Meet The Gwerin!

Some scholars of Wales have maintained that until relatively recently, Wales was a land peopled by a ‘gwerin’, a population of rural dwelling folk indigenous to Wales who formed a sort of classless society in which there was no sub-group in a dominant social position. Other people have  maintained that the notion of a gwerin is silly – I think the person who was ruder about the idea of a gwerin than most was Kim Howells, I imagine that he had some very harsh words for the gwerin once he’d stopped rolling around laughing – and that Wales was as much of a class-based society as most other societies. There was indeed a class structure in Wales and quite a rigid one, but it was not one that equated very well to the class structure used by sociologists who wrote about England. This used to cause Brown and I a lot of problems when journal articles that we had written about the recent history of Wales were peer-reviewed by people who very obviously had a great deal of experience of urban English sociology but did not know much about rural Wales fifty years ago. Rude comments would be returned such as ‘the authors state that these were disadvantaged people. Farmers are not disadvantaged people.’ Well no, barley barons in Lincolnshire aren’t, but they are not quite in the same situation as certain Snowdonia hill farmers were in the 1950s…

The excesses of journal reviewers notwithstanding, I cannot really subscribe to the notion of a gwerin, but I know that some of those who were very influential in UCNW (Bangor University) in previous generations absolutely maintained that a gwerin existed and indeed that they were members of the said gwerin. A number of the gwerin who ran UCNW also ran a trafficking gang along with Dafydd, which targeted, er, the lower orders. Which sounds rather to me like a class structure.

I was dwelling on the gwerin the other day when I was reading Dr David Roberts’s 2009 book on the history of Bangor University. Dr Roberts’s volume names a few who most definitely believed themselves to be of the gwerin and the names were familiar to me; I can remember some of them from my days as an undergrad and I was aware of others because parts of Bangor University are named after them etc. Dr Roberts’s book gives detailed accounts of some legendary events in the recent history of Bangor, including those which set the scene when the cohort of students of which I was one arrived.

I have mentioned in previous posts that UCNW was in danger of shutting down in the 1980s after an onslaught from the UGC. I had always believed that the axe was wielded by Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer in the mid-1980s (see previous posts), but Dr Roberts’s book informs us that a near killer blow was inflicted upon UCNW by the UGC in 1981, which shattered the paedophiles’ friends who were running UCNW at the time. It was when the axe was about to be wielded again a few years later that someone thought to remind Thatch’s Gov’t that this institution was full of people who were facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring or were keeping quiet about it. The member of the gwerin who actually reminded the UGC of that was a man called Alwyn Roberts, a PVC whom I have been told also spent time as a missionary. According to Dr Roberts’s book, Alwyn Roberts worked as a senior lecturer in the Dept of Social Theory and Institutions (the Dept where I worked after finishing my PhD, but it was known by then as Social Sciences), but in the late 1970s when UCNW was in deep financial difficulty, a reorganisation took place and Alwyn Roberts became Director of Extra-Mural Studies.

The Waterhouse Report provides much information about the qualifications and work histories of those accused of abusing kids in north Wales or colluding with abuse. I have mentioned previously that a great many of those who abused the kids qualified at Cartrefle College at Wrexham, which became NEWI and then Glyndwr University. I received information from a former Cartrefle student telling me that standards were very low there and that the social work course tutors had an arrangement with Nefyn Dodd and Lucille Hughes to identify students who were potential whistleblowers and either remove them from the course or to force them out of their jobs after they had qualified.

A number of other people named in the Waterhouse Report as abusers held either degrees from UCNW – Lucille Hughes was a UCNW graduate – or social work qualifications gained from UCNW, particularly those people in more senior positions. They will have been students in the Dept of Social Theory and Institutions. Alwyn Roberts will have known them – UCNW was and is still small enough to ensure that people in Depts do know each other – and he knew who they were working with after they qualified and what was happening to the children in their care.

Dr Roberts’s book mentions that Alwyn Roberts had served as Principal of Pachhunga Government College in India, as a member of Gwynedd County Council and as a Governor of the BBC. So Alwyn Roberts had all angles covered. He worked in the Dept which trained the social workers who were then employed in children’s homes run by Gwynedd County Council, in which a paedophile ring was operating. Or they could pop over to the children’s homes in Clwyd, which were part of the same ring. I have mentioned previously how many journos in BBC Wales were networked with Dafydd or even knew him personally and were happy top broadcast what they knew were lies about his alleged expertise and the state of the mental health services and other parts of the welfare system in north Wales. At the same time Alwyn Roberts was one of UCNW’s senior managers.

The Vice-Principal of UCNW from 1981 onward was Professor Geoff Sagar, who was a member of staff in the Dept of Plant Biology and who taught me. Geoff Sagar knew virtually everything that I have blogged about staff in Plant Biology colluding with Dafydd’s gang. He knew that some of the staff in his Dept were married to people who were members of the gang because they were married to social workers or Top Doctors and he knew that one of his lecturers, John Wilson, was having sex with local school girls and that this was openly discussed. It was of course openly discussed in terms of people’s concerns that John was going to get caught, rather than with any degree of concern as to what was happening to the girls. The girls whom John had been seen with were described by Dr Adrian Bell’s wife Alison, a technician in Plant Biology, as ‘rather slaggy girls’. Well they won’t have been conducting themselves in the way that most of the children of the UCNW staff were, but the kids of UCNW staff hadn’t been removed from their families and been forced to live in a children’s home where they were violently assaulted, raped and coerced into working as prostitutes. If the kids tried to make complaints to the police, the police refused to record the complaints or threatened to arrest the kids themselves.

In the 1980s, one of the Gwynedd social workers responsible for the area of Bangor in which the Ty’r Felin children’s home was located was Meri Huws (see eg. post ‘People With Energy’). Meri later became a lecturer at Coleg Menai – where many of the non-academic staff employed by UCNW trained – and the Normal College, which trained teachers and was also colluding with Dafydd’s gang. Then Meri was employed by Bangor University as the Director of the Dept of Lifelong Learning, which was the then incarnation of the Dept of Extra-Mural Studies previously run by Alwyn Roberts…

 

By the way Alison, I sat in your husband’s office distraught and told him that Brown was receiving death threats. He blanked me. As did your mate Dr D.G.E. Wood, but then Wood was facilitating the trafficking ring anyway. If two intelligent adults had gangsters after them, I don’t rate the chances of 14 year old girls. As for the student whom you described as ‘obnoxious’ after he was sectioned in Ysbyty Gwynedd by the gang, well part of his distress was that his girlfriend was being targeted by them.

Just how stupid were you all??? The undergrads were being terrorised by a criminal gang but all you could do was obsess about nonsense like them wearing alternative clothes or blowing dope, it was ridiculous. As for Dafydd famously telling the Welsh Baptist Union that learning Bible verses in Welsh as a child can protect against a serious moral collapse in later life (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’), just about the only people in Bangor who hadn’t suffered from a serious moral collapse were the students and even some of them succumbed, such as the psychology and social work students.

Somebody reminded me recently that Adrian Bell’s hobby was vintage cars, he collected and traded them. I have been told that all areas of the lives of Dafydd’s Little Helpers were used to shore up the gang, so someone ought to take a look at who in the vintage car world had links with Adrian and others who worked at Bangor University or in north Wales.

 

Geoff Sagar’s son was a vet. My post ‘The Wretched Of The Earth’ described how targets of Dafydd’s gang were refused treatment for their pets by the local vets in Gwynedd. Dr Katz, a Polish vet in Llanfairfechan who dared treat the pets of those who had spilt the pints of the paedophiles, was hounded out of the area during the years after the millennium.

 

In June 1994, Alwyn Roberts led a Joint Working Party which held discussions with a view to merging UCNW with the Normal College. Dr Roberts’s book states that Alwyn was a ‘skilled negotiator’ ‘in whom officers and staff of Coleg Normal had considerable confidence’. They probably loved him because they and the teachers that they trained were also colluding with, or at best simply ignoring, the trafficking ring which Alwyn Roberts knew a great deal about.

I will return to the other people involved in these negotiations in future posts…

Dr Roberts’s book discusses the time – or rather one of the times – when key figures at UCNW all started hitting each other. I knew that things had become very fraught at UCNW in the late 1970s, which was when Dafydd had Mary Wynch illegally arrested and imprisoned; Mary worked as secretary in the massively dysfunctional Agriculture Dept, so I guessed that Mary had found something out about that Dept… What everyone knew at the time, even the students, was that the UCNW farm, which was under the domain of the Dept of Agriculture, was so badly mismanaged that it went bankrupt, plunging UCNW into severe financial difficulties. UCNW bailed College Farm out and a few years later it went bankrupt again. It was no advert for the Agri Dept or UCNW.

Lord Kenyon, the President of UCNW, 1947-82, considered his two big interests to be agriculture and health services. Lord Kenyon held numerous public positions, including that of Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority in the 1970s. Lord Kenyon’s son Thomas was known to be sexually abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales and was eventually caught red-handed in the late 1970s. The boy was sent to a detention centre after Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon made a complaint of theft against him. Among many other things, Lord Kenyon was a member of the North Wales Police Authority, a JP and the most senior Freemason in north Wales. Thomas faced no charges. Thomas died of HIV/AIDS in 1993. See previous posts for further details.

Dr Roberts’s book explains that UCNW became increasingly troubled during the latter half of the 1970s. There was much friction on the basis of language, with some students and staff feeling that there were far too many students from England who were overwhelming Welsh speaking students. This was a sore point for many because UCNW was proud of being a local, Welsh institution which had been established for people in north Wales.

Sir Charles Evans, the Principal of UCNW, 1958-84, was Welsh in that he grew up in north Wales and had learnt Welsh as a boy, but Sir Charles is the sort of person that demonstrated the myth of a gwerin. Sir Charles was ‘Welsh’ but he was posh. He was sent away to a public school at a young age – Shrewsbury – and then went to Oxford where he studied medicine. Charles Evans was completely unsympathetic to the concerns and protests of the Welsh language students and took a highly confrontational approach to them. The students enjoyed a lot of support from some of the gwerin on the staff, including those in very senior positions and the gwerin went to war with Charles Evans in an attempt to force him to retire.

In April 1981 – three months before the UGC wrote to UCNW telling them that they were going to be clobbered financially – a group of fourteen senior academics at UCNW signed a letter to Lord Kenyon stating that Sir Charles Evans could no longer ‘carry the burden’ of leadership. Non-professorial staff also wrote about their concerns re the ‘present leadership’. By April 1981, Mary Wynch had begun legal action against Dafydd and the gang and it was clear that everyone could find themselves in a lot of trouble.

Sir Charles had been in a wheelchair for a long while having developed MS when he was quite a young man, which was why he gave up his job as a Top Doctor in Liverpool to become Principal of UCNW in the 1950s and he was becoming increasingly disabled. However Evans was a member of the successful 1953 Everest expedition so he was made of stern stuff and was fuming at being told that he wasn’t up to it any longer, although he was fully aware that he wasn’t able to do the sorts of things that he had even just a few years previously. Evans maintained that the College was being subjected to ‘wanton efforts at disruption by small groups of misguided people’. Which it was, they were assisting a trafficking gang which Evans had ignored because many of his Top Doctor colleagues had been involved for years, but now the gwerin were at each others throats.

Lord Kenyon was most concerned at the escalating civil war and consulted his Vice-Presidents, Sir Elwyn Jones and O.V. Jones.

I discussed Sir Elwyn Jones and his wrongdoing in my post ‘How Much Greater Is A Man Than A Sheep?’. Sir Elwyn was a solicitor who also served as the Labour MP for Conway. Sir Elwyn Jones was a member of the Caernarfonshire County Council1945-69. Lucille Hughes worked as a children’s social worker for Caernarfonshire County Council. Sir Elwyn knew about Dafydd’s gang in its early days and indeed the abuse in the region which pre-existed Dafydd’s gang upon which Dafydd built. Sir Elwyn’s son Elwyn Jones was also a solicitor in Bangor and served as the Treasurer of UCNW. Elwyn Jones the son of Sir Elwyn was most definitely a crook, he was fully on board with Dafydd and the gang and was involved with the fitting up of innocent people who were targeted by the gang (see previous posts). David Jones, the present Tory MP for Clwyd West, worked in Elwyn Jones’s practice in Bangor in the 1980s when Elwyn Jones helped the gang frame people.

O.V. Jones had served as a senior Council member and was one of those who was supportive of the Welsh language protests on the part of the students. In 1976 four students officers of the Cymric Society were suspended from UCNW for their role in the occupation of a College building and this was followed by a massive student protest in the town of Bangor which was addressed by that well-known member of the gwerin, Dafydd Iwan. Dafydd Iwan later became a Gwynedd County Councillor and then leader of the Council when the gang raged within the Council’s children’s homes. Another student occupation followed and the College authorities applied for a High Court order to repossess the building. O.V. Jones, a Welsh speaking obstetrician, was right behind the students and raised concerns at the harsh treatment of the four who had been suspended from College. O.V. Jones asked for clemency to be shown and was joined in this by the Archbishop of Wales, Gwilym Williams, a man who was fully on board with Dafydd’s gang (see previous posts).

Gwilym Williams was one of those who, along with Alwyn Roberts, used his knowledge of Dafydd’s gang to twist the arm of the Thatcher’s Gov’t with regard to Welsh language issues such as the creation of S4C and the passing of the Welsh Language Act, 1993. Thatcher was utterly unsympathetic to these matters that were dear to the hearts of the gwerin, but a few words in the ear of Willie Whitelaw and others about that gang soon did the trick (see posts eg. ‘The Cradle Of Filth’ and ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

O.V. Jones also knew about the grim reality of Dafydd’s gang and was part of the nuts and bolts of that gang. Previous posts (eg. ‘I Predict A Riot’, ‘Yours Truly, Angry Mob’ and ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’) have detailed how all the Top Docs in north Wales co-operated to unlawfully ensure that no woman in north Wales could access NHS abortions, even years after the Abortion Act 1967. However any woman with the money would be referred on demand to a private abortionist in Chester who was known to have put women’s lives at risk. When freshers enrolled at UCNW, one of the first things that they were given was information on to how to access a private abortion via a referral from the Student Health Centre. Brown and I thought that this was rather unsavoury and a strange thing to prioritise, but we didn’t realise that a trafficking ring was operating in the region, targeting female students as well as other people and that the people running the ring were the very same Top Doctors who denied women NHS abortions but referred them to their mate in Chester for a fee, no questions asked. Less privileged women who didn’t have the dosh for the butcher in Chester were sent to stay at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh to be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd, where the view was taken by everyone who sexually exploited them there that they couldn’t get more pregnant and they were then denied an NHS abortion anyway because everyone was. The women did not emerge from Denbigh with a baby, yet a great many of them went through the doors pregnant.

O.V. Jones will have known what was happening to those babies. He will also have known about the babies who were unlawfully removed from some adult women with full capacity who gave birth at St David’s Hospital during the 1970s after their families had conspired with Top Doctors; he will have known about the obstetrician working at St David’s in the 1970s and 80s who was so dangerous that he left several babies brain damaged or dead and who was smuggled quietly out to begin a new career in Australia after he inflicted serious injuries on the baby of a policeman who was not going to keep quiet about it; he will have known about the forced sterilisations of Denbigh patients to avoid any problematic pregnancies as a result of them being abused by mental health staff and prostituted by the gang; he’ll have known about the girls in the children’s homes being fitted up with contraceptives at the age of 13 or 14; he’ll have known about the kids in children’s homes becoming pregnant and catching STIs; and he’ll have known about the underaged girls who were not in care but became pregnant being denied abortions and told ‘you got yourself here, you can now look after the baby’ when they very obviously couldn’t cope with a baby and the baby would end up being taken into care during the early years and handed over to the trafficking gang… See previous posts eg. ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’.

O.V. Jones and his mates were responsible for a bloody nightmare of the sort that laypeople believed had died out decades previously in mainland Britain. Everyone conspired to keep quiet about this, including the gwerin.

The gwerin continued fighting each other at UCNW and in June 1982 Charles Evans announced that he would retire in 1984, but by then he would have reached retirement age anyway. In Oct 1982 the gwerin forced Lord Kenyon out of his position as President and another paedophiles’ friend of the highest order was parachuted in to replace him, Sir William Mars-Jones, a corrupt High Court judge from a Denbighshire farming family and a friend of Sir Ronald Waterhouse. See previous posts.

In Jan 1983, O.V. the family butcher became Chair of Council at UCNW and it nearly ended in tears very shortly afterwards. In May 1982 UCNW had advertised for a new Registrar but the selection committee did not appoint any candidate. The post was readvertised in Jan 1983 and in March 1983, the selection committee, led by O.V. the family butcher, recommended the appointment of Frederick Smyth, then Registrar and Deputy Secretary of Stirling University, a non-Welsh speaker. The UCNW Council then blocked the appointment. The warring gwerin on the Council had appointed Gwyn R. Thomas as Acting Registrar in Dec 1982 and although the appointment was confirmed at a later date, O.V. the family butcher threatened to resign as Chair of Council. The gwerin somehow persuaded him not to. I would not be surprised if that was related to the havoc that had broken out in the Student Health Centre by the summer of 1983 as a result of the chaos resulting from Dr D.G.E. Wood and his colleagues being far more interested in running a trafficking ring than caring for their patients. If the ship lost the family butcher there is no telling what would have happened.

Gwyn R. Thomas must have been the long thin man who was the Registrar whom I went to see in 1984 to raise my concerns about Gwynne the lobotomist forging medical records and libelling me. The long thin man just freaked after about two minutes and threw me out of his office, because I suspect he knew how far this would unravel if anyone tugged at a few of the threads.

 

People like Lord Kenyon – who didn’t speak Welsh and was based in Shropshire – did not equate to any aspect of the gwerin’s notion of what the gwerin was, but this gwerin were all in it together, literally. That is what really bound the gwerin together rather than any Welshness or classlessness. Gwerin like Sir William Mars-Jones – who fulfilled the qualities of a member of the gwerin in that he was rural and Welsh – and Dafydd, who was quite happy to lay claim to being a member of the gwerin when it suited him although he was accumulating vast wealth by procuring child sex workers for Thatcher’s friends, were essential to the working of a huge machine that the rest of the gwerin were depending on for a comfortable life. After all if the gwerin didn’t have jobs for themselves and their families as teachers, lecturers, social workers, Angels etc they’d be in the same boat as those who were being fed into Dafydd’s machine along with their children, which was not an appealing prospect.

 

Previous posts have discussed at length how the member of the gwerin which was Dafydd networked with corrupt professionals and elites in England which was what completely protected him, while he really shafted the locals as well as the kids in the children’s homes in north Wales, many of whom were disadvantaged kids imported from English metropolitan Councils.

Before Dafydd and John Allen ever went into business big time in the late 1960s, Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist had a sound track record of serving the interests of the most unlikely gwerin, such as Bertrand Russell and his friend Sir Clough Williams-Ellis’s bohemian mates of the Bloomsbury Set in England who holidayed at Croesor in north Wales. See previous posts eg. ‘The Village’ and ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’.

 

So let’s meet yet more of those very grand powerful gwerin who doubled up as really grand Top Doctors, upon who’s support Dafydd’s gang in north Wales were 100% dependant. O.V. the Welsh family butcher could never have kept this show on the road alone.

Dafydd’s gang’s powerbase lay in Liverpool and London. Liverpool was known as the ‘capital of north Wales’ for a long time; there was/is a big Welsh community in Liverpool and in north Wales the influence of Top Doctors who trained at Liverpool exceeds the influence of Top Doctors who trained at Cardiff. Liverpool Medical School saw itself as superior to Cardiff Medical School, but both institutions were concealing the serious crime committed by Dafydd and the gang.

Dr Roberts’s book on the history of Bangor University noted that Prof Fergus Lowe massively expended the Psychology Dept in the late 1980s and 90s by ‘working with health authorities’. Yes, Fungus knew what the Top Docs were up to and he knew what they had done to me and my friends, including killing one of them and Fungus had them all over a barrel. The research funding poured in…

Let us start with a lifelong and close friend of Sir Charles Evans himself, a Lady Doctor, Anne McCandless.

McCandless’s biography gives every indication that she knew about the trafficking ring in north Wales with which Sir Charles Evans colluded throughout the years that he was Principal of UCNW, 1958-84. Although much of this blog discusses paedophile/trafficking gangs, I am not someone who believes that every other person is a paedophile; the problems is rather that the many, many relatives/friends/colleagues/associates of those who are sexually abusing or exploiting people collude with, or cover-up, for them, even when they are fully aware of what is going on. That has caused the real rot. I imagine that Anne McCandless fell into this category.

Anne McCandless was a fellow medical student of Charles Evans who lived in the same house in Liverpool as Evans did when he was appointed as a surgical registrar to the Northern Hospital. Like Evans and Denise Morin, whom Evans married, Anne McCandless was a keen mountaineer. She will have climbed in Snowdonia, it is the mecca for the day to day climbing activities of mountaineers in the north west of England and is used as a training ground to prepare for the big expeditions to places like the Himalayas.

The Royal College of Physician’s ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ as usual provides an interesting account of McCandless’s life.

Anne will be remembered for her mischievous sense of fun and the way she loved to shock.

The tributes in ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ always describe the most unacceptable conduct on the part of Top Docs in a very euphemistic way, so I suspect that Anne McCandless was probably deeply unpleasant to many people.

This she did expertly with her characteristically tongue-in-cheek outrageous comments.

As I thought. Anne was a Top Doctor so it was just tongue-in-cheek outrage. If she was a patient she’d have been refused treatment on the grounds of her ‘offensive behaviour’…

She was born in Baltimore, USA. Her father, Joseph McCandless, was an industrial chemistSome three years after Anne was born, the family moved to Southport, Lancashire, where Anne attended Southport High School and then the University of Liverpool where she graduated in 1939…

Liverpool University doesn’t seem to have been too fussy with regard to the Top Doctors whom it allowed to qualify throughout much of the 20th century, after all Dafydd qualified from Liverpool in the 1950s. McCandless and Evans were of the earlier generation of Top Docs who were the senior colleagues of Dafydd and his contemporaries. No-one felt obliged to reign in anyone else no matter how appalling their misconduct. Many of the Docs of Evans’s vintage were, as was Evans himself, very much gentlemen for whom medicine was an interesting side-line while they got on with the real business of the rest of their life, which in Evans’s case was mountaineering.

Sir Robert Charles Evans
Charles Evans (Mountaineer).jpeg

He wanted to get to the top of Everest, he wasn’t even going to bother with ‘now don’t you worry dear, we’ll look after you’. Although it was refreshingly honest of Evans to admit that he was far more interested in trekking in the Himalayas than in looking after patients. However, even an Everest hero should have woken up when he was told that there was a massive sex abuse ring in operation in north Wales and the Top Docs in his Student Health Centre were at the centre of it. Indeed when I told that Registrar Gwyn R. Thomas that all was not as it should have been, I hadn’t got much further than ‘I wish to raise my concerns about the conduct of a man called Dr Gwynne Williams in the Student Health Centre’ and there was an explosion…

I didn’t even mention the words ‘greasy old pervert propositioning the female students’ because I knew that I’d be told that I’d ‘misunderstood’, so I stuck to the libellous comments and the altered medical records…

  • Mushroom cloud over Hiroshima, Japan during World War 2 ...
  • agog » Blog Archive » Hiroshima III
  • Hiroshima Nanking Manila Apologies - BillLawrenceOnline
  • Hiroshima and Nagasaki Remembered: The Story of Hiroshima
  • Hiroshima 70th Anniversary: What to Know About Nuclear ...

The corruption in medical circles in Liverpool was probably embedded by the time that Charles Evans and Anne McCandless came along, but they certainly added to the party. Their generation of Docs are well-remembered by people of my age and many of them were obnoxious with truly dreadful attitudes to their patients or at least those who were members of the lower orders. When Ed Miliband waxes lyrical about his Uncle Harry’s dedication to the NHS, Ed fails to mention the entrenched social snobbery that Docs of Uncle Harry’s generation showed, that they had in turn learned from the generation before them. I picked up a copy of S. Mervyn Herbert’s 1939 book ‘Britain’s Health’ from a second hand book shop recently and it is a fine example of the thinking of Top Doctors of McCandless’s generation, who trained Uncle Harry et al. S. Mervyn Herbert’s book has a foreword by Lord Horder.

Lord Thomas Horder was ‘an English physician recognised as a leading clinician and diagnostician of his day’. He was educated privately and at London University and Bart’s Hospital, London. Horder began his career at Bart’s and, when still quite young, successfully made a difficult diagnosis on King Edward VII which made his reputation. His patients included every British monarch from Edward VII to Elizabeth II (except Edward VIII), as well as two PMs, Ramsey MacDonald and Bonar Law and Labour Leader Hugh Gaitskill.

Horder was involved in many official committees including advising the Ministry of Food during WW II. After the war he opposed many of Nye Bevan’s plans for the NHS and may have helped modify some of those less palatable to the medical profession. Horder held the positions of Deputy Lieutenant County of Hampshire; Extra Physician to the Queen (formerly Extra Physician to King George VI); and Consulting Physician to St Bartholomew’s Hospital (1912–1936). Horder served as President of the British Eugenics Society, 1935-49 and as President of the Cremation Society of Great Britain, 1940-55, when he died.

In 1902 Horder married Geraldine Rose Doggett. Their son was the publisher Mervyn Horder, who died in 1997. Their daughter Joy Horder was mother to architect Edward Cullinan and married to a chief physician at Bart’s.

Some senior staff at Bart’s were facilitating organised abuse very long time ago. Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees added to the fun considerably in the 1990s, but there was a problem at Bart’s decades before that. Lady Juliet Bingley concealed abuse in her capacity as a leading light in MIND from the 1970s onwards but seems to have been involved in colluding with abuse in High Places previously as well and was the daughter of a Bart’s surgeon who worked as an almoner (social worker) at Bart’s.

