwall.

Kathryn Thirlwall went to school at St Anthony’s Girls’ Catholic Academy in Sunderland, then to Bristol University, then to Newcastle Poly.

Readers will remember the paedophile gang which operated in the north east with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales, who were protected by politicians, civil servants, Top Docs etc. Readers might need reminding that Lord David Hunt, who spent so many years concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al, is a Bristol University alumnus. As is D.G.E. Wood.

I am told that the MDU are now using the lawyers DAC Beachcroft. A company led by Lord David Hunt.

Grace Dent, the journo who is relentlessly talked up by ‘Woman’s Hour’ and has her own Radio 4 series which involves Grace giving voyeuristic accounts of the troubles of the members of what Blair called the underclass whilst she talks in a hushed northern voice, praised Mrs Justice Thirlwall to the skies after her judgement in the Mick Philpott case, which involved the scrounger with dozens of kids who perished in a house fire whilst the family lived high on the hog on benefits. Grace was particularly impressed with Kathryn Thirlwall being in possession of ovaries and related this to Kathryn’s firm line on male violence towards women.

In that case Grace, perhaps you’d like to move to Blaenau Ffestiniog where you too will be able to reap the benefit of Kathryn Thirlwall’s Wimmin’s Wisdom. There’ll be a spare house for you, because I imagine that when Gwilym Roberts was released, Catrin and anyone who dared support her relocated to another planet. There would have been a spare house anyway, Blaenau is on its knees after years of fuckwittery and it didn’t even have a cashpoint until a few weeks ago after a campaign led by the local MP Liz Saville Roberts. There’s no work and not many buses to get to work if anyone is lucky enough to find a job, so the houses are among the cheapest in the UK. If you’re retired or have a private income you’ll be OK and the countryside around Blaenau is lovely. But unfortunately you’ve got Gwilym on your doorstep and he’s untouchable.

The high profile Wimmin’s Champs in Wales such as Jane Hutt and Val Feld remained totally silent in the wake of Catrin nearly being murdered. Jane Hutt was the driver behind the vomit-inducing plaque commemorating Val Feld which now shines from the wall of the Senedd. Jane was the founder of Welsh Wimmin’s Aid. Whilst I was under attack by the paedophiles’ friends, a Wimmin’s Aid worker lived right opposite my house. She stood next to me at the bus stop, she passed me in the street and on one occasion she was in Bangor Magistrates Court when the paedophiles’ friends were trying to fit me up yet again. It was about five years before she even spoke to me and that was after I had left the village. I doubt if she is wicked through and through, she was probably just terrified of the paedophiles’ friends, as many people are when you get to know them.

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Somebody has told me that years ago I and other young women were filmed a la Psycho without our knowledge and the footage flogged and circulated. I can only presume that the scene of the crime was at dear old Denbigh. It was suggested that I should be in the throes of some sort of #Me Too trauma. Well I’m not. It doesn’t surprise me in the least, everyone knew what was happening to us and no-one, no-one at all helped us. At least I am still alive. I am far more interested in sociology and history and writing this blog and naming the people who were involved in this foulness, many of whom are still popping up in the media or in Parliament to give us the benefit of their wisdom.  I heard wimmin’s wisdom on the radio the other day, but I only caught a bit of it. An American feminist who is busy in the UK yelled at the interviewer that the only way of stopping male sexual violence was by making prostitution illegal. Well that worked so well in north Wales didn’t it. By the way Ms Wimmin’s Wisdom, things were so bad in north Wales that Dafydd and co abducted boys and sold them across Europe. No-one gave a stuff but Jane and Val did bang on about being strong wimmin and chwarae teg at length.

 

Before Gwilym Roberts was banged up, he was a Director of Tourism Partnership Mid-Wales; Prime Cymru; Gwynfryn Cymuneddol Cyf; and Secretary of Tan y Maen Ltd.

I may have got this wrong, but I am fairly sure that Gwilym used to be a children’s/young person’s social worker with Gwynedd County Council, although all references to this have disappeared from the internet. After Catrin nearly left for the next world, I remember noting the unique combination of a broken heart, a passion for the community, a record of outstanding public service and a near brutal slaying that was to be found within Gwilym, because I remembered Gwilym from some years previously.

