The Compassion Centre

Readers will probably know that among the numerous other beneficial effects of Mindfulness claimed by its inventor, Dafydd’s former colleague Professor Mark Williams, is that it Increases Compassion. That is why the mental health workers who regularly practised Mindfulness, went on Mindfulness retreats and attended/spoke at conferences on Mindfulness facilitated a criminal trafficking gang, oversaw some of the highest rates of suicide in the UK, stood by while their clients became destitute, threatened their clients and perjured themselves in order to secure criminal convictions against their clients.

In recent years, Mark Williams et al have set out to demonstrate that Mindfulness Increases Compassion by the use of brain scans. I’m delighted to report that the research is going well and people have assured me that you can see the Compassion Centre of the brain ‘lighting up’ in those who practice Mindfulness.

The frontal lobe contains most of the dopamine-delicate neurons in the cerebral cortex. The dopamine system is associated with reward, attention, short-term memory tasks, planning, motivation and, in psychiatrists in north Wales and employees of Gwynedd and Clwyd Social Services, it contains the neurons responsible for people trafficking. Being the Vice Centre of the brain, the frontal lobe is commonly coloured red in textbooks:

 

 

Many readers will know that Mark Williams’s research fraud was so successful that he duped numerous politicians who had no knowledge of biomedical sciences at all and thus could be fed any old crap into robustly promoting Mindfulness on the grounds that it has the potential to transform society. Mindfulness was invented by Mark Williams while he lived and worked in Gwynedd, which had one of the highest suicide rates in the UK, one of the lowest mean annual average incomes, one of the poorest performing health services and a Social Services which abused and neglected the people whom it was paid to care for. Williams invented Mindfulness in the late 1980s. Gwynedd still has a high suicide rate, a very low mean average annual income and a non-functioning NHS and Social Services, so clearly it is a testament to the transformative powers of Mindfulness.

Chris Ruane, the Labour MP for the Vale of Clwyd, 1997-2015 and from 2017-present, really loves Mindfulness, he wants everyone to have a bit of it and led the Parliamentary Mindfulness charge. Chris’s constituency covers the areas of Denbigh and St Asaph/Bodelwyddan. The Denbigh area is still choc full with people who worked at Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon and Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, a truly lethal hospital managed and staffed by associates of Dafydd et al, is located at Bodelwyddan. St Asaph Cathedral had a member of staff who molested kids for years and one of the organists at St Asaph Cathedral was the son of Geoff, the landlord of the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda. Geoff was a Tory and a believer in law n order. Which will be why some of the police officers in north Wales boasted that they beat up local lads and threw them in Llyn Ogwen and when the victims of these violent assaults appeared in court charged with whatever they had been fitted up for, ‘we’d always be OK if Geoff was on the bench’. Some local men were found dead in Llyn Ogwen having ‘drowned while swimming when drunk’. See previous posts.

Chris Ruane doesn’t have any excuses for supporting Williams’s con, Ruane knows north Wales very well and has spent his entire life on the turf of Dafydd’s gang. Ruane attended Ysgol Mair Roman Catholic primary school in Rhyl. He then went to the Blessed Edward Jones RC High School (he was three years above Carol Vorderman). Blessed Ted’s ended up in very, very serious difficulties which culminated in the removal of the Headmaster in approx 2001 amidst a huge scandal; the school became a no-go area for teachers and pupils, people were fleeing while screaming loudly. Ruane graduated from Aberystwyth University in 1979, when that institution was staffed and managed by the paedophiles’ friends. Ruane then obtained an PGCE from Liverpool University in 1980. He was a town Councillor from 1988 and the Chairman of West Clwyd NUT region. Chris Ruane was a primary school teacher from 1982–97 and a Deputy Head from 1991–97.

Chris was elected as a Labour MP five months after the Waterhouse Inquiry opened.

Here’s Chris, he knows nuzzing…

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Chris Ruane contested Clwyd North West in 1992, but was unsuccessful. So Chris was selected as a candidate when the Windbag was Leader of the Labour Party. The Windbag who knew Dafydd’s pal Dr Tony Francis, who was a great promoter of Mindfulness himself.

I am wondering if the effect of Mindfulness on the nation’s politicians is now beginning to manifest itself at last, because The Guardian Online is reporting that Lord Alf Dubs is to launch a cross-party ‘Compassion in Politics’ campaign. Lord Alf’s image is that of a kindly old buffer who has Special Insight into matters humanity because of his well-known status as a child from what was then Czechoslovakia who fled the Nazis. Alf was one of the mainly Jewish children saved by the English stockbroker Nicholas Winton and others on the Kindertransport (Dubs’s father was Jewish). Alf’s father had fled to England the day that the Nazis arrived in Czechoslovakia and young Alf was to meet him at Liverpool Street station. Alf later said that he clearly remembered leaving Prague station at age six and not touching the food pack given to him by his mother for the next two days. His mother was initially denied a visa but was able to join him and his father in London shortly afterwards.

Lord Alf’s True Story is now so well-known that I had forgotten how it first reached the ears of the world and indeed the ears of Alf himself. I refreshed my memory recently. Alf’s True Story was revealed by Esther Rantzen in Feb 1988 in an episode of ‘That’s Life’.

 

It was in late 1987 or very early in 1988 when I wrote to Esther Rantzen about Dafydd et al and provided her with details of the horrors of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Esther didn’t ring the gas board and neither did the young men with curly hair on her show. She didn’t even read out my letter and make any jokes about deformed root vegetables. Neither did Cyril compose an Odd Ode about Dafydd. Esther did not reply. Why did I write to Esther? Because she had launched a mental health campaign on ‘That’s Life’ and I thought that Esther ought to know what the mental health services in north Wales were actually doing to people.

After Esther launched her mental health campaign, David Scarboro, an actor in East Enders, killed himself in April 1988 and Esther put on her serious face for the TV cameras and maxed out on David’s death. David Scarboro had been treated very badly indeed by a section of the press with which Esther usually had a very chummy relationship. David played the part of ‘Mark Fowler’ and became upset when in 1985, the East Enders storyline dictated that ‘Mark Fowler’ should become a racist. Things came to a head when the script called for a scene in which ‘Mark’ was to deliver racist abuse. Scarboro refused to play the scene. After this it was decided that he should leave the show. His character was abruptly written out of the storyline.

In December 1985, Scarboro briefly returned to the series and subsequently for brief stints in 1986 and 1987, but never on a permanent or on-going basis. Scarboro’s last appearance in the series was in the episode aired on Christmas Day, 1987.

Elements of the UK tabloid press reported that Scarboro had been fired from the show for turning up late for filming and being unco-operative on set. Away from the series Scarboro initiated libel proceedings after several national papers published inaccurate stories about his private life, but the press continued to pursue him and his family. The ‘News of the Screws’ discovered that Scarboro was in a psychiatric unit, besieged it and published photographs of the unit. Scarboro subsequently left the unit because the unit could not protect his privacy and he could no longer get adequate treatment. Inaccurate stories about his condition were published, along with some very, very nasty headlines about the psycho David. David was known to have been distraught at the press coverage and at his inability to receive adequate care.

David died on 27 April 1988. His body was found at the bottom of Beachy Head and the coroner returned an open verdict, although David is always spoken of as having killed himself. A documentary on his life, ‘My Brother David’, was produced by the BBC in 1988, presented by David’s brother Simon. David’s parents left the country soon after their son’s death.

 

In 1988, Jimmy Savile’s sex offending was never mentioned in the media but in spite of all the We Didn’t Knows – including from Esther – a lot of people did know what Savile was doing.

 

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In 1988 I was told by two people who had been at Leeds University a few years previously that Savile was known to be sexually assaulting ‘young girls’. Two years later someone who’s dad knew Savile via Stoke Mandeville Hospital told me that everyone at Stoke Mandeville was of the opinion that Savile was a ‘twat’ and then in 2000 another person with Stoke Mandeville links told me that Savile was a bloody nightmare and that most of the money ‘raised’ by Savile was wasted on vanity projects, such as the Jimmy Savile Dining Room.

The tabloid press definitely knew what Savile was doing by 1988. They had been given stories but would not publish for fear of litigation.

In 1989, my friend who’s husband worked at the BBC told me that Esther was loathed, the most dreadful workplace bully, ruthless, completely insincere and that ChildLine was widely perceived to be a crude publicity stunt. In those days Esther was being seriously discussed as a potential future DG of the BBC. In 1986 Thatch had personally appointed Marmaduke Hussey as Chairman of the BBC Governors as a result of his close relationship to the Tory Party. Hussey had no previous experience of the BBC and was always seen as Thatcher’s henchman. His had followed a long career with Associated Newspapers, becoming MD; eventually Hussey became Chief Executive and MD of Times Newspapers, 1971-80. Hussey gave up several boardroom appointments when he took up his job at the BBC, but he remained Chairman of the Royal Marsden Hospital until 1998. 

In 1988, the Royal Marsden Hospital, along with a number of other institutions, began perpetrating the cancer research fraud funded by the Cancer Research Campaign and Imperial Cancer Research Fund, which involved Dr Peter Macguire, a former colleague of Dr Tony Francis. The fraud became public in 1990 and resulted in the presumed suicide of one of those involved, Professor Tim McElwain of the Royal Marsden Hospital (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’). At the time, I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign myself, at the University of Surrey in a team led by Professor Vincent Marks, the brother of the then President of the BMA, Dr John Marks. John Marks and Ken Clarke were at each others throats at the time. It all ended in stalemate because everyone involved was concealing serious wrongdoing, including that of Dafydd et al, who were procuring children for sex, for, among others, Thatcher’s friend and the then Minister of State for Energy with responsibility for oil, Sir Peter Morrison. Unbeknown to me, when I was working for Vincent Marks, the BMA were providing Tony Francis, Dafydd et al with advice as to how to frame me for serious offences.

The Princess of Wales was Patron of the Royal Marsden Hospital and it was one of the beneficiaries of the publicity stunt in New York which involved Di flogging off some of her clothes in June 1997, not long before she died.

Duke Hussey’s wife, Lady Susan Hussey, is a Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet and godmother to Prince William. Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison was also a Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet. Susan Hussey is the older sister of William Waldegrave, who in 1988 was a Minister in Thatch’s Gov’t and served as Secretary of State for Health, 1990-92.

Within three months of becoming Chairman of the BBC, Hussey had forced the DG Alasdair Milne to resign. Milne was replaced by someone more acceptable to Thatch, Michael Checkland.

See previous posts for the full background on Hussey and Checkland.

Jimmy Savile was a friend of Thatch’s and spent many weekends at Chequers with her. Savile was also a friend of Carlo’s.

 

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Esther knew that if she wanted to reach stratospheric heights at the BBC she couldn’t afford to piss Jimmy Savile off. Or indeed Dafydd, who was part of the network which Savile was using to procure young people for sex with VIPs.

Alison Taylor wrote to Carlo in about 1988 telling him that kids in care in north Wales were being abused. She received a letter from Carlo’s office stating that he could not become involved. In 1988 Carlo was the Chancellor of UCNW, which was facilitating an arm of Dafydd’s trafficking gang. Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster and Carlo’s close friend, owned an estate in Cheshire which was one of the Duke’s main homes. Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to the Duke’s estate for ‘work experience’ but refused to return again without explaining why.

Jimmy Savile was known to visit Bryn Estyn and one boy maintained that he was raped by a group of men while Savile watched.

In 1988, Savile was one of the senior managers of Broadmoor, along with his pal Alan Franey. Thatcher’s mate Baroness Trumpington aka Trumpers was the Health Minister who appointed Savile to the Broadmoor management task force (see posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’).

At that time, Broadmoor was full of patients who had been abused as kids in care and by the mental health services. Some of those patients were from north Wales, including one person who was mentioned in the Waterhouse Report as having been abused while in care in north Wales. In the late 1980s, Di began making much publicised visits to Broadmoor and Rampton, although the nature of her meetings with the patients and which patients Di met, was kept completely secret for reasons of ‘patient confidentiality’, a la Di’s visits to AIDS wards, among whose patients were rent boys who had been forced into sex work when in care in north Wales (see eg. post ‘The Wretched Of The Earth’). I am all for patient confidentiality, I always felt that Savile’s much publicised visits to children’s wards complete with TV cameras were gross, but the reason for the ‘confidentiality’ at the secure hospitals and the AIDS wards was because many of the patients were the victims of serious crime. The information black-out was to protect the high profile people who had offended against them.

Jimmy Savile also wandered at will at Ashworth Hospital. Ashworth Hospital was part of Dafydd’s domain, was run by Dafydd’s friends and had a dreadful reputation, easily as bad as Broadmoor. See eg. post ‘Security, Security’. One patient was battered to death by the staff at Ashworth – the murder was investigated by Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Robert Bluglass. There were two major inquiries at Ashworth and although it was admitted that the prevailing situation there was horrific, the problems were blamed on Dangerous Mental Patients, not the fact that the institution was run by a trafficking ring and that many of the inmates were victims of that ring.

 

Esther’s sister Priscilla was a social worker for Lambeth Borough Council. Lambeth had a massive problem with their children’s homes being infiltrated by paedophiles and kids in the care of Lambeth were sent to children’s homes in north Wales, where they were abused and then trafficked back down to London or Brighton. Priscilla’s boss was Valerie – now Baroness – Howarth, whom Esther appointed as CEO of ChildLine. ChildLine ignored phone calls from children in north Wales. One woman also maintains that she told Esther that Savile was abusing children. Esther claims to have no memory of this.

Savile and Esther were involved with the NSPCC. The Duke of Westminster was the Life Vice-President of the NSPCC from 1988 until his death in 2016. Here’s Jimmy with another supporter of the NSPCC:

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In north Wales, when the former kids in care were giving evidence regarding the abuse that they had experienced previously, support for them was offered via a Helpline run by the NSPCC, although the witnesses were by then adults. The managers of the NSPCC Helpline were the social workers who had facilitated the trafficking gang. One man who was rash enough to accept support from the NSPCC Helpline was found dead. The Helpline managers reassured themselves that they were covered by their insurance for such an eventually. Not only was the NSPCC Helpline run by the traffickers, but the North Wales Police were given the job of driving the witnesses to the venue where they gave evidence. The North Wales Police who had for years ignored all complaints about the abuse of kids in care and who had arrested the kids themselves if they persisted in complaining and who employed a number of officers who were abusing the kids.

 

I read the other day that Childline was set up after a conversation between Esther and Michael Grade in 1985. In the account that I read, it was claimed that Michael Grade had put the idea to Esther. In the summer of 1985, my friend worked in the box office at the Edinburgh Fringe. She ended up in hot water with her bosses when she refused to pull strings after Samuel Brittan, a journo with the FT and the brother of Leon Brittan, the then Home Secretary, demanded that she arrange tickets and accommodation for him to visit the Fringe, although everything had sold out weeks ago. Samuel was so irate that he wrote to his Big Mate Michael Grade, who wrote a wonderful letter to Samuel, telling him that he was ‘appalled’ at my friend’s ‘rudeness’ and that Grade would definitely get Samuel tickets ‘even if I have to give you my own’.

You SHALL go to the ball Samuel!

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The Fairy Godmother himself:

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When Leon Brittan was Home Secretary, he was handed a dossier compiled by the Tory MP Geoffrey Dickens which named a number of people, including Westminster figures, who were alleged to be abusing children. Brittan later claimed that he couldn’t remember receiving the dossier. Then Brittan did remember receiving it but couldn’t remember where he had put the dossier. Leon Brittan has been named as one Westminster figure who was possibly children himself. While Brittan was Home Secretary, numerous files relating to organised child abuse went missing from the Home Office. Meanwhile, the criminal activities of Dafydd et al continued unhindered in north Wales. See previous posts.