Lord Horder dripped with contempt for the plebs as did Top Docs like McCandless and Evans. In many ways they were admirably tough which is how Evans got to the top of Everest, but that didn’t equip them very well for being Top Doctors to the masses, particularly as so many of those Top Docs came from such privileged backgrounds themselves. By the time that people of my generation encountered them, the impression gained was ‘this person really should never have thought that medicine was a suitable career for them’. I understand that it is an historical phenomenon, but Ed et al need to stop banging on about those kindly Top Docs of yesteryear who Loved Their Patients and the Poor. Most of them didn’t.

[Anne McCandless] spent the war in Paddington and Hackney…managing 150 medical and paediatric beds…

Hackney was a site of serious disadvantage and organised child abuse, which included the welfare state transporting kids to Australia knowing that they were going to lives of slave labour and cruelty and, by the 1970s of course, sending them into the arms of Dafydd’s gang in north Wales.

she held house officer appointments in anaesthesia at Derby City Hospital and Leicester Royal Infirmary,

There were long-standing paedophile rings in Derbyshire and Leicestershire which by the 1960s/70s had linked up with other rings including Dafydd’s…

but returned to Liverpool to undertake training in paediatrics under Norman Capon. She was neonatal paediatric register at the Liverpool Oxford Street Maternity Hospital and was then appointed lecturer in child health in the newly formed department of child health with clinical duties mainly at the Royal Liverpool Children’s Hospital. In 1950 she was appointed consultant paediatrician at Warrington, but after about a year she was appointed consultant paediatrician at Liverpool’s Alder Hey Children’s Hospital and also neonatal paediatrician to the maternity units at Sefton General Hospital and Broadgreen Hospital.

So McCandless was back in the nest of vipers and the facilitators of abuse in Liverpool by the late 1940s and in 1950 she was appointed to a senior position in paediatrics in the region. Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Robert Owen who concealed very serious crime on the part of Dafydd et al in 1989 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) was a leading light in orthopaedic surgery in Liverpool in the generation which followed McCandless. Robert Owen was a consultant at Alder Hey Children’s Hospital and Broadgreen as well as at the Robert Jones and Agnes Hunt Hospital, Gobowen. Owen was a farmer’s son from Pwllheli and a key figure in the network of corrupt professionals who caused such problems in north Wales and facilitated the trafficking ring. Owen was busy calling the shots virtually until the day he died in March 2018. See post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’.

Her pioneering work began in Warrington.

There was abuse in children’s homes and other institutions in Warrington and the staff/abusers were part of the wider network covering the north west of England/north Wales. By the 1960s/70s, no politician in the region would do anything to tread on the toes of the ring, even when kids in care under 16 years old who were victims of the gang were fitted up and found dead in Risley Remand Centre, which was located in Warrington. After all, their constituents were those facilitating the ring. See eg. post ‘Include Me Out’.

At the time 20 per cent of all infants admitted developed gastro-enteritis and five percent died not from the original complaint but from cross-infection. To combat this Anne encouraged family doctors to keep infants out of hospital. Treating sick children out of hospital was not easy. It meant 30 domiciliary visits every year, often after midnight. The infant mortality rate was 80 per 1000 when she went to Warrington and 40 per 1000 a year later due to keeping sick infants out of hospital. When they had to be admitted to hospital, their mothers were admitted with them. In Warrington she used the private wing of the hospital to accommodate the mothers and at Alder Hey her two side wards. She also encouraged daily visits of patients to her wards, a practice which was years ahead of its time.

So, as is de rigueur, a Top Doc who knew about a growing problem of organised abuse facilitated by a criminal gang whom she remained silent about until the day that she died – seven months after the publication of the Waterhouse Report – has been constructed as a Pioneering Paediatrician who achieved Great Things. It is difficult to judge the achievements of the Top Docs because accounts of their lives are just so dishonest.

Her interest was in epilepsy and in the early 1950s she started an epileptic outpatient clinic at Alder Hey. Her neonatal unit at Sefton General Hospital was the first in the region to monitor the true glucose levels in premature babies. In 1953 she introduced endotracheal intubation and insufflation with oxygen treatment for birth asphyxia. This led to the establishment of a resuscitation centre at Alder Hey and this was the first of its kind in the country.

So whatever McCandless colluded with, her reputation was enormous and she will have been untouchable. Nothing that she did will have been questioned and if there were complaints about student or more junior staff such as Dafydd and Robert Owen, they will have been blown out of the water and the person who dared raise concerns marked for ever…

She was a general paediatrician. She married late. She met her husband Tom Rimmer (a County Councillor) when they were both members of the Liverpool Children’s Regional Hospital Committee.

This was and still is the scale of the problem…

Following retirement in 1974 Anne moved to St Andrews in Scotland where other members of her family were living.

By 1974, Dafydd’s gang were running Liverpool and north Wales was positively a production line for child sex workers. Anne’s pal Charles Evans was presiding over UCNW which by then was a deeply troubled institution and an essential part of the ring . Gangs across the whole of the UK had linked up into one big network which had also spread into mainland Europe. These criminals were untouchable and received protection from the highest levels of Gov’t. Anne McCandless will not have disappeared when she retired. Top Docs remain available long after retirement to give their unfailing support to other Top Docs who might be in trouble and to use their influence to the maximum. St Andrews is a hub of elite Top Doctors. Dafydd’s mate Bluglass is an alumnus of St Andrews University and by 1974 Bluglass was Chair of Forensic Medicine at Birmingham University and Mr Big himself. Hundreds of kids from the West Midlands were being sent to children’s homes in north Wales. St Andrews is such a hub of elite Top Doctors that the Royal and Ancient Golf Club at St Andrews doubles up as a networking base for them. Lord Robert Kilpatrick had a great time at the R&A. Kilpatrick was President of the GMC, 1989-95, during which time he colluded with a great deal of crime carried out by Top Docs including Dafydd et al. Prior to that, Kilpatrick had been Dean of Leicester Medical School when that institution had facilitated the trafficking ring which operated in Leicester which had links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and involved Greville Janner. For more information on Kilpatrick see post ‘Remember Girls – Never Get Into A Car With A Stranger!’.

Of course by 1974, Liverpool had become famous as a result of the popular culture which had grown up in the city some 15 years or so previously – Cilla, The Beatles etc… Dafydd’s gang produced sex workers for celebs and the explosion of ‘talent’ in Liverpool, talent which was world famous and very rich by the mid-1970s, meaning that Dafydd had a whole new market and was now rubbing noses with celebs. As indeed Dafydd’s family boasted about when they hurled abuse at Empowered Service Users in north Wales. Dafydd knew Really Famous People and was going to have us nutters arrested!

I usually visited St Andrews annually in August and renewed a 60 year old friendship with Anne. At my last visit in August 2000…She died suddenly later that month.

Thought as much, McCandless received regular visits, being on the Elite Top Doctors circuit until the very end. This account of McCandless’s life and work was written by one of her Top Doctor colleagues, Robert McLaren Todd.

Robert Todd died in May 2008 and his obituary appeared in the BMJ.

Robert McLaren Todd was very active in the Church of England, in the world of classical music and in medicine. Todd was born in 1915 at Syston in Leicestershire. Robert attended the local Syston Church of England school (1920 to 1926) before going to Wyggeston Grammar School for Boys (1926 to 1934).

A combination of Leicester and the Anglican Church…

Todd then went to Trinity Hall, Cambridge (1934 to 1937) and St. Bartholomew’s Hospital, London (1937 to 1940). Bart’s again then. Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees was able to take things at Barts to a new level when he took up his Chair there in the 1990s because Linford moved in celebrity circles as a result of his daughter, the 1970s ‘Poldark’ actress Angharad Rees and her showbiz husband Christopher Cazenove, who starred in ‘Dynasty’ with Joan Collins et al…

Dafydd knows really famous people!

Joan Collins

After qualification in 1940, Todd worked as a house surgeon at Bart’s, then as a senior house physician post at Bart’s and St Albans. This was followed by a stint as resident medical officer at Leicester Royal Infirmary and house physician at the Children’s Hospital in Leicester, 1942 -45.

Barnett Janner, a lawyer from south Wales, served as the Liberal MP for Whitechapel, 1931-35 and as the Labour candidate for Leicester West, 1945-70, after which he was succeeded as MP by his son Greville.

In 1946 Todd became medical registrar at Queen Elizabeth Hospital for Children, Hackney. Previous posts have named various members of Dafydd’s network were based in and worked at Hackney and specifically the Queen Elizabeth Hospital for Children.

In 1947 Todd relocated to Liverpool in the new Department of Child Health. Todd ran the MRC trial on the treatment of tuberculous meningitis at Alder Hey Children’s Hospital. In 1953 Robert Todd spent a short spell at Harvard as a Fulbright scholar. Otherwise he continued working as consultant paediatrician at Alder Hey Children’s Hospital and also at the Liverpool Maternity Hospital, where he was responsible for creating the first special care baby unit in the Merseyside region. In 1949 Todd founded the Liverpool Paediatric Club and he was its first Secretary.

Robert Todd was yet another member of the network which later protected Dafydd who was constructed as An Eminent Top Doctor. Establishing that special care baby unit will have meant that Todd was a Top Doctor who Touched People’s Hearts. Bless!

Todd retired from Top Doctoring in 1979. Not that his influence waned of course. Todd was present at celebrations relating to Top Doctoring in 1999.

Throughout his life, Robert Todd exerted influence in the Church of England, which we now know concealed organised abuse. As a Top Doctor, Todd will have known about that and he may well have been consulted as to what to do with those clergymen who had been caught molesting. That was very often how the Church dealt with abusers in the Church.

In 1941, Robert Todd became a reader in the Church of England in the Cathedral of St Martin in Leicester and was licensed to serve in the Parish Church of St Peter and St Paul, Syston. He had previously been appointed assistant organist at Syston Parish Church (in 1930) and at the age of only 15 Todd had became a Sunday school teacher.

While Todd was resident medical officer at Leicester Royal Infirmary, 1941-45, he continued to be reader at Syston and on Sunday afternoons he took services at various churches in the Leicester diocese, often two services each Sunday. Towards the end of 1946, when Todd began work at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Hackney, he became reader at St Olave’s Church, Woodbury Down, which was in the Finsbury Park area of London.

Finsbury Park is just down the road from Harringay which is yet another area with a history of the welfare services facilitating the exploitation and abuse of vulnerable people going back decades. By the time that Haringey Borough Council was making headlines as an example of all that was ridiculous in the 1980s, Dafydd’s gang in north Wales were working in partnership with them. See previous posts.

Todd’s reader ministry at Finsbury Park lasted for about 18 months before Top Doctoring took him to Liverpool. In 1948 Robert Todd became a reader at the Parish Church of St Mary, Wavertree, Liverpool. In 2001 Robert Todd celebrated his 60 years as a reader and at the beginning of 2002 he was appointed reader emeritus to ‘mark his long and distinguished ministry’ in this church. In September 2001, a week before Todd celebrated 60 years as a reader, he was interviewed on BBC Radio Merseyside for the religious affairs programme “United in Song” by Hazel Bradley.

When a medical student, Robert Todd was in much demand as a wedding organist. Throughout his life he played the organ in church and he gave organ recitals regularly in Merseyside.

Todd regularly attended the midweek evening concerts given by the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra at the Philharmonic Hall in Liverpool for 25 years. For several years Todd travelled to Sheffield to watch the later stages of the Snooker World Championships at the Crucible Theatre. He supported the football clubs of Aberdeen, Leicester City and Liverpool.

Todd ‘became a good friend of’ Calday Grange Grammar School on the Wirral and supported their hockey teams whenever they played against Liverpool College. He was a regular member of the audience at Calday Grange concerts and was the guest adjudicator of their annual house music competition in February 1999.

Todd enjoyed travelling abroad, particularly to visit his daughter, Rosemary, in Ibiza. He loved visiting Scotland, especially Pitlochry in Perthshire and Todd also enjoyed travelling throughout England, visiting friends at Padstow in Cornwall. Todd was friendly with and regularly visited Professor Conor Ward.

Conor Ward is an Irish paediatrician who is the son of another Top Doctor who was also an Irish politician and member of Dail Eireann. Conor Ward studied at University College Dublin where he was involved in Irish language activism. He became  auditor of ‘An Cumann Gaelach’ and Editor of ‘An Iodh Morainn’, the Irish language annual. Some of Dafydd’s network have links with people involved with Irish language activism eg. Meri Huws.

Following  graduation in 1947, Conor spent seven years working at Alder Hey. In 1956 he was appointed  Paediatrician and Paediatric cardiologist at the newly founded Our Lady’s Hospital for Sick Children in Crumlin, Dublin. In 1970 he was appointed Professor of Paediatrics at UCD. Ward was the first paediatric cardiologist in Ireland and one of the first internationally and he spearheaded the development of cardiology and cardiac surgery services for children in Ireland. Conor’s wife Pauline was an Angel and worked with Conor. Ward ‘championed’ care for children with Down’s syndrome and he received lifetime service awards from the Down’s Syndrome Associations in Ireland and the UK. Ward also worked on SIDS.

Todd was also a good friend of Barbara Miroy, who was a high profile figure in the All Women’s Hockey Association.

When Robert Todd married in 1945, the Bishop of Leicester performed the ceremony. Todd had three children and two grandchildren. His granddaughter Laura studied at Trinity Hall, Cambridge as had Todd and began her research career at Anglia Ruskin University, Cambridge. Todd’s other granddaughter Stephanie is a social worker, as were her parents.

Robert Todd died in May 2008, so he was another member of Dafydd’s Liverpool network who lasted until well after the Waterhouse Report. Furthermore Todd was a high profile figure in the Church. The Church colluded with Dafydd’s gang and Theresa May, the daughter of a vicar who has made much of her active membership of the Church of England, served as a Councillor for the Borough of Merton, 1986-94, when Dafydd’s associates at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital facilitated the trafficking ring in south London which was linked to the ring in north Wales/Cheshire. Merton was served by St George’s Hospital Medical School.

 

The biggest and best gwerin were of course to be found in the London Medical Schools and Dafydd knew many of them, partly because of his stint ‘training’ at the Maudsley in the early 1960s, but also because one the biggest trafficking rings linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire was the ring based in south London which was largely facilitated by the psychiatrists at St George’s Hospital Medical School. It was as much of a stronghold of organised abuse as the Maudsley was.

The beginning of the empire at St George’s was Desmond Curran. Desmond was the corrupt Top Doc to the stars. Norman Scott was sent into the caring embrace of Demond Curran in the 1960s after making those outrageous allegations about Jeremy Thorpe.

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ tells us all about Desmond:

Desmond Curran was one of the most distinguished clinical psychiatrists of his generation, and many of his pupils were to fill eminent positions in clinical practice and teaching in this country, and in many other parts of the world.

That will be the problem, those who learnt at the knee of Des will be in positions across the globe in which they are wielding influence and ensuring that the gory truth about Des and what was really going on in his flagship Dept at St George’s never ever becomes public.

He was born in Devon, grew up near St Andrews and was educated at Wellington and Trinity College, Cambridge, before entering St George’s Hospital medical school. He chose psychiatry, regarded in those days as a lowly walk of life in medicine, and was appointed house physician at the Bethlem Hospital in 1928.

No matter how much gushing was done about Des in later life, when he and his colleagues were wielding enormous power because of their roles in the Westminster Paedophile Ring, we need to remember that psychiatry – which has never been a speciality attracting the brightest and best – when Des was young was what one did if one had blotted one’s copybook in a major way and was not going to be accepted in any other field. Psychiatry has been in such a bad way for so long that the few capable people who were interested in it nearly always changed their minds after a stint in psychiatry as a student or a junior doctor. I know why that was, it was because the whole field was dominated by abusive professionals and good Top Docs could make no impact and they walked away. Research carried out in the 1980s showed that virtually every medical student who had wanted to take up psychiatry changed their minds after doing their psychiatry placement. No-one dared publish the reason for this. But then the medical students in Cardiff were all telling each other not to, under any circumstances, take a job as a junior doctor in Bangor.

‘We didn’t know.’

It was because there was no nightlife in Bangor and ooh these whippersnappers want a certain lifestyle, I mean they’re young professionals!!!

Oh no it wasn’t. Never mind, the Welsh Gov’t will offer them more and more and more money to solve the Recruitment Crisis in north Wales! Golden handshakes, golden handcuffs, yet another expensive advertising campaign telling them how great it is being a Top Doc in north Wales. You will still find that

boundaries – Omnipleasant

When Desmond Curran worked at the Bethlem Hospital in 1928, conditions and practices were truly dreadful and at that time the Maudsley, the hospital linked to the Bethlem, was dominated by the Top Doctors such as Sir Aubrey Lewis who were viewed as the early pioneers in psychiatry and gosh were they mad and dangerous. Many of them were eugenicists and a few of them worked with some of the Top Doctors who later carried out human rights abuses in their role as Nazi Top Doctors. This should of course be viewed in the appropriate historical context, but my point is that some of the Maudsley crowd were considered mad and dangerous for their time, a la William Sargant, Dr Death’s old boss at Tommy’s (see post ‘Dr Death’). Previous posts eg. ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ and ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ provide an overview of some of their excesses. Because psychiatry was considered to be a dustbin for unemployable Top Docs – in many regions of the UK it is still viewed as such – Aubrey et al were isolated from other Top Doctors’ specialisms and they did exactly what they wanted to patients whom very few people were prepared to defend. Psychiatrists are fond of suggesting that their profession has been smeared by overblown horror stories of stereotypical mad doctors running amok, but I suggest that the situation was and still is far, far worse than has ever been admitted. Abuse of psychiatric patients is endemic, the law is routinely flouted and there is no effective protection for patients.

 

[Desmond] received powerful encouragement from Edward Mapother and, after a period in neurology at Maida Vale Hospital, he proceeded with a Rockefeller travelling fellowship to Johns Hopkins in Baltimore.

This is why when the going gets tough even the Obamas will give a helpful interview re the Miracles of Modern Medicine (see post ‘Right To Reply’).

He came under the influence of Adolf Meyer whose wide-spanning concept of psychiatry did a great deal to enrich and humanize the clinical practice of what had previously been a narrowly organic and descriptive speciality.

This is not true. Psychiatric patients remained on the receiving end of the most appalling brutality and neglect until the asylums closed down and after that they were left to become destitute or die in the community or of course go to prison for the most bizarre and ludicrous of reasons.

 

[Desmond Curran’s] leading disciples in Great Britain included Desmond Pond; Aubrey Lewis; R D Gillespie and D K Henderson.

Sir Desmond Arthur Pond (2 September 1919 – 29 June 1986) graduated from Clare College, Cambridge and then studied at UCL and at Duke University School of Medicine, North Carolina. Pond was Senior Lecturer at the Maudsley, 1948-52, then consultant psychiatrist at the Maudsley and UCL, 1952-66. In 1966 Pond was appointed the first Professor of Psychiatry at the London Hospital. He was a founder member of the Institute of Religion and Medicine in 1964. Pond served on the Neurosciences Board of the MRC, 1968-72 and was President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, 1978-81.

Pond was a senior member of staff at the Maudsley when Dafydd ‘trained’ there at the knee of Dr Bob Hobson; Hobson was abusing patients. The activities of Hobson and his team were widely known and Pond spent his career protecting Hobson, Dafydd et al. Pond was knighted in 1981, which will have been at about the time (or soon after) that Mary Wynch began her legal action against Dafydd and the gang. Pond was further rewarded for his valiant defence of people traffickers when he was appointed Chief Scientist at the DHSS, a post he retained until his retirement in 1985, serving under Secretary of State Norman Fowler. My posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘The Old Devils’ describe how people who were known to be involved with the organised abuse of children and vulnerable people were systematically appointed to senior positions in the DHSS with responsibility for mental health. My post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’ describes exactly the same process at work with Gov’t advisory posts regarding children’s social work.

The London Hospital is located in the East End and facilitated abuse and by the late 1960s/70s it was linked to Dafydd’s gang. The Councils of the East End sent numerous kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales where there were complaints of serious abuse which were ignored. Desmond Pond had an ‘interest in the social psychodynamic and biological aspects of personality development, which he considered to be inextricably entwined’. As a result of this interest, at the London Hospital, Desmond Pond established a ‘mother and child unit’ which conducted ‘research for investigating the formative years’ and ‘became a community service station for the treatment, social support and guidance of problem children and their mothers in Tower Hamlets in the East End or London’. Which presumably included recommending that those ‘problem children’ should be sent on placement into the hands of John Allen and Dafydd in north Wales. Little wonder that when Mary Wynch went into battle, Desmond Pond was given a K and an advisory position in the DHSS.

Can anyone explain why everyone accepted a situation in which an ‘expert’ in the ‘social psychodynamic and biological aspects of personality development’ who was carrying out cutting edge research into ‘problem families and children’ was recommending that those problem children were placed in the care of the associates of a man whom he knew to have a history of sexually exploiting vulnerable people and continued to place the children with those people even after complaints of the most serious abuse were made? And why did Thatcher’s Gov’t think it appropriate to give the expert in personality development a K after someone began legal action against the man in receipt of the problem children and the following year appoint him as a Gov’t adviser, keeping him in that post until the legal action against his fellow ‘experts’ had been successful after clinical negligence was admitted?

The Lord Fowler Kt PC
Official portrait of Lord Fowler crop 2.jpg

Pond served as a member of committees and ecclesiastical commissions which ‘explored problems that arose within marriage’ and from escalating rates of divorce. Problems arising from clergymen who were molesting children perhaps?

While helping Dafydd during his time as a DHSS adviser, Desmond Pond ‘succeeded in strengthening some bonds between the DHSS, the Medical Research Council and the Royal Colleges and in creating some new ones.’ So Desmond created yet more links between corrupt professional people.

Desmond Pond, who ensured that an enormous paedophile ring carried out their business unhindered, was married to another Top Doc, Helen, a consultant physician and they had three daughters. Two of the daughters ‘have proved to have outstanding musical talent and a third is a gifted zoologist’. How fortunate that Desmond’s own children’s social psychodynamic and biological personality development did not affect them in such a way that they were best served by living with a vicious criminal gang who beat and raped them and forced them to work as child prostitutes! Sir Martin Roth, another Top Doc who protected Dafydd, observed that these talented children of Pond’s had obviously inherited Desmond’s genes. Call me naive, but I suspect that the main reason why the three Pond girls turned out all wonderful is that Pond and his wife did not send them to live with Dafydd and John Allen. That was for the Problem Families of Tower Hamlets, as recommended by an Expert.

Pond died in Torquay, in 1986. Perhaps somebody ought to find out what was going on in Torquay when Pond was living there.

 

Another one of Desmond Curran’s leading disciples was the aforementioned Sir Aubrey Lewis of the Maudsley, who was famously very mad and very unpleasant.

Dr R.D. Gillespie, yet another leading disciple of Curran’s, trained as a Top Doc at Glasgow and then worked at the notorious Royal Mental Hospital in Glasgow. After a stint at John Hopkins Hospital, Baltimore, Gillespie returned to England and worked at the Cassel Hospital and then spent a period of time as a research student at Cambridge. After that, Gillespie was appointed as a Top Doctor and lecturer at Guy’s. During WW II, Gillespie worked as an RAF psychiatrist. His obituary in ‘The London Times’ stated that he considered that ‘his essential job was to get the air crews back at work when the mental strain threatened a breakdown’. Was Gillespie ever driven to a near breakdown himself with the stress of carrying out bombing missions? Er, no, because Gillespie was safely on the ground and his life was not at risk. Ever. But do you know, poor Gillespie suffered even more than those young men whom he forced back into the cockpit even when they could take no more. It was explained in his obituary that ‘the strain for him certainly undermined his health and illness troubled him’. Thank God Gillespie was a Top Doc, because had he been an Other Rank he could well have found himself accused of Malingering!!! Fortunately Top Doctors don’t Malinger, they are ‘troubled by illness’ for which sympathy is obligatory. Sadly although Gillespie was one of Desmond Curran’s leading disciples, the distinguished expertise of Curran et al were unable to prevent the eminent Gillespie dying at the age of 47. It must have been his genes.

  • Bombing of Lübeck in World War II - Wikipedia
  • WW2 in Color » Blog Archive 15 Astonishing World War 2 ...
  • Bombing of Cologne in World War II | Military Wiki ...
  • Boeing B-17F bombing through an overcast Bremen, Germany ...

 

Professor D.K. ‘Dave’ Henderson was the fourth person who was considered to be a ‘leading disciple’ of Desmond Curran. Henderson co-authored with Gillespie, before Gillespie’s genes bit him on the bum. Henderson was born in Dumfries and in 1913 he was awarded a PhD by the University of Edinburgh for his thesis “Cerebral syphilis, a clinical analysis of twenty-six cases, seven with autopsy”. He co-published – with Gillespie –  A Textbook of Psychiatry (first edition 1927), which became internationally influential for several decades. A series of lectures that Dave Henderson gave in New York were published as Psychopathic States in 1939 and ‘ended up contributing to a narrowing of the public understanding of psychopathy as violently antisocial, though Henderson had described various different types, many of which were not violent or criminal’. Yes, there’ll be a Type for every occasion if someone needs discrediting. The Henderson Hospital, a specialist national unit in London set up to manage and treat ‘psychopathic’ personality disorder, was named after him.

Such is the Pressure On Services for the many different Types described by Henderson that some people Slipped Through The Net:

  • Dr Dafydd Alun Jones | CAIS
  • Judge Huw Morgan Gruffydd Daniel – Behind The Facade ...
  • Professor Jo Rycroft-Malone – Behind The Facade – Service ...
  • Llyr Huws Gruffydd – Behind The Facade – Service Shenanigans

Dave Henderson was physician-superintendent in charge at the Gartnaval Royal Hospital in Glasgow, 1921-32. Henderson’s textbook on psychiatry has been described as the key to the ‘Glasgow approach’ to mental illness, and Henderson in turn credited the approach of Adolf Meyer with whom he had worked with in America. Henderson also studied for some months in Germany with a key founder of modern psychiatry, Emil Kraepelin, whom he admired but found lacking in sensitivity to patients. I can only wonder what Henderson must have witnessed when he worked with Kraepelin.

Henderson was President of the Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh, 1949-51. He died on 20 April 1965 in Edinburgh.