Gwilym had been a leading light in a group which was established in Wales in about 2000 called Cymuned, in response to the perceived crisis in rural Wales. The concerns were the dying of the Welsh language, closures of rural schools and other services, houses being beyond the price of many local people’s pockets and the lack of employment which paid well enough to actually enable one to support oneself. Some of my friends were involved in Cymuned and invited me along, so I went to some meetings. The English press were keen to portray Cymuned as a cottage-burning Nazi-style anti-English group – someone cheerily asked me why I was hanging out with the Welsh Nazis – but there were people in Cymuned who were definitely not of that ilk. I met some very genuine people who were nothing but welcoming to me and who were tearing their hair out over what was happening in rural Wales. But then the usual phenomenon emerged. The nutters and the in-fighting.

I knew one member of Cymuned who was forced out of her job at Coleg Menai as a teacher of Welsh to English speakers by a Plaid Councillor on the grounds that Cymuned might damage Plaid at the polls. This teacher was so enthusiastic that in her spare time she and a group of her friends had offered free Welsh lessons to anyone who was interested. Which is surely the sort of Welsh teacher that one needs. Then the ‘Daily Mirror’ began launching attacks on Cymuned, particularly Llais Councillor Seimon Glyn. The Mirror had a go at Seimon Glyn because he had been making public speeches about the cost of housing in rural Gwynedd – which was a very real problem.

The Cymuned battles took place just before and just after the publication of the Waterhouse Report. The Mirror could have mentioned that Seimon was a young person’s social worker in Gwynedd and asked him how he managed to miss the presence of a vicious paedophile gang which was facilitated by his managers and his colleagues. But The Mirror didn’t. They got cross because Seimon spoke Welsh and was raising concerns about the dire state of the economy in north west Wales. Call me naive but I can’t see anything wrong with that.

I remember seeing Gwilym Roberts at Cymuned meetings. I didn’t know him but he wasn’t one of the welcoming ones. He reminded me rather of Martin Webster of the National Front in the mid-70s. Gwilym was articulating concerns that people had brought to him and was welcomed by some as a people’s champ, but there was a sort of aura of serious aggression which surrounded Gwilym. I thought perhaps that I was being a poncy Guardian reader and detecting something that wasn’t there, but years later some residents of Blaenau told me that Gwilym had upset and alienated some people in Cymuned by his hostility and aggression. Then some other people in Blaenau told me that Gwilym was not a nice man and had been doing some very unacceptable things for a long time but was well-protected by his mates.

Including the Court of Appeal in London it would seem.

Gwilym was mates with another Llais Councillor from Blaenau, Dafydd Williams, a man known locally as Black Dafydd, which always upset newly arrived English people because they immediately presumed it to be a racist insult. It wasn’t. Black Dafydd is Welsh, but grew up in the Methodist orphanage in Bontnewydd – he was the only black person around and he ended up being called Black Dafydd by his mates and people close to him.  He didn’t have a problem with it – I suspect that he did experience racism but his mate’s nickname for him wasn’t a manifestation of that. One thing that really did irritate him was being called a Taffy when he went to train as an Angel in the north of England.

Anyone for lecturing Welsh people on the evils of racism?

Black Dafydd worked as a mental health nurse in north Wales. He had also previously been a police officer, in Wales and elsewhere. I have never discussed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal with Black Dafydd, but he must have known what another Dafydd who was white was doing, he absolutely must have.

A paedophiles’ friend of the highest order lives in Blaenau – Hefin Davies, the lying crook and Freemason who was the Chairman of Gwynedd Health Authority and then the Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust. The Hefin who’s signature is on documents in my possession showing that after I continued to raise concerns regarding Dafydd Alun Jones, Hefin’s response was not to investigate but to consult a number of lawyers and ask them how I could be prosecuted.

Can you explain your response Hefin? Particularly as you had also received a letter from Brown – which was ignored and which your lapdog Ian Rickard claimed not to have received – telling you that he had heard Dafydd trying to bribe and threaten me into dropping my complaint against him?

I think that the whole lot of you should probably get down to Bangor pier and chuck yourselves off the end, I think that you’ve been rumbled.

The voice of Gwynedd??? The voice of a paedophile ring who supplied Thatcher’s friends with children for sex I think.

 

People who have followed this blog for a while might remember my references to the havoc in Blaenau some years ago when a war allegedly between ‘the Welsh’ and ‘the English’ took place, including in the local MIND drop in centre. A leading light in Blaenau MIND appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ alleging appalling anti-English feeling in Blaenau. Which is a bit weird, because Blaenau is a bit like Bethesda, it’s a former quarrying town where a lot of hippyish English people moved in ages ago, with a lot of mixing between the two groups. What there is in Blaenau, as with Bethesda, are paedophiles’ friends inflaming every situation possible. MIND is run by Dafydd and the paedophiles and has been for years.