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A few scenes from life in Britain when Brittan was Home Secretary:

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The friend of mine who so angered Samuel Brittan was my best friend from school, who knew what had been happening to me in north Wales. Her mum was a clinical psychologist and her dad was a social worker and they had advised me after Francis began threatening me in the spring of 1985. My friend’s family lived in Somerset, just down the road from my family and Brown’s family. I now know that I and my friends were under surveillance by the security services by then.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that members of my family knew/were known by Somerset MPs Tom King, John Biffen and Edward du Cann (see previous posts). King and Biffen were members of Thatcher’s Cabinet and Peter Morrison was a Minister, 1983-85, under Tom King, when King was Secretary of State for Employment. Other west country MPs who knew people who knew relatives of mine were the Tory Jerry Wiggin and Liberals Paddy Ashdown and John Pardoe (see previous posts).

William Waldegrave’s family seat was and still is at Chewton Mendip in Somerset. Previous posts (eg ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’) describe how some people in Somerset who knew what had happened to me in north Wales but who did not support me did very well for themselves in terms of career progress and money throughout the late 1980s and the 1990s. One such person received a cheque from Coutts. William Waldegrave was a senior person at Coutts.

Dafydd’s partner-in-crime Dr D.G.E. Wood was from a medical family near Bristol. Over towards the Waldegraves’ neck of the Woods…

 

My friend who had the dust-up with Samuel Brittan in 1985 was driven out of her job at the Royal Television Society in 1991, just after I was forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School, after she wanted to make a film about north Wales. Her husband worked in the Drama Commissioning Dept of the BBC and was forced out of his job after his boss yelled at him that he’d make sure that he’d ‘never work in this town again’ when my friend’s husband refused to accept a bribe at work. Weeks later he was transferred to the Religious Broadcasting Unit at Manchester and was soon after made redundant.

The troubles of my two media friends escalated after the summer of 1985 when they moved to London to begin their media careers. They were gradually frozen out by most of their former friends from Stirling University – they had all been part of the circle which included Jack, later Lord, McConnell, who was elected as an MSP in 1999, just before the publication of the Waterhouse Report and then bugger me found himself Scotland’s FM in 2001 (see previous posts) – and they subsequently came under attack from gangsters (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

Lord Jack’s mate:

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In the summer of 1987, I went to see Leicester MIND as well as William Bingley, the Legal Director of MIND at MIND HQ in London and told them what I had witnessed and found out about Dafydd et al. I had no idea that not only was Dafydd involved in MIND himself, but that the organisation had been concealing his wrongdoing as far back as the 1960s. I presume that Bingley rang Dafydd and a few other people as soon as I left his office.

 

Readers might remember the Radio 4 light entertainment programme ‘Loose Ends’ when Ned Sherrin hosted it during the 1980s. It starred Carol Thatcher and although everybody on ‘Loose Ends’ did their ‘we’re not afraid to push the boundaries’ bit, Thatch had the BBC firmly under her thumb at the time. Emma Freud was also a regular on ‘Loose Ends’ and a ‘Loose Ends’ book published in 1988 describes Emma as being ‘the posh bird who giggles in the background’. Which was indeed all that Emma did on ‘Loose Ends’. But her dad was Radio 4 favourite/Liberal MP Clement Freud… Who has since been unmasked as a sexual predator, including towards underaged girls. Clement’s son was PR guru Matthew Freud. See previous posts. Gee, why ever didn’t we hear about Clement’s sexual assaults on teenagers then Matthew?? Emma Freud is married to Richard Curtis, who, with Ben Elton, wrote ‘Blackadder’. Ben Elton’s dad Lewis Elton was a Prof at Surrey University when I worked there in 1988 (see previous posts for details of Ben, his dad and others in their network). Emma and Richard were very conveniently living in New York during the year that Clement’s lecherous ways made headline news. They were off just before the story broke and then back again after the dust had settled.

Victor Lewis Smith, the film, TV and radio producer, had a regular spot on ‘Loose Ends’ from 1986. Victor Lewis Smith also worked on ‘That’s Life’. Lewis Smith is a York University graduate who presented his own programme on Radio York before joining Radio 4. Yorkshire: Savile ruled the region. Lewis Smith has written for ‘Time Out’, ‘Private Eye’, ‘Mail On Sunday’, ‘Esquire’, ‘Daily Mirror’, ‘The Independent’, ‘Harpers and Queen’ and ‘The Guardian’.

Stephen Fry was a regular on ‘Loose Ends’ in the 1980s. The Stephen Fry of ‘I took cocaine in Buck House, aren’t I naughty’ and ‘I’m friends with Prince Charles as well’ fame; the Stephen Fry who was/is a Labour Luvvie and is President of MIND. Fry rather blotted his copy book with supporters of MIND when he sent out a rude tweet about the self-pity of someone who was Sharing re their experience of sexual abuse. Shortly after the furore, Fry tweeted that his earlier tweet didn’t express his views; although it obviously had 20 mins previously. I don’t know why anyone was surprised that Stephen wasn’t as cuddly and fluffy as they presumed; Fry was born into a fair degree of privilege but believes that it had no effect at all on his later achievements and quips that of course public school didn’t help him, he was expelled from several but still ended up at Cambridge after serving a prison sentence. That is indeed true Stephen, but the difference between you and the people with whom I was banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, was that they were not guilty of the crimes for which they went to prison and no-one gave them a second chance yet alone a place at Cambridge when they came out of jail. Not that they all did come out, quite a few were found dead in prison.

Stephen Fry used to joke that prison wasn’t so bad, he wasn’t raped in the showers by Mr Big. Had Stephen been a kid in care in north Wales rather than the son of a Gov’t scientist, he’d have been raped repeatedly before he ever got as far as prison. And Carlo would not have invited him to Royal premises where Fry could enjoy a few snorts, any plea from Stephen to Carlo for help would have resulted in a letter from Carlo’s office saying that he could not get involved.

Stephen Fry famously made TV programmes about being a manic depressive to enlighten everybody else on the matter. Which seriously pissed off a few manic depressives known to me; they all had the same response: ‘he’s in fucking private clinics in America, just look at what is happening to us..’.

I don’t blame Stephen Fry one bit for not checking into Denbigh or the Hergest Unit, but he didn’t do people with serious mental illness any favours with his Public Information Broadcasts. More of a PR job for the Top Docs really wasn’t it Stephen?

I was amused to find that not long after I blogged about the messy reality of the Top Docs ‘diagnoses’ and ‘cures’ for prostate cancer, Stephen sent out a tweet explaining that he had recently had prostate cancer, his prostate had been removed and how grateful he was to the Top Docs for Saving His Life. Stephen Fry has had a good classical education but he knows bugger all about cancer research and the prevailing practices in that field. However he is intelligent enough to know that he cannot ever know whether the Top Docs did save his life or not, because there is not an identical Stephen Fry who did not have his prostate removed to use as a control. So Stephen is now doubly incontinent and impotent, which if it did save his life was worth it; but he does not know whether his life was saved or not. But I know that the PSA tests are throwing up a lot of false positives…

My friends who’s media careers were ruined used to meet Stephen Fry and Ben Elton at various events!

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Jonathan Ross also starred in ‘Loose Ends’ in the late 1980s. The Jonathan who was always an offensive twat but who somehow got away with it for years until he and Russell Brand rang up Andrew Sachs and boasted about Brand shagging Sachs’s granddaughter. There was much shock-horror re the upsetting of a national treasure and a granddad, which eclipsed the rather more unedifying spectacle of Brand bragging about whom he had sex with, when the woman concerned probably just wanted to forget all about the toe rag. Woss and Brand were middle aged men, not 15 years old, so I can’t work out why they were ever received in polite company again.

As for Ned Sherrin; er, where shall I start? Originally a barrister, smug, narcisstic and openly gay even back in the days of ‘That Was The Week That Was’ and David Frost etc. So Ned knew all of the Footlights/BBC 1960s crowd, all of whom knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring, Jimmy Savile etc. Some of them, like Jonathan Miller and Graham Chapman, knew about north Wales too…See previous posts.

Ned was the John Biffen of the BBC; the clever son of Somerset farmers who made it big. Like Biffen’s family, I think that Ned’s family were impressed by him even if they privately raised eye-brows. They were fairly mainstream Somerset farmers of their generation, so they must have been a little surprised at Ned’s activities.

Ned went to Sexey’s School at Bruton; yes it was really called that. When I was a teenager, the other schools in Somerset used to play Sexey’s School at team sports, Sexey’s seemed to take team games quite seriously.

I might return to ‘Loose Ends’ in a future post, I am still digging…

 

So this was the context in which Alf Dubs’s Amazing True Story was revealed and subsequently broadcast by Esther in February 1988. How did Esther get hold of Lord Alf’s True Story? Amazingly enough, that possessor of a big heart Robert Maxwell was the conduit.

It is often reported that Nicholas Winton, Lord Alf’s saviour, ‘suppressed’ his humanitarian exploits for many years. However, Winton mentioned them in his election material while unsuccessfully standing for election to the Maidenhead Town Council in 1954.

Yet Winton’s rescue achievements ‘went unnoticed for half a century, until in 1988 his wife found a detailed scrapbook in their attic, containing lists of the children, including their parents’ names and the names and addresses of the families that took them in. She gave the scrapbook to Elisabeth Maxwell, a Holocaust researcher and wife of media magnate Robert Maxwell…

Mrs Winton handed that scrapbook over to Cap’n Bob’s wife just like that…

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Winton himself could not remember the reason why this was done. Letters were sent to each of these known addresses and 80 of “Winton’s children” were found in Britain.’

One of whom was Alf!

In February 1988, Alf was invited as a member of the audience to ‘That’s Life’. At one point, Nicholas Winton’s scrapbook was shown and his achievements were explained. Esther asked whether anybody in the audience owed their lives to Winton, and if so, to stand – more than two dozen people surrounding Winton rose and applauded. Well fancy them all turning up like that! But would anyone have actually known if they really all had been saved by Winton? I bet that Esther didn’t take the microphone around to each and every one of them. The BBC were always fiddling figures and rigging situations, those standing up could have been anyone. Furthermore, Alf himself didn’t know that he’d been rescued by Winton until Esther told him…

Although a stockbroker, Winton was also ‘an ardent socialist who became close to Labour Party luminaries Nye Bevan, Jennie Lee and Tom Driberg’. Tom Driberg was a controversial figure in the Labour Party, being a bisexual communist with criminal connections. It was later revealed that Driberg had been working for the security services.

Alf Dubbs served as the Labour MP for Battersea South, 1979-83 and then Battersea, 1983-87. In 1988, when Alf’s True Story received all that heart melting coverage, the Windbag was the Leader of the Labour Party. The Windbag who knew Tony Francis and who was married to Glenys, the school teacher from Holyhead. Glenys’s parents had been Labour Party activists and were good mates with Lord Cledwyn, who in his capacity as the MP for Anglesey and Secretary of State for Wales, 1966-68, as well as a member of the Lords, for decades played a major role in concealing the crimes of Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Lord Cledwyn, along with Harold Wilson, Jim Callaghan, the Windbags and the rest of the Labour Party, also concealed the sex offending of George Thomas aka Viscount Tonypandy, who despite being a Labour politician, was a mate of Thatch and a big fan of the Royals.

 

In Dec 1987, Alison Taylor had been sacked by Gwynedd County Council. She had written to Thatch in Jan 1987 about the abuse of kids in care in north Wales and on Feb 28 1988 Alison wrote to Tony Newton, the then Health Minister.  Alison had also reported abuse to the North Wales Police, only to be told that she lacked credibility and was ‘manipulating’ children into making complaints. By Feb 1988, Mary had won her case against Dafydd et al, but they were refusing to pay her the damages that had been agreed.

By Feb 1988, my official complaint against Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services, Dafydd et al was lodged with the NHS and was the responsibility of the Medical Ombudsman in the Welsh Office, Professor Robert Owen. Who was one of Dafydd’s mates from the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s empire. Robert Owen was the Professor of Orthopaedic Surgery at Liverpool and also worked as a consultant at Alder Hey Children’s Hospital (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). While my complaint was supposedly being handled, the crooked lawyer from the Welsh Office, Andrew Park, was busy advising Dafydd et al on fitting me up…

By Feb 1988, the shit was hitting the fan in Cleveland in the form of the child abuse scandal there, which was the result of the gang operating in the north east of England with direct links to Dafydd et al in north Wales. Lord Justice Elizabeth Butler-Sloss was employed to Chair the whitewash for that matter. See post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’. Butler-Sloss was the sister of Michael Havers, who as Attorney General under Thatcher had blocked the prosecution of a number of well-connected paedophiles, including the diplomat and MI6 officer, Sir Peter Hayman.

 

Alf Dubs’s constituency of Battersea fell within Wandsworth Borough Council. Wandsworth Council, along with the staff of St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital, were facilitating a big paedophile ring which operated in south London (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). My documents show that there was a direct link between Wandsworth Social Services and Lucille Hughes of Gwynedd Social Services, Tony Francis and Dafydd. There were also direct links between St George’s/Springfield and Tony Francis and Dafydd. Donald Naismith, the Director of Education for Wandsworth, was known to be an active paedophile who was abusing kids in care. See previous posts.

St George’s Hospital had a close historical link with the Duke of Westminster. The Duke’s ancestors had donated the money and land which had led to the establishment of the original St George’s at Hyde Park Corner, Knightsbridge. When St George’s relocated to their new building in Tooting Broadway in 1980, the Duke demanded of Thatch that the Hyde Park Corner building – worth a great deal of money – should be returned to him, although it belonged to the Dept of Heath. The Duke was allowed to buy the building back for £6k… See previous posts.

In 1988, the year that Alf’s True Story took the world by storm, Professor Sir William Asscher, who as a Top Doctor in Cardiff for many years concealed organised abuse right across Wales, was appointed Dean of St George’s. When in Wales, Asscher had concealed George Thomas’s offending and the crimes of Dafydd et al. The previous Dean of St George’s had been deposed after Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, was imprisoned in 1986 for the possession of child porn. Ollie was a big player in a pan-European paedophile ring. Asscher spent the next eight years concealing the rest of the ring at St George’s/Springfield/Wandsworth, on Alf’s doorstep.

William Asscher’s first name was Adolf but he preferred not to use it. Asscher’s family were Dutch Jews who were deported to Westerbork transit camp, where Asscher’s mother secured their release in 1943 by fabricating claims to be of English descent. The family then came to Britain. See previous posts.

Adolf Asscher was just two years younger than Alf Dubbs.

 

In 1988, matters regarding the paedophile ring in the Leicestershire area were beginning to gather steam. Investigations were beginning after complaints about, among others, Greville Janner, one of Dubs’s fellow Labour MPs. Janner was a barrister, also Jewish and a leading light in the Jewish community. Janner’s father, Barnett Janner, had held Janner’s Leicester seat before him. Barnett Janner was also a lawyer and leader in the Jewish community who had moved to Leicester from Cardiff when Barnett was younger and in search of a seat.

In the autumn of 1987, Dr James Earp of the Towers Hospital, Leicester, concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales. See previous posts.

 

One high profile lawyer in south Wales in 1988 was Leo Abse, a Jewish lawyer who until June 1987 had been the Labour MP for Torfaen. Abse was a crook and a close friend of George Thomas. Abse admitted threatening and paying people off in order to protect George Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Leo Abse’s brother Danny was a poet and worked as a Top Doctor in south Wales. The Abse family all had a keen interest in psychoanalysis. See previous posts.