Henderson taught Donald Ewan Cameron, who also worked at the Gartnavel Hospital. Cameron became President of the Canadian Psychiatric Association, American Psychiatric Association and World Psychiatric Association, but is mostly remembered for conducting harmful experiments on psychiatric patients as part of the MK Ultra project.

Henderson’s approach as expressed in his textbook ‘is also thought to have influenced R.D. Laing’. I presume that Henderson was one of those people who convinced Laing that there was something terribly wrong with psychiatry, because Laing always maintained that what he saw at Glasgow Medical School and at the Gartnaval Hospital was brutal and gross. Sadly Laing seems to have taken the Prof Fergus Lowe approach to a clean sweep. In the way that Fungus overthrew Dafydd in the Psychology Dept at UCNW but replaced Dafydd’s regime with his own which was equally as toxic and destructive, it is now very clear that R. D. Laing had feet of clay. While Laing attained the status of a guru and was feted by the world’s media, he abandoned seriously ill patients and had others banged up in the very hospitals of which he was so critical. Laing’s own daughter ended up in Gartnaval and it was said that he basically just let her rot in there although he knew how bad the conditions were.

Someone who knew both Laing and Dafydd told me that they were very similar people. They built up a media presence and promoted the notion that they were radical critics but it was all a cover for the abuse and exploitation of very vulnerable people. One of the Hergest Unit patients had worked with Laing when the patient had been a radical in London in the 1960s – I’m not sure that the staff of the Hergest ever knew this, it wasn’t as if most of them took any interest in their patients – and he told me that Laing treated patients very disrespectfully. This man said that there would be a queue of desperate people hanging around in the waiting area, all booked in to see Laing, some of them having travelled many miles and paid a lot of money for the privilege, all wondering where Laing was. They would then be given a message that Laing had been seen in the UK a few days previously so he ‘might’ be coming to see the patients. Everyone would hang around for hours, Laing would not show and there would be no apology or explanation. Which is exactly what happened at nearly every ‘clinic’ that Dafydd held, except of course for his ‘substance abuse’ clinics, where he would flog the prescriptions, or his ‘sex therapy’ clinics…

Having said that the Hergest staff might not have even realised that they had a patient in their midst who had been at the centre of Laing’s circle in the 60s, I wonder if someone somewhere did realise that this man had dirt on Laing? I noticed that this man was as neglected as any other Empowered Service User at the Hergest Unit and although he was quite seriously distressed he was herded into ridiculous inappropriate ‘group activities’ and ‘therapies’ which were so obviously ineffective, but he was far too polite to point this out. He was really well-read, had done a great many interesting things when he was younger and had known a lot of famous people but had just been dumped in Felinheli and was largely ignored. He also had a serious back problem which left him experiencing intractable pain and whenever he had sought advice for this in Gwynedd he was told to practice Mindfulness. Including by Tony Francis, who practised Mindfulness himself but took strong pain killers – opiates – as well and killed himself nonetheless.

  • JANET STREET-PORTER tries mindfulness to see if she lives ...
  • 10 Great Psychology Books To Change Your Life
  • Mindfulness - Prof Mark Williams Lecture - YouTube

I wonder if it was no coincidence that the man who had observed wrongdoing in Counter-Cultural Places had washed up at the Hergest Unit at a time when the Empowered Service Users were dropping like flies? Particularly as I was told by a few people that at one point Dafydd et al at Denbigh (!) were styling themselves as Laingians…

Laing’s detractors used to maintain that Laing was getting through an awful lot of sexual relationships with female patients too.

Laing has been dead for a long time now and he lost interest in psychiatry a long while before he died, but a great many people would have had an interest in keeping that man whom I knew at the Hergest Unit quiet because of all the celebs and other Thinkers whom Laing hung out with whose reputations need to be upheld.  Laing’s old colleague Joe Burke continues to practice and is well-embedded within north London psychotherapy circles, all of whom know a great deal about some of those whom I have named on this blog.

I wondered if Laing had links with Bertrand Russell and the crowd at Croesor (see post ‘The Village’), who knew what Dafydd and the gang were doing. Many of them had doings with the Dartington crowd and Laing used to make guest appearances at Dartington Hall. Indeed I was going to try and get to one such event myself in the early 1980s, because when I was young I was quite attracted to that sort of thing, but Brown and I subsequently realised that many of those involved weren’t all that they were cracked up to be and that there was a great deal of fuckwittery involved. The Dartington website is currently emblazoned with a message telling us that ‘Dartington is not just a beautiful place to visit. It attracts people with big ideas who want to change the world’.

I won’t hold my breath, we’ve been here before.

Could the Artistic Director at Dartington please do something about Dafydd as well as Universal Credit while she changes the world? Diolch yn fawr.

 

To return to the daddy of them all at St George’s, Desmond Curran.

Desmond was too level-headed to espouse any teaching in doctrinaire fashion and, although influenced by Meyer, developed his own pragmatic style of clinical exploration and practice in psychiatry. He achieved the feat of being appointed as consultant to St George’s Hospital at the age of 31.

This was the beginning of something terrible.

With the outbreak of war in 1939 he joined the Royal Navy, and established within it a worldwide specialist service in psychiatry – becoming its youngest surgeon-captain.

During that time, Curran gained knowledge of the shenanigans of those in Very High Places including Lord Louis Mountbatten, as described in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’. It was concealing this which provided the powerbase for so many Top Docs as well as others, including politicians, who for the rest of their careers colluded with serious organised crime but were nonetheless considered untouchable. As a result, more than 40 years later, when I complained about a terminally ill lobotomist who was Of Them, some of the biggest names in psychiatry colluded to have me banged up for life, one of my best friends was murdered and there were attempts to murder Brown and his brother.

Sorry the Giants Of Psychiatry, but you’re fucking mad. Even Lord Louis wasn’t worth all this.

Louis Mountbatten, 1st Earl Mountbatten of Burma - Wikipedia

Charles, Prince of Wales

The royal property portfolio: with 775 rooms, Buckingham ...

And what do you do?

  • Portraits

We run a murderous sex abuse ring!

At the end of the war he returned to St George’s and began work on what was to become the most important endeavour in the course of his long and distinguished career: the creation of the teaching hospital department of psychiatry at St George’s Hospital.

Which by the 1980s was nothing more than a vehicle to facilitate a pan-European trafficking ring and the associated network of serious organised crime.

He had attracted to his side a number of men of clinical maturity and insight, including ‘Bird’ Partridge and Paul, later Sir Paul, Mallinson.

I will return to these men later in this post.

Desmond’s exceptional clinical skills were the product of discriminating observation, an abundance of tolerance and compassion

Top Doctors excel in ‘discriminating observation’. It is what allows them to carefully note that their patients were involved in benign school pupil pranks at the age of 17 which indicated that they were serious criminals in the making, while ignoring the fact that gangsters who are friendly with their Top Doc colleagues are trying to murder their closest friends. Furthermore, the only tolerance and compassion existing was that extended to Top Doctors who should never have been allowed to practice.

and an understanding of human personality progressively enriched over years of painstaking first hand study of patients.

Thus Desmond became an Expert who’s conclusions could not be questioned by mortal souls, only by other Top Doctors. Who, Surprise Surprise, would always find themselves in agreement with Desmond when faced with a patient who was in possession of evidence that Well-Respected Men (or women) were doing things that they should not have been doing.

The force of his example in practice was emulated by his colleagues and students, and St George’s became pre-eminent among the medical schools for its department of psychiatry. Its national and international renown increased steadily during the three decades in which Desmond served it.

Well fancy that. One can only wonder how, in the 1990s, after all those decades with Dessie and his Eminent Colleagues at the helm, that the most damning comments were made at a Public Inquiry about Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit attached to St George’s where Dessie’s colleagues housed their patients and carried out their global-leading ways. The Inquiry was held in the wake of a series of incidents at Springfield in which patients had murdered staff as well as each other and a number of sexual assaults on patients. Comments were made by the Chairman of the Inquiry that Springfield was in such a bad way that it was irretrievable and should be closed. At about the same time, a newly appointed Director of Nursing at St George’s/Springfield resigned after a very short time, telling people that the situation at St George’s was so serious that she could not ‘turn it around’.

I had been a member of staff at St George’s and a patient at Springfield (see previous posts) not long before that Public Inquiry took place. From what I saw, I could only conclude that the towering reputation of St George’s and Springfield was predicated on bare-faced lies being told by a great many people and even more people feeling completely unable to say ‘this is nonsense, have you seen what is actually going on here?’

His textbook Psychological Medicine, 1943, was written in collaboration with Erich Guttmann, one of the small group of eminent psychiatrists who sought refuge in this country from persecution in Nazi Germany. 

It is an irony that many who fled Nazi persecution who were Top Doctors or became Top Doctors, were involved with the gross abuse of patients.

Strange but true

Including Sir William Asscher (who was really called Sir Adolph Asscher), who, after many happy years concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al in Wales, relocated to St George’s where he subsequently spent many enjoyable years concealing the serious criminality in London which was linked to Dafydd’s gang. Sir Adolph was called on to become Dean of St George’s after Ollie Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, was jailed for the possession of child porn in Dec 1986 and the person who had been running St George’s was deposed to show everyone that Lessons Had Been Learned. Ollie’s mates, who were up to their eye-balls in it with him, remained at St George’s and enjoyed full protection from Adolph. See previous posts. Top Docs were not the only professional group who exhibited this phenomenon, a great many lawyers who maxed out on their roles in fighting the Nazis or who even took part in the Nuremberg trials colluded with the organised abuse of which Curran, Dafydd et al were part, including that proud son of Wales, Lord Elwyn-Jones (see post ‘Lest We Forget’).

Strange but true

[Curran and Guttman’s textbook] was to appear in numerous editions, including one with Maurice Partridge in 1955; recent ones having been edited by Curran’s pupil, Peter Storey.

I’ll be coming on to Partridge and Storey soon.

In 1961 Desmond was appointed the first professor of psychiatry at St George’s Hospital. He developed a many sided academic department, including a large unit devoted to psychotherapy, the latter notwithstanding his reservations about psychoanalysis.

The Top Docs all ‘had their reservations’ about the whole field because they knew that much of it was nonsense. Nonetheless they developed their expertise in the field because tying everyone up in knots using discredited theory from the psy disciplines is the only thing that is going to save anyone’s bacon in situations such as when a member of staff at St George’s has been terrorised and then arrested on trumped-up but very serious charges by Dafydd and his colleagues and Dafydd admits that he wants to get his leg over her and his other patients. The sky’s the limit for wacky theorising in the event of the St George’s crew realising that some of their friends are mates with Dafydd et al and are not going to be able to get themselves out of trouble if anyone says anything like ‘there needs to be a major criminal investigation into this’.

So I take my hat off to Dr Alice Levinson who excelled when she wrote her final report about me in 1991, in which she admitted that I showed no signs of psychosis at all, that I was suicidal as a result of what Dafydd et al had been doing to me, that I would be offered no care and discharged immediately but would be referred to the forensic team ‘for containment’ because it was agreed by everyone that I was Very Dangerous. The forensic team told me to move back to north Wales because Dafydd was my doctor and He Knew Me. See previous posts.

As everyone at St George’s and Springfield had agreed with Dafydd that I was Very Dangerous and planning to murder him, I can only assume that Alice et al were secret agents who wanted me to kill the old bastard and give everyone a break. Sorry that I let you down on that one Alice.

 

Few senior psychiatrists burdened with manifold duties could have devoted themselves with such unswerving determination and energy to the professional advancement of those of his juniors whose clinical or scientific ability had earned his respect.

Now there’s an admission. Des trained up a load of criminal junior Top Docs who had toadied to him and could be forever relied upon to keep the lid on the barrel of crap and then Des made damn sure that they rose to the very top of the medical establishment themselves… And, as Nicholas Parsons always stresses on ‘Just a Minute’, ‘not just in this country but Around The World!!!’

 

His clinical eminence, and the publications he devoted to the classification of personality disorders, sexual deviation and antisocial and violent conduct, generated wide demand for his services.

Paedophiles In Distress, Paedophiles In Distress, an urgent referral to Des is required. No wonder that Norman Scott ended up in the hands of Des after his unpleasant experiences with Jeremy. The Jeremy who boasted of having had sex with both Ma’am Darling and her husband, Lord Snowdon.

I can’t believe that I’m in the same category as Norman Scott, I and my friends were wowed by the Thorpe trial in 1979. I’m from Somerset and then I went to live in Bethesda and now I’m up with the nobs as the expression in Somerset always was. As would be said in Bethesda, Jesus Christ. I can only hope that this blog has delivered a crippling boot to their collective groins. Have this one on me Norman, Thorpe should have been inside, as the whole of the West Country agreed at the time, in spite of all the bollocks printed in the Torygraph about how no-one believed you. Oh yes they did.

 

He was a member of the Franklin Committee on punishment in prisons and borstals, the Wolfenden Commission on homosexuality, and he became adviser in psychiatry both to the Foreign Office and the Home Office.

Put this crooked lying bastard in every position possible where he can do real damage.

‘There is no evidence that there was a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire which was concealed at a high level’.

Brown always told me that Dafydd would have been in possession of a Home Office licence to be flogging all those prescriptions for Class A drugs and that a great many careers and indeed the whole Home Office would be dependent upon concealing Dafydd’s activities. For years I thought that Dafydd was the only madman whom the Home Office had foolishly embraced, but no, they actively selected for madmen and they did it for decades, it wasn’t just a case of one bad appointment..

 

He was president of the psychiatric section of the Royal Society of Medicine from 1951-52, and of the Royal Medico-Psychological Association in 1963-64. Although Desmond did not originally favour the secession of psychiatrists from the Royal College of Physicians, he gave the new Royal College his full support once it received its Royal Charter in 1971. Many of its officers have reason to be grateful for his sagacious advice and support, and the exercise of his wide influence on its behalf during the early formative years.

I get the picture. Dafydd’s been found in the women’s dorm at 2 am again and someone won’t shut up about it, can you ask Des to help out?

Desmond Curran was a man who knew his own mind; integrity, personal simplicity, sharp wit, keen sense of humour and unfailing kindness rounded a personality of rare distinction.

In no way was he a sadistic, crazed offender with links to serious organised crime. He was only ever a Nice Young Doctor.

It explained, in part, the undivided loyalty and affection he inspired in his many pupils.

One doesn’t argue with a Mafia boss. Neither does one ever leave the Mafia.

The clinical excellence of those who trained under him, the scientific distinction of many, and the fine thriving department he created at St George’s commanded respect for the subject he professed, as well as for himself,

This can only be an obituary published by the Royal College of Physicians…

among many colleagues in many disciplines, and enabled him to leave a lasting imprint upon the psychiatry and medicine of his time both in his own country and wider afield.

To quote Roobarb and Custard, ‘they stood back – and gawped at the mess’.

Roobarb and Custard Creator Dies | Pokerknave

He married Marguerite Claire Gothard in 1938. She survived him, with their two sons.

Oh God. Desmond Curran bred. There’s descendants out there who will be flying the flag…

In March 2015, Professor Andrew Curran was appointed as Chief Scientific Adviser and Director of Research at the UK’s Health and Safety Executive. Whether Andrew Curran is a relation I do not know but it would be worth someone finding out. Andrew’s career highlights include his time as Deputy Chief Executive at the Health and Safety Laboratory and as Scientific Chairman of PEROSH (Partnership for European Research in Occupational Safety and Health).

Des died in 1985, so he was around for long enough to give Dafydd et al a helping hand in concealing serious crime after Mary Wynch and Alison Taylor raised the alarm and Des might just have heard that I had joined in the racket in his final days as well. Des was very much with us in 1979 when Jeremy Thorpe stood trial for incitement to murder and Norman was roundly insulted by the Presiding Judge, Sir Joseph Cantley, during the summing up. Des will have known that Norman was being hung out to dry by a corrupt old judge and that the trial had been very carefully rigged. It was admitted by Thorpe that one reason why his bent barrister George Carman QC was able to prevent some highly incriminating material from making an appearance at the trial was that it would have caused embarrassment to the Royal Family. Cherie Booth worked in George Carman’s chambers until 1988 and Miranda was a junior barrister under Carman.

  • Roddy Llewellyn Stock Photos and Pictures | Getty Images
  • 1000+ images about People on Pinterest | Anthony hopkins ...
  • Princess Margaret și Roddy Llewellyn

In 1976, Charles had been appointed Chancellor of UCNW (in fact Chancellor of the whole of the University of Wales, that was at the time made up of a number of colleges, including UCNW at Bangor), which was facilitating a branch of the same sex abuse ring that Desmond and his colleagues at St George’s were concealing/had concealed for years.

  • Roddy Llewellyn Stock Photos and Pictures | Getty Images
  • 1000+ images about People on Pinterest | Anthony hopkins ...
  • Princess Margaret și Roddy Llewellyn

In October 1975, Andrew Newton, who claimed that he had been paid to kill Norman Scott, made a bungled attempt to shoot Scott that resulted in the killing of the Norman’s dog Rinka. Newton was arrested on charges of possession of a firearm with intent to endanger life, yet the press remained muted, possibly awaiting the bigger story that they hoped would break. Their reticence ended in January 1976 when Scott, in Court on a minor social security fraud charge, claimed he was being hounded because of his previous sexual relationship with Thorpe. This statement, made in court and thus protected from the libel laws, was widely reported.

On 16 March 1976 Newton’s trial began at Exeter Crown Court, where Scott repeated his allegations against Thorpe despite the efforts of the prosecution’s lawyers to silence him. Newton was found guilty and sentenced to two years’ imprisonment, but did not incriminate Thorpe. The erosion of public support for the Liberal Party continued, which their former Leader Jo Grimond attributed to increasing lack of confidence in Thorpe. On 14 March, The Sunday Times printed Thorpe’s answer to Scott’s various allegations, under the heading “The Lies of Norman Scott”. Harold Evans was Editor of ‘The Sunday Times’ when that article was published.

Scott was threatening to publish personal letters from Thorpe who, to forestall him, arranged for the Sunday Times to print two letters from 1961. Although these did not conclusively indicate wrongdoing, their tone indicated that Thorpe had not been frank about the true nature of his friendship with Scott. On 10 May 1976, amid rising criticism, Thorpe resigned the Party leadership, “convinced that a fixed determination to destroy the Leader could itself result in the destruction of the Party”.

David Steel succeeded Thorpe as Leader of the Liberal Party.

My God, no wonder the distress flares were going up at UCNW. In 1976 Carlo was appointed Chancellor in favour of Dai Francis, the father of Dr Hywel Francis, Labour MP for Aberavon, 2001-15. Hywel Francis has remained on excellent terms with the paedophiles’ friends and Top Docs throughout his entire life despite boasting of his dad Dai’s Communist past and leadership of the South Wales NUM throughout the years of industrial unrest in the 1970s. Like his dad, Hywel was a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain. So Hywel and Dai knew all those other members of the CP of GB who knew about George Thomas, Dafydd’s gang etc, including those English radicals/intellectuals who spent their summers in Llanfrothen/Croesor and had the best gen of all re Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist, including the gen on Bertrand Russell. See previous posts, including ‘The Village’.

In 1974 Dai became the first Chairman of the Wales TUC. So although Dai gained much kudos from being a miners’ leader when the miners did battle with Ted Heath and brought him down, Dai’s role as Chairman of the Wales TUC will have given him the most powerful muscle of all – his knowledge of what the NHS/social care trade unions were concealing. Dafydd and the associated gangs…

Dai also knew that the beginnings of the NHS were rather more sordid than we are told, because he was involved with the miners’ welfare associations before the NHS came into being. Dai will have known about Nye and Jennie buying off the Top Docs while Nye and Jennie shopped at Harrods. They didn’t hang around south Wales for long.

For the full gen on Dai and Hywel see previous posts eg. ‘Don’t Mess With Daddy’ and ‘Hey, Hey DAJ, How Many Kids Did You Kill Today?’

Hywel Francis was succeeded as MP for Aberavon by the Windbag’s son Stephen, who, having spent nearly all of his life outside of Wales, many of his adult years outside of the UK and had managed to marry the PM of Denmark, returned to south Wales where his true heart lay, straight into a safe Labour seat. See previous posts.

All part of one big happy classless Gwerin! Bechod!

On 5 April 1976 Jim Callaghan became PM and governed by courtesy of the 1977 Lib-Lab Pact. While everyone kept quiet about Cyril Smith, what with Jeremy Thorpe being more than enough to deal with. Jim’s wife Audrey Callaghan colluded with the abuse of children when she was a member of the London County Council and for the many years that she sat on the governing body of Great Ormond Street Hospital (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).

Callaghan had been a big pal of Glenys Kinnock’s parents via their friendship with Lord Cledwyn, the Labour MP for Anglesey, 1951-79 and it was Callaghan who gave a boost to the Windbag’s early political career. The Windbag had known Dr Tony Francis when they had been at Cardiff University. Lord Cledwyn served as President of UCNW/Bangor University, 1995-2000, throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry…
When Dafydd and the gang went after Mary Wynch, Sunny Jim was PM. Every Gov’t Minister successively threw Mary to the wolves until Home Secretary Michael Howard finally destroyed her some 15 years later, although it was admitted that Mary had demonstrated that her allegations re a corrupt ring of solicitors in north Wales and associated wrongdoing on the part of Dafydd and other Top Doctors were true. See previous posts.

 

George Thomas was appointed Speaker of the House on 3 Feb 1976, the month before Andrew Newton appeared in Court after trying to shoot Norman. George Thomas was a child molester and this had been widely known in Parliament and in south Wales for years. George Thomas’s close friend was Leo Abse, a bent lawyer who served as Labour MP for Pontypool and then Torfaen, 1958-87 and Abse bribed and threatened victims of and witnesses to Thomas’s offences for years to protect Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Abse was succeeded as Labour MP for Torfaen by Paul Murphy, who when he was Secretary of State for Wales took receipt of the Waterhouse Report and declared that he was delighted to have been reassured by Ronnie Waterhouse after an exhaustive and extensive Inquiry that there had been no paedophile ring in operation in north Wales involving VIPS, there was just a few local dirty old men. Paul Murphy is a Roman Catholic who is a Bachelor and has not been blessed with children.

Leo Abse came from a legal and medical/psychoanalytical family. His brother Dannie Abse was a well-known poet and Top Doctor. There was another brother Wilfred, who was a psychiatrist. Dannie and Wilfred both trained at Westminster Hospital and Dannie at least studied at Cardiff University first. Dannie also studied at King’s College, London.

Dannie Abse was taught by George Thomas when Dannie attended Marlborough Road Elementary School. Dannie Abse mentions in his autobiography that George Thomas very obviously favoured boys from Jewish backgrounds – the Abses were a Jewish family – although Dannie Abse claims not to know why this was. Just to add to Dannie Abse’s cultural mix, after he attended Marlborough Road Elementary School, he went to St Illtyd’s College in Splott, Cardiff, which is a Catholic School. So Dannie Abse, by the time he was Top Doctoring as an adult, will have known about organised abuse in the Methodist, Jewish and Catholic communities in south Wales and elsewhere.

Paul Flynn, who has been the Labour MP for Newport West since 1987, also went to St Illtyd’s. Flynn stood for election as the Labour candidate for Denbigh in the 1970s and in the 1990s he used to appear on Vincent Kane’s TV programmes arguing with Dafydd with regard to Dafydd maintaining that the youth of Wales were suffering from reefer madness. Yet Flynn has never uttered a word about Dafydd’s vast crime network although he does know about it. See previous posts.

 

When I was involved with work on the sociology of religion when I was working at Bangor, I too found links between Methodists – George Thomas was one of the UK’s leading Methodists – and the Jewish community. I attributed this to both groups having a lot in common in terms of their socio-cultural values and aspirations and I later found out that the Jewish community in the north west of England actively recruited school teachers from north Wales because of the Nonconformity which dominated north Wales politically and culturally.

I cannot believe that there is anything about Methodism or Jewishness that promotes organised abuse, but close links between the two religious groups would provide a very big umbrella for abusers within the network. Nonconformists formed a regional elite in north Wales and they occupied most of the professional positions; as well as being Ministers of religion, they were the teachers, the doctors, the politicians, the lawyers, the scholars and for a long while they controlled the press. Nonconformists in north Wales were usually Liberals. There were Jewish communities in north Wales and some members were influential people, but there was a much bigger and more powerful Jewish community in south Wales, of which the Abses were a part. Their roots were often in poverty, but they gravitated to the professions, particularly law and medicine. There were of course many more and much bigger Jewish communities in England, again containing many people who worked in law and medicine, as well as in the financial services and politics. There was much anti-semitic comment regarding Margaret Thatcher’s first Cabinets, because of the number of Jewish Ministers. (Thatcher was brought up as a Methodist and it was this that formed the basis of her good friendship with George Thomas.) The vast network of Jewish and Methodist professional people could have been very effectively used to protect abusers and I very much suspect that it was. How many of those within the network understood the full extent of what had developed I do not know.

I am wondering whether that network holds the clue to something that I’ve been puzzling over for months now, which involved Sir Martin Roth, another one of Dafydd’s umbrellas. When the Royal College of Psychiatrists was established in 1971, there was much opposition by other Top Doctors who viewed psychiatrists as a laughing stock and not being deserving of a Royal College all of their own. However, Roth and a few others including Curran and co who were concealing organised abuse in High Places bulldozed ahead with a Royal College and got one. Then Martin Roth wanted a really grand building in which to house his Royal College, although the newly created Royal College had absolutely no money at all. Martin Roth however was able to acquire a building for his Royal College that even other Top Doctors envied; Roth bagged the palatial 17 Belgrave Square. Roth was only able to acquire 17 Belgrave Square because Marks & Spencer had given the Royal College a substantial unsecured loan on very favourable terms, a deal which Roth somehow thrashed out single-handedly with M&S. I have not been able to find out why M&S were so generous to Roth and the Royal College of Psychiatrists, although in subsequent years the Royal College moved out of the building which everyone knew that they could not afford and was feared would bankrupt the Royal College. I note that the widow of the late Chairman of M&S has been involved in initiatives of the paedophiles’ friends. M&S were famously a Jewish company. I can only imagine that Roth called in a few favours. Which M&S might well have subsequently done as well after handing over all that dosh. See posts ‘The Newcastle-upon-Tyne Connection’.