Subsequent media coverage alleged that the aggro at MIND was not the result of anti-English feeling. According to the people who had been accused of racism, it was the result of a load of absolute bastards who had recently moved into Blaenau and colonised the MIND centre there. Further media coverage – and conversations that I had with people – revealed that Manchester City Council had purchased a whole lot of cheap houses in Blaenau and had literally dumped a group of problem tenants in them because Manchester didn’t want them any longer and it was these tenants who had been at the centre of the aggro. There was understandably outrage that Manchester had decided to give Wales the citizens that it didn’t want, but I did not ever hear any explanation as to how and why Manchester decided to use Blaenau as a dustbin. Someone sold Manchester City Council that job lot of houses and someone – indeed quite a lot of people – will have known that a penal colony of Mancunians was to be established in Blaenau.

Gwynedd County Councillors will have been among those who knew that this was going to happen. The North Wales Police will have known. The regional NHS will have known. The regional Social Services will have known.

Gwilym! Hefin! When did you find out that it was going to happen? Who flogged – and indeed advertised – that housing to Manchester City Council? Who INVITED them to dump their needy, expensive, rather difficult citizens into one of the most disadvantaged towns in Gwynedd? I think we should be told.

 

I mentioned that there was an English speaking contingent in Blaenau involved with radical causes. I used to hear about them years ago when I was a student at UCNW, but I didn’t know them. I later found out that some of them at least ended up living in the area because the presence of Bertrand Russell nearby made it a bit of a Mecca for people interested in radical causes. The Bertrand Russell who had so many friends and associates who knew, even back then, that there was organised abuse of vulnerable people in the region but that Top Docs and asylums could provide a helpful solution should anyone start making too much of a fuss (see posts ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’ and ‘No-One Is Innocent’).

 

The Hergest Unit patients who enjoyed themselves so much in the 1990s by ringing up Dafydd and pretending to be people as corrupt as him who had got themselves involved with ridiculous tangles as a result of their wrongdoing fell about laughing every time that Dafydd fell for the bait and would say ‘how can I help, how I help?’. Dafydd was always ready with a place in a nursing home for an awkward relative or a bed in a detox unit or an Army pension. Dafydd might be interested to know that on one occasion a distraught gentleman rang Dafydd’s ‘private secretary’ at his wit’s end because of his father-in-law, who had begun to develop dementia and repeatedly groped all the private nurses who had been employed to look after him. The problem was so bad that five nurses had walked out and word had got around and now no nurses would come to the house. Dafydd’s secretary was ever so sympathetic and said that perhaps a bed in one of Dafydd’s nursing homes was indeed the answer. The distraught gentleman asked of he should leave his details and his father-in-law’s name – it was of course ‘Dafydd Alun Jones’. The secretary screamed with laughter, sounded as though she had nearly fallen off her chair and then put the phone down.

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‘We didn’t know.’

You all knew and the reason why you all joined in the bellyaching about ‘dangerous patients’ was that the patients had begin to discover the extent of Dafydd’s criminality and were finding out who was helping him.

 

An e mail that I received some time ago suggested that in a region like north Wales, a major trafficking ring would have needed the collusion of the ‘police surgeons’ – which was the grandiose term for local GPs who would attend the police station if the police thought that it was necessary. The police surgeons were undoubtedly colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles. My post ‘Hippocratic Oath Or Hypocritic Oaf?’ detailed the conduct of a police surgeon, Dr K. Shah, who, after what must have been the only honest social worker in Gwynedd refused to section me just because Dafydd told her to do so, told Sgt Morgan of Bangor Police Station to unlawfully keep me in the cells whilst Shah rang around and found a social worker that would do what they were told. Shah was a GP in Menai Bridge who was in a GP practice with Dr P.W. White, another paedophiles’ friend. On another occasion on which Dafydd and the paedophiles had me arrested, another police surgeon turned up. As usual I was not given his name, no-one was ever given anyone’s names. He didn’t conduct himself like Shah, he was quite pleasant and good-humoured, but he certainly knew all about Dafydd’s less reputable activities because he sat there joking about them. He didn’t section me, but left the police station. Yet no-one let me go. Once more I was held illegally for hours ‘because Dr DA is coming to see you’. Dafydd turned up at about midnight, crashed through the doors and said to me ‘I think ewe should be in prisssson’. Why, he did not explain. I didn’t end up in prison, Dafydd’s Cunning Plan was foiled, although I was kept at the police station overnight and kicked out the next day. The police surgeon who had joked about Dafydd’s idiocy did not raise any concerns regarding what was happening.