It was Leo Abse who, virtually single-handedly, was responsible for the Children Act 1975, which resulted in hundreds of kids in care being sent to north Wales (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Abse twisted the arms of Jim Callaghan and Dr Death in order to help him achieve this aim. Jim Callaghan had known Glenys Kinnock’s parents as long ago as when Glenys was a schoolgirl in Holyhead. Dr Death personally knew some of the Top Docs in north Wales who were facilitating Dafydd’s gang (see posts ‘Dr Death’ and We’ve Been Expecting You…’). Audrey Callaghan was in on the dinners where Leo Abse persuaded Jim Callaghan to support a rewriting of the legislation with regard to the welfare of children. Audrey had colluded with child abuse when she had sat on the London County Council. In 1969, Audrey Callaghan became the Chair of the Board of Governors of Great Ormond Street Hospital, where Savile dropped in on the kiddies trapped in their hospital beds whenever he felt like it. Audrey continued raising funds for GOSH for the next thirty years. The Princess of Wales was President of GOSH from 1989 and Di was involved with the fund-raising efforts of GOSH.

Leo Abse has been investigated for historical sex offences.

Jim Callaghan hated George Thomas but concealed his activities because Thomas was such a big vote puller in south Wales.  George Thomas was an enthusiastic supporter of medical charidees and also did much for the University Hospital in Cardiff, which was where William Asscher worked. Now which south Wales big wigs with feet in Cardiff and London and interests in medical charidees could have possibly been instrumental in the relocation of William Asscher to St George’s when the wheels very nearly came off the bandwagon after Ollie was jailed??

Here’s a smug old bastard who ensured that no-one would vote Labour for a very long time:

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Is that a finger part of a hand covered in blood??

 

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Leo Abse had supporters in the form of the Windbags. The Windbags were quoted in the press as having said of Leo Abse that ‘Leo was courageous, highly principled, very funny and totally unique.’ Leo was also very unpleasant.

The Windbags were friends with Claire Rayner, an Angel who by the 1980s was a regular on the BBC and in the tabloids. Rayner knew about organised abuse of children and vulnerable people at the hands of health and welfare professionals, she knew about Jimmy Savile and remained silent about all of it throughout her entire life (see post ‘The Wretched Of The Earth’). Claire Rayner is a good friend of Helena Kennedy QC.

Helena was a leading light in WISH (Women In Special Hospitals) which was established in the mid-1980s to support female patients in Broadmoor, Ashworth and Rampton. Helena knew that scores of women in those institutions were there for no other reason than that they repeatedly self-harmed or tried to kill themselves as a result of the abuse that they had suffered as kids in care or in the mental health system. Helena said nothing about this and she said nothing about Savile’s offending in Broadmoor either, although two female patients there killed themselves because of Savile’s assaults on them. See post ‘Close Your Eyes And Make A WISH’. For years, Helena worked closely with Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s/Springfield Hospital (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’), who was one of those concealing the trafficking ring in south London and who also colluded with Dafydd et al in north Wales (see previous posts).

The Windbag is Wales Patron of the Helena Kennedy Foundation.

Helena Kennedy worked with Claire Rayner on the panel which provided the advice re medical services in HMP Holloway in 1999, when there were great numbers of seriously distressed women in Holloway. The advice provided by Rayner and St Helena was to transfer the women to secure hospitals – where many of them had previously been abused…

The Holloway ‘initiative’ involving Rayner and Kennedy was announced on the day that Miranda’s Prisons Minister Paul Boateng visited Holloway. It was the Windbag who made Paul Boateng a junior Treasury spokesman in 1989.

 

As a young barrister, Helena Kennedy worked in Took’s Court, Michael Mansfield’s chambers. Mansfield lived in Wandsworth. Mansfield knew what was happening in north Wales and did not respond to it, even when I wrote to him in 1993. Mansfield had handled the trials of some of the men who rioted at Risley Remand Centre in 1989. Mansfield knew that the medical wing at Risley was full of kids in care from north Wales and Dafydd’s patients (see post ‘Include Me Out’). Mansfield didn’t represent them or ever talk about their plight.

Helena Kennedy was President of the National Children’s Bureau (NCB), with which the paedophile social work academic Peter Righton was involved. Righton was employed by Keele University; Mansfield is a Keele graduate.

 

After discovering his own True Story, Alf Dubs campaigned for Nicholas Winton to be honoured. Winton was knighted in 2002.

Dubs was educated at Cheadle Hulme School, which is in Greater Manchester, near to the wealthy parts of Cheshire eg. Wilmslow, Altrincham. Many of the professional people who concealed Dafydd’s gang which operated in north Wales/Cheshire lived in the Wilmslow/Altrincham area. Dubs studied at the LSE, an institution which educated numerous people who were either involved in the abuse in north Wales/Cheshire or who concealed it. Dubs worked as a local government officer before entering politics. The local government officers trade unions NUPE and NALGO – which merged to form UNISON – contained many people who had been involved with the abuse of children in care. Not only did NUPE and NALGO provide full protection to their members who had abused children, but in some cases – including in north Wales/Cheshire – it was the union reps who had abused the kids. Jeremy Corbyn worked for NUPE before he became an MP and Alun Michael, whom Miranda imposed upon Wales as First Secretary/FM – Michael is another Keele University graduate – also had a deep and meaningful relationship with NUPE.

Dubs lost his Commons seat at the General Election of 1987. From 1988 to 1995, Dubs was Director of the Refugee Council. In 1994, he became a Labour peer. On 9 June 1994, Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. On 13 June 1994, the trial of Arnold’s friend and colleague at Bryn Estyn, Peter Howarth, for sexually abusing boys in care began. John Smith, the Leader of the Labour Party, had died on 12 May 1994 after Bart’s hospital had been unable to revive him following a heart attack. On 8 July 1994, Peter Howarth was found guilty of child sexual abuse and sentenced to ten years in prison. Miranda became Leader of the Labour Party on 21 July 1994.

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Before becoming an MP, Miranda had been a pupil barrister of George Carman QC, the crooked, much-feared barrister who was retained by Jimmy Savile. Cherie worked in Carman’s Chambers until 1988. Before Carman relocated to London after he acted for Jeremy Thorpe at the Old Bailey in 1979, Carman worked in Chambers in Manchester and lived in Cheshire, on Lord Alf Dubs’ old stomping ground. It was the presence of Killer Carman in particular on the planet that caused so many people to feel that they could not print a word about Savile or indeed the rest of the crew, including Dafydd. When Gillian Taylforth, the East Enders actress, sued ‘The Sun’ for libel in Jan 1994, Carman caused her so much distress that Taylforth collapsed in court. The scene was treated as one huge entertaining spectacle. Taylforth lost the case and it cost her a fortune. The Presiding judge was Justice Drake, who had presided over the Dec 1994 trial which resulted when the former North Wales Police senior officer Gordon Anglesea sued ‘Private Eye’ and others for libel after they had published allegations that Anglesea had sexually abused boys in care in north Wales. Anglesea won nearly £400k damages. George Carman QC represented ‘Private Eye’ et al and I believe deliberately threw the case (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). Shortly after the trial, one of the witnesses, Mark Humphreys, was found dead.

In 2016 Gordon Anglesea was convicted of the historical abuse of boys in care in north Wales and was imprisoned.

George Carman provided legal advice to a number of newspapers, including, for quite some time, to the Mirror. Which employed Miranda’s PR man Alastair Campbell, who doubles up as a MIND ambassador.

 

For years, people told me repeatedly that if I tried to take on Dafydd et al in court or ever published a word about them, they would produce George Carman QC and I’d be eaten for breakfast. Now I am sure that was true. But I’d like to make the point that the only reason why, after 1987-88, that Carman or someone like him could have devoured me was that by then, Dafydd et al had been allowed to lie and lie and lie – and document those lies as fact and send them to third parties – about me, as well as about my friends who knew what Dafydd et al had done and it would have been those lies that Carman would have relied upon to discredit us. When I first raised concerns about those we know and love, I, Brown, my two media friends and two other academic friends would have made excellent witnesses. We did not have criminal records, we were not alcoholics or addicts and none of us had been involved in sex work, porn etc. None of us had any of the characteristics that were used to discredit every other witness. Furthermore, my medical records were full of written admissions by Dafydd himself, as well as his colleagues, that the most serious crimes had been committed by them. Those documents were unlawfully witheld from me for decades; because the contents would have been enough to put a few people in prison.

The only reason why no-one could find ANYONE considered credible to give evidence against Dafydd et al was that every witness had been systematically trashed, unlawfully, by the forces of the state. I have mentioned many times previously on this blog that I have been made aware that EVERYTHING, from the day that I arrived at UCNW, was recorded by the security services because the whole place was bugged, probably because of the IRA and Welsh activism in UCNW, but also because of the fall-out from Mary Wynch’s case. No-one bugged UCNW – and later St George’s – to protect us. The info gained was used to protect Dafydd et al.

What use is it if MI5 record a gang of people traffickers threatening and intimidating a student who has complained about them and forging documents about her if they do not put a stop to it? What did they think they were doing when they recorded me telling my tutor and Dr D.G.E. Wood that Brown was receiving murder threats, knowing that the idiots Bell and Wood ignored me? The security services, over a period of years, recorded a murdering criminal gang at work. They did not stop them and they did not warn their targets/victims. That is why Killer Carman could put the fear of God into honest witnesses; he knew they all been fitted up and smeared and if anyone challenged him the crooked old bastard would just order a load of lies from members of the gang employed as professional people. Medical records were always an occasion for a party on behalf of the likes of Carman and they’d have had a ball with mine. They were substantially untrue and Carman would have known that, but no-one would have given a stuff.

Carman had such a serious alcohol problem that he employed his own personal Top Doc, who on one occasion set up an intravenous drip when Carman collapsed from alcohol poisoning in court. I bet that none of the ‘not credible’ witnesses to Dafydd et al have ever collapsed in court from alcohol poisoning. I can imagine what would have been said if they did.

Alastair Campbell was for a time as drunk as George Carman. Does that make Alastair someone who is Telling Lies About Top Doctors? No, it makes Alastair a MIND ambassador and the PM’s Press Officer.

 

It is not true that there was no evidence of a VIP paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire, there was mountains of evidence. The full forces of the British state were used to ensure that none of that evidence ever saw the light of day.

 

As for events in 1994, my documentation shows that while Matt Arnold was dying and Peter Howarth was standing trial and Miranda was busying himself becoming Leader of the Labour Party, those we know and love were carefully planning – yet again – my incarceration in a secure hospital. The plan swung into action after I and another patient had a meeting with two members of the Mental Health Act Commission and told them that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that serious complaints were not being investigated. We were told by the members of the Commission, in front of nursing officer Jeff Crowther, that they had heard such complaints about Dafydd ‘all before’. Our complaints were never investigated, by the Commission or anyone else. At the time, William Bingley was Chief Exec of the Commission. After we made those complaints, Dafydd et al staged the throwing of a brick through his glass door in the early hours of the morning and claimed that I had done it. On the basis of no evidence at all linking me with this crime which had been staged anyway, details of this were given to the High Court in Liverpool to demonstrate what a danger to Dafydd I was. See posts ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’.

That brick has now become part of my ‘history’. Ooh she threw a brick through Dafydd’s door. Er – no, we’ve agreed that she didn’t. But we’ve recorded it all anyway and sworn it in an affidavit to Liverpool High Court. So we know that it happened!

In 1994, the Jillings investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974 was underway. The Jillings Report was published in 1996 and concluded that the abuse had been horrific and that the organised abuse of children in north Wales had stretched back way before 1974, probably as far back as the 1940s. Not that anyone but Clwyd County Council’s own insurers and lawyers ever read the Jillings Report. On the advice of Michael Beloff QC, the legal adviser to Municipal Mutual, Clwyd County Council’s insurers – Municipal Mutual also insured the North Wales Police – the report was witheld from everyone, including Clwyd’s own Councillors and subsequently pulped. See post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’.

Michael Beloff QC was and is a friend and colleague of Cherie and Beloff was a visitor to Chequers when Miranda became PM. Michael’s dad Lord Max Beloff was a pal of Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council who oversaw the abuse of kids in the care of Gwynedd. Lord Max was also involved with Thatcher’s fave university, the private University of Buckingham, of which Thatch served as Chancellor. See previous posts.

 

To return to Lord Alf, the hero of this story. He was given a peerage – in 1994! – and served as a junior Minister in the N Ireland Office, May 1997-Dec 1999, under Secretary of State Mo Mowlam. Who had spent her career in the north east of England, who knew about the trafficking gang up there which had direct links to Dafydd et al in north Wales and who as N Ireland Secretary knew all about the VIP paedophile at Kincora Boys’ Home, which was linked to the other gangs on mainland Britain. Lord Alf would have known about Kincora as well. Mo’s Top Doctor also assisted in the lies about Mo’s health when she developed a brain tumour. Mo was in a ropey state for a long time and it affected her performance when she was in the N Ireland office; this was known but concealed.

 

 

While Alf Dubs was still in the Commons, Labour supporting comedian John O’Farrell worked in Dubs’s office and was a Labour activist in Battersea. In his book, Things Can Only Get Better, O’Farrell described the events leading up to Dubs’s shock defeat by the Conservative John Bowis at the 1987 General Election. In 1986, my two friends who were sacked from the Royal Television Society and the BBC in the early 1990s shared a flat in Bethnal Green with some other Stirling University graduates, one of whom was a woman called Julia, who was then John O’Farrell’s girlfriend. Julia was very hostile to me when I shared the flat with them all for a short while in the autumn of 1986 and her ‘bad vibes’ as my friends described the situation continued towards my friends after I had moved out…

I remember it well, Julia sitting there glowering at us without explanation for hours on end. Never mind Julia, your ex did really well out of it, even if I and my two friends ended up with gangsters after us! O’Farrell wrote jokes for Gordon Brown and other New Labour big wigs…

Why did the Leftie cross the road? Er – some gangsters running a VIP trafficking ring were after his girlfriends’ flatmates and the Labour Party were too fucking spineless to speak up…

O’Farrell successfully campaigned for a new state secondary school to be opened in Lambeth – the Lambeth Academy – and became the Chair of Governors from its opening in 2004 until 2012.

 

Alf served on an Area Health Authority and more recently on a Mental Health Trust. I haven’t found out which ones, but ooh I can make a few guesses. Dubs was Chair of the Broadcasting Standards Commission until December 2003 and had previously been Deputy Chair of the Independent Television Commission. He is a Trustee of the Open University Foundation.

In the past, Dubs has been a local councillor, Chair of the Fabian Society, Chair of Liberty, a Trustee of Action Aid, a Trustee of the Immigration Advisory Service and of a number of other voluntary organisations.

Three patients at the Hergest Unit who were witness to the serious wrongdoing of Dafydd et al were involved with Action Aid.

In it’s previous incarnation, Liberty was the NCCL and there was much embarrassment when all that business of the NCCL supporting paedophiles’ rights in the 1970s appeared in the press some four years ago. Paul Boateng and Helena Kennedy were both leading lights in the NCCL.

Dubs is a Patron of Humanists UK, formerly known as the British Humanist Association. Claire Rayner served as both Vice-President and President of the British Humanist Association and many other paedophiles’ friends have been involved with the BHA (see previous posts).

In the Lords, Dubs has spoken on varied subjects including the National Probation Service and road safety. Dubs was Chair of the Road Safety Foundation. In north Wales, the Probation Service was involved with the organised abuse of children and vulnerable people.

Dubs lists his main home as a cottage in the Lake District in Cumbria, which enabled him to claim over £26,000 of overnight subsistence expenses in 2007/2008, although he has lived in Notting Hill, west London, since 1964. In May 2009, he argued in justification that Lords regard the overnight allowance as a payment in lieu of salary. “We are the only legislators in the world that don’t get paid,” he said. “The overnight thing is quite generous because it compensates for not having a salary. In practice that’s how it works.”

Dubs is a Vice-President of the Debating Group.