In the 1980s and 90s, I was told by lawyers in Bangor that there was no M&S in Bangor because local big wigs had got together and ‘wouldn’t let them in’. The lawyers obviously knew why this was but they wouldn’t tell me. I was told that M&S were banging on the door of Bangor as hard as they could, but the Councillors Who Said Ni would not entertain the notion of an M&S in Bangor, although there was one in Llandudno. I’m fairly sure that this ban on M&S will be tied up with Dafydd’s gang in some way, because everything was, but I have yet to find out how. One would have thought that Dafydd and the paedophiles would have ensured that M&S was the only place where one could shop… Or was there a fear that if M&S arrived, the rather hopeless little shops in Bangor would die a death???

In the 1980s and 90s, Bangor was OK for hippyish clothes and jeans and jumpers, but for the sort of ‘Daily Mail’ reader who in those days favoured M&S, it was a desert. For Ladieswear, there was really only ‘Megan of Bangor’, near the Cathedral, which was the butt of many a joke. ‘Megan of Bangor’ sold really, really naff clothes but at top prices. I theorised with Brown that ‘Megan of Bangor’ had purchased the clothes from suppliers of crimplenes and nylons but were flogging them at high prices pretending that they were of superior quality. One day Brown and I were sitting on the bench outside of the Cathedral and some elderly tourists walked past and one of them looked in the window of ‘Megan of Bangor’ and said ‘oooh look at those prices, you can get those in the market at home for half the price’.

In my first year at UCNW, some of the other girls in our hall went out and purchased a truly vomit-worthy dress, I think from ‘Megan of Bangor’ and one of them put it on and she was photographed wearing the dress and the photos were posted up in the kitchen under the title of ‘M&S Lady Of The Year’.

‘Megan of Bangor’ closed down in the early 1990s, but the premises continued the fine tradition of selling crap disguised as something special. It was replaced by a shop called ‘Saks’ that sold kitchenware and ‘Saks’ tempted people in by putting nice stuff in the window. Once inside ‘Saks’ however, rip-offs could be spotted. For example, ‘Saks’ were trying to flog, at high prices, those tartan blankets for inside of cars, which at the time were going free with petrol purchases. I went in there with Patient F and we just pissed ourselves laughing at this scam. We were frozen out of the shop, but our mirth had obviously touched a nerve, because when we next went past, a handwritten notice had appeared on top of the rugs saying ‘Real Wool. You don’t get this quality with petrol coupons’. Which just made us laugh even more. Over the following weeks, all the items in the window of ‘Saks’ were decorated with similarly snooty labels, explaining to the customers that it wasn’t really rubbish, it was worth paying through the nose for.

There was another Ladieswear shop nearby in Menai Bridge that was owned by the wife of one of the lecturers in the School of Plant Biology, the lecturer known as The Most Boring Lecturer On Earth. He ‘did’ mosses and bryophytes and one of my mates did her final year project with him and I asked ‘oh God how can you bear it?’, but she said that he was actually very nice, but he really hated lecturing which is why he read his lecture notes out in a monotone without looking at the audience. Like everyone else, The Most Boring Lecturer On Earth will have known about his colleagues facilitating a paedophile ring. He had contacts at Oxford, one of whom then gave my friend a place to do her PhD there.

This is weird, because I bumped into this Bangor grad when I was out walking in Bethesda in the early 1990s, after I had been hounded out of St George’s and had returned to Bethesda. She came back to my place in Rachub and we exchanged Horrific Experiences. I told her about St George’s and she told me that after she’d finished her PhD, she got a job in Oxford and was very badly bullied, so much so that she developed clinical depression and was forced of her job. It all sounded very familiar. She subsequently became very ill and told me that as far as she could see, she was being left to kill herself by the mental health services in Oxford, she said they really were negligent. She never had any problems when she was a student at Bangor, but she did know how I and others had been (mis)treated. Furthermore, she originally came from Bristol, which is where Dr D.G.E. Wood’s family ruled over the medical services. I wonder – did those we know and love realise that this was another student who knew that not all was as it should be and who was gunned down in the Massacre of 1991, when so many of us Who Knew were stuffed over?

One person whom this Bangor grad did know was the student in the Dept of Plant Biology who became engaged to a Muslim girl who’s family had lined her up for an arranged marriage and who threatened to kill him. This was common knowledge, they went into hiding as soon as they graduated, but just like when I told Wood and Adrian Bell that someone was threatening to kill Brown, their plight was simply ignored…

The Ladieswear shop that wife of the The Most Boring Lecturer On Earth owned in Menai Bridge sold even fewer clothes than ‘Megan Of Bangor’, in fact it sold so few clothes that the wife of the Most Boring Lecturer On Earth covered the windows in that yellow cellophane stuff that prevents clothes going off when they’ve been in the window for years. But at least the Most Boring Man On Earth and his wife weren’t receiving murder threats. Or I presume that they weren’t.

Another shop that provided much entertainment a few years later was a shop in Bethesda owned by a lady known as Mrs Racist, because she was rather, er, racist. After Diana was killed in the tunnel, Mrs Racist filled the shop with naff but very expensive Di memorabilia. One of my friends from the Hergest Unit – someone else who had been targeted by Dafydd and the gang – invited me to go to the shop to marvel at the overpriced Di mementos. F and I knew that Mrs Racist was a racist but I didn’t think to warn my friend, so we all went to Bethesda to take the piss out of Mrs Racist’s stock. My friend’s brother was getting married in South Africa, so the story that she span to Mrs Racist was that she was looking for a present for her brother’s bride. Mrs Racist’s ears pricked up when my friend said that she was going to South Africa for the wedding and that her brother was marrying a South African girl. Mrs Racist looked at my friend and said ‘White? White? Is she white?’ So my friend said ‘no she’s black actually’ and I thought ooh I should have given an advanced warning… Mrs Racist’s expression fell and she then conducted an interrogation of my friend regarding as to who was going to the wedding, which simply consisted of repeatedly asking ‘White? White?’ As there were far too many guests going who were dangerously black, we were pushed out of the shop.

Mrs Racist probably thinks that I don’t know this, but her husband was an electrician who was involved in a building scam with local builders and building societies. Corrupt surveyors would be commissioned by building societies in Gwynedd to compile reports stating that work needed doing on houses for which people had put in offers. If the purchasers didn’t agree to have the work done, the building society would not lend the money for the purchase. Everyone knew that the surveyors reports were coming back saying that all the houses needed a damp proofing course even when they didn’t and usually a demand was made that the house should be rewired. I caught them red-handed, a twat arrived at a house that I knew had been damp-proofed and said ‘it needs a damp proof course..’ No-one offered an explanation when I provided evidence that it had already been damp-proofed.

So perhaps Mrs Racist aka the wife of the man who owned Dob Electrical in Tregarth could tell us all what was going on. If Mrs Racist and Dob are no longer with us, then their son can fill us in, because he was the one who sat in my house drinking a paned for TWO HOURS before he even lifted a finger – the idea, Dob junior, is that you drink the paned while you work – and while supposedly rewiring my intended house which did not need rewiring, did a really, really bad job, left wires sticking out of walls and did not bother to finish the plastering. Nevertheless, I was charged thousands so that Dob senior, Dad, could sign on the dotted line as required by the building society to ensure that the dosh would be released.

The building societies in Bangor participated in the scams and included National & Provincial.

We knew what was going on scumbags, but you had the whole of Gwynedd rigged…

Particularly Bethesda. Corrupt police officers, corrupt builders, open drug dealing in the Royal Oak in Rachub – by the one favouritised client of Slob Ingham the CPN from the Arfon Community Mental Health Team – was ignored, class A drugs as well, not just a bit of mari-jew-ana – attempts to set fire to houses of those who had crossed the path of the gang…

Dafydd grew up in Bethesda.

 

In terms of rigging in High Places, Jeremy Thorpe’s family were friends with David Lloyd George’s family. Ronnie Waterhouse also came from a well-known Liberal family in north Wales and Waterhouse’s dad was friends with the Lloyd Georges. The Lloyd Georges were of course a family of lawyers. The Deputy Principal of the Normal College in Bangor knew Lady Megan Lord George; the Deputy Principal also knew Dafydd. The Normal College trained and employed a great many people who colluded with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. There was only the occasional Normal College alumnus who was actually caught and convicted and I don’t believe that the place routinely produced child molesters, but the problem was that most of them knew at least some of what was going on and turned a blind eye, which led to enormous problems with an operation like Dafydd’s at work in the region.

The man who wrote a pack of lies for the Royal College about the world’s greatest Nice Young Doctor, Desmond Curran, was Sir Martin Roth.

 The grave of Sir Martin Roth in Cambridge City Cemetary. 

 

Sir Martin Roth (6 November 1917-26 September 2006) was Professor of Psychiatry, University of Cambridge, 1977–85, then Professor Emeritus and was a Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge from 1977. He was one of the pioneers in developing psychogeriatrics as a sub-specialty. Roth was also a Trustee of the Schizophrenia Research Fund, a charity founded by Miriam Rothschild. Not only did Martin Roth know about Dafydd and the gang, but there was a big network of people in the Cambridge area with links to Dafydd, including Jonathan King, Baroness Jean Trumpington and Tuppence and his fragrant wife Lady Mary Archer. Roth lived for years after the publication of the Waterhouse Report to keep the lid nailed down. See previous posts for info on these people and Roth.

Carlo went to Trinity College, Cambridge, where Rab Butler was appointed as his special counsellor. Rab knew Trumpers and the rest of the network… See previous posts.

 

Among the many things omitted from the account of Curran’s life provided by Martin Roth was Curran’s involvement in some extraordinary matters in the late 1930s, of which I found details in some very interesting letters written by Curran from his Wimpole Street address that are  stored in the Wellcome Library in the Eugenics Society Archive. One letter, dated 8 May 1939, concerns a patient who is engaged who wishes her fiance to undergo sterilisation because she does not consider him suitable to breed as a result of some of his relatives having conditions such as epilepsy or ‘psychosis’. She is requesting Curran’s help – whether her fiancé actually knows that she has approached Curran regarding this matter is unclear, it is simply mentioned that the young man is currently in South Africa. It is not impossible that the young man himself knows nothing of this plan, because Curran is involved in some almost unbelievable plans with certain patients.

Another letter from Curran is dated 11 March 1938 and is addressed to a Dr C.P. Blacker at 28 Weymouth Street. It concerns a patient whom Curran describes as ‘a Jewess’ who is caring for ‘an elderly whining Jewish mother’. The patient is married to a man who is unfaithful and who contracted gonorrhoea. Curran writes that the gonorrhoea has been treated but ‘his seed is not active’. Curran explains to Dr Blacker that Elliot Slater had suggested ‘artificial impregnation’. Curran writes ‘if the King was not willing to provide active seed, she could possibly get some from a distinguished scientist or author or whatever quality she wanted’.

Yes, Curran seems to believe that there is a possibility that the KING might be willing to donate sperm to a well-to-do patient of Curran’s whom he seems to be helping acquire elite sperm. Before I receive e mails demanding that I be thrown into the Tower for making this up, go online to the Wellcome Library, go to the archives of the Eugenics Society and see those letters for yourselves – there are photographs of them. It is there in black and white, there is no doubt about what is written, it is crystal clear – Curran was going to approach the King to see if he would be willing to donate sperm. That would have been George VI, the present Queen’s father. This really puts Charles, Diana and Camilla into perspective…

Did the King offer this sort of service regularly? It couldn’t have been completely unthinkable or Eliot Slater would never have suggested it.

For further details of the plans that Desmond Curran and others had for the King’s sperm, see post ‘The Case Of The King’s Sperm’, which I wrote some time ago before I realised quite what an enormous crazy bizarre mess the Top Doctors had created.

 

One of Curran’s closest colleagues at St George’s was Maurice Partridge. Now let’s see what the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives Of The Fellows Online’ says about Maurice Aubrey Partridge.

Maurice Partridge was educated at Shrewsbury School

Sir Charles Evans went to Shrewsbury School, although he was a bit younger than Partridge. However Top Docs do love alumni networks.

and Balliol College, Oxford.

Ted Heath studied at Balliol and under Ted Heath’s Gov’t, Dafydd and the gang expanded their business unimpeded. Heath was PM when Barbara Kahan, a senior social worker who had colluded with child abuse in the Oxford area, along with her husband the child psychiatrist Dr Vladimir Kahan, was appointed a Gov’t adviser on children in care (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).

He did his clinical studies at Guy’s, for which he retained much affection and where he lived in bachelor rooms in the Warden’s House for many years, although a consultant at St George’s.

So Partridge had a foot planted firmly in both camps, Guy’s and St George’s and was a Bachelor as well. Ted Heath was a Bachelor who was not blessed with children. Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Owen trained at Guy’s.

After Guy’s he trained at the Phipps Clinic (Johns Hopkins) where, like many British psychiatrists of that generation, he was deeply influenced by the psychobiological approach of Adolf Meyer. Following service in the RNVR during the war, where he rose to the rank of surgeon lieutenant commander

Here we go again, Hello Sailor and of course Hello First Lord of the Admiralty Lord Louis Mountbatten…

he spent a short time at St Andrew’s Hospital, Northampton,

St Andrew’s was an asylum with a terrible reputation. St Andrews featured in the media in 1986 when the Evil Jeremy Bamber was convicted and imprisoned for shooting and killing his sister and her two children. Bamber has always denied the murders. Sheila was the former model known as Bambi who had been a patient at St Andrew’s. Top Doctors from St Andrew’s gave evidence for the prosecution at Bamber’s trial although it later became clear that they did not have as much knowledge of Sheila as they claimed, having quite seriously neglected her. Jeremy Bamber is someone else whom many believe has been the subject of a serious miscarriage of justice (see post ‘Family Annilihation’) but was convicted of a crime so ‘Orrible that he was convicted and imprisoned amidst a tidal wave of emotion and tabloid headlines involving Murder, Sex, Models, Insanity, Evil Sons Who Stood To Inherit Millions, Children and Top Doctors Who Cared and Could See Into People’s Hearts.

In recent years St Andrew’s has served as a privately owned hospital taking state-funded patients who are adults with learning difficulties, who have often been removed from the care of their families by Top Docs and social workers against the wishes of them and their families. There has been scandal after scandal at St Andrew’s, with allegations made of brutality towards learning disabled patients and at least one man died after Angels ‘restrained’ him, or more accurately ‘choked him to death’.

before his appointment to St George’s Hospital, where he was one of a triumvirate with Desmond Curran and Sir Paul Mallinson. These men made St George’s pre-eminent in psychiatry in the post war years; with a well developed department of psychiatry within a teaching hospital at a time when similar hospitals were in a string-and-sealing-wax stage.

Whereas St George’s was a well-oiled machine for concealing Naughtiness in High Places.

Maurice was only involved in one major research project,

But he became Eminent nonetheless

a follow-up of 300 patients after prefrontal leucotomy, but that was splendidly carried out and led to an influential publication, Pre-frontal leucotomy, Springfield,Ill.,Thomas, 1950, the only one of its kind at that time.

I haven’t read this contribution to medical science yet, but I am wondering whether any of Gwynne the lobotomist’s victims were among the 300 followed up and whether Partridge was one of the nutters who advocated lobotomy on the grounds of the beneficial effects that it conferred upon patients in that the Angels found it so much easier to Manage Them after the ‘operation’ – they no longer objected to being physically and sexually assaulted, being capable of doing little more than vegging out in a chair all day – or whether Partridge was one of those who found that lobotomies had such dreadful consequences for most people that the procedure pretty much died out by the early 1960s. Except at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh of course, where Gwynne continued to enthusiastically wield the pick in the direction of anyone who objected to Dafydd and others joining them in bed. Cardiff University remained lovingly attached to lobotomies, so attached that in Sept 1999 – four months before the Waterhouse Report was published –  they gave Lena Zavaroni one and she died shortly afterwards. Lena’s death was followed by some not very honest explanations from the University Hospital Cardiff. Not that Lena or her nearest and dearest were told that she was being given a lobotomy, they were told that she was having a ‘new treatment for depression’. After I blogged about Lena’s case, I received an e mail from a Top Doctor telling me that the operation that Lena had was a cingulotomy. I appreciated the explanation but I remembered this e mail that I had received previously from someone who has spent years watching Top Doctors harm their patients:

‘Once upon a time the people who had been neglected, mistreated or sexually interfered with in the care of the health or social services could be lobotomised before they started complaining too loudly. Eventually, that started to become unacceptable even if you tarted it up by saying that you were going to remove an epileptogenic lesion or were going to give them a cingulotomy or something like that. This then leaves you with the problem of all those people who might complain about what’s going on. You might succeed in calling them ‘substance misusers’ and refer them to Dafydd (for goodness sake make sure that none of them have the chance to speak to that man from Liverpool) then they can be plied with whatever drugs they ask for. Maybe you can get them arrested and once they’ve been inside no-one will believe them anyway. Maybe you can make them very dependent and withdraw care so they’re likely to kill themselves. Maybe you can style yourself an expert in pharmacology and give them drugs in mixtures and dosages that violate the manufacturer’s recommendations and put them at risk of choking, heart attack, etc. If you get really desperate you can invite them all to a party and then throw a petrol bomb into the building. You can be a bit more selective and just sexually abuse people to whom you suspect that it’s already happened so they’ve already been softened up by someone else and if they say you’ve done it to them as well you can say it’s just transference or some sort of post-traumatic psychosis. The fact that you can’t lobotomise them anymore doesn’t mean the party’s over, you just have to get a bit more creative. If Dafydd really was prescribing morphine, heroin and the like to people, there must have been a lot of folks helping him. To give drug users heroin for example you’d need a Home Office licence. However there are a few doctors in this country equipped to do this and who do so. Indeed, maintaining people on prescribed doses of heroin is sometimes referred to as the ‘British System’ abroad and it’s been going on since the early 20th century. So people in senior positions would have been involved in enabling Dafydd to gain the licence and make sure that he stayed out of trouble to keep it. A lot of people’s careers, livelihoods and even liberty depended upon Dafydd doing this job. So no wonder they were propping him up. And, apparently, still are.’

Which sums it up nicely.

 

[Maurice Partridge was also] co-author with Curran of their textbook Psychological Medicine, Edinburgh:New York, Churchill Livingstone, 1980, in which he managed to incorporate some very amusing footnotes.

The humour of Top Doctors often pivots upon the distress that they have caused patients, so there’ll have been plenty of material for Partridge’s stand-up at the St George’s Christmas Review.

At St George’s, Partridge was a popular teacher, and he and his two consultant colleagues provided lectures on psychiatry to all comers, at Hyde Park Corner, alternating with neurology given by Denis Williams and Hamilton Paterson.

Except it won’t have been to ‘all comers’, I would be surprised if, for example, patients and their relatives attended those lectures.

Maurice Partridge was an extremely amusing man: dry, ironic, and with a superb gift of timing when telling stories.

There will have been many stories, particularly on the patients’ medical records.

He became a well known after-dinner speaker in rather limited circles, because he was basically a shy man and turned down invitations to larger gatherings.

Bechod! So Partridge’s stories were only shared among a discerning few then. They weren’t the sort of stories that after-dinner speakers like John Humphrys can tell to a packed room who have paid him thousands for the privilege which might well appear in the press a few days later.

Everyone called him ‘Bird’, and his signature when writing to friends was a little wavy line which looked like the outline of a seagull. His holidays were always spent in extraordinarily remote places. Long before there were package tours to the Himalayas, ‘Bird’ was already sending cards and letters from places like Nepal.

Ah, a Doctor was never off-duty in those days! They were always there for patients and the hours were long and the pay not very good, Duw, it was hard. When Bird, Charles Evans and Anne McCandless weren’t having a great time trekking in Nepal that was.

His appearance was a little eccentric.

Dafydd et al always took notes re their patients’ appearance. Dafydd noted that F was ‘a man with pleasant manners and casual attire’, so one wonders why there were so many allegations about F striking fear into the hearts of Top Doctors, Angels and social workers. When I asked F what he thought of Dafydd, F replied ‘I thought that he was a bit of a twat’. I caused WW III when, after I read the libellous crap that Dr D.G.E. Wood and Gwynne had written about me, I sent Wood a letter asking if Gwynne’s medical notes recorded that he had false teeth, trousers with the crotch down by the knees and a liberal covering of Brylcreem. Wood denied that anything libellous had been written about me and then they altered the records. I could see the tippex, it was hilarious. Brown then wrote to Wood saying ‘I note that a number of crude alterations have now been carried out on Sally’s records’ to which Wood replied ‘there have been no alterations made to any records’. Brown and me could SEE THE TIPPEX and the retyping. Well I’ve acquired even more copies of amended and forged documents now, dozens of them.

I still do not know if Gwynne’s records noted those teeth, trousers and Brylcreem, but I do hope so. My records contain evidence of all sorts, an Afghan hat, a mini-skirt, hiking boots, a rucksack, Doc Martens, although not all at once of course. I wonder why they didn’t just document that I’d arrived at the Hergest Unit naked, riding a horse, Lady Godiva-style. It’s not as if anyone ever worried about complete fiction appearing on the records.

The Royal College of Physicians were obviously as experienced in the art of observation as Dafydd et al:

He was short and rotund, untidy, usually wore thick tweed suits even in summer, and always had a large, coloured handkerchief in his breast pocket which he used to flourish and then mop his brow. He looked rather like Pickwick, but plump rather than fat. He was a good squash player and took part in matches with the students, and others. On the hottest days he would wear a white sweater on the court, and on occasions would leave the court between sets and return wearing an extra sweater; which was usually worth two or three points against a student opponent.

I am someone who will defend anyone’s right to wear however many jumpers they wanted to wear in whatever climate, but I can only imagine to what ends Bird’s attire would have been used if he had been an Empowered Service User…

Maurice was a kindly and cultured man, helpful to his juniors, much respected as a clinician and colleague and his death has saddened many.

He also facilitated a VIP trafficking ring. Maurice pegged out in 1984, which was also the year that George Thomas was hospitalised as a result of an STI and Leo Abse and the Top Docs lied to the press about the reason for Thomas’s hospital stay. Dafydd lost a valuable ally when Partridge croaked, no wonder Sir Charles Evans was forced to retire in that year and the rather better camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Professor Eric Sunderland was installed as Principal of UCNW.

This account of Bird and his life was provided by Peter Storey, ‘a distinguished consultant psychiatrist at St George’s Hospital, London, greatly respected as a clinician and teacher and author of the later editions of the classic textbook ‘Psychological medicine: an introduction to psychiatry’. Rather than yet another dishonest crazy butcher who was completely out of control.

Peter Brett Storey is now in that great consulting room – or more probably bar – in the sky, along with so many others who provided the many umbrellas under which Dafydd sheltered. Storey died in 2008, at the end of yet another life dedicated to serving the cause of Dafydd and the gang. Storey was one of Desmond Curran’s students.

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives Of The Fellows Online’ has of course published an account of Peter Storey’s life and works.

Peter Storey was a distinguished consultant psychiatrist at St George’s Hospital, London, greatly respected as a clinician and teacher, and author of the later editions of the classic textbook ‘Psychological medicine: an introduction to psychiatry’. He was born in Whitley Bay, where his father, Henry Storey, was a master builder and company director. He was educated first at the Royal Grammar School, Newcastle-upon-Tyne.

Storey got in early to avoid the rush. Newcastle-upon-Tyne hosted the trafficking ring which like so many others was preceded by organised abuse which went back a long way. The ring in Newcastle supplied Dafydd’s gang with both staff and children from the 1970s onward.

During the war the pupils were evacuated to Penrith, and when they returned he changed to Mill Hill School, which had also been evacuated nearby. He then moved with it when it returned to London. He qualified in 1953 at St Mary’s Hospital Medical School.

St Mary’s isn’t really posh like Tommy’s, but it likes to think that it is quite posh enough to be pompous about it. St Mary’s has got a Posh Bit, namely Lindo Wing, which was sufficiently posh to be deemed to be acceptable for the delivery of Prince William. Di suffered unnecessarily nonetheless, not because of the insufficient poshness, but because Sir George Pinker screwed up. Pinker was a colleague of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, the Prof of Obs and Gynae at St George’s who was a friend of Ollie Brook as well as of Cilla Black. Chamberlain was colluding with Dafydd et al as well as Ollie’s gang in London. Despite Di being less than happy, more Royal babies have been delivered at Lindo Wing. Whether that is because the Royal Family haven’t realised the cock-up re William’s birth or whether it is because St Mary’s are considered to be a Safe Pair of Hands for other reasons I don’t know. See previous posts for info on George Pinker.

Subsequently he spent three years in the Army and was promoted as captain in the RAMC, having enlisted at the time of National Service.

He then completed three years in acute general medicine in Portsmouth and six months in neurology at Atkinson Morley Hospital, associated with St George’s Hospital.

They were fully on board with Dafydd et al at Atkinson Morley by 1990…

He trained in psychiatry at the Maudsley Hospital, where he passed his London University academic diploma in psychological medicine (DPM).

Dafydd ‘trained’ at the Maudsley. Dafydd didn’t pass through the Maudsley until the early 1960s, but there was already organised abuse at the Maudsley by the time that Dafydd arrived. Dafydd ‘trained’ under Dr Bob Hobson, who was notorious. Hobson’s obituaries make no mention of him being known as someone who, along with his team, was shagging patients, but other Top Docs had coded ways of writing letters to each other to flag up patients who had the dirt on Hobson’s lot. Hobson decamped to Manchester University in 1974 and his colleagues at London claimed to be surprised and not know the reason why. Hobson of course set up a trafficking ring at Manchester. Tony Francis worked with Hobson’s lot at Manchester as did Sadie Francis. For the Drs Francis it was then from Manchester straight over to Dafydd’s gang in response to the distress flares which were sent up after the Mary Wynch case when reinforcements were called for. See post ‘The Mentor’ for more information on Hobson and Manchester and ‘A Galaxy of Talent’ for information on the grandiose idiots who held the fort at the Maudsley. ‘The Discovery of a Whole New Galaxy…’ provides the background of the gang at Manchester who preceded Hobson and who subsequently spread their wings taking their toxicity with them far and wide.