Dr D.G.E. Wood was one of the police surgeons. So of course police surgeons were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles, Wood was one of them.

My correspondent – who is a Top Doctor himself – made the point that much of the police surgeons’ work is related to the use of alcohol and drugs. Which hadn’t occurred to me. Corrupt Top Doctors working in that domain would certainly be able to cause havoc for patients in custody. Furthermore Dafydd was north Wales’s ‘substance abuse consultant’.

On one occasion, in Caernarfon Police Station in about 2003, a police surgeon was called – after the mental health services had once again had me arrested on the basis of the perjury of their own staff – who seemed incredibly nice. He talked to me at length, stated his opinion frankly that the Hergest Unit was so unsafe that patients should not be there. As he left he told me that he was so unhappy at ‘what has happened to you today’ that he would be leaving a log of his concerns on the police record. It was another three years or so before my lawyers extracted my records, but although I’ve found the paperwork and the police records relating to that occasion, there is no record of this GP having seen me. Whether he was yet another person who was frightened and just told me a lie or whether he did make a record and it disappeared I don’t know.

The other service which was fully on board with the sex trafficking ring in north Wales was the Ambulance Service. I have mentioned before that the abducted always arrived at Denbigh under cover of darkness, in the middle of the night. Everyone ended up there after being unlawfully arrested, but they were never taken to Denbigh by the police, it was always by ambulance. Furthermore, although the abducted were usually arrested during daylight hours, for some reason an ambulance was never available until after about 10 pm. Well police cars would have  been noticed wouldn’t they. And as with Angels and Top Doctors who are vital cogs in a people trafficking gang, Ambulances can be wrapped up as part of a ‘caring’ NHS, rather than a punitive police response. It was of course Alun Davies, the manager of the Hergest Unit, who wrote that splendid letter and CC’d it to other managers and Top Docs, explaining that it was helpful that I had agreed to see Tony Francis because that would give Gwynedd Health Authority the appearance of taking a ‘caring’ attitude to me, which would stand them in good stead with the magistrates the ‘next time that we prosecute her’. I wasn’t facing any charges when Davies wrote that letter, but it wasn’t long before I was.

In north Wales I knew of a violent wife-beating ambulanceman who was abusive to one of his neighbours who was a Hergest patient and was also very abusive to his own step-daughter who was a mental health patient. His long suffering second wife finally escaped from him and told me that she suspected that he might well have killed his first wife. His first wife ‘had a breakdown’, was taken to Denbigh and on the day that she was released was later found drowned on Denbigh moors. The ambulanceman had collected her – in his ambulance no less, not in the family car – and on the way home, she had ‘gone mad’, overpowered him, run away and must have drowned herself.

I knew of other people who became paramedics in north Wales who I certainly would not have wanted to be in the back of an ambulance with, but north Wales doesn’t seem to be alone where dangerous ambulancemen are concerned. In 1978 a 13 yr old newspaper boy in the West Midlands, Carl Bridgewater, was shot dead on an isolated farm. Four men were subsequently imprisoned for Carl’s murder, but it was admitted in the end that they had been framed by the notoriously corrupt West Midlands Serious Crime Squad and after many years languishing in prison they were released. Subsequent investigations suggested that Carl’s murderer was suspected to have been an ambulanceman who was allowed to do pretty much anything that he wanted when ‘on duty’ and who also had a supply of caring NHS colleagues who lied to the police and fabricated documentation when questioned (see post ‘More Than Politics And Local Government’).

At the time that Carl was killed, nearby in Staffordshire, there was serious child abuse. An Inquiry was subsequently held, Chaired by paedophiles’ friends Barbara Khan and Allen Levy QC, which admitted serious abuse but not as serious as it was. The most high-profile figure in the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal was a social worker called Tony Latham, who sounded remarkably like Gwynedd’s own Keith Fearns. Latham was a poorly qualified ‘team leader’, aggressive and intimidating to both clients and colleagues and the focus of complaints that were not investigated. Latham also ran a number of businesses which were completely unrelated to social work and were rather odd. As did Keith Fearns. Fearns ran a B&B which is not a weird thing to do, but Fearns hated the human race, it’s not as if he would want to entertain strangers, but most intriguingly, Fearns for years ran a fancy dress hire company. I never worked out what it was all about, but at the bottom of Fearns’s drive was a big sign advertising fancy dress hire. If anyone can think of any reason why a perjuring people trafficker would be hiring out fancy dress, please let me know. It was fancy dress, rather than disguises or plastic surgery to change Fearns’s appearance when he escaped to South America, he could hardly escape justice dressed up as Marie-Antoinette.