 

So Lord Alf, how did all that Compassion of yours somehow miss the enormous criminal network with its HQ on your doorstep in Wandsworth which traded in children and vulnerable people? You’ve been the public face of Waifs In Need since 1988. You knew that Ollie at St George’s had been imprisoned and following that there were three high profile scandals at St George’s starring Ollie’s colleagues. Then there were high profile investigations into paedophile rings in Islington, North Wales, Lambeth, Leicester and other places. Your colleague Greville Janner was interviewed under caution with regard to sexual assaults on children in 1990. Don’t tell me that you didn’t notice, because when Greville next appeared in the Commons, he was greeted with a round of applause, so happy were you all to see his his face again.

Lord Alf remained schtum throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry, the more recent revelations re Jimmy Savile and since then the discussions regarding the Westminster Paedophile Ring, including the offending of his fellow Labour peer Viscount Tonypandy.

Ever since Esther discovered Lord Alf’s True Story, at certain times of Peak Distress for Dafydd et al, Lord Alf has been trotted out in the media to remind the world that he was once a Waif who was rescued from Hitler. Little Nell Hodge played the Hitler card the other day when Jeremy Corbyn hurt her feelings; Little Nell was the Leader of Islington Borough Council when the paedophile gang which murdered some of the witnesses operated within that Council. Greville raised the spectre of Hitler as well when he first stood accused; he claimed that the allegations against him were a result of anti-semitism.

Anti-semitism does exist, but we should not allow people who very obviously have questions to answer to muddy the waters by conjuring up images of Hitler which are completely irrelevant to matters under discussion.

Oh, by the way – Esther is Jewish aren’t you Esther?

It is not anti-semitism, this is about NETWORKS which are being utilised. The Jewish network is not the only network that was/is used by this lot, they have used and exploited every network which any of them have ever touched.

The biggest and best network of all at their fingertips is that of the Top Doctors.

 

Esther felt the full force of the Top Doctors when the BBC and Esther were sued by Dr Sidney Gee in 1984 after Esther featured him on ‘That’s Life!’ in June 1983. Sidney Gee was a ‘weight loss specialist’ who, from what I deduced, certainly had questions to answer. He wasn’t as excessive as Dafydd, but if I wanted to lose weight I would not have gone to Sidney Gee, no matter how desperate I was. Sidney Gee also sued two Top Doctors who appeared on ‘That’s Life’ discussing his treatment of patients, Dr Clemency Mitchell, a GP from Berkshire and Dr Roger Blackwood, a consultant physician at the King Edward Hospital, Windsor. Other defendants were the Chief Presenter of ‘That’s Life’ Gavin Campbell and Gordon Watts, Editor. Gee won the case and it cost the BBC more than a million.

Who acted for Dr Sidney Gee? Er, a Michael Beloff QC…

Esther never touched a Top Doctor again; shortly after Sidney Gee clobbered her, she joined forces with them when she launched her lame anti-child abuse campaign, then her mental health campaign, then her anti-drugs campaign… Child Abuse, Mental Illness, Drug Abuse – can anyone see Dafydd hidden in the picture?

Esther nearly got her fingers burnt again when in 1987, she exposed Holyrood House, a ‘nursing home’ for psych patients in Llandudno, in which patients were being beaten up and abused. Esther named and shamed one Margaret Richards as managing Holyrood House. Esther didn’t mention that all of the patients in Holyrood House had been sent there by one Dafydd Alun Jones and that he knew exactly what was happening to them. Nor did Esther mention the widespread rumours that Margaret Richards was yet another person whom Dafydd was shagging, that she purchased his suits for him – which might have been why they never fitted  – and that she was involved in crime in Llandudno. Esther quietly and very quickly dropped her interest in Holyrood House and returned to ringing the gas board and naming and shaming petty poorly paid officials as Jobsworth of the Month.

Millionaire Top Docs forcing kids and patients into sex work? No, Esther wasn’t going there. However she was happy to provide endless free PR for them.

In 1988 Esther launched another lame show, ‘Hearts Of Gold’. I have mentioned before that for a laugh my friends and I entered Dafydd for ‘Hearts Of Gold’ and asked Esther if Dafydd and his patients could meet Bob Monkhouse because they all loved ‘Bob’s Full House’. We pretended that the letter was from Janice Davies, Dafydd’s lying, crooked Nurse Rached at the North Wales Hospital. We never heard back from ‘Hearts Of Gold’, but years later, I found a copy of my letter to ‘Hearts Of Gold’ in my medical records, with accompanying documentation from those we know and love: Look what she has done now!!! Janice is a Senior Angel at the North Wales Hospital and she has IMPERSONATED Janice!!!

So who was Dafydd’s contact at ‘Hearts Of Gold’ then BBC??

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Lord Max Beloff was not the only link between Ioan Bowen Rees, the Fiery Welsh Nationalist Who Was Of The Gwerin And Who Hated The English. Ioan – who was incredibly enough an expert on local democracy and even published some highly rated volumes in the field, one of which was highly recommended by Lord Max – co-authored with the Irish historian Owen Dudley Edwards (see post ‘Events, Dear Boy, Events’). Owen Dudley Edwards is the brother of Irish writer Ruth Dudley Edwards. Ruth Dudley Edwards was married to Patrick Cosgrave.

Patrick Cosgrave brought up a Catholic, in poverty in Ireland. Cosgrave rebelled against the severe Catholic piety of his mother and his teachers and acquired a love of British history (or a certain interpretation of it) as a teenager, from reading Kipling, Churchill and Lawrence of Arabia. At University College Dublin, Cosgrave embraced the epithet “West Brit”; at a debate, when an opponent accused him of being “to the Right of Douglas-Home”, Cosgrave retorted that he was “to the Right of Lord Salisbury”. Cosgrave claimed that his grandfather, a warden in Mountjoy Prison, had beaten up Kevin Berry, a Republican rebel executed in 1920. Cosgrave partnered Anthony Clare to win the ‘Irish Times’ debate and the ‘Observer Mace’ debate. 

Anthony Clare was an associate of Dafydd’s from the Maudsley, who colluded with serious crime yet was robustly promoted by the BBC as a Caring Top Doc who’s hands were unsullied with the blood of the barbaric asylum docs from past times.

Patrick Cosgrave did his PhD at Peterhouse at Cambridge, which was renowned as a college where gay male students, along with some of their tutors did interesting things such as dressing up in women’s clothes and adopting girls’ names. Michael Portillo took part in such japes when he was at Peterhouse. Cosgrave was was among the Peterhouse alumni nicknamed “the reactionary chic” by the ‘New Statesman’. 

Having freelanced for Radio Telefis Eireann (RTE) while at UCD, Cosgrave was appointed as their London correspondent in 1968, when the Northern Irish Troubles revived. Cosgrave met all the leading politicians at Westminster, who were then brushing up on their Irish history and Cosgrave provided RTE with the fruits of his contacts. So Cosgrave knew about Kincora and allowed himself to be used by the British state, who ensured that the crime continued and that those responsible were never held to account.

After helping out the Gov’t which caused so much trouble in N Ireland, in 1969, Cosgrave joined the Conservative Research Dept, which was at the time known for being a haven of gay male Tories, some of whom went cruising for boys when in London and enjoyed holidays at a venue in Italy known as the ‘villa of shame’, where, according to Matthew Parris, ‘willing boys’ were supplied. At the Conservative Research Dept, Cosgrave became a Zionist. His job there included briefing Edward Heath on Prime Minister’s Questions, while continuing to write for ‘The Spectator’.

Cosgrave became political editor of ‘The Spectator’ in 1971, where his numerous, often scathing, articles about Heath’s leadership were influential in effecting the change to Thatch. 

In 1975, Cosgrave became Thatch’s advisor while she was Leader of the Opposition. One person who had been key to Thatch becoming Leader of the Tories in 1975 was Peter Morrison. Thatch dropped Cosgrave after winning power in 1979, although as her adviser, he had been viewed as a futire Cabinet Minister. By 1979, Cosgrave’s excessive boozing was impairing his reliability.

Subsequently, Cosgrave was briefly Editor-in-Chief of Tiny Rowland’s Lonrho publications. After this, Cosgrave earned a precarious living as a freelance journalist and by writing books, mainly political biographies. Among other publications, he wrote for ‘The Times’,  ‘The Daily Torygraph’ and ‘The Independent’.

Cosgrave’s 1978 biography of Thatch was faulted for hero-worship. His biography of Enoch Powell, whom he also admired, was made with access to Powell and his correspondence.

Cosgrave obtained a British passport and sometimes attended services of the Church of England, while remaining agnostic. 

Cosgrave married three times and divorced twice. It was his first marriage in 1965 that was to Ruth Dudley Edwards, his fellow student at UCD and, later, Cambridge. He married Norma Green, mother of his daughter Rebecca, in 1974; and Shirley Ward in 1981. Shirley Ward was Secretary of the European Democrats at the European Parliament. 

Patrick Cosgrave had financial problems from the late 1970s and when Norma Green left him in 1980, Rebecca was made a ward of court. I bet that no-one dared entrust Rebecca’s welfare to Gwynedd Social Services. In 1981 the Inland Revenue filed a tax demand for over £10,000 and Cosgrave was declared bankrupt.His debt of £18,700 was discharged in 1985.

Cosgrave died of heart failure at the age of 59 in 2001, the year following the Waterhouse Report. His poor health was exacerbated by heavy drinking and smoking.

 

The Defender of Fortress Gwynedd Against Thatch:

  •  It’ll be Christmas before too long, so I’ll get ready to drive around Caernarfon equipped with a loud hailer on the car roof, to give everyone a rendering of some traditional Gwynedd County Council hymns and arias, including ‘Yma O Hyd’ and of course ‘Tomorrow Belongs To Me’. See you at the festivities Dafydd Iwan!

Wales International Harp Festival 2018

 

Now Lord Alf, do us all a favour and spare us your Compassion. We’ve all suffered quite enough at the hands of Mindfulness practitioners. When they spread their Compassion around north Wales, the following scenarios were not unusual:

Why would you leave me like this? stock photo
The evidence will speak for itself stock photo

 

This is what you did. All of you. While you bollocked on about Enemies Within, about being the first Kinnock in a Thousand Generations and Caring and Sharing and Prison Works and being Tough On Crime and Tough On The Causes of Crime. The security services knew exactly what was going on and told their political masters, who decided that it was going to continue.
People who went to the police were found dead. Or sometimes their children were.
Now just fuck off, the lot of you. You have caused enormous suffering and it was my friends who died while you troughed. Fuck off and now. You have been exposed for what you are and we don’t need any more of you mouthing off about Compassion or Stigma or Men Who Won’t Share.

 

Sleeping With The Fishes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Just how vile are you lot?

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

We really howled with laughter at that one.

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing about the assault at the police station was documented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Verity continues:

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Braid geared up even more:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where have I encountered such logic before?

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

So presumably his music was prioritised over Kathy as well…

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

 

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

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

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

1996. Kathy Etchingham. Monika. The Waterhouse Inquiry.

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

 

 

The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III

I’m kicking off this third post in the Tony Blair series with yet another person who was PPS to Blair, a man who was appointed PPS to Blair just as David Hanson (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II) moved upward and onward. I am talking about Keith Hill, who was PPS to Blair from 2005 until Blair resigned in 2007.

Keith Hill was the Labour MP for Streatham, 1992-2010. So he was another one who was selected as a candidate before Blair got his hands on the controls of the Labour Party machine. In fact Hill was the Labour candidate for Blaby (Nigel Lawson’s constituency in Leicestershire) in 1979, so Hill had been around for a very long time.

Keith Hill was born and went to school in Leicester. He then went to Oxford – and after graduating completed a Diploma in Education at that hive of activity of the paedophiles’ friends whose stronghold was/is in Wales, Aberystwyth University. Hill then lectured at Leicester University and at Strathclyde University, 1969-73.

The fact that Keith Hill both taught at Leicester University and some ten years later stood for Blaby suggests that he retained links to his place of origin. Could Keith Hill have been someone else who knew about the activities of Greville Janner and his friend Frank Beck with children in care and that Leicester City Council, the Social Services and people in Leicester University were concealing child abuse?

Hill worked as a research officer for the Labour Party’s International Dept, 1974-76 and was then the political officer with the NUR (National Union of Railwaymen), which subsequently amalgamated with the NUS (National Union of Seamen) – with which John Prescott had a long association – to form the RMT (National Union of Rail, Maritime and Transport Workers) in 1990. The RMT became a very powerful union – it is a big supporter of Jeremy Corbyn – thanks to the efforts of Bob Crow, it’s General Secretary, 2002-14. Crow was loathed by many for claiming to speak for the working class whilst he drew a salary of approx. £150k pa, dined in Mayfair restaurants and went on luxury cruises. However many of those who loathed Crow were dreadful themselves and certainly didn’t live modestly – Crow’s critics included Blair, Priti Patel, Max Hastings and Richard Littlejohn. In 1997 Bob Crow briefly joined the Socialist Labour Party, which was established by his mate Arthur Scargill. Michael Mansfield – who studiously ignored anything to do with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, as well as other child abuse cases and worked with a number of people who had colluded with child abuse (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’) – was also a mate of Scargills and co-founded the Socialist Labour Party. I saw Arthur Scargill speak at Bangor University about six years ago – the person who seemed to have arranged his visit to Bangor was a paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’).

In 1992 Keith Hill took the seat of Streatham from the sitting Conservative MP Sir William Shelton, who had occupied the seat since 1974. Prior to that, Shelton had been the Tory MP for Clapham.

William Shelton had been one of the key people who ensured that Thatcher became leader of the Conservative Party in 1975. Airey Neave managed Thatcher’s campaign, with Shelton as his second in command. Shelton was responsible for mobilising the right wing of the Party behind Thatcher and also sent out misinformation to the media in order to manipulate the campaign outcome. Shelton would have been good at that – before entering politics he had pursued a career in advertising and he remained in that business whilst he was an MP. He was the MD for Grosvenor Advertising in 1969, the Chairman of Washer, Fox, Coughlin and in 1983 set up Shelton Consultants. He was appointed a Director of Saracen Consultants in 1987. Shelton undertook a lot of international work and at times had been based in Colombia and Venezuela.

Shelton was politically active in south London for years. In 1964 he was President of Wandsworth Young Conservatives; he sat on the GLC representing Wandsworth in 1967; in 1968 he was Chief Whip for the Conservative majority on ILEA. Whilst he was MP for Streatham, he clashed with the leadership of Lambeth Borough Council whilst the Council was under the control of Ted Knight. That will have been when Peter Mandelson was a member of the Council, along with Paul Boateng, Linda Bellos and many other friends of this blog. Whilst Lambeth Council’s children’s homes were rife with paedophiles and when the Council were sending some of the kids in its care to north Wales – where they were abused by paedophiles. I can’t find any references to Shelton speaking out about that though – or about the abuse of children in Wandsworth or about the corruption and malpractice at St George’s Hospital Medical School which from 1980 onwards was located just down the road and covered the population of Streatham. The wrongdoing that I witnessed and experienced at St George’s and the associated mental health unit Springfield Hospital took place between 1989-91, whilst Shelton was MP. As did the bizarre behaviour of the corrupt detectives in Streatham Police Station in 1990/91 when the mental health services in north Wales perjured themselves and demanded that I be arrested (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’) – detectives which included a man who boasted about having worked for the North Wales Police and whilst he was stationed there had, with his mates in the police, beaten up and framed local young men from Bethesda and thrown them in Llyn Ogwen. He had got away with it every time thanks to his friendship with a local corrupt magistrate Geoff, who was the landlord of the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda. I remember those days well – on occasions, young men were found drowned in that lake, after having ‘gone swimming whilst drunk’.