He spent two years as a research fellow at Atkinson Morley’s, where he carried out at an important study showing major psychiatric, personality and emotional sequelae from subarachnoid haemorrhage. He had previously undertaken the first well-controlled study using air encephalography to investigate chronic schizophrenics, which, although small in size and failing to demonstrate abnormalities, can be seen today as a forerunner of later studies using CAT scanning and other modern imaging techniques to show abnormalities.

Oh classic Top Doctors’ hype, ‘although small in size and failing to demonstrate abnormalities’ it was of course a forerunner. If I had conducted a piece of research which was small in size and didn’t show anything at all I don’t think that I’d bother to publicise it, I’d get on with something more fruitful.

But then Dafydd was Europe’s Leading Forensic Psychiatrist.

He was then a senior lecturer in psychiatry at St George’s for four years and in 1969 was appointed as a consultant psychiatrist at St George’s and at Springfield Hospital, near St George’s in Tooting, and then becoming closely linked.

So THIS is the Mr Big who blended the Knightsbridge Crooks To The Nobility with the south London trafficking gang which had been in operation for many years in the Wandsworth/Tooting area. I wondered who did that. I suspected that when Harold Wilson’s Gov’t drew up plans to relocate St George’s from Hyde Park Corner to Tooting that it was something to do with the ring at Tooting, but I didn’t realise that the St George’s trafficking psychiatrists had made the link to Springfield as long ago as 1969, when they were still all living it up at the Hyde Park Corner site.

In 1971, with the foundation of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, he was awarded the MRCPsych.

They all were, at the time the Royal College put in strategies to ensure that every consultant psychiatrist came out with a prize, even Dafydd, because it was acknowledged that so many of them were hopeless and would not pass an exam under normal conditions. In the same spirit that Brown and me were systematically marked down because we had this annoying habit of doing quite well in exams having crossed the path of Dafydd’s gang. Oh shit they’ve both topped 90% again, MOVE THOSE GOAL POSTS…

He was greatly respected as the best psychiatric clinician at St George’s, and was also elected by his colleagues for six years as medical administrator at Springfield, where he brought about many improvements and greatly fostered the link with St George’s, which culminated in Springfield being recognised as a university hospital. For nine years he also saw students at Imperial College.

Of course Mr Big was ‘the best psychiatric clinician at St George’s’ he was organising the whole ring and bringing more and more Distinguished Eminent Doctors on board, including those at Imperial, which was under the rule of Lord Brian Flowers, who grew up in Swansea (see previous posts)…

Harold Wilson’s resignation was undoubtedly something to do with this ring and I suspect that it was related to Jeremy Thorpe’s activities getting so out of hand that Harold though that this was all going to blow up on his watch and in a very big way, but I need to do some more digging…

Harold Wilson waved through a huge investment to build the new St George’s Medical School at Tooting, it was a flagship development. Planned for and given to a gang of people traffickers to run…

No To NHS Cuts!50,000 people march in Manchester against NHS cuts | UK ...

  • 'Jarrow March' ends in pro-NHS rally in London - BBC News
  • Huge Turnout For National NHS Rally

[Storey] developed a large and successful private practice. He saw many survivors of three major disasters with post-traumatic stress – the sinkings of the cross-channel ferry Herald of Free Enterprise (March 1987) and the Thames pleasure cruiser Marchioness (August 1989), and the Lockerbie plane crash (December 1988).

As these events were all in the recent past, I suggest that someone takes a fine toothcomb through everything related to them. They were all famous cock-ups that took place on Thatcher’s watch with legal implications of nightmarish proportions.

He was invited to become a co-author of a widely-used textbook, Psychological medicine, written by two eminent St George’s figures, Desmond Currran and Maurice Partridge seeing through its 7th to 10th editions (1972 to 1986), and ultimately becoming its sole author. He retired from the NHS, but not from practice, in 1987.

So Storey had everything completely sewn up with Curran and Partridge and the three of them dominated the scene and trained Top Doctors up to those of my generation. Not that Storey even bade a fond farewell in 1987; well he didn’t dare, Brown and I had started mouthing off about Dafydd by then and furthermore we were two postgrad students rather than kids in care…

In 1991 he retired completely, and with his wife decided to return to his earlier roots, in Penrith.

No, he won’t have gone completely, although 1991 was the year in which his mates at St George’s forced me out of medical research. This bastard was never going to go, there was far, far too much at stake…

A few years later he developed progressive Parkinson’s disease. He was however for some years able to be a member of Penrith Golf Club, where his father had been captain in 1958, and to continue with fell walking. In retirement he also took a variety of evening classes, in French, conversational Italian and pottery, and completed two Open University courses in literature and history.

None of this will have been benign. I would not have thought that one could make much mischief at Penrith Golf Club, but Peter Storey will have and when he was fell-walking and when he was in his French evening classes and at the conversational Italian and at the pottery and while he was in his OU classes, he will have been networking and organising throughout all of it… Who played golf at Penrith and was in those evening classes with Storey???

Two possibilities: Willie Whitelaw and William Bingley. Whitelaw concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al in every position that he held for years and years and he had a house in the Lake District. William Bingley – who’s parents Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and Lady Juliet concealed abuse involving Mountbatten et al in an earlier era (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’) – colluded with Dafydd and all associated gangs when he was Legal Director of MIND and then when he was Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission. After that, Bingley was Professor of Mental Health Law and Ethics at the University of Central Lancashire (2000–04) and was non-executive Director of Morecambe Bay Primary Care Trust (2000-06), which also managed local mental health facilities, then Chairman of North Lancashire NHS Primary Care Trust. Morecombe Bay was the Trust who concealed dangerous midwives whose idiocy and lies resulted in the deaths of many babies. Bingley resigned as Chair of North Lancashire NHS Primary Care Trust three weeks before he died, after he was exposed as running a financial scam with the NHS from which he personally benefited. Bingley died in Aug 2011 in a fell-walking accident. Perhaps someone gave him a shove, after all Operation Pallial had just been launched and there was going to be a review of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

The Viscount Whitelaw
William Whitelaw in 1963.jpg

I have only just realised that Bingley’s mum Lady Juliet did her social work training in Liverpool. Which is where Lucille Hughes trained and where Dafydd studied medicine… Lady Juliet was appointed Chairman of MIND in 1979. Which was the year that Mary Wynch languished in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, illegally imprisoned…

Willie Whitelaw was appointed Home Secretary in 1979. He served as Lord President of the Council, 1983-88, which meant that during those years he was the visitor to UCNW…

Willie believed in getting tough on young thugs and giving them a short sharp shock. It didn’t work on the boys from Bryn Estyn because they were already accustomed to being gang raped at gunpoint, although Willie knew that, he’d worked very hard to cover it all up for years.

Willie wasn’t a Bachelor and he had been blessed with children, but I wouldn’t have put anything past him frankly.

[Storey] was a man of many interests, cultural and sporting, with a positive outlook and a dignified presence. In his London years he was very much engaged in opera, and a regular attender at Covent Garden. He was a keen golfer, squash player, mountain walker and skier, continuing into his 60s.

He picked up a few more elite mates at the opera then. Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the corrupt occupational health physician at St George’s Hospital Medical School, liked going to the opera. See previous posts.

At St Mary’s he was a rugby player, until an injury with two prolapsed intervertebral disks ended his rugby career. He married in 1952, while still a student, Ann Geraldine Murray. He was survived by his widow, two sons and two daughters, and seven grandchildren.

Oh God. Seven grandchildren. They are myriad, they are legion… They won’t be working in MacDonalds.

Peter Storey died in 2008, so he was on hand to help with Waterhouse… Storey was also alive and kicking when all those people were trying to remove Merfyn Jones from his job as VC of Bangor University.

Did you know anything about it all Miranda?

  • Tony Blair rejects 'bizarre' claims that invasion of Iraq ...
  • The blame for tuition fees can be laid at the feet of Tony ...
  • Tony Blair Attacks Labour's Fierce Resistance To Austerity ...

 

  • Infallible Catholic: Fatima Miracle in Hiroshima, Japan
  • Untitled on emaze
  • Mushroom clouds of Hiroshima (left) and Nagasaki (right)
  • January 1946: Report on bombing of Hiroshima – The ...
  • Toujours en Vogue: Explosion

There is another old fossil that I need to cover in this blog post as well, another of Desmond Curran’s colleagues, Sir Paul Mallinson, who was with us until 1989.

Paul Mallinson came from two worlds, the timber trade and farming, and made medicine his calling. A shy and private man, he blossomed within his work where his kindness and infinite capacity to care could be formalized. Generations of patients and trainees have cause for gratitude.

Another shy, private bunny who always hid his light under a bushel throughout his entire life, which was somehow spent Caring, while working hand in hand with a bunch of ruthless gangsters of the finest pedigree.

He went to school at Westminster before studying medicine at Oxford and St Thomas’ medical school, and entered psychiatry in 1937.

So Mallinson predated Dr Death at Tommy’s…

He spent the war years in the Royal Navy working under Desmond Curran and afterwards joined him at St George’s Hospital in London.

What better introduction to his future career could Mallinson have had?

The service and teaching programmes he and Curran developed, together with Maurice Partridge, became pre-eminent amongst the London teaching hospitals. For many years the Saturday morning postgraduate teaching at Hyde Park Corner, combined with neurology contributions, was the basis of formal training for countless young psychiatrists aiming at the DPM.

Curran and his mates infected the whole profession…

The outpatient department became famously located at No 15 Knightsbridge, and the inpatient unit at Atkinson Morley’s Hospital in Wimbledon.

It sounds rather posh for the likes of Empowered Service Users, but from what I remember, Jeremy Thorpe or someone close to him payed for Norman’s ‘care’ at the hands of Curran. Before Ed’s Uncle Harry’s NHS Looked After The Poor, wealthy people who had found themselves in a tight spot often footed the bill for the Top Doctors to ‘care’ for a distraught person who was making worrying allegations about them. Reading biographies of posh people who suffered at the hands of other posh people I’ve been quite taken with how often Top Doctors were paid good money by charitable abusers to cause their victims even more distress and I’m not just talking of Freud and The Case Of Dora, which is always the example given when questions are asked about Freud and his motivations. Lord Lucan’s wife always maintained that ‘her’ Top Doctor – a Private Psychiatrist – was working on behalf of her husband, not her. Where did poor Lady Lucan end up when someone bludgeoned her over the head after/before killing the nanny? St George’s Hospital. Where she was accused of being mad. In true Top Doctor style, Lady Lucan was noticed to be distraught and not making much sense tch tch and making the most extraordinary claims about her husband, that lovely man who did nothing but gamble the family fortune away while hanging out with John Aspinall who kept wild animals who kept eating their keepers. Oh please, someone marry off a few of the Top Doctors to some grade A gits and let the gits bludgeon them over the head after murdering someone else, admit the bludgeoned Docs to St George’s and let me know when all this happens. I’ll turn up and film the fun and then show screenings free of charge to every Empowered Service User who has ever been on the receiving end of this lot.

Paul’s beloved Rover car always proudly bore the registration plate ‘15K AMH’.

Dafydd’s corrupt policeman friend Elfed Roberts drove a penismobile with a number plate with the letters EWR, so I always knew when Elfed had turned up at Bangor University to cause problems for me, even when he wasn’t actually sitting in his penismobile shrouded in the ‘Daily Post’ as he so often was.

The professional and intellectual climate in the department was second to none,

Oh don’t titter…

sceptical yet benevolent to a marked degree. Training as a registrar in these circumstances was a joy,

Nay, nay and thrice nay

so that the author of this tribute [I’ll come to him shortly] had no qualms about turning down a post at the Maudsley Hospital when the opportunity arose to work at St George’s instead.

I can imagine that many people would have been torn having to choose between two such opportunities…

Neither Mallinson or Curran did much research themselves, though their consummate clinical knowledge and skill led to several memorable publications of a clinical kind.

This is a familiar story re those Distinguished Eminent colleagues of Dafydd’s. As with David Davies, who was the Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley when they let Dafydd in, the Davies who built his global reputation as an expert in alcoholism after conducting a study of seven alcoholics, a number of whom Davies later realised weren’t actually alcoholics after all (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’), Mallinson and Curran will not have done very much of anything except pompousing and gunning down anyone who might have acquired dirt on the rich and powerful, but they’ll have written a few things on the back of their zilch knowledge and that will have been enough for them to have been lauded as Outstanding Clinicians and Clinical Teachers.

The ludicrous thing is that the students and juniors whom this lot lorded it over were fully aware that they were the King’s New Clothes, but because most of those students and juniors would go on to build their own careers on the basis of the King’s New Clothes themselves, no-one ever did the job of the little boy in the crowd who yelled out ‘look they’ve got no clothes on’.

Almost every registrar working with them was inspired to become embroiled in clinical research within a year or two, and the subsequent publications are still sometimes quoted thirty years later.

Yes, I’ve just commented on how it works…

At least five of their registrars eventually went on to established university chairs.

And it is highly likely that they won’t have actually been robust academics, although they’ll have done the right favours for the right people and continued to do so. Some decades ago, FIVE PROFS trained at the knee of a trafficking gang who had no knowledge of psychiatry. What does that tell us about the state of psychiatry? Those profs will have been turning up in court as expert witnesses, they’ll have been taking decisions as to who to section for months on end or who to send to live with Jimmy Savile in Broadmoor or who to deny treatment on the grounds that they were ‘not ill’ when they were too ill to function. It is a nightmare and it is why when Dafydd put on his best grave voice and said to me years ago ‘Everyone is saying the same thing about you. Can we really all be wrong?’, I replied ‘yes, because you’re all mates and you’re all a bunch of liars.’ Furthermore Dafydd, you’d previously rung me up and offered me a place at Liverpool Medical School in return for dropping my complaint about you after telling me that I was a ‘remarkable person’ and Brown was listening in to that call…

As were MI5, but no, they weren’t going to interrupt this fuckwittery.

‘We are all saying the same thing’. Take your pick:

Paranoid schizophrenia; Process psychosis; Manic depressive insanity; Bizarre personality disorder; Paranoid personality disorder; Homicidal; Remarkable Person; Attractive and seductive; Anti-social Personality Disorder; Bipolar I; Bipolar II; Borderline personality disorder.

Anyone want to give the tombola another spin???

Brown once suggested a few diagnoses that Dafydd could use, such as Chapel Psychosis and Cottage Ignition Syndrome. We were having a laugh at the time, but I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if someone in Denbigh ended up with being diagnosed with those syndromes.

Dafydd mustn’t worry, I know what is wrong with me. It’s a wandering womb and over-education for my feminine state, it really has turned my mind.

 

Paul used to go to endless trouble to help his juniors in their careers – more often by simply being empathic to their aspirations and a sound judge of their abilities, coupled with his wish to help them fulfil themselves.

This translates as ‘he ensured that those who kept their mouths shut and toadied to him were given a boost, which resulted in his lackeys and partners-in-crime holding key positions of responsibility to keep the show on the road.’

His own conscientious approach, his endless clinical curiosity, open mindedness and modesty, provided a model which was irresistible.

I never encountered this man, but I encountered those whom he ‘influenced’ and ‘mentored’ and ‘inspired’. In no way did they live up to this spin.

Trainees subject to his influence changed

I saw them post-transformation. It was not a pretty sight.

– as did countless patients. Many young doctors were privileged to share something of his home life. They would spend summer holidays, with their wives and children, at his lovely Bembridge home, where Paul indulged his love of cricket, sailing and gardening.

Bembridge is on the Isle of Wight. So Paul Mallinson invited his coterie and their families for upmarket holidays at his place. It would be nice to think that shameless toadying to a crooked old git in return for crumbs from his table would not be so common as to pervade medicine and effect practice, but from what I saw it does. Geoffrey Chamberlain held summer garden parties at his place in Wimbledon to which everyone was invited, which I think were designed to rub in how important and influential Chamberlain and his wife were. At least Chamberlain and his wife did make pleasant chit chat to their guests though. Chamberlain’s friend Cathy Wilson, the Reader in Reproductive Physiology in the Dept of Obs and Gynae, owned an even more impressive place than Chamberlain. Cathy lived at Notting Hill Gate and she too held parties there where the catering could not be bettered. What did Cathy do at her parties? She got pissed and hurled abuse at people. But they returned, time after time. People were aghast when I told them that no, I really would not be wasting my free time chez Wilson. It was simply emphasised what I would me missing – ooh she’s got such a beautiful house, the food will be fantastic etc. Well yes that was true, but it came with Cathy Wilson. One day after there had been a great deal of frostiness towards me because I really was not going to go to a party at Cathy’s – I tolerated her appalling conduct at work because I don’t think that one should cause WW III with one’s colleagues when one is being paid to do a job – I was interested to hear what had happened at the Notting Hill Gate party. Cathy had got pissed and screamed racist abuse at a Yugoslavian junior doctor and she’d had a screaming row with a consultant. Well that was a surprise.

For the same reason I turned down all the invitations to join the St George’s Wine Club. It was finally noted by Nicky Mitchell-Heggs that I ‘didn’t really fit in with the rest of them’. No and I was most relieved that I didn’t and I had no intention of doing so. They were a bunch of vacuous tossers who wasted their money on bottled water and courgettes, treated people like turds and furthermore they were facilitating a paedophile gang. But at least they partied with Cilla and Prince Edward and Nanette Newman turned up to their ball, which for some baffling reason actually meant something to them.

In his day he was president of the St George’s medical school club, and also of its cricket club, and he knew most of the undergraduates fairly well. He eventually retired from St George’s in 1969 but continued to practice privately until he was 70 years old.

Mallinson was probably in Wine Club as well.

He was the third baronet and succeeded his father in 1943.

Cathy and Chamberlain would have moved so fast to attend his parties that they’d have broken their legs.

He was married first to Elia Mary Guy in 1940 and they had a son and two daughters; one daughter is a doctor.

They are myriad…

The marriage was dissolved in 1968. His second marriage was to Dr Margaret Cooper Bowden, a former pupil of his

I wonder if Margaret Cooper Bowden was any relation of Bluglass and Dafydd’s mate Paul Bowden, another Eminent Distinguished London-based psychiatrist who was also colluding with serious organised crime?

There is a great deal of shagging the boss in medicine. I don’t have a problem with that if the people involved actually like each other, but medicine is so dysfunctional that very often they don’t. It all looked like a very high risk activity to me. Top Doctors become very traumatised if you are not participating in the shagfest, it’s an even worse crime than not going to Wine Club.

and her care – and his stoicism and good humour -made bearable his prolonged final illness. She survived him, together with the three children of his previous marriage.

So the old bastard had someone to look after him when he spent a few years with Parkinsons and she’ll have inherited the dosh. There’ll have been a fight over the will – after all, where there’s a will there’s a relative – and the children of the dear departed loving father will all be using the old git’s network to bag themselves powerful positions.

Who wrote this tribute to the trafficker who invited those assisting in the crime to live it up with him on the Isle of Wight? One Professor Arthur Crisp. Crisp is now dead, but Arthur Crisp was very much alive when I was working at St George’s and when I was a patient at Springfield in early 1991. Crisp was a specialist in anorexia and like everyone at the phenomenal Psych Dept at St George’s, Crisp was a towering figure, ‘with the best clinical outcomes’ of any eating disorder specialist. I know how Crisp achieved his phenomenal results. An Angel who worked at Springfield told me and was remarkably honest about the magic formula. Crisp discharged any patients who refused to eat when they were in the unit and he would not treat them again. So the most seriously ill patients who er, didn’t eat, were refused treatment. Anorexia has the highest mortality rate of any mental illness, even higher than manic depression. One of the symptoms of anorexia is a refusal to eat, no matter how malnourished one is or how much pressure is put upon one. So Crisp didn’t actually treat anorexics, he treated patients with less serious eating problems who could bring themselves to eat.

Any cardiac specialists out there who fancy improving their outcomes by not treating people with heart problems? Your patients will make a fantastic recovery if they’re not actually ill.

Arthur Crisp will have been discharging those patients to die and everyone knew that. One outcome of sexual abuse in some people is the development of eating disorders. Crisp and his colleagues were facilitating a paedophile/trafficking ring. So which patients was Crisp treating??? Or refusing to treat?

Crisp’s junior doctors are now to be found in the most senior positions re eating disorders. One of his juniors, Adrienne Key, became the Director of Eating Disorders for The Priory Group. I remember Adrienne Key, she was working as a junior doctor in Springfield when I was there. I and other patients watched Adrienne routinely slam the door shut in patients’ faces when they tried to talk to her. She wouldn’t even reply to the desperate greetings of ‘oh hello Dr Key’. Adrienne would march through the ward, straight into the nurses office, slam the door in the face of anyone who dared approach and if they stood patiently waiting outside of the door, an Angel would emerge and shout at them to go away and leave Dr Key alone. The callousness was breathtaking.

Not long after I left St George’s Adrienne Key and Tom Burns featured in a TV documentary called ‘Minders’, which Showed Life In A Mental Hospital, ie. Springfield. I presumed that it would be yet another PR piece, but incredibly enough it wasn’t. The documentary makers had not edited as the Top Docs usually bank on them doing. They screened everything and my, did Adrienne and Tom look bad. They actually did exactly what I remember them doing to patients, but I don’t think that they ever expected it to be shown on TV. Adrienne turned up on the doorstep of a vulnerable man accompanied by the police, with no warning and snapped at him that he was coming with her, NOW, or these police would handcuff him and she carted the man off to Springfield. He was terrified and confused, there was no attempt at communication with him, simply Adrienne snapping ‘you are ill and you are coming with us’. The problem was that the man had a belief that his hair was blue. However it was very evident that this was the only ‘symptom’ that he had. He had been coping at home, he was OK, he wasn’t even distressed, but he did think that his hair was blue. At Springfield he was sectioned and forcibly injected with massive doses of anti-psychotics. He reacted very badly to them, began dribbling uncontrollably and shaking. He continued to maintain that his hair was blue, so they upped the dose. He sat there repeating ‘look what you’ve done to me, look what you’ve done’. Tom said ‘yes we have done this to you because you think that your hair is blue and it is not’. There was no attempt to titrate the dose yet alone give him any side-effect medication, which should be routine.

The grim reality of what Tom and Adrienne did to this poor sod caused uproar and there were a great many complaints about bad practice at Springfield Hospital. Tom Burns demanded that he be allowed onto Channel 4 to defend himself. Burns was filmed saying ‘you made us look like the Gestapo’. Indeed they did Tom. Because they filmed what you actually did to people rather than take orders from you as to only show the bits where you were keeping a civil tongue in your head.

I was ordered to see Tom Burns myself by Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, in the wake of me refusing to drop my complaints about Dafydd et al when ordered to by my colleagues at St George’s. Nicky told me that Tom Burns was the loveliest man that she knew. Tom Burns was very personable until halfway through the interview, after I’d told him what was happening in north Wales. Burns interrupted me and said ‘you think I’m an idiot don’t you? You think that I don’t know that this is going on and that I’m naive. Well I do know and I believe everything that you’ve told me about them’. Burns then told me that psychiatry ‘attracts disturbed people’ and that this was causing great problems.

After I left Burns’s room I never heard from him again. Years later, when I acquired my medical records, there was the documentation from Mitchell-Heggs and Burns. Burns had told Mitchell-Heggs that I wasn’t psychotic but that I might have a paranoid personality disorder. He told her that I was not a danger to anyone. After Dafydd et al tried to have me imprisoned and I was given bail on condition that I stayed in Springfield, Mitchell-Heggs had written to Burns again. He told her that he ‘didn’t think that he had anything to offer’.

Burns admitted to me that he knew about the serious criminality in north Wales. Tony Francis, Dafydd and Lucille were directly in contact with Wandsworth Social Services and Springfield Hospital with regard to me, I have all the documentation to prove it. Burns’s colleague Dr Robin Jacobson stated in writing that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that he thought that Tony Francis was as well. No-one mentioned a word of this to me. I was discharged from Springfield with no follow-up care and told to go back to north Wales because Dafydd was my doctor no less.

Tom Burns was later given a Chair at Oxford University. Burns is in the same Dept at Oxford as Professor Mark Williams, who left Bangor University for Oxford at about the turn of the millennium. Mark Williams worked with Dafydd and the gang for years and he knew what they were doing. See post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’. I think that Williams got his Chair first and then Burns, from the London branch of the same ring, joined Williams at Oxford.

Tom Burns was a mental health adviser to Blair’s Gov’t. It was Burns who recommended that the Gov’t impose Community Treatment Orders (CTOs) on thousands and thousands of people. When Burns came up with that terrifying proposal, he was told that it would result in mental health patients who were not guilty of any crime being pinned down in their own homes by the police and forcibly injected with anti-psychotic medication that they did not want. Tom sneered and reminded everyone that Top Docs don’t behave like that.

Tom has now admitted that CTOs ‘haven’t worked as he expected’ and that yes rather a lot of them have been issued and er OK, there have been some rather worrying incidents. Involving the police forcing their way into people’s homes and pinning them down while they are injected… Some Empowered Service Users have run away from home and disappeared to escape CTOs.

What did Miranda think was going to happen when he appointed a member of a trafficking gang as his adviser on mental health? Miranda will have known what was going on at St George’s, because he and Cherie had both worked in George Carman’s Chambers when Carman was concealing the trafficking ring…

And we were supposed to believe that Merfyn was the problem!

Whoops, looks like you’ve been caught out Miranda!

  • Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board chairman Professor ...

It’s the fucking Welsh again as Miranda is no doubt shouting at the TV right now…

For more information on Arthur Crisp, Adrienne Keay, Tom Burns and the other funsters who ran a pan-European trafficking ring while working as Top Doctors and Gov’t advisers, see previous posts…

 

Dr David Roberts’s book on the history of Bangor University names a number of other gwerin who gathered together in one big classless group for the benefit of the common people, embracing members of the Royal Family through to the landed gentry with hereditary peerages and those who can trace their ancestry back to the Welsh Princes, for the benefit of a vicious criminal paedophile gang.