 

Recent comments left on this blog mentioned that Greville Janner seemed to have used Jewish networks to protect himself. Janner and Leo Abse both certainly did this, but I don’t think that it can therefore be concluded that there is a particular problem with child abuse in the Jewish community. Abusive people utilise whatever networks to which they have access in order to use as umbrellas. In north Wales, Dafydd and co used political parties, the National Eisteddfod, the International Eisteddfod, the various churches and chapels, the choirs, Welsh language groups, indeed just about everything. Then there were the charidees and wimmin’s groups who were concealing Dafydd and the paedophiles. English people tended to point at ‘Welsh’ things and scream, but sadly Dafydd et al had such a grip on the region that the whole of society had been corrupted.

The paedophiles’ friends in the Bangor area congregated at the Bangor Golf Club. There was a contingent of people in the area who made a point of playing at the Beaumaris Golf Club rather than Bangor and I did wonder if it might have been because they felt so uncomfortable at Bangor Golf Club. Or of course they might have had their own scam going over at Beaumaris. Bob Ingham, Keith Fearns’s henchman in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, could be found playing golf at Bangor Golf Club when he was supposed to be on duty, a number of members of the clique who hung around the NHS managers in Gwynedd also spent their leisure time at Bangor Golf Club, as did Elwyn Jones, the corrupt Bangor solicitor who was a paedophiles’ friend and who doubled up as Treasurer of Bangor University. Elwyn Jones was so enthusiastic about Bangor Golf Club that I would see him in Bangor Magistrates Court – he always gave the impression of being completely uninterested in his clients and not very competent either – and he would be doing nothing but telling the other solicitors and court officials how he was looking forward to getting onto the golf course after court. I would watch Elwyn Jones do the absolute bare minimum for his clients – even those in a state who were facing a possible prison sentence – and the minute that the case had finished, he’d shoot out of the door and head for the golf course.

I used to think that Elwyn Jones must have been the most boring old fart in Bangor, but I didn’t realise that Bangor Golf Club was one of the prime networking sites for the paedophiles’ friends. Which made a syndrome that I noticed in the mid-1990s very worrying. Golf became very popular among boys of about 10-12 yrs old in the Bangor area. Someone was vigorously promoting golf as a nice thing that dads could do with their sons if the boys were approaching adolescence. Obviously, the dads went to the golf club with their sons, but then as the boys got more confident on the course and became keener and keener and the poor old dads needed a rest, the boys were told that of course they could come and play golf by themselves. I used to chat to a boy at the Bethesda bus stop who would tell me all about it. I was a bit surprised that a boy of 11 or 12 would want to spend his time with Elwyn Jones and the old farts of Bangor, but now I know what that golf club was being used for I find it horrifying.

 

So let’s name another in hiding who knew what Dafydd and the paedophile gang were up to.

Here’s a surprise for everyone – as it was for me when I realised: Dr Lyndon Miles, a GP in Bangor who arrived in Gwynedd in about 1983-84. Dr Miles was the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Board when it was led by Mary Burrows who was doing her best to challenge the paedophiles friends and the BMA in north Wales – or at least I think that she was. I knew damn well that the paedophiles’ friends were trying to sabotage the new Board and there were knives going into people’s backs all over the place. What I didn’t know at the time was that Edwina Hart, the Health Minister, who loathed the paedophiles’ friends herself, was of course deeply compromised because of her previous in the TUC – and as a member of the Swansea Mafia – where she had spent many years doing deals with the paedophiles’ friends to advance herself. She did exactly the same thing when she was appointed Health Minister, so she couldn’t actually get rid of them let alone arrest them, in spite of me having given her enough evidence to put some of them on trial. The rotten core remained intact, with the usual NHS solution – new job titles and new logos everywhere.