Geoff and his wife Sheila had a son who, like Aled Jones and Catrin Finch, was a bit of a child star. Geoff’s son was a very talented organist and succeeded in winning a scholarship to Eton. As with Aled and Catrin, TV programmes and media articles appeared regarding the genius that was Geoff’s son. I think that he went on to either Oxford or Cambridge and after that returned to north Wales, to St Asaph Cathedral. There was a problem at that Cathedral – in 2015 Hugh Davies, the man who had been the choirmaster and organist at St Asaph, 1985-98, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Even more worryingly, a former music pupil of Davies’s who had alleged that Davies had abused him whilst he was a teenager killed himself.

Sir William Shelton was also MP for Streatham when Oliver Brooke, Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s, was jailed in 1986 for the possession of huge quantities of child porn – which he had stored in offices at St George’s…

There was another notorious establishment in Shelton’s constituency – Cynthia Payne’s brothel at Ambleside Avenue. Cynthia’s brothel came to national prominence in 1978 when the police raided it and found a sex party in full swing attended by over 50 men, including a peer, a number of solicitors and a vicar. What was not published in the press was that a number of consultants from St George’s availed themselves of the services of Cynthia’s brothel – she was also known to have judges on her guest list. After the trial in 1980, Cynthia ended up in Holloway, but none of the brothel’s customers were named let alone prosecuted. The police raided Cynthia again in 1986, whilst another party was underway but at her trial in 1987 Cynthia was acquitted.

I do not mind if Cynthia held sex parties for consenting adults and I certainly don’t think that she should have been imprisoned for doing so, but the worrying thing about Cynthia’s brothel was the allegations that men with a taste for sexual activities which did not involve consenting adults were using it as a networking base. Friendships between judges, Top Doctors, solicitors, policemen etc made in the brothel could have proved very useful in the events of people being charged for sex offences.

The detectives who worked on the Oliver Brooke case were livid when Brooke was released early on appeal after the judge compared Brooke’s collection of child porn to a collection of cigarette cards. The police who had investigated Brooke maintained that he was Mr Big in a pan-European child porn ring.

Cynthia Payne was very friendly with Screaming Lord Sutch, the leader of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party and at one point Sutch shared the house/brothel at Ambleside Avenue with her. Sutch was famous for polling more votes than Dr Death’s continuing SDP in the 1990 Bootle election, but what was less well-known was that David Sutch suffered from manic-depression and at times became very ill. I think the arrangement with Cynthia was that they were looking after each other, having both been through a bad time. Sutch hung himself in 1999 after a long period of severe depression. He had been under medical care for years and was known to have been in a very bad way.  So like all those former kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales who knew the names of the guilty and the details of their crimes, it would seem that David Sutch too wasn’t given the care that he needed when he was seriously ill and WHOOPS he killed himself. And his memories will have died with him – the memories of all those people who were visiting the brothel, those doctors and judges and peers and politicians who would have had a lot to lose if ever they were to be named in say, a child abuse scandal and David Sutch recognised their names.

David Sutch hung himself just before the Waterhouse Report was published. So he was not receiving appropriate help for severe depression whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway and taking evidence.

Why do I remember so much about the brothel at Ambleside Avenue? Because at the time when I was being hounded out of my job at St George’s and arrested on trumped up charges at the behest of the mental health services in north Wales, I lived in Streatham. Not a million miles away from Ambleside Avenue. No I didn’t ever pop across for a cup of tea with Cynthia and Lord Sutch, but that’s because I didn’t at the time know that St George’s and their associates had links with and were concealing the criminal activities of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales – I only found out about that years later, when my lawyer obtained documentation from St George’s and Springfield.

I described in my post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’ how those esteemed experts at St George’s all agreed with Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends that I was Most Dangerous and was probably planning to murder Dafydd et al in their beds, yet Professor Nigel Eastman – one of the corrupt Top Doctors at St George’s who is a mate of Helena Kennedy (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’) – told me that he thought that I ought to go back to live in north Wales. This was my desire as well, because I hated London and presumed that they were simply all quite mad down there and although there was also a bunch of mad, corrupt Top Doctors constantly having me arrested when I was in north Wales as well, I reckoned that if I was going to be threatened and harassed constantly I’d rather be living in nice surroundings. However I did think it a little odd that Eastman had recommended this – did he want me to murder Jones and the paedophiles in cold blood and that’s why he recommended that I go back and live on their patch?? But what if Eastman et al had been concerned about who I might meet if I remained living in Streatham? They knew that I had researched Jones and the paedophiles’ friends, they knew that I was identifying their associates and they knew that I was beginning to find out the extent of their criminal activities. Just imagine if I continued to live in Streatham and started comparing notes with Cynthia Payne or David Sutch…

It is interesting to note that at her second trial Cynthia was acquitted. In 1987. By which time, Mary Wynch, Alison Taylor and I were making a lot of noise about the criminal activities of Dafydd Alun Jones and Lucille Hughes in north Wales. The Dafydd and Lucille who were facilitating a paedophile ring in north Wales which was trafficking children to London – the Dafydd and Lucille who were on very good terms with all those Top Doctors and social workers based at St George’s.

 

I was interested to read that William Shelton was ‘a traditionalist on moral issues’, in the light of what was happening in his constituency.

Dafydd Alun Jones was a traditionalist on moral issues as well – at least when he was giving talks to the members of various Churches in north Wales (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse?’). Then when he’d finished his lecture he would return to base to facilitate a paedophile gang, sexually exploit the patients, lie in Court and sell drugs to addicts.

 

After Thatcher became leader of the Tory Party, William Shelton worked as her PPS for a year. Shelton was Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State for the Dept of Education and Science, 1981-83. The Secretary of State for Education and the Science at the time was Sir Keith Joseph. Brown and me wrote to Keith Joseph when we were undergrads – about student funding – and Keith Joseph wrote us a very rude letter back. Thatcher probably put us on her hit list then and subsequently escalated our names to the very top when we complained about Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd and the paedophiles a few years later.

As befits someone who was a traditionalist on moral issues, William Shelton was banned from being a company director for five years in 1997, after an investigation into ‘financial irregularities’ in his company Access To Justice. Shelton had set up Access To Justice in 1995 to provide free legal advice for people on low incomes. Which sounds an interesting company for a hard right Thatcherite to have established. I wonder who was receiving the free legal advice and for what. Or indeed who was providing it.

After Thatcher became leader of the Conservative Party in 1975, the victory party was held at Shelton’s house in Pimlico – Thatch and Denis attended the celebration.

Sir Peter Morrison – the Tory MP elected for Chester in 1974 and who supported Thatcher’s 1975 leadership campaign – was known to be abusing children in care in north Wales. One boy from London alleged that Sir Peter Morrison abused him and some children in care from Wrexham maintained that they were taken to London and supplied to men for sex. Morrison was Deputy Chair of the Tory Party, 1986-87 and Thatcher’s PPS in 1990. When Thatcher was challenged for the leadership of the Tory Party by ‘stalking horse’ Sir Anthony Meyer in 1989, it was William Shelton who led her campaign. Anthony Meyer didn’t manage to depose Thatcher on that occasion but she was sufficiently weakened by him to crumble in 1990 when there was another leadership challenge. The organiser of Thatcher’s leadership campaign in 1990 was Sir Peter Morrison.

I told the story of Sir Anthony Meyer and his leadership challenge in my post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’. Anthony Meyer died a real unsung hero. Not only did he know how bloody dangerous Thatcher was and how dysfunctional and corrupt the Tories in Clwyd – and their leaderene Beata Brookes – were, but I think that Anthony Meyer knew about the paedophile ring as well and was trying to chuck a spanner in their works. Meyer was constructed as a deluded old bugger with grandiose ambitions – he wasn’t, he was a very brave man who did north Wales a very big favour and I only wish that there had been more politicians like Meyer, instead of hordes of weak greedy little people who ignored something horrific in order to bag a seat in Parliament.

 

To return to Keith Hill, the mate of Blair’s who was MP for Streatham after Shelton. Years before he was appointed PPS to Blair, in 1997 Hill was appointed PPS to a big buddy of Blair, Hilary Armstrong. Armstrong was one of Blair’s inner circle and Blair repeatedly praises her loyalty and commitment to New Labour in his autobiography.

Hilary Armstrong was Labour MP for North West Durham, 1987-10 and is now in the Lords. She was a student at the University of East London (then West Ham Technical Institute) and then went to the University of Birmingham to do a Diploma in Social Work. Hilary describes herself as a ‘former social worker and lecturer’ – she lectured in Community and Youth Work at Sunderland Poly and was a community worker at Southwick Neighbourhood Action Project, Sunderland. Hilary also did a stint with VSO in Kenya.

So Hilary was yet another social worker selected as a candidate for Labour during those years when it was evident that there was one hell of a problem with children in the care of social workers being sexually abused. Just to add to the suspicion in Hilary’s case, there could have been a great degree of control exercised by the Labour Party machine regarding the choice of Hilary as a candidate and indeed when it was decided that Hilary might be needed in the Commons – because Hilary took over her dad’s Parliamentary seat when he retired! I’ll return to Hilary’s dad soon.

Hilary was a Durham County Councillor, for Crook North Division, 1985-88. She was PPS to John Smith when he was leader of the Labour Party 1992-94 and Hilary played a major part in ensuring that the Labour Party adopted the policy of OMOV. Hilary was a member of AMICUS, the union which was formed from a merger between the AEUU and MSF. At least one of the MSF reps at St George’s Hospital Medical School in the late 80s/early 90s was corrupt and was concealing serious misconduct and criminal activity. AMICUS later merged with the TGWU to form UNITE. Hilary used her union links to drum up support within the Labour Party to rewrite Clause IV.

In the 1992 General Election, both Tim Farron and Theresa May stood against Hilary.

Hilary Armstrong spent four years as Minister for Local Gov’t in the DETR (Dept for the Environment, Transport and the Regions) and then the DTLR (Dept for Transport, Local Gov’t and the Regions). Hilary’s boss during these years was none other than John Prescott.

After the 2001 General Election Blair appointed Hilary Chief Whip. In May 2006 she became Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster; she was Minister for Social Exclusion, 2006-07. Hilary resigned from the Gov’t in June 2007 when Blair resigned as PM. Gordon subsequently appointed her as Chair of the Parliamentary Labour Party’s Manifesto Committee regarding policy ideas covering children…

In 2010 Hilary was given her peerage. She is Chair of Changing Lives, a charity in the North East which provides services for people with complex needs – Changing Lives is commissioned to provide some services for the NHS.

Hilary is married to Paul Corrigan, who was a senior advisor to Blair and his Health Secretaries Alan Milburn and John Reid, 2001-07. Between 2007-09 Corrigan was Director of Strategy and Commissioning at London Strategic Health Authority.

Corrigan ticks every box that someone should who has been involved with our institutionally corrupt NHS which has concealed neglect, poor care, patient deaths and has ruined the lives of whistleblowers. He is or has been: a non-executive Director of the CQC, as well as of the Kings Fund and Nuffield Trust; adjunct Professor of Health Policy at Imperial College; adjunct Professor of Health Policy at the Chinese University of Hong Kong; involved with Public Private Ltd (a consultancy firm based at Queen Elizabeth Street); a member of the Strategic Committee of Guys and Tommys Charity; a Trustee of the Ways To Wellness Foundation in Newcastle;  a Trustee of the English Touring Theatre.

Corrigan also works for NHS Providers, teaching on induction courses for non-executive and executive directors. He also describes himself as ‘a consultant and a coach’.

 

I have previously speculated that the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal which blew up between Feb and July 1987 in the North East of England provided a useful distraction and muddied the waters in a most convenient way at a time when Mary Wynch, Alison Taylor and I were all screaming loudly about the criminal activities in north Wales. My post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’ details some of the links between the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales and the North East of England.

Now to the man whose retirement enabled Hilary, his only child, to bag a seat in Parliament – Ernest Armstrong, Labour MP for North West Durham, 1964-87.

In 1983 one Tony Blair, a barrister living in London, was elected as Labour MP for the newly created constituency of Sedgefield, just next door to Ernest’s constituency. Just like that.

Ernest Armstrong went to Leeds Teacher Training College and became a primary school headmaster. He was elected as a Councillor on Sunderland Borough Council and Chaired the Sunderland Education Committee, 1960-65. Ernest was elected to Parliament in 1964. In 1965 he was appointed PPS to Tony Greenwood (who had been Deputy Leader of the Labour Party under Clement Attlee) and then PPS to Merlyn Rees.

Merlyn Rees was Labour MP for Leeds South (which changed its name to Morley and Leeds South in 1983), 1963-92. We now know that a paedophile ring was in operation in the Leeds area whilst Merlyn Rees was MP for that constituency. Furthermore there was serious police corruption in the region and it was also the stamping ground of Jimmy Savile. Savile was molesting patients in the local hospitals and Yorkshire was also host to the Kerr Haslam scandal. William Kerr and Michael Haslam were two psychiatrists in York who were known to be sexually assaulting and raping their female patients between the 1960s and 90s. They were not stopped until they had almost hit retirement age, never faced any action from the GMC and were not put on trial until the early years of the millennium – the trials were at Leeds Crown Court. Even then, only one of them went to prison and only for a short while. See post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal…’ for details of the Kerr Haslam scandal.

Merlyn Rees was born in Pontypridd in south Wales but moved to London and went to school at Harrow. He was Secretary of State for N Ireland 1974-76, when the sexual abuse of children at the Kincora Boys Home in Belfast by Whitehall civil servants and members of the British Army was concealed. Rees then served as Home Secretary under Jim Callaghan between 1974-79. Bryn Estyn had been an approved school managed directly by the Home Office until just before Merlyn Rees was appointed Home Secretary. He will have known about the sexual assaults and brutality on the boys there. The Home Office was responsible for running Risley Remand Centre. Mary Wynch had been unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre by Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends whilst Merlyn Rees was Home Secretary. Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends were using that place as their personal prison which was why Mary ended up in there – along with the kids in care from north Wales who complained about being sexually abused or beaten up.

Merlyn Rees retired from the Commons at the 1992 General Election. Just as it was all going off in North Wales, with police investigations into a suspected paedophile ring, former residents of children’s homes naming Gordon Anglesea – a senior officer with the North Wales Police – as having been one of the people who molested them and reports of the abuse of children in care in north Wales appearing in the London media. Then days before the General Election, five possible witnesses with information about the paedophile gang in north Wales were killed in a fire started by a petrol bomb  – the man who was alleged to have confessed to starting the fire was found dead days later having been hit by a lorry on a country road and one survivor of the fire died in mysterious circumstances after he alleged that victims of the paedophile gang were being murdered (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs).

As soon as Merlyn Rees stepped down from the Commons he was given a peerage and became Lord Merlyn-Rees.

 

Ernest Armstrong was Assistant Gov’t Whip, 1967-69 and Lord Commissioner of the Treasury, 1969-70.

Ernest was a junior Minister in the Dept of Education and Science under Secretary of State Reg Prentice, 1974-75. Reg Prentice was a Minister in both Labour and Conservative Gov’ts. He was Labour MP for East Ham North (which later became Newham North East) from 1957 until 1977 when he defected to the Tories. Before he defected he was Minister of State at the Dept of Education and Science, 1964-66 – under Secretary of State Tony Crosland – then Secretary of State for Education and Science 1974-75.

Prentice left the Labour Party in 1977 after local activists deselected him. The local party had been infiltrated by Militant and in an attempt to ensure that Prentice wasn’t deselected, a Julian Lewis posed as a Labour moderate and joined the constituency party. It was later revealed that Julian Lewis had been backed by the far right Freedom Association. Lewis’s attempts to shore up Prentice’s position in the Labour Party were unsuccessful although he did gain control of the Newham Labour Party for a short time in 1976, but Lewis himself was elected as Tory MP for the New Forest in 1997, a seat he still occupies. Throughout the 80s Julian Lewis took part in covert activities to oppose left wing causes, particularly the anti-nuclear movement. He used Ann Widdecombe for this purpose (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’).