 

 

R.I.P. Fenella Fielding

Yesterday many media outlets provided obituaries of the actress Fenella Fielding, who recently died at the age of 90.

 

Fenella Fielding: the velvet-tongued marvel trapped in a camp cul-de-sac

 

Fenella Fielding is best remembered for starring as Valeria, the camp vamp in ‘Carry On Screaming’, alongside the dysfunctional regulars of the Carry On films – the foibles of the Carry On actors were not made public when those films were made – but Fielding was in fact a serious actress.

The BBC told us that ‘Fenella Fielding survived a violent upbringing to play Ibsen, Shakespeare and Euripides on stage. As an artist, her sheer versatility captivated both Federico Fellini and Noel Coward. This was a woman of wit and wisdom who kept a copy of Plato beside the bed.’

After ‘Carry On Screaming’, Fielding turned down all future Carry On work but the die was cast. In the public mind, she was the quintessential 60s femme fatale, delivering double entendres with lashings of false innocence. Her career slowly drifted into obscurity almost as soon as she uttered her most immortal line.

Fenella Marion Feldman was born in Hackney in 1927, the youngest child of a Romanian mother and a Lithuanian father. The relationship with her parents was never easy, often strained and occasionally violent. As a toddler, she seemed to speak in gibberish. Her mother and father worried she was failing to develop normal language skills until they chanced upon her in animated conversation with a doll. ‘I suppose,’ Fenella later wrote, ‘I just didn’t want to speak to my parents.’

The young Fenella took ballet lessons and gave her youthful talent for comedy free rein in the annual end of year show – once memorably cavorting around the stage to the tune of Nobody Loves A Fairy When She’s Forty. Other mums and dads, she bitterly noted, showered their children with fresh flowers after each performance; her own parents merely offered up the same basket of artificial blooms, year after year.

As she entered her teens, Fenella’s life at home became darker. Her father – who could be charming in public – was a ‘street angel, house devil’, she recalled who ‘used to knock me about with his fists’. To make matters worse, her mother would actually ‘egg him on’. Fenella thought the violence would pass, but it didn’t – at least until she threatened to go to the police.

Fielding left school at 16 and spent a year at St Martin’s School of Art. Her parents were appalled that she might see naked men – or even worse, naked women – in class, which was bound to result in pregnancy and drug addiction. There were rows every morning. Eventually, they forced her to leave.

Still wanting to act, Fielding would hang around stage doors in the West End in the hope of brushing against Alec Guinness or Laurence Olivier. She won a two-year scholarship to the RADA – which pleased her mother and father greatly until it dawned on them she might actually become an actress. Her mother began turning up at RADA at lunchtime, making a scene and insisting Fielding leave. ‘Really, darling’, she would say, ‘these common people!’ After a while, the school quietly withdrew her funding.

Fenella considered going to university but her father told her he’d ‘rather see her dead at his feet.’ Instead, she was dispatched to learn shorthand and typing, which she found soul destroying. Fielding ingested 70 aspirin in a suicide attempt but changed her mind at the last minute. She swallowed pints of mustard water to induce vomiting after calling an all-night Boots to ask how to reverse the effects.

Fleeing home, Fenella found digs in Mayfair run by ‘friendly prostitutes’. In 1952, she appeared in an amateur production at the LSE alongside Ron Moody – then a mature student – who later found fame as Fagin, in the film version of ‘Oliver!’

Ron Moody supported Fenella’s ambition to become an actress, persuading her not to pack it in. She changed her name from Feldman to Fielding, pretended to be seven years younger in order to compensate for her late start in show business and began appearing in comedy revues.

By the end of the 1950s, Fenella had made a name for herself in the musical ‘Valmouth’. It was quirky and, for the time, rather lurid – but Fielding’s rave reviews led to an awkward reconciliation with her parents. Her mother turned up at the Lyric Theatre bearing a peace offering of sorts: a whole, fried chicken.

Next was ‘Pieces of Eight’, a live comedy revue written by Peter Cook and Harold Pinter. Starring alongside her was Kenneth Williams – already firmly established as a household name – who harboured a brittle ego under the thinnest of skins. When one review called Fielding a ‘beautiful butterfly of comedy’, Williams exploded. Encouraging her to ad lib, he ruthlessly stole her best lines. He became threatening and bluntly warned her not to steal his limelight. When Fielding extemporised the end of one sketch with the line ‘the last one dead’s a sissy’, there were hysterics. Williams went white and shrieked that she’d ‘called me a homosexual in front of the whole audience’. ‘It was awful,’ she later recalled. ‘I’d never been so frightened in all my life.’

Worse was to come as Fenella branched out into film and television. In 1959, she appeared in ‘Follow A Star’ alongside Norman Wisdom – who she came to loathe. ‘Not a very pleasant man,’ she later said. ‘Hand up your skirt first thing in the morning. Not exactly a lovely way to start a day’s filming.’

During the 1960s, Vidal Sassoon, personally, did Fenella’s hair and the bohemian journalist Jeffrey Bernard took her on riotous club nights. She would sit and talk long into the night with the flamboyant artist Francis Bacon and the rest of that decade’s rakish beau monde.

Professionally, there were small parts on television in ‘The Avengers’ and regular appearances on the cutting-edge satire, ‘That Was The Week That Was’. Her film appearances included working alongside Dirk Bogarde in ‘Doctor in Love’ and Tony Curtis in ‘Arrivederci, Baby!’

On stage, Fielding pursued her love for drama. ‘The Times’ described her performance as Hedda Gabler as ‘one of the experiences of a lifetime’. The Italian film director Federico Fellini took her to Claridge’s and offered to make a film where she starred as six or seven different incarnations of male desire. Unfortunately, she was already booked to do a season on stage in Chichester so she turned him down – to the great disappointment of her agent.

Then came ‘Carry On Screaming’, which reunited Fielding with with her old nemesis, Kenneth Williams. The filming took three weeks, made her hugely famous and her career never recovered. She played Valeria – a thinly disguised Morticia Addams – with every ounce of camp vamp she could muster. Her wig was huge, her eyelashes incredible and her red dress was so tight she was completely unable to bend in the middle. Every scene was done in a single take and, of course, she is remembered for just one. Reclining on a chaise longue, Fielding entices Harry H Corbett towards her. The eyes flutter and the voice purrs. ‘Do you mind if I smoke?’ she inquires seductively – before vast quantities of dry ice envelope them both.

Fenella politely declined all invitations to appear in other Carry On films – including the lead in ‘Carry On Cleopatra’ – partly in an attempt to avoid being typecast by the success of the first. For the rest of her life, she struggled to escape Valeria.

The offers dried up and her on-screen career quietly slid away. She did Morecambe & Wise Christmas specials and some voice work for both the cult hit series, ‘The Prisoner’, and a ‘Magic Roundabout’ project – ‘Dougal and The Blue Cat’. But she didn’t make another film for almost 15 years.

Fielding was rarely completely out of work. She continued on stage – with a string of well-reviewed provincial shows – in which she didn’t have to play ‘either a Lady or a Tart’. But, eventually, she struggled for money and was forced to go to the social security office to claim benefits.

She never married, despite a string of male admirers. One possible future husband died, another couldn’t get over his alcoholism and had to be abandoned. For 20 years, she maintained two separate lovers and managed to prevent them ever meeting. ‘I loved them both,’ she wrote but decided on ‘never committing; never having a marriage that could have gone awful’.

Politically, she was on the left – despising Margaret Thatcher in the 1980s and refusing to help her older brother Bas when he stood for election under the Conservative banner. But they remained close and she was proud of him when, without her help, he became an important figure in the Conservative Party and eventually entered the Lords.

Latterly, there was work with Rik Mayall and Adrian Edmondson in ‘Guest House Paradiso’ and a role as an eccentric granny in the gritty teenage drama, ‘Skins’. But, for Fenella Fielding, her best work always took place on stage. At the age of nearly 90, the ‘Financial Times’ described her performance in Euripides’ The Trojan Women as ‘unbearably moving… at the extreme limits of pathos’.

Fielding was resigned to her professional fate after ‘Carry On Screaming’. The autobiography she published in 2017 – entitled ‘Do You Mind If I Smoke?’ – has little shred of bitterness or regret. The only thing that rankled was when she met fellow actors – and there were many – who’d been asked to do adverts with a ‘Fenella Fielding-like’ voice. ‘Bloody cheek,’ she would say. ‘Why didn’t they ask me?’

 

Throughout her long life, Fenella worked with and knew about the activities of many unpleasant people, including many of those named on this blog who colluded with, or were even responsible for, the organised abuse of vulnerable people and children. Previous posts have discussed Dafydd’s celebrity contacts, a network which was boosted by his mate and umbrella Professor Linford Rees at Barts being the father of 1970s ‘Poldark’ sweetheart Angharad Rees, who was married to Christopher Cazenove; Cazenove hit it big in Hollywood and starred in ‘Dynasty’…. (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

 

Joan Collins

 

I mentioned that the lives of unpleasant actors in the Carry On films were sanitised by the media at the time. Kenneth Williams was quite nuts: misogynistic, gay but hated the rest of humanity so was solitary, had a Jimmy Savile-esque relationship with his mother and was so obsessive that he wouldn’t allow visitors into his house lest they used his bog and left their germs behind. When Kenneth Williams was found dead, many questions about his death which should have been asked weren’t. Sid James was a ferocious wife-beater and Babs Windsor was married to a gangster and friends with many other gangsters, including the Krays. This was known but was packaged as Babs’s ‘glamorous’ life. Those targeted by the scumbags with whom Babs and Dafydd were mates didn’t perceive them to be glamorous, we thought that they were dangerous and unhinged.

Norman Wisdom gave an interview when he was an elderly tax exile living on the Isle of Man and he came over as a deeply unpleasant man, not just a cheery chappy who shouted ‘Mr Grimsdale’ and fell over a great deal. Norman waxed lyrical about the joys of flogging and hanging people and the necessity of hanging onto every penny of his substantial wealth.

Francis Bacon was openly gay and for a while was the partner of George Dyer. Bacon’s wiki entry tells us that he:

met George Dyer in 1963 at a pub, although a much-repeated myth claims their acquaintance started during the younger man’s burglary into the artist’s apartment. Dyer was about 30 years old, from London’s East End. He came from a family steeped in crime, and had till then spent his life drifting between theft, detention and jail. Bacon’s earlier relationships had been with older and tumultuous men. His first lover, Peter Lacy, tore up the artist’s paintings, beat him in drunken rages, at times leaving him on streets half-conscious. Bacon was now the dominating personality; attracted to Dyer’s vulnerability and trusting nature. Dyer was impressed by Bacon’s self-confidence and artistic success, and Bacon acted as a protector and father figure to the insecure younger man…

Dyer abandoned crime but soon descended into alcoholism. Bacon’s money attracted hangers-on for massive benders around London’s Soho. Withdrawn and reserved when sober, Dyer was highly animated and aggressive when drunk, and often attempted to “pull a Bacon” by buying large rounds and paying for expensive dinners for his wide circle. Dyer’s erratic behaviour inevitably wore thin – with his cronies, with Bacon, and with Bacon’s friends. Most of Bacon’s art world associates regarded Dyer as a nuisance – an intrusion into the world of high culture to which their Bacon belonged. Dyer reacted by becoming increasingly needy and dependent. By 1971, he was drinking alone and only in occasional contact with his former lover.

In October 1971, Dyer joined Bacon in Paris for the opening of the artist’s retrospective at the Grand Palais. The show was the high point of Bacon’s career to date and he was now described as Britain’s “greatest living painter”. Dyer was a desperate man, and although he was “allowed” to attend, he was well aware that he was slipping out of the picture. To draw Bacon’s attention, he planted cannabis in his flat and phoned the police and attempted suicide on a number of occasions. On the eve of the Paris exhibition, Bacon and Dyer shared a hotel room, but Bacon was forced escape in disgust to the room of gallery employee Terry Danziger-Miles, as Dyer was entertaining an Arab rent boy with “smelly feet”. When Bacon returned to his room the next morning, together with Danziger-Miles and Valerie Beston, they discovered Dyer in the bathroom dead, sat on the toilet. With the agreement of the hotel manager, the party agreed not to announce the death for two days.

Bacon spent the following day surrounded by people eager to meet him. In mid-evening of the following day he was “informed” that Dyer had taken an overdose of barbiturates and was dead. Bacon continued with the retrospective and displayed powers of self-control “to which few of us could aspire”, according to Russell. Bacon was deeply affected by the loss of Dyer, and had recently lost four other friends and his nanny. From this point, death haunted his life and work. Though outwardly stoic at the time, he was inwardly broken. He did not express his feelings to critics, but later admitted to friends that “daemons, disaster and loss” now stalked him as if his own version of the Eumenides (Greek for The Furies). Bacon spent the remainder of his stay in Paris attending to promotional activities and funeral arrangements. He returned to London later that week to comfort Dyer’s family.

During the funeral, many of Dyer’s friends, including hardened East End criminals, broke down in tears. As the coffin was lowered into the grave one friend was overcome and screamed “you bloody fool!” Bacon remained stoic during the proceedings, but in the following months suffered an emotional and physical breakdown. Deeply affected, over the following two years he painted a number of single canvas portraits of Dyer, and the three highly regarded ‘Black Triptychs’, each of which details moments immediately before and after Dyer’s suicide.’

Francis Bacon’s wiki admits that as a young man, Bacon was a rent boy and involved in petty crime, but states that in middle age Bacon was charismatic, friendly and engaging and spent most of his time ‘eating, drinking and gambling’ with his friends in Soho. I used to know someone who knew Francis Bacon and that is not what I was told. I was told that Francis Bacon was an absolute bastard, that he was drunk, aggressive, angry and a prolific user of young men for sex. The person who knew Francis Bacon was a Hergest Unit patient. As with so many of his other adventures in his younger days, this man chatted away to the Hergest Unit staff about Francis Bacon and his circle… See post ‘The Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’

Francis Bacon’s circle of friends included Tom Baker of ‘Dr Who’ fame and of course Lucian Freud.

 

Fenella provided voice-overs for ‘The Prisoner’. That series was famously filmed at Portmeirion, the Italianate village in Gwynedd built by Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, who lived at Llanfrothen just down the road.

 

 

Sir Clough married Amabel Strachey, one of the Bloomsbury set and throughout the middle years of the 20th century, Clough and Amabel’s bohemian friends spent their summers in the Llanfrothen/Croesor area. Their friends included Bloomsbury originals, as well as a whole variety of intellectuals, artists, internationalists and radicals. Among them lived the locals, some of whom had their lives wrecked by Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd and the gang. See my post ‘The Village’ for details.

 

 

In later life, Bertrand Russell lived near to Clough and was a friend of his. Russell was sexually predatory, callous and abusive to his nearest and dearest and is suspected of having sexually used/abused his granddaughter Lucy, who burnt herself to death when still young. Russell employed an expensive dodgy solicitor who, along with Top Doctors, obligingly declared Russell’s relatives/victims mad and banged them up/had them disinherited at Russell’s request. See post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’

  • Top Ten Unlikely and Surprising Eugenicists

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

North Wales Hospital, Denbigh - County Asylums

 

Russell’s son Conrad – his son by Russell’s third wife Patricia – became the 5th Earl Russell, after Russell’s eldest son John Conrad, the 4th Earl Russell, who pretty much had his life ruined by his father, died. Conrad Russell was an historian who specialised in 17th century British history and wrote and lectured extensively on the origins of the English Civil War. His major works include Crisis of Parliaments: English history 1509–1660 (1971), Origins of the English Civil War (edited, 1973), Parliaments and English politics, 1621–1629 (1979), Unrevolutionary England, 1603–1642 (1990), and Fall of the British monarchies, 1637–1642 (1991).

Conrad Russell stood as a Labour candidate in the 1966 General Election but was not elected. He later became active in the Liberal Party and sat in the Lords as a Lib Dem.

 

  • Jeremy Thorpe Questioned - YouTube

 

Our Cyril Smith story came out in 1979. What followed was ...

 

  • Dr David Owen leader SDL Social Democratic Party 1987 ...

 

Harold Pinter married Lady Antonia Fraser, the daughter of the Labour peer Lord Longford who, along with many members of his family, knew about organised abuse, including the contribution to it made by Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’). Lady Antonia is, like Conrad Russell, an Oxford-educated historian. Her works include Cromwell, Our Chief of Men (1973) and The Weaker Vessel (1984), a study of women’s lives in 17th century England.

 

  • Lord Longford Stock Photos & Lord Longford Stock Images ...
  • Lord Longford Stock Photos and Pictures | Getty Images

 

 

Fenella Fielding’s brother is Basil Samuel Feldman, Baron Feldman and sat in the Lords as a Conservative from 1996 until his retirement in 2017. Basil Feldman is a former member of Lloyd’s of London and was the director of The Young Entrepreneurs Fund, 1985-94. He has been described as a former plastic-toy magnate whose business interests reportedly included ‘Sindy dolls, aircraft kits and yo-yos’. Feldman married his wife Gita Julius in 1952. He has two sons and a daughter. One of his sons is Nick Feldman, bass guitarist of the band Wang Chung. Feldman is a member of the Garrick and Carlton Clubs. As were/are many of those who protected Dafydd et al.

Feldman was knighted in 1982 – as Mary Wynch began her legal struggle against Dafydd and the gang. On 15 January 1996 Feldman was made a life peer. His sponsors were Thatch and Parkinson.

By Jan 1996, Sir Peter Morrison and Dafydd’s mate, the corrupt Home Office Drugs branch mandarin Bing Spear (see post ‘Little Things Hitting each Other’), were both safely dead, having died within four days of each other in July 1995. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse knew that he would be Chairing the Waterhouse Inquiry that William Hague ‘didn’t know’ that he would be announcing in six months time and Ronnie had already spent 1995 conducting a tour of Wales, where he supped and dined with many of those who should have asked questions about the abuse of children in care in north Wales but didn’t (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’).

 

So Fenella ‘refused to help’ her brother with his political career. When one considers whom she had hung out with, it is fairly clear that she didn’t need to help him…

 

And now – it’s The Gallery

Peter Morrison

  • Jimmy Savile report: BBC Director General Lord Hall's ...
  • Britain’s only woman prime minister Margaret Thatcher dies ...
William Hague
  • Bryn Estyn | Wales - ITV News
Dr Laurence Chesterman – Behind The Facade – Service ...
1953 Mt. Everest Rolex of Dr. Charles Evans - Rolex ...
David Owen
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones
Charles, Prince of Wales

A Vortex Of Eternal Shame

While I was listening to the radio the other evening when the ludicrous scrap between Margaret ‘Little Nell’ Hodge and Jeremy Corbyn was being discussed, Tom Watson was quoted as saying that anti-semitism in the Labour Party was a ‘vortex of eternal shame’. At least I think that’s what Tom was referring to, the scrap over the hurt feelings of Little Nell has now become so complex and involves so many people that I am losing track of who has accused who of what as well as the hyperbole which has been used to describe it.

The business of Little Nell feeling offended has completely engulfed the Labour Party, particularly now that Little Nell has hired Royal Lawyers Mishcon de Reya to fight her corner. Lest the Tories found themselves in danger of using the disarray among the opposition to their advantage, they’ve now begun their own civil war after Boris wrote an article in the Torygraph that was far less offensive than Boris’s articles usually are, in which he argued that Muslim women should not feel obliged to be fully veiled, it should be a matter of choice. There are demands for Boris to be expelled from the Parliamentary Party for er, telling Muslim women what to wear.
Things became really surreal this morning when I heard Paddy Ashdown on the ‘Today’ programme stating that a new centre party should be formed. Paddy, we’ve been there, is was called the SDP, then it merged with the Liberal Party to form the Lib Dems. You are a member of that party Paddy, indeed you were the leader of that party for a number of years, precisely 1988-99.
Things are no better in Wales. Adam Price wants Plaid to rename itself and has said that Plaid will lose power if Leanne remains leader. Adam Price is one of the few politicians who has a brain, he must have noticed that Plaid isn’t in power.
As the nation’s politicians have clearly all gone completely mad, surely it is now time for Dr Death to enter centre stage once more and save the day, as is his habit at times of crisis.
I’m not sure that there is such a degree of anti-semitism in the Labour Party that it can fairly be described as a ‘vortex of eternal shame’, but I did like Tom’s phrase and it does neatly encapsulate the way in which the UK’s politicians have concealed the abuse of vulnerable people by the welfare services for decades, so I’ve plagiarised Tom’s wonderful words for this blog post title.
 In recent posts I’ve maxed out on political history because that’s what I’m really interested in so there is always a danger that when I begin blogging about that, I take it further than most readers of this blog will find interesting. It also means that I still haven’t named all the witnesses and accessories to the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the gang. So I’ll name a few more in this post.

 

In previous posts I’ve described how after raising concerns about Gwynne the lobotomist et al, Brown and I found ourselves surrounded by some rather odd people who in the guise of housemates and various other associates of ours, wasted much of our time and often our money as well and frequently left us exhausted. I explained that I have received convincing evidence that many of these people were undercover police/members of the security services who were sent after us, such was the anxiety that we were going to realise that we had stumbled upon the Westminster Paedophile Ring and start publishing. Our encounters with such folk came thick and fast after the mid-1980s.

Someone has reminded me of the truly bizarre summer of 1984, just after graduation, when our shared house on Anglesey was inundated with visitors who moved in to stay for a few weeks whom we did not even know. It all began before finals when we advertised a spare room and a marine biology student called Liz moved in.

I cannot remember what Liz’s surname was because she wasn’t one of our crowd and she only lived at our house for a short while. But her presence in our house could well have been important, because of who her dad was. He was a fairly high ranking police officer serving with the Cheshire force. The Cheshire force, along with the North Wales Police, were the main colluding police officers with Dafydd’s gang. Sir Peter Morrison was the MP for Chester then and it has now been admitted that the Cheshire police caught Morrison abusing boys on a number of occasions but took no action against him. When Liz lived with us, Morrison was Minister for Employment, under Secretary of State for Employment Tom King. The Tom King who was the Tory MP for my original home town of Bridgwater, who was personally known to the people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales and who by 1987 had found themselves feted by the offspring of rich and famous Tories and in soon in possession of substantial sums of money (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’).

In 1984 the Home Secretary was Leon Brittan, who has been named as a child abuser. I have not spent much time on this blog discussing the allegations that Brittan was a sex offender because no-one has sent me any evidence that he was and Brittan’s name does not appear on any documents from my own files. I have however discussed in earlier posts what was happening in the Home Office when Brittan was Home Secretary. Brittan was handed a dossier by Geoffrey Dickens MP which named Westminster figures and other ‘VIPs’ who were abusing children and detailed their crimes. After ‘forgetting’ that Dickens had given him this file, Brittan then admitted receiving the dossier but subsequently ‘lost’ it. Investigations years later revealed that numerous files concerning allegations and information relating to the Westminster Paedophile Ring had ‘gone missing’ from the Home Office.

At the same time, Thatcher’s Gov’t had effectively created a highly paid national police force which frequently acted as the Gov’ts own personal enforcers. This was very obvious during the policing of the Miners’ Strike, 1984-85. Endemic police corruption and brutality was ignored (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’). The Prison Service was in a similar state and Risley Remand Centre was run as Dafydd’s personal prison, with the ‘hospital wing’ being full of kids from the north Wales children’s homes or mental health patients who had not even been found guilty of the frequently trumped up charges on which they had been arrested. Many were found dead in their cells. See post ‘Include Me Out’.

The Home Office was corrupt through and through.

Liz’s family were all Tories and one conversation that I remember having with her was her family’s loathing of their constituency MP, the Labour member for Crewe and Nantwich, Gwyneth Dunwoody. Dunwoody concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang, as did her husband John Dunwoody, a Top Doctor who was also the Labour MP for Falmouth and Camborne, 1966-70 (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). John Dunwoody served as Chairman of the Kensington, Chelsea and Westminster Area Health Authority, 1977-82, Chairman of the Family Planning Association, 1981–87 (see post ‘The Great Stink’ for info about the FPA) and Chairman of the Bloomsbury District Health Authority, 1982–90. From 1996 Dunwoody was Vice-Chairman of the Merton, Sutton and Wandsworth Local Medical Committee. John Dunwoody concealed the paedophile gangs operating in Islington and south London and the wider Westminster Paedophile Ring as well. Dunwoody was living in Languedoc when he died after an accident at home in 2006.

John Allen owned a villa in the south of France to which kids in care were taken ‘on holiday’. Dafydd held ‘clinics’ in the south of France. In 2005 my lawyers summoned Keith Thomson, the Chief Executive of the North West Wales NHS Trust, before a High Court judge who threatened to jail Thomson if he did not hand over my medical records which had been unlawfully withheld. When we received the records and read the degree of wrongdoing which had been documented, Brown and I made it clear that one day we would publish. It was at this time that John McTernan’s brother-in-law stole my computer and that my car was broken into and nothing stolen but letters from my lawyer. Then my brakes were tampered with, causing me to nearly crash and I was constantly stopped by the police when out driving, on one occasion being accused of stealing my own car. Stopped by the police three times in one day over a journey of 10 miles was my personal best…

Liz’s family did not hate Gwyneth Dunwoody for concealing organised crime, along with her husband. (Dunwoody’s daughter Tamsin later joined in the party and served as the AM for Preseli Pembrokeshire, 2003-07. See posts ‘Message To Tamsin!’ and ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’. There was a long standing paedophile gang in west Wales with links to Dafydd’s gang and while Tamsin was AM there were scandals regarding the abuse of kids in care in Pembrokeshire. ) Liz and her parents hated Gwyneth Dunwoody for being smug, rude and disrespectful. By that time Dunwoody was facing allegations of financial dishonesty and there was massive pressure on her to stand down as MP. Dunwoody didn’t and no-one made her. Furthermore although Dunwoody was subsequently bankrupted and had her house repossessed, she bounced back financially remarkably quickly and was soon living the good life again. The world was told that this was because Gwyneth was a Strong Woman. It was rather more likely that it was because she was a corrupt old bag who was concealing the crimes of professional people and some others in very high places. Including police officers who hated her.