Dr Lyndon Miles was a friend of Edwina’s. It was Lyndon’s resignation as Vice-Chair that precipitated the collapse of the newly appointed Betsi Board, which led to the return of Peter Higson, Margaret Hanson and the bestest vintage paedophiles’ friends. I witnessed Lyndon address a baying mob of paedophiles’ friends at a public meeting – the baying mob was organised by an NHS trade union rep, I arrived early, heard the plan and watched it unfold. The mob had been bussed in from Blaenau Ffestiniog no less. The baying mob were going apeshit about the proposal that newborns needing intensive care should be treated at Arrowe Park near Liverpool, rather than in north Wales. Lyndon made an excellent speech explaining that the best care was available at Arrowe Park and if he had a critically ill baby, he would want the best care for the baby. I was in agreement, because I knew that the maternity units in north Wales were dangerous, that babies and even on occasion mothers had died needlessly and that Edwina was not coming clean about this. What I didn’t know was that Dafydd and the paedophiles controlled most of the Liverpool NHS as well, including I expect Arrowe Park.

Lyndon’s resignation came as quite a surprise, especially to me. Because just two weeks previously, Lyndon had bumped into me in a cafe and told me how good it was that someone at least understood the Board’s dilemma. I told him that I thought the threats that had been made in public to the Board were very unacceptable and that I noted that no-one, not even the politicians or the media who witnessed it, had called for calm. Lyndon responded by saying that it was becoming very difficult, that the press were in full cry and were being led by Trinity Mirror group, but the Board were determined and would not crumble. It can only have been two weeks later that Lyndon resigned, causing a crisis.

So it seems that Lyndon was yet another person who was not being honest and transparent. So I’ll give Lyndon a surprise. Because I am not the sort to join a baying mob, I’ll remind Lyndon of a few things that I was keeping politely quiet about when he told me that honestly, he really had never heard anything at all about the abuse of mental health patients in north Wales. I knew Lyndon many, many years ago. As the crisis caused by the sex traffickers running the Student Health Centre reached catastrophic proportions, a lovely young doctor arrived to join the Student Health Centre and he came highly recommended to all those who had heard about the lobotomist and Wood and said ‘Christ I’m not going there’. A Dr Lyndon Miles. I never heard anyone allege that Lyndon had groped them, propositioned them or treated them so brutally that they attempted suicide. Lyndon was always charm itself and his patients liked him. But Lyndon knew what Wood and Gwynne Williams were doing and he let them carry on doing it. Even when one of his patients was murdered by the gang. It was my housemate Anne. Anne and I had many conversations, she knew what had happened to me and I heard a lot about her consultations with Lyndon. They murdered her Lyndon and I bet that you realised that.

Lyndon had another patient who was ruined by the gang as well. A Bangor student who developed mental health problems who was literally passed around the junior gynaecologists at Ysbyty Gwynedd. She became pregnant by two different junior doctors and she was coerced into an abortion by them each time. They arranged the abortion – in a area of the UK which prided itself at that time on having so many Top Docs and others who were anti-abortion that they had made it virtually impossible for women to access abortions on the NHS – and when she told them that she didn’t want an abortion, on both occasions the solution was the same. She was found a bed in the psych ward at Ysbyty Gwynedd, by her very helpful GP, Dr Lyndon Miles, where she was left alone and distressed whilst pressure was applied from all staff to have a termination because how would a girl like her ever look after a baby? Within two days of having the terminations, she was discharged by Tony Francis with no aftercare. Other staff and patients were told not to have anything to do with her because she really was a dreadful character (see post ‘Another Case Of ‘Not Knowing’?).

Terrible girl actually – with a First, who was winning national poetry competitions, kind-hearted, sensitive and who could have had a few people in prison if anyone had ever treated her complaints as they should have.

Happy memories Dr Miles! Take a hint – don’t ever be so fucking stupid as to do a deal with a paedophile ring and a Health Minister who isn’t as savvy as she thinks that she is again.

Dr Miles is Chair of the Board of Trustees at St David’s Hospice in Llandudno, an institution governed and managed by the paedophiles’ friends since it’s inception.

 

Spot The Difference – It Might Not Be As Obvious As It Appears

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, someone has made a complaint about Dafydd et al. Cue the NHS Independent Professional Review, Chaired by Professor Robert Bluglass:

 Diagnosis: ‘She’s A Witch!’

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Heart Of Darkness

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

A true paedophiles’ friend.

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

Brightman bagged a peerage from his former pupil in 1982.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

You’re doing a great job Maurice!

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sir Stephen – a verray parfit gentil knight.

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation.

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

As Ronnie, is avarice. And indeed lust.

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

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation…

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

Mark Williams

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

Cry, The Beloved Country

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1991-93: Management Accounts, Barts NHS Trust

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

A whole extended family of paedophiles’ friends there.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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