After being deselected in Newham, Prentice became Tory MP for Daventry in 1979, after receiving considerable help from Lady Kisty Hesketh, Chair of the Daventry Conservative Association. Daventry is in Northamptonshire. The county contains St Andrews Hospital, a psychiatric hospital which for decades has been the centre of allegations of abuse and neglect and played a role in the case of Jeremy Bamber, a suspected serious miscarriage of justice (see post ‘Family Annihilation’). Much more recently there has been great concern at the number of learning disabled people being detained at St Andrews against the wishes of both they and their families. At least one such patient has died as a result of ‘restraint’ and ‘medication’.

After being elected as a Tory MP Prentice enjoyed a new lease of life and became a junior Minister for Social Security in the DHSS between 1979-81 in Thatcher’s Gov’t. The Secretary of State for Social Security at the time was Patrick Jenkin, who was best remembered for stating that if God had wanted us to have equal opportunities he wouldn’t have created men and women.  Which is almost as good as the old joke about the vicar who wrote a letter to the Times saying that if God had wanted us to run around naked we’d have been born with no clothes on.

There was of course organised abuse of children in Newham in the 70s and 80s – it was yet another Borough which was sending children in care to children’s homes in north Wales…

In 1992 John Major gave Prentice a peerage. In his later years, Prentice was President of the Conservative Association at Devizes. The local MP was Michael Ancram, Chairman of the Conservative Party.

 

After his stint with Reg Prenctice, Ernest Armstrong then became a junior Minister in the Dept of the Environment, 1975-79 – he served under two Secretaries of State there, initially under his friend Tony Crosland and then under Peter Shore. Peter Shore was MP for Stepney, 1964-97. Shortly after he was elected, he was appointed PPS to Harold Wilson the PM. Denis Healey referred to Shore as ‘Harold’s lapdog’. Stepney is in the Borough of Tower Hamlets. Tower Hamlets was yet another Borough that sent kids in its care into the arms of the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’). In 1994 Blair nominated Shore as his representative on the Commission On Standards in Public Life. Peter Shore received a peerage in 1997.

Ernest Armstrong’s obituary in the ‘Indie’ states that Ernest was very influential on Tony Crosland and civil servant Toby Weaver, whilst Crosland was Secretary of State for Education and Science, 1965-67. For more details about the bisexual Tony Crosland and the swinger whom he had an affair with, Roy Jenkins – whom Blair described as his ‘mentor’ – see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’.

Between 1981-87 Ernest was Deputy Speaker. He was Deputy to George Thomas aka Lord Tonypandy  – who concealed corruption and abuse of children whilst he was in the Welsh Office (see post ‘The Cradle of Filth’) and was posthumously investigated for historical child abuse himself, as was his friend Leo Abse.

George Thomas said of Armstrong that he was ‘a man whose reliability was as solid as Durham Cathedral’. Betty Boothroyd – who became Speaker herself and in that capacity prevented Ann Clwyd from asking questions in the House regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal at the time of the investigations in the early 1990s – stated that Armstrong ‘helped to steer my early Parliamentary career’.

The good thing about Ernest was that he was a devout Christian – like his daughter’s bosom buddy Tony Blair and Tony’s wife Cherie. Ernest was to be precise a Methodist and was Vice-Chair of the Methodist Conference, 1974-75. Ernest was active in the UNA (United Nations Association).

Dafydd Alun Jones was invited to speak at Bangor University by the UNA some years ago – Dafydd was billed as an expert on drug abuse and was going to be speaking about that subject. Dafydd’s event was cancelled after I offered to attend and distribute information about Dafydd’s previous.

Like William Shelton, Ernest took a firm line on morality and he seconded Tim Sainsbury’s Private Members Indecent Displays (Control) Bill, 1980-81. I wonder if Ernest knew that Hilary’s and Blair’s friend Alastair Campbell used to write pornographic stories for Forum magazine? Although to be fair Forum didn’t have pictures in, just letters and stories and medical advice provided by Dr Philip Cauthery, who doubled up as the student doctor at Aston University whilst Aston had one of the highest rates of student suicides among UK universities. Cauthery also ran a sex therapy business with Dr Martin Cole in Birmingham, whom Mary Whitehouse tried to have prosecuted for running a brothel.

Ernest Armstrong was political advisor for the TV drama House of Cards. I never saw this, but I did hear a lot about it – I understand that the storyline centred around a particularly unpleasant scheming politician who was prepared to ruin and kill people in order to become PM.

Peter Howarth, one of the paedophiles who worked at Bryn Estyn who eventually went to prison for the serious sexual abuse of boys there, had between 1966-73 been employed at Axwell School in Gateshead. Matt Arnold had been the headmaster at Axwell whilst Howarth worked there. In May 1973 Arnold was appointed Head of Bryn Estyn. In November 1973 Howarth was appointed to a senior position in Bryn Estyn.

Just to remind readers – Ernest Armstrong was a teacher whose main interest was in education and he Chaired the Sunderland Education Committee between 1960-65. He also influenced and was friends with Tony Crosland, whilst Crosland was the Secretary of State for Education – whilst Howarth and Arnold worked at Gateshead.

Howarth and Arnold were not the only abusers of children in the North East of England. There was an approved school in Durham run by an ‘expert’ in ‘troubled children’ where children were being sexually and physically assaulted and whilst Blair was MP for Sedgefield one of the activists in his local Labour Party was convicted of child abuse.

 

After Keith Hill had finished being PPS to Hilary Armstrong, in 1998 he was appointed Assistant Gov’t Whip and then in 1999 Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State (and Minister for London) at the DETR. Hill was responsible for local transport and transport in London. Hill also prepared the way for the London Mayoral elections and was Minister for the national joke that was the Millennium Dome.

After the 2001 General Election, Hill was appointed Deputy Chief Whip by Blair.

In 2003 Hill joined the many paedophiles’ friends in the Privy Council. (He was offered a knighthood in 2010 but turned it down.)

Until the 2005 General Election, Hill was Minister for Housing and Planning in the Office of the Deputy Prime Minister, ie. Prescott. It was after the 2005 reshuffle that Keith Hill became PPS to Blair. Hill returned to the backbenches when Gordon Brown became PM in 2007.

After leaving Parliament, Hill became Chair of Lambeth Living, an ALMO (arms-length management organisation) which administers most of Lambeth’s  social housing stock. In 2012 he was appointed as the independent regulator for ARMA (the Association of Managing Agents). ARMA is described as a trade association for firms managing private residential leasehold blocks of flats in England and Wales. It is a ‘self-regulating regime’. I cannot help wondering why, if the firms managing the accommodation are abiding by the law and adhering to health and safety regulations, they need Keith Hill to allow them to do what they want in the name of ‘self-regulation’ and ‘arms length management’.

Grenfell Tower anyone?

In Feb 1915 Keith became Chair of  the Residents Commission On Council Housing for Hammersmith and Fulham Council. We are told that ‘the Commission is working with council house tenants to explore how they can be given more control and safeguards over their homes, rents and service charges’. Sounds like service userdom for tenants to me – consult them and hold them responsible for things which they have no control over. It will then be their fault when their houses go up in flames a la Grenfell Tower.

When Keith Hill stood down from the Commons, Chuka Umunna took over the seat of Streatham. A feature in a local paper looked back on Keith Hill’s time as MP for the constituency and mentioned that in the late 1980s Keith Hill shared a flat with the transgender cross-dressing comedian, major Labour Party donor and aspiring Labour MP Eddie Izzard. Eddie is a big supporter of Jeremy Corbyn – who was one of the many people politically involved in Islington when Islington Council’s children’s homes had been infiltrated by a paedophile gang with links to organised crime. The paper reported that Hill and Izzard shared a flat in Ambleside Gardens in Streatham. From what I can work out there is no Ambleside Gardens in Streatham – but there is most definitely an Ambleside Avenue. It was where Cynthia and Lord Sutch lived – Cynthia’s brothel.

Until Keith Hill won Streatham for Labour, for many years Streatham had been a Tory constituency. Hill’s win was attributed to a boundary change, which resulted in a sizeable part of Brixton, including the town hall, being relocated to the constituency of Streatham. I do not know who will have been responsible for the boundary change – but it certainly presented an opportunity for yet more concealing of the organised abuse of children and associated serious crime.

 

Whilst searching the internet for info about Keith Hill, an unrelated but topical news report popped up. It mentioned a Baroness Julia Cumberlege who had Chaired the ‘Better Births’ National Maternity Review in 2015. The report featured a nice photo of Cumberlege with some new mums who had all stated that they were delighted with Cumberlege’s recommendations for natural births. Over the last few months there has been an admission that there has been far too much dogma regarding ‘natural birth’ and whilst it is absolutely fine for some women, a number of women have suffered serious injury or have lost their babies because of a reluctance of midwives to intervene. In some cases mothers have died. It was the dogmatic insistence on natural births by a group of aggressive – and incompetent -midwives at Furness General Hospital Cumbria that led to a spate of deaths of babies. The deaths were concealed by the NHS and the sordid truth was only discovered by James Titcombe after his own baby died at the hospital in 2008. James was subsequently invited to contribute to the CQC’s work re patient safety but resigned after facing relentless hostility and rudeness from the midwives associated with the CQC. Cumberlege’s review didn’t take the Cumbria experience into account then.

Julia Cumberlege was given a peerage in 1990 – she sits as a Tory. I don’t know WHY Cumberlege was given a peerage, her wiki simply intriguingly refers to her coming ‘from a medical family’. That usually translates as ‘my dad’s a Top Doctor’.

In 1986 Cumberlege was involved with producing a report which recommended allowing Angels to prescribe certain drugs. In mental health that has been interpreted as giving Angels carte blanche to forcibly drug any patient they feel like – a patient who may for example be questioning them or even complaining about being ‘restrained’ – without seeking another opinion.

After arriving in the Lords, Cumberlege was in 1992 appointed a junior Health Minister. Until 1997 she covered all health and social services matters in the Lords. So she’ll have covered the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, the associated criminality in the mental health services and the commissioning of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’).

Cumberlege was the ‘sponsor Minister’ for Plymouth, responsible for the regeneration and a budget of £45 million pa. Why she was let loose with that sort of money I do not know.

Speaking in the Lords in 2000 Cumberlege recommended replacing the NHS with an insurance premium. She has also promoted the use of private provision within the NHS and suggested that Gov’t should put hospitals under private practice. Note to Cumberlege: Cygnet Healthcare and the Priory are now being commissioned to provide huge swathes of mental health care for NHS patients. There has been scandal after scandal and numerous patient deaths. That is because Cygnet and the Priory are run by the same shite, unscrupulous Top Doctors who previously neglected their NHS patients and concealed criminal misconduct eg. Robert Kehoe, Adrienne Key and Robin Jacobson. Paula Yates and Michael Hutchence paid good money for treatment from the Priory Roehampton. They are both dead, having killed themselves.

In 2010 Cumberlege was awarded an honorary Fellowship by the RCN.
Cumberlege is, among other things: a Trustee of Cancer Research UK; a Senior Associate of the Kings Fund; Secretary of the Dying Well Parliamentary Group; Vice-President of the Royal Society for Public Health; honorary Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians; Vice-President of the Royal College of Nursing and Midwifery; President of Age UK, East Sussex.

Cumberlege is a Roman Catholic. In 2006-07 she Chaired the Commission reviewing the approach of the Catholic Church in England and Wales to child protection. She also spoke at the Catholic Medical Association in Bristol in 2009 – the meeting was officiated by Catholic prelate Archbishop Peter Smith.

Peter Smith is the Metropolitan Archbishop of Southwark. He was Bishop of East Anglia (1995-01) and the Metropolitan Archbishop of Cardiff (2001-10). Peter Smith has a law degree from Exeter University.

Smith was named as Archbishop of Cardiff in the wake of a controversy regarding paedophile priests in the archdiocese.  Smith stated that he wanted ‘to help people bind up the wounds and bring healing’.

In 2010 Smith was appointed Metropolitan Archbishop of Southwark. In 2015 Southwark Crown Court heard that Peter Smith was one of two bishops responsible for allowing Father Antony McSweeney to be appointed a priest in the Roman Catholic Diocese of East Anglia following an incident in 1998 when a housekeeper found porn at McSweeney’s home. Peter Smith treated the matter as one for the church to deal with alone and did not involve the police. Since Smith made that decision, McSweeney was imprisoned for abusing boys at Grafton House children’s home between 1978-81.

Peter Smith has Chaired the Catholic Truth Society since 1993, Chaired the Dept for Christian Responsibility and Citizenship within the Catholic Bishops Conference of England and Wales since 1998 and Chaired the Central Religious Advisory Committee of the BBC and ITC between 2001-04. He was made an honorary Fellow of the University of Wales Lampeter in 2004 and an honorary Fellow of Cardiff University in 2006.

In 2001 Cumberlege set up her own company, Cumberlege Connections Ltd. Her husband Patrick Cumberlege is a Director.

The Cumberleges were in the Courts earlier this year. They are opposing the development of affordable homes in East Sussex, in the village of Newick. The Cumberleges explained to the Court that they are residents of Newick and members of Newick Village Society. Patrick is the former Chairman of Newick Village Society and the Baroness has been a parish, district and County Councillor, ‘representing the village’. And they certainly don’t want riff-raff moving in near them.

 

Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…

My blog post ‘St Georges’s Hospital Medical School, 1989/1990…’ describes the chaos and conflict that pervaded that institution whilst I was working there and also details how those charming characters from the north Wales mental health services had contacts there who, unbeknown to me, were busy taking an interest in me as soon as I arrived. Previous blog posts have described the numerous enormous well-organised efforts that the north Wales mental health services had made to have me declared ‘dangerous’ and imprisoned – although their own lawyer from the Welsh Office, Andrew Park, whilst preparing for yet another court case against me, had to remind them that they couldn’t continue to refer to my ‘assaults on staff’ in legal documents, because there was no evidence that any such assaults had taken place.

The mental health services had not yet given up. In the winter of 1990/91, they made constant complaints about me to the police. One day I answered the door in London to find two plain clothes police officers telling me that they’d been asked to arrest me for ‘threats to kill’. I spent several days in a cell in London without being charged, not being told what was going on. Whenever I challenged them over this, police officers simply maintained that they were legally allowed to detain people for this long without charge and if I had been arrested under the Prevention of Terrorism Act they could detain me for even longer. I was told that the delay was because the North Wales Police wanted to interview me and the Met were waiting for police from north Wales to arrive and transport me back to Bangor. But before all this hanging about in cells, I’d had a very interesting conversation with one of these policemen. When I arrived at the station in south London, the place was swimming with detectives talking in cockneyish police rhyming slang, all rather reminiscent of something out of ‘The Bill’. They were full of bravado and were chatting away about their various activities. One of them had heard that I was being transported back to north Wales and that I owned a house near Bethesda and he told me that he knew Bethesda well because he had been stationed in north Wales. He then started boasting about how he and his colleagues used to rough up the locals who had been arrested and throw them in Llyn Ogwen and if ‘Geoff was on the bench’ no questions would ever be asked. This was a reference to Geoff, the landlord of the Douglas Arms in Bethesda, a rather odd man who was known principally for using old money in his pub – Geoff didn’t hold with decimalisation. But Geoff also sat as a Magistrate and obviously had a cosy arrangement with local policemen who were bending the rules. The reference to chucking people in Llyn Ogwen was certainly interesting, because I could remember instances of local young men being found drowned in Llyn Ogwen and no-one could work out what had happened – the men in question weren’t outdoor activity enthusiasts who did used to go swimming in the lake, they were young men who’d been out with their mates for the evening. Llyn Ogwen is several miles away from Bethesda out in the mountains, there were no buses out there and young men like that simply never went out to Llyn Ogwen. Nonetheless some of them had been found dead in the lake.