Liz only ever did one thing at our house that was unacceptable and caused a problem. When her parents came up for graduation, Liz colonised the room of one of the others who lived in our house and told her parents that they could use his room to sleep in. The young man who’s room it was had no idea that this was happening, he’d gone to stay with his mum near Pwllheli for a few days and hit the roof when he returned to find that the policeman from Cheshire and his wife had been kipping in his room. I thought at the time that it was a bit odd that a well-paid middle-aged middle-ranking police officer and his wife were dossing down in a student house without permission. The mum of the young man who’s room was commandeered  fostered children and openly talked about the appalling social workers in Gwynedd who did not give a damn about the children in care. Her son knew a great deal about the police corruption in north Wales as well.

When Liz moved into our house, her boyfriend Andreas moved in as well. Liz then went to spend an extended time at her parents’ house in Cheshire, but Andreas remained living at our house. Andreas was German and I think that he was a postgrad who had just finished his course. I liked Andreas, he was very friendly and chatty and was a member of the German Greens and we used to spend hours discussing all sorts of things. I’ve been told recently that Andreas was some sort of undercover officer who gathered information on Brown and me. Andreas knew Brown’s brother as well, because he came up to stay with us that summer too.

Although Andreas was very helpful around the house and did more than his share of the housework, cooking etc, he took a leaf out of Liz’s book and invited family and friends to stay without warning us. Indeed, Andreas invited a great many of his friends and relations to stay and throughout the summer of 1984 our house was a very busy and full place. The first visitor to arrive was a friend of Andreas’s who was a student who’s hobby was photography. Like Andreas, he was very chatty and friendly and involved with Green and anti-nuclear politics in Germany. He took photos absolutely everywhere, all the time. Hundreds of them, with one of those cameras that just takes photo after photo. Particularly of me, although I asked him not to. Me in the house, me walking through Bangor, me just everywhere. Someone else apart from those in our house knew about this, because I received a message last week asking me if I remembered the young German man who took all those photos of me in 1984… I haven’t been sent copies of the photos but I’ve been given enough info to know that the person who contacted me has either seen those photos or watched that young man taking them.

After the enthusiastic photographer, a German medical student called Johannes arrived. Johannes and I exchanged info about healthcare systems in the UK and Germany. Then a friend of Johannes’s arrived, an Austrian girl who told me about the belief that Austrians had that German youth were seriously over-indulged and took a great deal for granted. Which we then found out for ourselves when Andreas’s brother and his girlfriend arrived, who were a serious nightmare. All they talked about was drugs and how ‘Alice In Wonderland’ was really about psychedelics, they ate all our food, made a dreadful mess and were stoned all the time; I could hardly believe that Andreas and his brother were from the same family. It was after those two imposed themselves that we asked Andreas not to invite anyone else. Andreas moved out shortly afterwards.

When a series of young people from mainland Europe spent a few months dossing down at our house, I had no idea that Dafydd et al were part of a much bigger gang which stretched across Europe. I have mentioned before that the interest which members of Dafydd’s gang and their associates were showing in ‘European projects’ in the 1990s now looks very worrying indeed. I knew a little bit about one of the European projects with which some of the social worker colleagues of the gang were involved because some years later I worked on a European project with the two German professors who had carried out field work with those social workers a few years previously. I even read the transcripts of some of the interviews with the social workers that the German academics had recorded. I recognised some of the patients whom the social workers were discussing – they were people who had been abused and neglected by those social workers. I have no idea whether the visiting German academics, Prof Fritz Schutze and Prof Gerhard Reimann, had any idea that they conducted field work with the colleagues of a trafficking gang who had told the German visitors a pack of lies about the ‘excellence’ of the mental health services in north Wales.

The initial contacts with the German team were made either just before the Waterhouse Inquiry was launched or just after it opened. When I worked with Fritz and Gerhard, the Professor of Sociology at Bangor University and his senior sociologist colleague led the Bangor team, but from what I understood the links with Germany had been forged by a former member of Bangor staff, John Borland. I didn’t know John Borland, but what I do know is that when ‘service user involvement’ became obligatory for social work training, Borland established a business which supplied ‘service users’ for this very purpose. So not only did Borland make a bit of dosh out of ‘service user involvement’ himself, but he ensured a supply of approved service users to provide the ‘involvement’ and ‘feedback on services’. Had Borland not done this, the reality of clients’ experiences with the ‘services’ in north Wales would have been horribly visible – the violent assaults on patients, the perjury of staff in order to secure convictions against clients/patients and the crimes of that trafficking gang…

John Borland was married to Sandra Betts, a sociologist who was a specialist in Wimmin in Wales. By the time that I began working as a sociologist at Bangor, Sandra Betts was very nearly dead on her feet. She had been a very heavy smoker throughout her life which must have resulted in emphysema, because she had breathing difficulties and on the last occasion that I saw her, Betts was attached to a mobile oxygen supply. Sandra Betts was obviously too ill to work but she refused to step down. She remained a member of full-time salaried staff. Her lectures and marking were done entirely by two young female PhD students. They had such a heavy workload as a result of doing Bett’s job for her that I presumed that they were being paid. They weren’t. They were giving lectures and marking hundreds of exam scripts for no pay at all. I later met a female sociologist who had worked at Bangor years previously, before Betts was hooked up to oxygen. She told me that Betts’s work had always been done by unpaid PhD students and that Betts and her mates were a complete nightmare. This sociologist told me that Betts and her pals blew any good sociologists out of the water and this woman herself had resigned from her job at Bangor when she witnessed Betts and her accomplices deliberately mark an outstanding student down to ensure that she didn’t get a First because they didn’t want this young woman staying on in the Dept for a PhD.

It was one of Sandra Betts’s mates who tried to prevent the publication of a book that Brown and I wrote on women in mid-twentieth century rural Wales…

One of Borland and Betts’s mates was Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer. The Slayer was a grossly incompetent lecturer in social policy and law at Bangor. The Slayer’s twin brother Huw was one of the solicitors who sat in the Courts in north Wales throughout the 1980s and 90s watching Dafydd and the gang fitting people up. The Slayer’s sister is Gwenan Carrington, who was Director of Gwynedd Social Services when Gwynedd clients were dying of neglect and abuse and his wife is Joanna Griffiths, who was Director of Conwy Social Services, while clients in the care of that organisation were abused and trafficked. See previous posts, including ‘Are You Local?’ for further details of this mafia.

The Slayer made frequent visits to Europe, particularly the former Eastern Bloc countries as well as to Russia.

Please wake up everyone, can no-one really see what the interest in Europe on the part of Dafydd’s associates was all about. None of them were competent academics and they knew bugger all about European studies, in fact some of them were openly racist to the young Polish sociologist who joined the team at Bangor when the Professor of Sociology took over the European project. She spoke fluent English, Polish, German and Russian, had a First from a Polish university, another First from a UK university, an MSc from the LSE – where she achieved the highest mark in the statistics paper of any student – and then completed a PhD at Bangor University. She won a prize for being one of the best PhD students in the world in the year in which she submitted her thesis. She was turned down for the first post-doc job that she applied for at Bangor, by Professor Catherine Robinson, who has spent her entire career toadying to the paedophiles’ friends and was then told by the son of a social worker that she should not be given a job at Bangor because she wasn’t Welsh. Fortunately for Bangor, another post-doc job came up a while later with a Professor who is not a paedophiles’ friend and she was offered that post.

It really is tragic isn’t it. One of the best young sociologists in the world? Oh fuck off, we’re not employing her. Surely there must be someone who’s mum and dad are friends with Dafydd who could do with this job?

  • Older readers may remember the Monty Python Gumby Brain Specialist:

Gumby Theatre - YouTube

 

I’ve just been watching a clip of the Windbag in his more recent years being interviewed by what looks like a student journo about the Windbag’s early career. Because the journo is not Paxman the Windbag patronises away and lets a few things slip. Things that members of the south Wales Labour Party will all know but that I didn’t. Precisely that the Windbag secured his nomination for the safe seat of Bedwellty (later Islwyn) with massive help from the NUM. That’s the NUM whom the Windbag failed to support when the NUM went on strike in 1984. I knew that many involved with that strike hate the old bastard and I’ve recently read references to the Windbag being known as ‘Ramsay MacKinnock’, but I had no idea that the Windbag was only ever selected as the Labour candidate for Bedwellty as a result of massive support from the NUM. It sounded like a highly co-ordinated campaign to get the Windbag selected as well and he won that selection against an NUM rep…

The Windbag’s predecessor was Harold Finch. I have not found an explanation as to why Finch stood down to make way for the Windbag. Finch was a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, 1964-66, in Wilson’s first Gov’t. The child molester George Thomas was creeping around the Welsh Office by 1966, before becoming Secretary of State for Wales in 1968. The whole of the south Wales Labour Party knew that Thomas was molesting kids but everyone kept schtum. Thomas was a mate of Harold’s and led the General Election campaigns, sharing platforms with Harold. The Windbag’s in-laws’ friend Cledwyn Hughes was Secretary of State for Wales, 1966-68. Lord Cledwyn was MP for Anglesey and concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al for decades. Wilson moved Lord Cledwyn from the Welsh Office against Lord Cledwyn’s wishes, to make way for George Thomas.

I mentioned in my post ‘The Great Stink’ that George Thomas loved the Top Docs and the NHS and because they were treating George Thomas for STIs and concealing his sex offending, George Thomas was greatly in debt to the Top Docs, so he raised dosh for medical charidees and snaffled the lion’s share of NHS funding for Wales to build the University Hospital in Cardiff.

Everyone knows about the Windbag’s humble origins and that his ‘political hero’ is Nye Bevan. If you’re an aspiring male Labour politician, it is obligatory for your political hero to be Nye Bevan, in the way that if you are an aspiring female Labour politician you have to admire Battling Barbara Castle. Who climbed the ladder on her back as the expression goes, but these days no-one mentions Babs’s extra-marital shagging with those who could help her career. Jack Straw could tell us all about it though, Jack was Battling Barbara’s adviser at the DHSS when Babs was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and other gangs, including the gang operating in Islington. Jack Straw was an Islington Councillor, he was Little Nell’s Deputy on the Housing Committee.

The Windbag is always described as a miner’s son. Can anyone remember what the Windbag’s mum did for a living? I can. The Windbag’s mum was a district nurse in south Wales. Working with all those other Angels and Top Docs who knew what George Thomas was doing.

It has been admitted that one of the many complaints about George Thomas was that he anally raped a ten year old boy. It wasn’t disputed that Thomas did this. The boy and his family were silenced and there was no police action.

Is there a clue among all this as to why a thick idiot who was a standing joke and by the standards of the time was considered worryingly young and inexperienced – and who later showed himself to have no principles at all – was selected for a safe Labour seat above so many other people with equally credible south Wales Labour credentials, including an NUM rep?

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

One of my friends was murdered Kinnock. In the spring of 1986. During that period of time which preceded the 1987 General Election that you really thought that you were going to win.

The Labour campaign in the 1987 General Election featured that famous Mandelson-inspired bit of PR, ‘Kinnock, The Movie’. In which the Windbag stressed his humble down-to-earth roots. Parts of the film were shot in north Wales. It was emphasised that Mrs Windbag was a school teacher from Holyhead on Anglesey.

There was an attempt to kill Brown’s brother as well at about the same time.

In 1985 Tony Francis, one of the Top Docs who was facilitating the trafficking gang with Dafydd, told me that the Tories would never win another election. I told him that they would because Kinnock was not credible and that Thatcher was playing PR games which for some reason the Labour Party would not expose.

Thatch was a big mate of George Thomas, although George Thomas was a Labour MP.

Tony Francis used to tell his patients that he knew Kinnock from his time at university in Cardiff. By the time that Tony Francis was telling people that his mate the Windbag was going to be the next PM, George Thomas had metamorphosed into this, thanks to Thatch:

The Viscount Tonypandy
George Thomas, Commons Speaker.png

The PR which was generated by Mandy in a vain attempt to get the Windbag elected used to stress that Mrs Windbag was fruity and cleverer than the Windbag – well she could hardly have been more dim – and that at university they were known as ‘The Power and the Glory’. Mandy, you just made that up, I absolutely do not believe that those two lame dipsticks ever impressed their fellow students to such a degree that anyone bothered to coin a moniker for them, let alone that one.

Danger: leftwing leader walks on Brighton beach, and other ...

By the way suckers, Mandy was almost certainly working for the security services. He was probably recruited by Alan Bullock when Mandy was at Oxford University (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’).

Mandy, there was a big problem with organised child abuse being concealed at Gov’t level so of course I understand why fuckwittery and dressing up in various guises to get close to people in the Labour Party who had the dirt on George Thomas was resorted to. But you didn’t stop the crime. It got worse, you did not stop it. My friend Anne was killed AFTER all those Germans moved in with us and rifled through our undies, the attempt to kill Brown’s brother was made after the German Experience, as was the attempt to kill Brown, the ruining of my career and the careers of the other witnesses. Tories paid witnesses in Somerset for their silence after you had us under surveillance, you did not put a stop to any of it. It’s still going on Mandy, I’ve had to flee Wales and other witnesses have been wiped out by the NHS. It was only bloody Dafydd, surely it cannot have been rocket science to stop Dafydd, the Empowered Service Users rang him up, took the piss out of him and detailed his crimes to ‘Crimestoppers’ armed only with 2ps and a public phone box near Bethesda, if we knew what he was doing and where he was doing it, what was wrong with you? Dafydd used to tell us where he was, he tried to rub our noses in it, ‘Ooh I’m in the south of France with a GP friend, you must be in Bethesda…’. We might have been in Bethesda with only the bus to get us around, but we seemed to be rather more effective than the North Wales Police and the security services.

Mandy continued in his desperate quest to make the Windbag electable as PM after Labour’s 1987 General Election defeat. By the end of 1989, as the money began pouring into certain coffers in Somerset, Virginia Bottomley was Minister of State in the Dept of Health, under Secretary of State Ken Clarke. Virginia became Secretary of State for Health herself in 1992. Virginia was a psychiatric social worker before she became an MP (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ for details of Virginia, her extended family and there numerous links with paedophiles’ friends). Throughout all this Mandy waved pictures of red roses around. Mandy, you had your priorities wrong. Mandy made much of his task being making the Labour Party electable, but as far as I can see what Mandy did do very effectively was to ensure that serious organised crime completely colonised the welfare services.

The culmination of Mandy’s Project was someone who’s legacy has been every bit as bad as that of the Windbag.

Tony Blair crop.jpg

Why did the brother-in-law of your policy adviser nick my computer then Blair?

The Lord Mandelson, First Secretary of State, June 2009-May 2010

Gumby Brain Specialist by Monty Python | This Is My Jam

A Gumby
Peter Mandelson.jpg

Someone who witnessed serious abuse of mental health patients in north Wales for many, many years was an Angel called Mal Hendy. Mal was not abusive himself, he was a friendly scouser, but he knew how badly patients were being treated by his colleagues. Mal could not find a job in Liverpool in the 1980s, so he trained as an Angel and took a job in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Mal worked on Dwynwen and Seiriol Wards, the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd that were there before the Hergest Unit was built. Mal was on duty in 1985 when I was unlawfully detained on Seiriol Ward and had my first encounter with Dafydd. Mal knew that I had been unlawfully detained and he knew that it had happened after I’d refused to drop my complaint despite being threatened by Alun Davies. Alun Davies, the mental health services manager from the Rhondda – George Thomas’s neck of the woods – who hated north Wales and hated people from north Wales but who for some reason relocated to Gwynedd Health Authority. I know of at least one other person who was unlawfully detained in Seiriol Ward just after I was.

Mal was still working on Seiriol Ward in the early 1990s. He was on duty when I witnessed a highly aggressive male patient – who I think was one of Dafydd’s drug abuse patients – walk up to a teenaged girl who had been sectioned (and who kept trying to walk out of the ward but was forcibly dragged back again by a posse of male nurses who yelled at her that she wasn’t going anywhere) and punch her in the face. The teenager had not done anything at all to provoke him, this git had been threatening the female patients constantly and just hit her. She cried for hours and it was Mal who went and sat by her bed with her. The assault was not reported to the police and her parents were not told what had happened to her.

Mal openly told people that he really wanted to work as a CPN but he wasn’t going to work ‘with that bunch of bastards at College Road’. (26 College Road was the address of the offices of the highly abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team.) As far as I know, Mal never did resort to working with the vile Arfon CMHT, but he knew that they were abusing patients. Mal did eventually end up working as a community nurse though – he got a job with the drug and alcohol team at Llangefni. Dafydd was responsible for the drug and alcohol remit in north Wales. Llangefni had the biggest heroin problem in north Wales. Drug users told people – including me – that Dafydd would prescribe whatever they wanted, ‘anything at all’. Dafydd lived about two miles outside of Llangefni.

For those readers who are not familiar with north Wales, Llangefni is a small rural market town on Anglesey. It is not the Bronx. Or at least it shouldn’t be, but look who was there…

Previous posts have mentioned that when I lived near Bethesda and the paedophiles’ friends were doing charming things like trying to set fire to my house and telling my neighbours that I was a danger to their kids, a local builder and his wife, Tony and Norma, who lived down the road from me found out what was going on and were incredibly kind and supportive. Tony and Norma had three children, two teenagers, Helen and Spike and a younger boy, Arthur, who at the time was still at primary school.

Tony and Norma are dead now, they both died when they were not very old from cancer which the GPs in Bethesda failed to diagnose until they only had a short time to live and whoops, no effective treatment was available. Norma died first, soon after Brown and I began publishing about the mental health services. Norma offered to provide a witness statement to my lawyers regarding what she had seen happening to me a few years previously but died some months later. Norma died three weeks after she was diagnosed with cancer. She had already had a narrow escape back in the 1990s after she befriended me. Norma was ill for ages and Bethesda surgery swore blind that they had no idea what the problem was. It transpired that her IUD had perforated her uterus and she had developed sepsis. Norma only survived after being admitted to hospital as an emergency, where one Top Doctor spotted what the problem was. She was told that had it continued for another two days she would have died.

When Norma had sepsis, she was letting a house out to a lovely young couple, a Top Doctor (female psychiatrist) and a male psychiatric nurse, who worked at the Hergest Unit! They used to have a habit of arriving at Norma’s house just when I was visiting her, making conversation between Norma and me difficult. It was when she was ill that Norma became somewhat disillusioned with the clinical skills of her tenants. In desperation, not getting anywhere at all with Bethesda surgery, Norma rang her tenants for advice and explained that she had been coughing green gunge for weeks and couldn’t stop vomiting. The Top Doctor told her to go and get drunk and rang off. Norma only told me about this after she had nearly died, by which time the Top Doctor and her Angel boyfriend had left the area. The Top Doctor was a red-headed Irish girl, but I can’t remember her name. I think that she and the Angel got married after their attempt to assist Bethesda surgery with their efforts to kill Norma and they moved to Ireland.

On a visit to friends in Bethesda a few years ago I mentioned that I was going to drop in on Norma’s widower Tony. They were surprised that I didn’t know that Tony had died. Cancer, too far advanced to respond to treatment…

I was told a few weeks ago that Norma and Tony’s son Spike did a deal with the paedophiles’ friends to shaft me years ago. Spike became a builder like his dad and did some building work on my house. It was so bad that it had to be redone at great cost, but I didn’t feel able to tell Tony and Norma because I’d been mates with them for years. I have now been told that the shoddy workmanship was no accident.

I’ve now received information about Helen, which confirms something that I suspected years ago. Helen went into teaching after she left university and she began teaching a few years before I did. In 2001, I applied for a job at a school in north east Wales and I had a very positive first meeting with the Headmaster. He then introduced me to his Head of Science – it was Helen. I didn’t know that she was working there because I’d moved away from Bethesda and hadn’t spoken to her parents for a while and they didn’t know that I’d started teaching. When Helen saw me her jaw nearly hit the floor and the Headmaster cheerily suggested that we should go and have lunch together before I returned for a second interview with the school governors after lunch. I said, in front of the Headmaster, that I knew Helen from years ago…

As soon as the Headmaster left the room, Helen shrieked ‘I can’t do lunch, there’s something that I need to do’ and she disappeared. An hour later, I arrived for my interview with the governors. There were no ‘governors’, there was one governor. He sat in his chair glowering at me throughout the ‘interview’ with the Headmaster. The governor only said one thing to me. He stressed that he was not only a governor, but he was ‘a retired policeman’. I suspected that something odd was going on and the emphasis on ‘retired policeman’ almost made me laugh.

‘Oh, you’ll know Superintendent Gordon Anglesea who abused children in care in Wrexham them??’

No I didn’t say that, but I should have.

I never heard from the school again after the ‘interview’. But I did meet Norma a few months later. Norma told me that Helen had told her that I’d applied for the job at her school and that she was sorry that I didn’t get it, but the Headmaster was a real toe-rag, such a toe-rag that Helen ‘didn’t get on with him at all’ and had now left her job at that school. Helen wasn’t working in MacDonalds though. Helen had moved onto better things. She had landed a job as an science education adviser for whole of north Wales!

I have now been told that Helen certainly made use of her knowledge about what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, although I do think that Norma was genuinely completely in the dark about Helen’s dirty deal… Helen’s career went from strength to strength and before Tony died, he told me that she’d just bought herself a fantastic new house.

The Headmaster who pulled a retired plod out of the hat for the purposes of not interviewing me became embroiled in some sort of scandal and was forced to resign.

They killed your mum and dad Helen. Did you really think that you’d all be safe if you did a deal with them? They are criminals and you watched them neglect people in your village so seriously that those people died. Why on earth did you think that they wouldn’t turn on your own family? Furthermore, don’t you realise why your mum and dad had all that trouble with the bank, I think it was Barclays, in the 1990s? Why loans were being illegally called in, why they stopped your dad trading and pushed him into bankruptcy, even though he had work coming in and owned property which could easily have been used as security? It’s called serious organised crime Helen, I watched them do exactly the same thing to another witness a few years later…

Helen’s mum and dad also knew about the massive theft of slate from Penrhyn Quarry by a group of quarry managers. Everyone knew about it, it was on TV. Some of those involved were convicted but Tony and Norma could not understand how one of those involved, Geoff Drake, got away with it. Tony told me that lorries were being driven out of the quarry avoiding the weighbridge, loaded up with slate. Tony was even more gobsmacked when Drake did not only not go to prison, but was given a seat ‘on the Board at Ysbyty Gwynedd’. So that will have either been on Gwynedd Health Authority or the succeeding organisations, the Gwynedd Community Health Trust or the NW Wales NHS Trust.

During 1994/1995 at least, the Chairman of Gwynedd Community Health Trust was Hefin Davies. Documents in my possession show that after I and another patient complained about Dafydd to the Trust and to the Mental Health Act Commission, Hefin Davies wrote to the Trust’s lawyers asking if there was ‘any more’ that they could do to have me prosecuted. When Hefin was Chair of that Trust, serious complaints were being ignored, staff were committing perjury, evidence against patients was being planted and documents were being forged. See my posts ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’ for full details.

I think that Hefin Davies subsequently became Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust as well, he was around for years.

For the year 1994–1995, the High Sheriff of Gwynedd was Robert Hefin Davies of Bryn Awel, Blaenau Ffestiniog. It is the same man who wanted me prosecuted after I made a complaint about Dafydd.

Hefin Davies is/was a Chairman or Director of J.W.G. Properties Ltd; North Wales Slate (Roofing) Company Ltd; Quarry Tours Ltd; Greaves Welsh Slate Company Ltd; Slate Heritage International Ltd; Slatedirect Ltd; Theatre Ardudwy Ltd; Slatelite (Wales) Co Ltd.

Hefin Davies is a senior Freemason in north Wales.

Fess up Helen. This is not a few people who might be charged with being drunk and disorderly, this is serious stuff.

Helen’s younger brother Arthur did a PhD and was then appointed to a lecturing job in the School of Chemistry at Bangor University. I have not received any information that Arthur bagged his job by trading information about me, but Arthur did work with the dreadful Professor Stuart Irvine, who was married to the harridan Fiona Irvine, a Professor of Nursing at Bangor University, after a glorious career as an Angel and an accessory to the abuse of patients in north Wales. In her capacity as a Professor of Nursing at Bangor, Fiona bullied one research assistant and one PhD student so severely that they had breakdowns (see post ‘What Time’s Chaos?’).

Fiona Irvine is now Professor and Head of Nursing at Birmingham University!

Professor Fiona Irvine

Arthur also worked with Professor Mark Baird, who was one of those who led the charge to force my PhD supervisor out of his job, after splitting up the Dept which he led and the appointing the dreadful Meri Huws as Head of what remained of it. That’s the Meri who in the 1980s worked as a community social worker on the Maesgeirchan estate in Bangor, which was the location of the Ty’r Felin children’s home, where kids were beaten, sexually assaulted and trafficked to local venues as well as Dolphin Square to be sold for sex (see post ‘Are You Local?’). After running the Dept into the ground – and causing a number of staff to pursue litigation against Bangor University on the grounds of workplace bullying – and a series of flings with Welsh Gov’t Ministers, dear old Meri ended up as the Welsh Language Commissioner (see post ‘People With Energy’).

Meri had ambitions to be a Labour MP and terror was struck into the heart of north Wales when she announced her intention to succeed the paedophiles’ friend and Blair’s elderly babe Betty Williams as MP for Conwy. Fortunately a group of Labour Party activists moved behind the scenes and politely explained to a few key people that Meri was ‘unsuitable’. Brown maintained that the Commons would have suited Meri very well, because Parliament provides institutional care for people like Meri, they can spend their time getting drunk, having sex and fiddling their expenses and there’s no-one to stop them.