I was eventually taken back to north Wales – by two really nice officers actually who came down from Bangor and did all they could to make the whole process as comfortable as they could – and ended up being charged with ‘threatening to kill’ a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist in question was Dr X’s wife from Ysbyty Gwynedd – as described in previous blog posts, Dr X was one of the key movers and shakers behind the attempts to declare me dangerous and imprison me. My lawyer explained to me that his biggest problem was that the prosecution was opposing bail – on the grounds of my enormous dangerousness of course – and much was made of this in court. I remember the prosecution stressing that everyone was so terrified of me that Dr X and his family had been given ‘compassionate leave’ by Gwynedd Health Authority and that a ‘safe house’ had been made available for them to use if I was given bail. Yet as described in previous blog posts, documents that are now in my possession reveal that the only ‘evidence’ of my dangerousness were unfounded allegations made by Dr X himself and Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, allegations made after I had gained evidence of them breaking the law and had made complaint. Indeed Dr X and his wife had been told by their own lawyers that they seemed to be ‘over-reacting’ and had been advised not to take legal action against me. My lawyer also told me that Gwynedd Health Authority had put massive pressure on the police to arrest me and numerous complaints and telephone calls had been made to the police. My lawyer did manage to get me bail – he was most concerned that there were plans to have me held in Risley Remand Centre, a notoriously grim institution rife with suicides and allegations of staff assaults on inmates. By this time of course, Dafydd Alun Jones had threatened me with arrest and detention in Risley Remand Centre if I did not drop my complaints about him – and this was now the second time since he made those threats that I was faced with possible incarceration in Risley Remand Centre on the basis of allegations made by colleagues of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. The hearing was in front of Magistrates in Caernarfon, who for once, incredibly, considering that they were Magistrates in north Wales, seemed to be most concerned about what was going on and made it quite clear that they did not think that putting me in Risley Remand Centre was a good idea. My lawyer had helped considerably by reminding them just how bad Risley Remand Centre was, that I was suffering from depression and that I would be far better off living in London sharing a house with my friends, one of whom was a doctor anyway.

So I returned to London, with bail conditions to sign on each evening at Tooting Police Station and not to return to north Wales until the next hearing (which was scheduled for the end of January). Which did of course mean that I was banned from my own house near Bethesda, where I usually spent weekends and holidays. However, something odd kept happening with regard to the charges against me – they were changing on an almost daily basis. Some were being withdrawn, others were being added and it was quite difficult to keep up with it all. But the charge of ‘threats to kill’ hung over me constantly.

Back in London in January my GP referred me to the local mental health team for depression – I was by now off work sick. Now the fun really began. My memories of all this were of being visited at home in London by Dr Robin Jacobson, a psychiatrist from Springfield Hospital (the psychiatric hospital attached to St Georges) who advised me to go into Springfield immediately as a voluntary patient. Springfield Hospital was very mediocre, despite all the PR puff emanating from the academic psychiatry dept at St Georges. Physical conditions on the ward were poor and there was a lot of patient neglect – patients were generally ignored by most staff. On several occasions, something very worrying indeed happened – at night, the ONE member of staff left in charge of this ward went away for several hours to visit his mates on another ward, leaving us locked in. (This was supposedly an open ward.) I was aware that at least one male patient on our ward was on remand for a sex offence and another one had murdered his wife. There was one girl on our ward who was under 18. But there we all were, locked in together at night with no member of staff. There were a few other worrying things as well – there was a very aggressive patient on the ward whose activities towards the other patients were ignored because, it was alleged, her family had connections to medical staff in the hospital. Two other patients discharged themselves because of this patient and the staff’s failure to manage her behaviour. Another patient, who was suicidal and depressed, was told that he was being discharged because he had been ‘very rude’ to a nurse. There were two other patients in there as well whom I made friends with who told extraordinary stories – which did not seem to be fantasy. One was a woman who had worked as a secretary at Scotland Yard. She had had a ‘nervous breakdown’ and had been in Springfield for many months. She shook physically all the time. Eventually she told me why she was in such a state – she had been raped by her boss, a senior officer at Scotland Yard. He had given her a lift home from work, accepted her invitation to come in for a cup of tea and had raped her in her own sitting room. She had never reported this because she knew that she ‘wouldn’t stand a chance’ against a senior officer. She was now too frightened to stay in her house and was receiving ’counselling’ from the same nurse who had discharged the suicidal man for being ‘very rude’ to her – she did not rate this nurse very highly and felt that she had no understanding at all of her fear at being alone at home. She was particularly anxious because this nurse kept telling her that she wasn’t ‘facing up to her problems’ and wanted to discharge her. Presumably her ex-boss at Scotland Yard knew where she lived… The other patient who seemed to be in a dreadful position was a lady who had been the subject of a forced marriage to a very violent man, who had maintained that she was ‘mad’ – this lady had been sectioned by her GP and a psychiatrist at Springfield. No-one seemed to have taken into account the effect that her husband might be having on her – because she had been sectioned, he now had custody of the children and he used to periodically arrive in the hospital bringing the children to visit. After every visit she would be in floods of tears, which everybody presumed was a result of her seeing the children and being reminded of how much she missed them. However, she told me that during these visits her husband would threaten to kill her – because no-one on the ward spoke the same language no-one actually understood the content of their conversations…  Another noticeable patient on the ward was the teenage girl whom I previously mentioned. It was said that she had a rare neurodegenerative disorder and was terminally ill. I did not ever see her receive any visitors. Every night she would stay up very late watching TV and drinking pots and pots of tea until she was physically sick. She would then fill up with more tea. The night staff – when they weren’t popping off next door leaving us locked in – were witnessing all this and completely ignoring it. One night, one of the other patients questioned the nurse (if indeed she was a qualified nurse) about this. She snapped at him ‘don’t tell me how to do my job’. She then commented that the teenage girl was ‘very difficult’ and was going to die anyway. This was a hospital that prided itself as being at the forefront of ‘service user involvement’ and we would all be invited to regular meetings to make our ‘contribution’. At one meeting, nearly every patient raised the issue of the very aggressive patient alleged to have connections with the medical staff. The ward manager became very angry and shouted at everyone that this was not going to be discussed. I observed that this was a strange sort of democracy. I was later told not to attend any more ‘service user’ meetings. I hadn’t even mentioned the woman who’d been raped and was being terrorised by a nasty narcisstic little nurse, or the patient who was regularly being visited by a man who was threatening to kill her…

As for me and my ‘care’, my first encounter was an interview with a psychiatrist called Dr Ruth White. I felt that she was quite hostile to me – the interview was brief and I remember her stating categorically that I wouldn’t be staying at Springfield because I worked at St George’s and that I would therefore be transferred to the Maudsley. Some days later, a man from the Maudsley, Dr Paul Bowden, did come to see me, along with a nurse. He told me that there were plans to transfer me but that there ‘had been a tragedy on the ward’, that the ward had to be closed and thus I couldn’t be transferred to the Maudsley at present. I heard no more until some two weeks later when I was told that Dr Bowden had now said that because I’d made friends at Springfield it was best that I remained there. Ruth White seemed very cross that I was to remain and now became overtly hostile and unpleasant towards me. I was largely ignored by the nurses – except for the rather confrontational ward manager, as Australian woman called Stephanie, who occasionally shouted and swore at me, but then she did that to everyone. There was however one very nice mixed race nurse there who did actually talk to the patients and spent time with them. One day she spontaneously said to me ‘I guess you must be feeling really awful. None of the nurses wanted this to happen to you and none of this is your fault’. I had no idea what she was referring to but I had been wondering what it was that I’d done to upset them all.

After three weeks of being largely ignored except for the occasional sweary outburst from Stephanie, Robin Jacobson’s registrar, a Dr Alice Levinson, told me that I was going to be discharged. I had received no ‘counselling’ and no ‘medication’. I had just sat in Springfield for three weeks. I had not had to appear in person in court in Bangor at the end of January because I was in hospital – however I was pleading not guilty. There was word from my solicitor that the charges against me were going to be withdrawn anyway. I was by now utterly sick of London and all that was in it and had decided that the north Wales mental health services were going to make my life difficult wherever I was so I might as well be in Wales anyway, in my house near mountains and scenery and well away from a bunch of vacuous social climbers in London. (I was of course completely unaware of the lengths that the mental health services were going to behind the scenes.) After I left Springfield I do not remember any ‘aftercare’ or further appointments with Jacobson or his team. I did however receive one further appointment – with a forensic psychiatrist at St George’s, a Dr Nigel Eastman. I remember this appointment well. I was interviewed by Dr Nigel Eastman and a female doctor, a Dr Bartlett. I told Dr Eastman of the events in north Wales (as I had told Robin Jacobson), but I did also tell him that I didn’t like London and that I missed Snowdonia. He told me that he thought that I ought to go back to north Wales. I never saw him again and I did indeed very shortly after that move back to north Wales permanently – my bail conditions had been lifted because all charges against me had been dropped.

Much of what happened to me in Springfield remained a mystery for years. However, when my lawyers obtained my medical records, there was some documentation from Springfield that made interesting reading. Two weeks ago I received further documentation – and it has built up a very worrying picture.

The newly released documents give me some idea of what was happening behind the scenes in London – and explains a few things that have always puzzled me.

On Jan 16 1991, Dr Robin Jacobson (Consultant Psychiatrist, Springfield Hospital), wrote a letter to my GP in London, after Jacobson had visited me at home and advised me to enter Springfield as a voluntary patient. He wrote that  I had ‘described what is either a complex, well-systematised paranoid delusional system or the truth, or an awful mixture of the two…I read Dr Tom Burns’s letter on her…[Burns commented] that she had an oversensitive personality and perhaps a paranoid personality disorder…it is very difficult to know where the truth lies, but her long list of complaints included allegations that Dr Jones and Dr X had sexually abused patients…had done all sorts of things and she had succeeded in making a formal complaint against Dr Jones and his colleagues…resulted in a formal investigation by Professor Bluglass, Professor of Forensic Psychiatry at Birmingham, who…had genuine criticisms of the hospital set-up in north Wales and Dr Jones admitted this on the phone to me. Nevertheless she has caused chaos. Professor Bluglass stated informally that she had a homicidal capacity as did another forensic psychiatrist at a case conference….she has broken into Dr Jones’s consulting room and threatened Dr Jones in such a way that he believed that he would be killed…it is difficult to know how to help her…’

So Jacobson knew that a formal complaint of mine against Jones et al had been upheld – yet he went to those very same people for ‘information’ about me. He does mention in his letter that I was either deluded or could have been telling the truth – so perhaps Jacobson thought that he was dealing with someone who was seriously ill and who had indeed ‘caused chaos’? That I really had broken into Jones’s consulting room and almost slayed him on the spot (although I wonder why on earth I hadn’t been arrested for this, particularly given the penchant Jones et al had for having me arrested…), that the esteemed Prof Bluglass and ‘another forensic psychiatrist’ really did believe that I had a ‘homicidal capacity’ and that Tom Burns was giving on an honest clinical opinion (please see blog post ‘Networking…’ for details of my meeting with Tom Burns).

Well Jacobson wrote another letter on Jan 16 1991, this time to Dr Nigel Eastman (Consultant Forensic Psychiatrist, St George’s Hospital). He requests from Eastman ‘a fairly urgent opinion on an extremely difficult, potentially very dangerous patient, who has brought the psychiatric services of north Wales to their knees…I know little of her background….and have spoken to a Consultant Psychiatrist in Wales, a Dr Jones, who has given me some of the background….the [police] charges seemed to have changed from day-to-day or become multiple charges….Dr X and his wife…have threatened to leave the area so depressed are they by her clever and persistent harassment of them…Dr Jones is also at his wit’s end…she has most trust in her GP, an eminent GP, David Wood, in Bangor. She has come under the care of Dr Jones, who was trained by Bob Hobson at the Maudsley…[Jones] treats personality disorders the Bob Hobson ie. psychotherapeutic, way and is reluctant to make a formal diagnosis, such as schizophrenia or psychosis, he said yesterday. She has accused Dr Jones…of abusing [his patients], sexually abusing them, accused him of corruption, accused Dr X of the same things…broken into Dr Jones’s consulting room…such that he believed that he would die then and there….she has behaved similarly to other doctors. She told me that she had various witnesses to Dr Jones’s sexual abuse of them…loads….who can attest to what would seem to be his malpractice. She secured a formal complaints procedure against Dr Jones and Dr X. Professor Bluglass…came to investigate….found genuine criticisms. Dr Jones was very angry he said…about Professor Bluglass’s conclusions and criticisms….where the truth lies I know not…I felt very depressed about taking her on…Dr Jones and allegedly Dr X seem to have a soft spot for her, describing her as attractive and seductive….what became apparent to me was a lack of boundaries in the treatment….a lack of boundaries in the account given to me about who was speaking to who about what…Professor Bluglass is said to have stated off the record that she has a homicidal capacity and will end up as a criminal psychopath in a special hospital. At a case conference, Dr Chris Hunter, Forensic Psychiatrist, Cardiff, who did not see her, concluded on reported evidence that she had a marked homicidal capacity Dr Jones said…I found her to be deeply distressed…suicide risk is probably high…please would you…care to assess her and advise…particularly with regard to her alleged homicidal capacity and the ability to cause chaos and persecution of psychiatrists – at least in the set-up extant in north Wales’.

So Jacobson had very obviously smelt a rat – when psychiatrists/psychotherapists talk about ‘a lack of boundaries’ they mean that the doctor is having sex with the patients. Jacobson very clearly thought that this was what was happening here (well Jones had happily described me as ‘attractive and seductive’). So Jacobson, who did not know me, nonetheless relied upon ‘information’ provided by a man whom he thought was having sex with me – a man whom I had complained about and who had been criticised in the wake of a formal complaint and who had told Jacobson that he was very angry about this. Jacobson’s anxieties regarding what might have been going on in Wales are revealed further by his use of the phrase ‘in the set-up extant in north Wales’. Alarm bells were clearly ringing very loudly in Jacobson’s ears, which was probably why he felt ‘very depressed’ about taking me on. Yet there are other clues here that something very nasty was happening that any intelligent person could have spotted – the police charges against me were changing on a daily basis, Dr X was said to be thinking of leaving the area because of me, yet was also described as someone who had ‘a soft spot’ for me (and another one who’d lost sight of his boundaries), a GP in a grotty little surgery in Bangor was described as ‘eminent’ – yet Jacobson knew that this man was not actually my GP because he had already communicated with my GP in London, so who did Jacobson think that the ‘eminent’ David Wood was? Oh and the glorious Dr Chris Hunter, another person who had assessed me as homicidal had not actually seen me, but was working from ‘reported evidence’ (please see blog post ‘The Night of the (Dr Chris) Hunter’ for my account of the extraordinary events regarding Hunter and his ‘case conference’). Didn’t Jacobson wonder who might have been ‘reporting’ this ‘evidence’? Jacobson himself found me to be ‘deeply distressed’ and a high suicide risk – I wonder whatever could have been upsetting me so much. (My only regret is that I hadn’t actually brought the psychiatric services in north Wales to their knees – it was clear from the number of times that I was being arrested on their say-so in the face of zero evidence and from the fact that I was now being ‘assessed’ by some of the nation’s ‘leading’ forensic psychiatrists as a potential murderer that it was very much business as usual for the psychiatric services in north Wales.)

But Jacobson was a very busy man. On Jan 16 1991 he didn’t just telephone Dafydd Alun Jones, write to my GP in London and to Dr Nigel Eastman – he also telephoned Dr X and wrote/dictated three other letters as well.

One of these letters was to Robert Bluglass. In his letter to Bluglass, Jacobson states that he understands that I am ‘extremely dangerous’ and I have ‘managed to elude any mechanisms which could protect others’ (well court cases did keep collapsing because no-one could actually produce any evidence that I’d done much more than write letters of complaint about some psychiatrists who had been involved in criminal activities and very serious malpractice). Jacobson states in this letter that Dr X had told him that ‘he and his wife and numerous others are so frightened of her that they dare not substantiate evidence against her’. Which obviously explains why they all had made statement after statement to the police about me, had me arrested repeatedly, had taken me to the High Court on a number of occasions and had led a co-ordinated effort along with the Welsh Office, the BMA , the Medical Defence Union and the Mental Health Act Commission to have me denounced as dangerous and imprisoned or incarcerated in a secure hospital. It was because they were all too frightened to whisper a word against me. Jacobson asks Bluglass for any information ‘which you feel would be relevant. You may of course prefer to contact Dr Nigel Eastman direct, who should be initially familiar with this case within about a week’. This letter was copied to Eastman.

On the same day, Jacobson’s secretary, Angela Pumfrey, sent a letter to that ‘eminent’ GP, who actually hadn’t been my GP for about three or four years – the man who had originally referred me to Dr T. Gwynne Williams the lobotomist some seven years previously, Dr DGE Wood. She informs Wood that I had been admitted to Springfield for ‘depression and possible paranoid ideas in relation to her long list of complaints about her treatment in north west Wales’. So Jacobson had now passed on confidential medical info about me to a man whom I had no clinical involvement with, whom he knew was not my GP and who was a close colleague of those who had lost their boundaries and whom I had complained about. So what info did Jacobson want from the eminent friend of a lobotomist?  Well he was after ‘information documenting her alleged dangerousness’ of course. But Jacobson had thought of everything – lest DGE Wood was, like so many others, about to be murdered in his bed if he uttered a word about me, Jacobson states that if he wants, Wood can discuss me over the phone, all he has to do is bleep Dr Alice Levinson or Dr Ruth White. I presume that this is indeed what happened, because I have not yet found Wood’s letter of reply. So he could have told Levinson and White pretty much anything about me and indeed probably did.

Angela Pumfrey sent yet another letter on Jan 16 as well – to Lucille Hughes, Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Who had never met me – but who was an ex-girlfriend of the boundaryless Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and a central figure in co-ordinating attempts to imprison me. Lucille has of course since become famous for being named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the social services in north Wales but failing to act. Why did Angela write to Lucille Hughes of all people? Well according to Angela’s letter, ‘Dr X suggested that I contact you with great urgency to get a summary of your involvement with [me] who I hope will soon come as a voluntary patient…we know nothing about [me], except that [I am] said to be dangerous. We would be grateful if you could send us information…particularly documenting dangerousness.’ So Dr X, who had been involved in my complaint, recommended Lucille, the ex-girlfriend of Dafydd who I had complained about and the Director of Gwynedd Social Services who I had complained about, as a source of info regarding my dangerousness. As Lucille had previously been instrumental in inciting a social worker, one Keith Fearns, to swear an Affidavit for the High Court regarding the danger that I posed to his colleagues when he’d never met me either, no doubt Dr X was confident that she’d be able to deliver on this. The ever helpful Angela once more makes it easy for those charmers in north Wales and says ‘if you prefer to send us information from social worker to social worker, please do not hesitate to contact the Team Leader of our social work dept at Springfield Hospital rather than me’. This letter was copied to the Team Leader of the Social Work Dept at St Georges. So the Director of a Social Services Dept that was not giving me a service and never did give me a service and had been infiltrated by a vicious paedophile ring to boot was being asked to send info regarding my dangerousness in the wake of me complaining about one of her fancymen breaking the law to another social work team who was also not giving me a service, never had done and none of whose members had ever met me. Que??

Did Robin Jacobson really not understand what he might have been facilitating here?

The Springfield documentation recently released to me contains a file note, dated the 17 Jan 1991. This note states that Dr Paul Bowden ‘called back again’. Bowden was calling to say that he’d be coming to visit me on ‘Monday at 9 o’clock’. He was asking Springfield to fax him ‘as much background information as possible, because he was leaving to go to Brixton Prison now’. There was a handwritten message on this letter saying ‘attached letters faxed through to Dr Bowden 17/1/91’. Dr Bowden was a leading forensic psychiatrist in London at that time and was no doubt popping off down to Brixton Prison to visit a prisoner in order to ‘assess’ them with a view to making some crucial decision regarding whether they should be kept in prison, transferred to hospital (including the possibility of a high security hospital) or given bail. The documents that I now have in my possession suggest that rather than visiting people in prison, Dr Bowden and a few others should probably have been in prison themselves.

However, Jacobson’s hard work was paying off. One the 18 Jan, Lucille Hughes replied to his letter, telling him that she had forwarded his letter to ‘Mr Keith Fearns my Senior Social Worker [Lucille helpfully supplies Fearns’s phone number]…I am sure he will co-ordinate the production of a report from the multi-disciplinary team [ie. the Arfon Community Mental Health Team who were not giving me a service and most of whom I’d never met]’. Lucille also states that she has copied Jacobson’s letter to ‘our County Secretary and Solicitor. I am sure that the Solicitor in the legal section who has factual information on the legal aspects of your enquiry will be pleased to correspond with you direct’. This letter was copied to Keith Fearns and the County Secretary, FAO Mr Ron Evans.  Regular readers of the blog following this part of my story will remember that it was Ron Evans, a solicitor at Gwynedd County Council, whom Lucille seemed to have a hotline to and who seemed to be instrumental in collecting the ‘evidence’ that Fearns had been previously gathering about me on the occasions when Lucille seemed to want to take me to court…

In February, I was discharged from Springfield. By this time it was clear that all the police charges against me were going to be dropped. I now have a copy of the discharge letter from Springfield that Dr Alice Levinson wrote on Feb 7 1991.  Once more it rehashes all the florid allegations made by people in north Wales regarding my attempts to murder them in cold blood, despite there being no evidence at all to support any of these allegations. However, there are a few interesting lines in this letter. Levinson notes that I ‘wondered why people in general were not doing more about the psychiatrists in north Wales. [I have] persecutory ideas thinking that people were against [me], but realises that this was probably because [I] complained about them…[I] described therefore sensitive ideas of reference as well as paranoid ideas’. However Levinson then goes onto say that ‘no paranoid delusions were elicited. There was no abnormality in the possession or form of [my] thought’. She then lists a lot of symptoms of mental illness which she states that I do not have. Levinson maintains that ‘[I have] had difficulties with previous psychiatric involvement where the boundaries were not clear enough for [me]’. So Dafydd’s ‘lack of boundaries’ was my fault then… Better still I ‘operated by processes of projection and splitting’. (Quite frankly Alice, never mind asinine notions of projection and splitting, I’m surprised that I wasn’t driven completely and permanently insane by the lot of you.) She continues ‘Dr Bowden…thought that [I] had a severe paranoid personality disorder…treatment better managed as an out-patient…[I] probably could not use any insight orientated therapy constructively and warned that [I] might use such therapy destructively….outpatient management consisting of support to offer containment…Dr Bowden thought that it was not necessary for [me] to be transferred to the Maudsley but…done in liaison with the forensic dept at St Georges…[I] accused Dr Jacobson of collaborating with Dr Jones…[I] thought the psychiatrists in Wales would persecute [me] wherever [I] lived…it is thought that [my] previous depressed feelings may have been a reaction to the acute stress that [I] was suffering…[I] may continue to feel very paranoid and persecuted by the psychiatrists in north Wales and it is thought that [I have] a homicidal capacity as well as having a long-term high suicide risk’…diagnosis: paranoid personality disorder, may have intermittent psychotic episodes and also an affective disorder but these were not observed at the time of the admission’. This letter was copied to Dr Nigel Eastman.

So Alice states that I was not observed to have any psychotic symptoms at all. Although I had ‘paranoid ideas’ because I believed that psychiatrists in Wales were ‘against me’. These were psychiatrists whom Alice knew had been the subject of criticism in the wake of a formal complaint, whom Alice knew had lost their ‘boundaries’ (ahem) and whom Alice knew had worked very hard to bring multiple serious charges against me which had now all been withdrawn. And I had even accused Dr Jacobson of collaborating with Dr Jones – er, well Alice was the bleep holder who was taking all the messages as Robin Jacobson collaborated with Dafydd et al. And although I wasn’t psychotic and was no longer facing any criminal charges, I was going to be referred to the forensic dept at St Georges for ‘containment’. Oh and I still had a homicidal capacity although I hadn’t murdered anyone after all and I might well have ‘psychotic episodes’ although no-one had seen any evidence of this.

I’m not sure how Alice felt able to actually put her name to this letter. But she did – and on Feb 11, after Alice had discharged me, I was sent an appointment to see Dr Nigel Eastman and a Dr Bartlett on Feb 20 1991. It was at that appointment that Eastman told me that he thought that I ought to go back to north Wales. If I was indeed a maniac with a homicidal capacity, I can only presume that Nigel Eastman wanted me to go back to Wales and murder them all. But didn’t everyone admit that there were ‘boundary issues’ in Wales? So why was Nigel recommending that I return there if I wasn’t going to commit a mass murder after all – wouldn’t I have been at risk from all these psychiatrists with no boundaries?

Since all this happened in 1991, there has been a number of high profile scandals at Springfield, involving patients murdering each other and staff. One such incident was the subject of an investigation led by the barrister Peter Herbert and was followed by a very damning report in 2000. I note that the patient involved in this case had previously been a patient at the Maudsley, had been transferred to the forensic dept at St Georges/Springfield and had been left with no aftercare or follow-up, which sounds familiar. I was also told that at one point a newly appointed Director of Nursing at Springfield had walked out after a matter of months because the standard of nursing there was so poor that they felt it could not be turned around. (Ironically, on the day that Robin Jacobson first met me whilst he ‘assessed’ me at home, he told me that I would never encounter the sort of problems at Springfield that I had in north Wales because they even employed a patient’s solicitor at Springfield. What on earth was that solicitor doing with their time in the face of all this?)

But a few other things have come to light as well. The last time that I googled Robin Jacobson, he was working in the Priory in Roehampton. Dr Paul Bowden has since died, but his obituary revealed a few interesting things, one of these being that he worked closely – and co-authored – with one Professor Robert Bluglass. I’ve also discovered something else since Paul Bowden made many excuses not have me at the Maudsley. One of those things is that, as Dr Jacobson mentioned in a letter, dear old Dafydd Alun Jones had done a stint at the Maudsley with Bob Hobson. Dr Robert Hobson was a very big name in psychotherapy who also died some years ago and the Maudsley were very proud of him. His obituary talked of him training ‘generations’ of leading psychiatrists who were now scattered across the UK, carrying on his inspirational work – just like Dafydd! Of course, by the time that he met me, Paul Bowden, being a forensic psychiatrist, will have also known all about Mary Wynch’s legal case against Dafydd, which set a precedent. So I suspect that all these eminent people in London knew damn well that there was a Grade A rogue in north Wales who was seriously abusing patients – but he was one of Bob Hobsons and no-one wanted to shatter the myth. (Just to make it quite clear to readers – whatever Bob Hobson thought that he might have taught Dafydd at the Maudsley, Dafydd was certainly not practising it at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. There is no way that any part of Denbigh was run as a ‘therapeutic community’, there was no psychotherapy going on there at all. Patients were incarcerated, sometimes unlawfully, drugged up, abused and sometimes subjected to physical assaults.) I think that the delightful Ruth White now practices in Worcestershire. As for Alice Levinson, the proud author of that extraordinary discharge letter that was such a mass of contradictions – well Alice is now a psychotherapist in affluent Richmond, is involved in the academic supervision of psychotherapy postgrads and no doubt leads a very comfortable life, well away from the chaos and squalor that is NHS psychiatry. But as with Chaucer’s knight, Alice is not all that she now seems. Many years ago, she played a central role in concealing some gross abuses involving the unlawful imprisonment and sexual exploitation of patients – oh and some of the people that Alice so ably assisted were also facilitating a paedophile ring. I hope that I don’t ever meet Alice again, but if I did I would feel compelled to ask her the question that psychotherapists so love asking of others – ‘How does that make you feel?’

What of Nigel Eastman who was also fully aware of this unholy mess but nonetheless urged me to return to the embrace of those boundaryless psychiatrists in north Wales? He is now a towering figure in UK forensic psychiatry, Emeritus Professor Nigel Eastman, still at St Georges, who has given ‘expert’ evidence in many high profile cases, including murder trials. I note that Nigel Eastman is doubly qualified, he is a barrister as well as a psychiatrist. So presumably Nigel Eastman can not only tell if someone really is psychotic and paranoid, but also understands when the law is being broken. I suspect that it would not have been beyond him to notice if a young woman was suicidal because she was being royally stitched up and abused by a gang of shysters, one of whom happened to know Bob Hobson…

Once I did go back to north Wales as advised by Nigel Eastman, I did of course encounter many more problems with the mental health services and I’ll be blogging about this soon. But on two occasions something happened that at the time I thought were really nasty incidents but that I never ever connected with those we know and love who were concealing abuses in the mental health services/the activities of a paedophile gang. On two occasions in the months after leaving London, lighted material was pushed through my letter box and quite a lot of it too. Rags, sticks, newspaper, the lot, quite a nice little bonfire. Neither of the fires spread because I didn’t have mats and carpets by the door, but I don’t expect whoever was kind enough to try to start a fire in my house knew that. Interestingly enough, in the wake of the more recent publicity about the north Wales child abuse scandal, it was revealed that a number of the boys who had been in care in north Wales, in the homes where abuse was alleged to have been happening, were involved in a house fire somewhere in the south of England. At least one of them died. No-one ever managed to explain why so many alleged witnesses/victims of the paedophile gang happened to be at the same house party in England, so many years after leaving care in north Wales. There was also a lot of questions regarding the person who was eventually convicted of starting the fire.

There is one other person who is worth a mention here, but they are someone whom I have never met. That is someone who worked at Springfield as a clinical psychologist whilst all this was occurring and who indeed was for a long time Clinical Director of Springfield. Step forward Dr Rachel Perkins OBE, champion of service users, spokesperson for the disabled, MIND person of the year and now a member of the Equality and Human Rights Commission. In one of the many glowing pieces about Rachel that the Guardian has published, it was mentioned that Rachel is a ‘champion’ regarding getting disabled people off benefits and into employment – Rachel is so keen on this, that like Paul Farmer (CEO of MIND), she is supportive of the present welfare reforms that are allegedly designed to ‘encourage’ disabled people to move into work but are actually leaving people destitute and in some cases dead. The Guardian article was keen that no-one should misunderstand Rachel – she’s not unsympathetic, she just passionately believes that disabled people can and should work rather than claim benefits. As an example of Rachel’s commitment, the Guardian reminds us all that when she worked at Springfield, Rachel established a scheme whereby patients were found work placements. I remember that scheme very well, but the Guardian has obviously forgotten it. There was an enormous row when it was revealed that Rachel’s scheme had ‘helped’ a female patient into a ‘work-placement’ as a pole-dancer/stripper. Rachel held out against opposition and outrage and explained that the patient in question wanted this job, it was ‘her choice’. Well Rachel, if that patient had been manic, she might well have thought that being a stripper was a brilliant idea – but she might have felt rather differently sometime later. It all reminds me of that man whom Bob Hobson trained and his employment opportunities for young female patients from Denbigh – living in his house with him as ‘nannies’ and ‘housekeepers’. Rachel Perkins and Dafydd Alun Jones – flying the flag for equality and human rights!

Shortly after my narrow escape from the horrors of St Georges and the forensic psychiatrists of London, the north Wales mental health services had yet another go at imprisoning me – and this time they called upon the services of a man who, since the Mid-Staffs scandal, has become a household name. That will be the subject of another blog post.