 

A previous post mentioned my friendship with a medical student when I worked at the Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories at Nottingham University in the autumn of 1987. Like me, this student witnessed the massive research fraud which was being perpetrated at the CRC labs (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’) as well as the wrongdoing in the Queen’s Medical Centre, Nottingham. This medical student was really very nice, but the fraudsters at the CRC hated her and I used to hear their plans to give her such a bad reference and mark for her project that she’d be forced to withdraw from the medicine degree. I understand that she did not ever qualify, so I presume the dastardly plan worked, or she became so disillusioned that she left anyway. Her dad was a Civil Service mandarin. I have recently found out who he is. He is Sir David Fell.

When I was friends with Sir David’s daughter, Sir David was the Permanent Secretary at the Dept of Economic Development. Sir David later became the Head of the Northern Ireland Civil Service, 1991-97. Sir David took early retirement in Feb 1997 – he got the hell out of there before Blair arrived then – and Hansard recorded a spat over the golden handshake which he picked up. Since retiring Sir David has served as Chairman for a whole host of companies, particularly banks, including Harland and Wolff, Northern Bank, Clydesdale Bank and Titanic Quarter.

Sir David is a graduate of Queen’s University Belfast. He was appointed Pro-Chancellor of Queen’s in 2005 and Chair of the University’s senate in 2008. Sir David was the Chairman of the N Ireland Council of the Prince’s Trust from 1999-05 and remained active in supporting the voluntary and charity sector.

Sir David bagged his knighthood in 1995, the year before William Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry, but after Sir Ronnie Waterhouse seemed to know that he would be Chairing that Inquiry nevertheless. During Sir David’s time in N Ireland, he would have found out all about the elite paedophile ring based at Kincora Boy’s Home in Belfast and which member of the Royal Family, as well as which civil servants, politicians and senior Army Officers were involved. Sir David would have known about the shoot to kill policy and many other dreadful things as well.

 

Another person who will have gained much knowledge and evidence of serious wrongdoing was a secretary who worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School when I worked there, 1989-91, Pauline. Pauline wasn’t nuts like the rest of them, while they all swanned around banging on about their HRT and nips n tucks, Pauline told me that she wouldn’t have let any of the Top Doctors near her, she knew what they were doing to their patients, which was the line that I took as well. There was utter confusion in the Obs and Gynae Dept as to why Pauline looked so much younger than the rest of them and was fit enough to cycle everywhere although she was over 50…

Pauline’s time was divided between being the research secretary for Dr Cathy Wilson – Pauline was the only secretary who could tolerate the abuse that Cathy hurled at everyone – and as the secretary for Prof Stuart Stanton. I have explained in a previous post that Stuart Stanton was a gynaecologist who was very rich and very hated. Stanton spent much time in Israel and there were allegations that he was involved in something so unacceptable that no-one dared discuss what it was. His colleagues were colluding with a trafficking ring and perpetrating research fraud, so God knows what Stanton was doing if they thought that he was beyond the pale. Pauline was alleged to be One Who Knew but she wasn’t telling. All the Top Docs who worked with Stanton would quietly observe that they would never let him treat them or their families but they never explained why.

After blogging about Stanton and St George’s, I received an e mail from someone who told me that Stanton was a very, very nasty piece of work and that they hoped that other people would write to me to give me the full details of his activities in Israel. This person gave me a list of names of Stanton’s mistresses in the UK and in Israel, with details of his appalling treatment of them as well as of his former wife, but it’s not the sort of info that I want to make public for the sake of the women whom Stanton abused. I have received no details regarding his activities in Israel, save for one word which simply said ‘mercenaries’. I have no idea of whether there is any truth in that or not. But a lot of people were desperate to get me out of St George’s and to ensure that I never worked again and ended up in prison to boot. At the same time, the Somerset contingent were given thousands and thousands and thousands of pounds to keep quiet about what was happening to me…

One of the bastards of the parish of St George’s once hinted that they had dirt on Pauline, who was alleged to have left her place of origin on the Isle of Man after a scandal and didn’t feel that she could return. So Pauline was stuck in London working for that crew. Whatever Pauline had been mixed up in on Man, it cannot possibly have been anything like as bad as what some of that lot at St George’s were involved with.

While I worked at St George’s, Ken Clarke and then William Waldegrave were the Secretaries of State for Health.

There will be more information about Waldegrave on this blog soon, I’m still researching.

 

One Top Doctor who knew that there was a pan-European trafficking network being facilitated by Top Docs and Social Services Depts across the UK was Professor Anthony Clare. I have discussed Clare on the blog previously, but I missed something significant when I blogged about him before. Clare graduated from University College, Dublin in 1966. Following initial training in psychiatry at St Patrick’s Hospital, Dublin, Clare moved to the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley, where he studied under Professor Michael Shepherd and spent a number of years working in various capacities. Shepherd trained so many future big names in psychiatry who subsequently worked across the world that Shepherd was enormously influential and operated pretty much as the gatekeeper to success in psychiatry on a global scale. See posts ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ and ‘The Newcastle-upon-Tyne Connection’. 

Anthony Clare worked at the Maudsley when Tony Francis worked there and when that institution was heaving with people who were not only concealing Dafydd’s crimes but who were also colluding with organised child abuse on the doorstep of the Maudsley as well as in other locations. Between 1983 and 1988, Clare was Professor and Head of the Dept of Psychological Medicine at Bart’s Hospital. Which was the domain of Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees, who had some pretty weird habits with regard to patients himself, such as showing photos of his female patients in the bath to his audience during his lectures (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Linford did not only have close links to Wales where he came from, but Linford’s daughter Angharad Rees was the 1970s siren who starred in ‘Poldark’. Through Angharad and Angharad’s husband Christopher Cazenove who starred in ‘Dynasty’, Linford had a whole network of celeb friends and he used them to the full.

I found out a few days ago that John Redwood, Secretary of State for Wales, 1993-95, who was one of many who sat on the heap of manure which was Dafydd and the paedophiles, hired Angharad Rees to give him voice training. If I was a robotic politician who was concealing a paedophile gang and I wanted voice training, I’m not sure that I would think ‘ooh that girl who played a scullery maid who married above her in ‘Poldark’ 20 years ago and did that comedy west country accent might be able to instruct me, I’ll give her a ring’.

Here’s Redwood moving in for a kiss with Cap’n Poldark:

angharad rees | Robin Ellis

Fans of ‘Poldark’ will remember that Poldark picked Demelza up at Redruth Fair and took her home, along with Demelza’s dog, who was called Garrick no less.

Many of Linford’s mates, being all theatrical, were members of the Garrick. The Garrick attracts folk primarily from the fields of the theatre and law. Sir William Mars-Jones, the bent judge who protected Dafydd for years, made the Garrick his second home. Ronnie Waterhouse was a member of the Garrick, as was Ronnie’s best mate from university, Sir Robin Day. See previous posts for the names of many more who hung out at the Garrick.

Anthony Clare did of course become famous as a media psychiatrist in the 1980s, the BBC loved Anthony Clare and his Radio 4 programme ‘In The Psychiatrist’s Chair’, in which Clare interviewed famous people but carefully avoided asking them the questions which would have exposed their wrongdoing or fuckwittery, ran for years from 1982. Clare’s most famous interview for that programme was with Jimmy Savile in 1991. Savile just drivelled on in his usual manner about how women gave him ‘brain damage’ and how he was a ‘pirate’ and admitted that he ‘could be corrupted’. Years later when Savile was safely pushing up the daisies, there was much talk of how Clare had conducted a ‘revealing’ interview with Savile. Clare knew that Savile was a serial sex offender and for all Clare’s skills in eliciting revealing interviews, he didn’t manage to say to Savile ‘please could you tell us a bit about that paedophile ring with which you are involved and the visit that you made to Bryn Estyn in north Wales where you watched a child being gang raped and could you also tell us how Baroness Trumpington got to know you before she appointed you as general manager of Broadmoor and why the hell is anyone letting you act as a marriage guidance counsellor to Charles and Di?’

Clare also presented Channel 4’s ‘After Dark’ which specialised in giving offensive people air time. Stars of ‘After Dark’ included a pissed, groping Oliver Reed and Nicholas van Hoogstraten, a gangster who served a prison sentence when young for chucking a hand-grenade in the direction of someone whom he had a problem with and who was arrested and charged for incitement to murder when he was older. Hoogstraten was due to stand trial for tax evasion but the trial was cancelled when information was received that if it went ahead, the judge would be assassinated.

‘Be ye ever so high, the law is above you’ – Lord Denning. Although there are exceptions to this rule of thumb obviously.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Anthony Clare was Chairman of the Prince of Wales’s Advisory Group on Disability, 1989-97, while victims of the gang in north Wales were dying in Risley Remand Centre or being kept in Dafydd’s dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

Clare suddenly gave up media work for an unknown reason in the 1990s and could not be persuaded to return. He returned to Ireland and spent his last years as Consultant General Adult Psychiatrist at St. Edmundsbury Hospital in Lucan, Dublin, when he died suddenly of a heart attack in Paris at the age of 64 on 24 Oct 2007. People Who Know often don’t last very long do they, not even if they are Top Doctors themselves.

Another Top Doctor who has kept quiet about a great deal is Dr Ian Bogle. Bogle was Chairman of the BMA, 1998-2003. In July 2001, the BBC reported that ‘Dr Ian Bogle, the Chairman of the British Medical Association, launched a vitriolic attack on the government’s handling of the health service at the BMA’s annual conference on Monday. He said doctors simply could not cope with ever-increasing demand, and that new targets, such as a guaranteed appointment with a doctor within 48 hours, would bring the service to the point of collapse. GPs, who say they do not have enough time to provide proper care and attention to patients, are threatening to tear up their NHS contracts en masse. Hospital doctors are fuming at plans to stop them working in the private sector and health workers throughout the NHS are fearful of the implications of a greater role for the private sector in the provision of services’.

Well the Waterhouse Report had been safely handed in the year previously, no-one had gone to prison, no Top Doctor had been named, not even Dafydd, so it was back to business as usual. The Top Docs wanted money, a lot of it and poor old Blair just had to give it to them…

In July 2002, Bogle was at it again. The BBC reported that ‘Dr Bogle said: ‘We have witnessed the damage wreaked by the politicisation of the NHS. We have been victims of the politicisation of the NHS. Our patients have been the victims of the politicisation of the NHS.’ He warned the NHS had become ‘the Punch and Judy show of British politics. Today, I am calling on government and opposition to bring down the curtain on the party political puppet show and try and reach an all-party consensus on how the NHS is managed.’ Dr Bogle said doctors would not be ‘pawns in political games. Doctors won’t be the dog the government kicks when things don’t quite go according to plan’. He added: ‘Make no mistake. We will bite, and we will bite hard and where it hurts, if that’s what it takes to make the government understand that it cannot use the NHS, those people who work in it and those people who need it, as political playthings.’

It was in 2002 that the someone forged a letter purporting to be from me to the GMC, which was subsequently found in the possession of the GMC (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’). It was also in 2002 when I was violently assaulted and injured by three healthcare assistants and an Angel, discharged with no follow up, unlawfully refused all NHS treatment and subsequently arrested for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ after eight or nine NHS staff perjured themselves. The trial took two years to come to Court, during which time I lost my house and my job. The charges were withdrawn on the first day of the trial.

Bogle and his mates should have been marched out of their offices in handcuffs and bloody well charged, not given even more dosh.

Who is the Bastard Bogle? He is a GP from Liverpool who joined his father’s practice, which had originally been set up by his grandfather in 1911. Bogle studied medicine at Liverpool University.

Know a man called Dafydd do you Bogle?

Bogle has enjoyed strutting around in various roles, including as the Chair of the BMA General Medical Services Committee, (now called the GPs Committee]. So Bogle will know Dr D.G.E. Wood, Dafydd’s partner in crime, who has been a leading light in the world of GPs in Wales for decades now. Dr John Chisholm was quoted as saying that ‘Ian was a notably successful GMSC chair, taking the profession forward following the trauma of the imposition of the 1990 contract, developing his own innovative ideas for change in general practice, and negotiating major beneficial changes in OOH [out of hours] arrangements. He was brilliant at engaging with GPs and with the various ministers and civil servants with whom we negotiated.’ 

Bogle will have threatened and blackmailed all of them.

  • Here’s the pompous old git in action:
  • BBC News | HEALTH | Health service priorities set

Who is Dr John Chisholm, who spoke so admiringly of Bogle? John Chisholm, along with Dr Simon Fradd, on behalf of the BMA, negotiated the now infamous 2004 GPs contract, which provided GPs with a substantial pay increase yet allowed them to opt out of out-of-hours work. It was either Chisholm or Fradd who was quoted as saying that they couldn’t believe that Blair had fallen for it and that the new contract was a real laugh. It is because of Chisholm that some people have died as a result of not having access to a GP out-of-hours.

Here he is, looking particularly pleased with himself:

john chisholm2

Chisholm is a Berkshire GP, who was Chair of the BMA’s GP Committee (GPC), 1997-07, after 20 years’ service on the committee, including being joint Deputy Chair. So he’ll know Dr D.G.E. Wood as well and Chisholm was a leading light in the BMA when the BMA were providing Tony Francis and the others facilitating the trafficking gang with advice regarding how to imprison me, although the BMA knew that Francis et al had perjured themselves.

Chisholm is described ‘as having a razor sharp mind and elephantine memory’. No, he’ll just be a complete turd.

After stepping down from his BMA GP Committee role, Chisholm formed Concordia Health, a company that went on to win a number of APMS (Alternative Provider Medical Services) contracts, with fellow ex-negotiator Dr Simon Fradd. Chisholm is Currently Chair of the BMA Medical Ethics Committee and of the Men’s Health Forum. He is a Royal College of General Practitioners Trustee and he continues to practice as a GP. But not out of hours, obviously.

 

I am off for a short holiday tomorrow, so there may not be another blog post for a few days, although I will be checking e mails and comments and may be posting comments myself. I have a stack of reading to do regarding the movers and shakers on Thatch’s side yet who remained in the shadows before and during the Miners’ Strike of 1984-85…margaret-thatcher-miner-strike Images - Frompo - 1

  • Battle of Orgreave: Government rejects inquiry in actions ...
  • Probe due into 'Battle of Orgreave' miners' strike clashes ...
  • Orgreave Truth and Justice Campaign | Power In A Union
The Lord Kinnock
Kinnock, Neil.jpg

 Vice-President of the European Commission

European Commissioner for Administrative Reform

In office
16 September 1999-21 November 2004

 

The Baroness Kinnock of Holyhead
Baroness Kinnock.jpg
 Minister of State for Africa and the United Nations
In office
13 October 2009-11 May 2010

Interesting Facts

I have mentioned previously that one of my favourite satires is ‘Entirely A Matter For You’, Peter Cook’s send up of the judge who presided over Jeremy Thorpe’s trial. Cook performed his sketch at ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’, a 1979 fundraiser for Amnesty International. The irony is that people involved with Amnesty and even some of those who performed in ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’ knew about the barrel of crap which was concealed at the highest levels and resulted in Thorpe’s acquittal.

At ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’ Cook also performed ‘Interesting Facts’, in which he played a man on a park bench imparting various ‘facts’ – such as ‘did you know that your intestine is four miles long’ and that ‘because the food travels down at one mile per hour, it take’s four hours to digest’ to an increasingly irritated John Cleese.

Despite blogging so extensively about the paedophiles’ friends, readers might be surprised to learn that there are still many links and loose ends that I have not yet covered. So here’s a post of Interesting Facts – unlike Peter Cook’s Interesting Facts, these are correct – to plug just a few of the gaps.

Previous posts have mentioned Professor Hugh Bentall, the cardiac surgeon at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School, who converted his secretary into his mistress and arranged for her to do a degree and then a PhD in anatomy. The secretary-turned-mistress was subsequently given a job at RPMS as a lecturer in anatomy, behaved appallingly and pissed everyone off but was untouchable because of whom she had slept with for so many years.

Hugh Bentall was a very big name in medicine, he pioneered open heart surgery. On April 17 1953, Bentall became the first British heart surgeon to carry out an open heart operation. Along with Professor Bill Cleland, Bentall made history when he successfully operated on a 30 yr old woman with a blocked aortic valve. The operation was performed using the newly developed heart-lung machine, which was the result of Bentall’s colleague Professor Denis Melrose’s ingenuity, another first for British medicine and indeed for Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS.

After demobilisation in 1947, Hugh Bentall taught anatomy at Charing Cross Hospital Medical School until 1950. He then joined Hammersmith/RPMS as an assistant to Professor Ian Aird in general and thoracic surgery. At the same time, Bentall was involved in research to develop cardiac surgery and, with Aird and Melrose, developed the heart-lung machine.

Bentall and his colleagues from the Hammersmith cardiac team became world famous when, in April 1959, at the height of the Cold War, they travelled to Moscow to demonstrate their newly developed surgical technique, using their newly invented heart-lung machine. Bentall was assistant surgeon, Denis Melrose was the physiologist, Bill Cleland was the surgeon, John Beard was the anaethetist and Arthur Hollman was the cardiologist.

The Hammersmith team held the demonstration at the Institute of Cardiac Surgery at Leninsky Prospekt. Prof A.N. Bakulev from Moscow had seen the heart-lung machine, wanted to buy one and start open heart surgery in Moscow, so he invited Bentall et al over. The Hammersmith team carried out five open heart operation on adults and children, watched by more than 200 surgeons from across the Soviet Union. It was thought to be the first time that foreign doctors had worked in the Soviet Union and the event received huge media coverage, both in Russia and the UK. It made the front page of ‘Pravda’ and the front page of The Daily Torygraph.

It was a coup for both Gov’ts. In Britain at that time the PM was Harold Macmillan. In 1963 Macmillan’s Gov’t became mired in scandal as a result of the Profumo Affair, the centre of which were concerns regarding national security resulting from events in 1961 including War Minister Jack Profumo’s affair with 19 year old Christine Keeler. Christine and her friend Mandy Rice-Davies were call girls who were sleeping with many other people at the same time, including a Soviet naval attache who was suspected of being a spy. It was revealed that there had been much interesting action at Lord Astor’s country seat Cliveden, involving Gov’t Ministers, aristocrats, members of the Royal Family, alleged spies and call girls. Osteopath Stephen Ward was the biggest scapegoat and ended up dead in questionable circumstances. The scandal eventually brought down Harold Macmillan’s Gov’t in 1963. See post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’ for details.

Good news about British Heroics was badly needed from 1961 onward as the gossip and scandal about Profumo and his associates escalated.

 

On 22 March 1961 Bentall and his team appeared on a programme in the BBC documentary series ‘Your Life In Their Hands’, where he performed an operation to repair a hole in the heart. Three years later Bentall was appointed Professor of Cardiac Surgery at Hammersmith/RPMS.

The DG of the BBC, 1960-69, was Sir Hugh Carleton Greene. Greene became famous for doing battle with Mary Whitehouse, who believed that she was seeing ‘filth’ on the BBC. Greene was a former Berlin correspondent for The Torygraph who then joined the BBC in 1940 as Head of the German Service.

Greene presented news and discussion programmes and became fairly well known in Europe in this role. From 1941 he helped to smooth the relationship between the BBC and the Political Warfare Executive, (PWE), whose goals were somewhat at odds: the BBC strove for accurate, unbiased journalism whereas the PWE was largely concerned with propaganda.

Following the war, Greene helped with the rebuilding of German broadcasting infrastructure in the British Occupied Zone. With the Cold War developing, he was given the task of leading the BBC’s East European Service and produced propaganda for the British Army in Malaya during the Communist uprising in 1947.

Greene returned to the BBC in the 1950s and started as Director of Administration. In 1958 he become Director of News and Current Affairs and was appointed Director-General two years later. The news department had come to be known as the ‘Kremlin of the BBC’ and a secret BBC document was leaked to the competing Independent Television Authority (ITA) in which concerns were voiced about the financial interests of newspapers in ITV companies. Greene learned of the leak from a Ivone Kirkpatrick, the Chairman of the ITA. (Kirkpatrick had been a member of the PWE, Head of the BBC’s wartime European Services and High Commissioner of the British Occupied Zone in Germany and had worked with Greene many times.)

So Hugh Greene worked for the security services.

Hugh Greene’s brothers were Graham Greene, the novelist, Herbert Greene, the poet and Japanese spy and Raymond Greene, a Top Doctor who was a member of the 1933 Everest expedition. The successful 1953 Everest expedition was announced on the BBC by Raymond Greene. Sir Charles Evans, the Liverpool neurosurgeon and Principal of UCNW whilst the sex trafficking ring operated within that college, was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition. The 1933 Everest expedition was led by Hugh Ruttledge, who also led the 1936 Everest expedition. Tenzing Norgay was a member of Ruttledge’s 1936 expedition and was of course also a member of the 1953 expedition along with Sir Charles Evans.

Charles Evans will have known Raymond Greene, climbing is a small world and in that era, climbing in the Himalayas was a gentleman’s sport pursued by a very select small group of people.

During WWII, Raymond Greene was member of the SOE. So he was working for the security services as well then, as was John Hunt, who was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition with Charles Evans. Raymond Greene was physician to President de Gaulle during de Gaulle’s state visit to England in 1960.

The Chairman of the Governors at the time of the BBC documentary starring Hugh Bentall and his colleagues was Sir Arthur fforde. fforde went to Rugby School and then Trinity College, Oxford. After graduation fforde became a solicitor. He was a partner in Linklaters & Paines (later Linklaters) and helped establish the Unit trust. Sir Arthur was Head of Rugby School, 1948-57, before becoming Chairman of the BBC.

 

The entry for Hugh Bentall on the Royal College of Surgeons ‘Plarr’s Lives Of The Fellows Online’ tells us exactly what the circumstances were that led to the appointment of Bentall as Professor of Cardiac Surgery at RPMS: ‘a donation from his father’s successful department store at Kingston-upon-Thames financed Hugh’s appointment to a personal chair of cardiac surgery at Hammersmith (the first in England)’.

That is quite some admission from the Royal College of Surgeons. It does however explain what I noticed when I was a postgrad at RPMS in 1986-87; that was, huge resentment towards Bentall from within Hammersmith/RPMS, allegations that he was virtually dictating what happened throughout the whole institution and the references to his family’s wealth.

So what did the Royal College of Surgeons think about Bentall’s surgical skills? Plarr’s ‘Lives Of The Fellows’ tells us that ‘he was technically a good surgeon but would never accept responsibility for any technical problems which might develop in an operation – and his assistants found it difficult to accept this situation’.

‘Technical problems’ developing in an operation can lead to patient death. So when someone pegged out it wasn’t Bentall’s fault.

 

Here’s the man who purchased himself a Chair, huge influence over a leading medical institution, a career as an internationally renowned cardiac surgeon, influence with the British Gov’t, a mistress and much more besides:

Professor Hugh Bentall

The whole lot was founded upon flogging upmarket goods to the middle classes of Kingston-upon-Thames.

The King’s New Clothes which was Hugh Bentall explains much of the chaos that followed the Bristol Children’s Heart Surgery Scandal involving events in Bristol, 1984-95. The Bristol cardiac surgeons stood accused of operating in a cavalier manner and well beyond their competence, which led to the death of a number of their young patients. Opinions of other surgeons working in the same area were sought, but as accusations and counter-accusations flew, no-one seemed to be able to ascertain for sure whether the Bristol team had been reckless or not. Then allegations were aimed at other children’s heart surgery units – once more, peer assessments were sought, but again, no-one seemed to be able to conclude for certain whether those surgeons had been reckless.

I’ll tell you an Interesting Fact. No-one could come to a firm opinion, because not only was there deception being practised at the highest echelons by so many of these ’eminent surgeons’, but so many of the Top Docs had so much dirt on each other and info regarding the wrongdoing of those at Gov’t level past and present as well as members of the Royal Family, that they just did not dare expose each other.

 

Hugh Bentall’s colleagues at Hammersmith/RPMS were conducting research frauds and fiddles all over the place, people were being appointed to jobs on the basis of whom they had slept with and some of that lot knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang and were concealing that as well. Including Hugh Bentall.

My post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ described a few of the many excesses that I witnessed and was told of at first hand whilst I was a postgrad at Hammersmith, 1986-87. In my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ I mentioned Cyril Rooney, an MSc student at RPMS whom, it was alleged by his fellow students, had discovered wrongdoing and as a result had bagged a fully funded place with the Royal College of Surgeons to study for a medicine degree.

It gets better than that. The 70th anniversary of the NHS? Let’s celebrate with Interesting Facts! When I was a postgrad at Hammersmith, I did not go boozing in the medical school bar with everyone else. Partly because I don’t drink much, partly because I had so little money that I couldn’t afford to, but mainly because I had detected much backstabbing among staff and students and I wanted to avoid it. I was however friends with a couple of students who did socialise and told me that the atmosphere was so toxic that I made the right decision to avoid the bar. By the end of the course, many students loathed Professor Sir Nicholas Wright, the Head of the Histopathology Dept which provided most of the input on our course and they alleged serious wrongdoing on his part. Nick Wright later became the Warden of Barts and the London School of Medicine and Dentistry and has been a leading light in CR UK for years (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’).

The postgrads were particularly angry at what they perceived to be the frank racism directed at an Iraqi GP who was an MSc student at RPMS. The staff were as rude as they could be to this man. Nick Wright then demanded that the Iraqi GP carry out a project with him. It was subsequently discovered that the Iraqi GP had made up the data for the project and RPMS told him that he would not be receiving his MSc. The Iraqi man, in his defence, stated that Nick Wright had pressurised him into making up the data. Wright hit the roof and I was told that the Iraqi GP expressed extreme distress at what would happen to his wife and children if he returned to Iraq in disgrace. Iraq was ruled by Saddam Hussein at that time. So Nick Wright thought it would be a real laugh to make the Iraqi GP lick his boots and beg forgiveness before it was agreed that he would be awarded his MSc. It wasn’t a student who told me what Wright had done to the Iraqi GP in the disciplinary hearing – it was a member of staff. They thought that it was hilarious.

A lot of students also fell out with our course tutor, Dr Malcolm Alison. I was told repeatedly that Malcolm was completely unscrupulous and that no-one should trust him ‘further that you can throw him’. It was alleged that one female student had developed a deep and meaningful relationship with Malcolm which enabled her to bag a very nice number with a drug company after she finished the course. I thought that this was just speculation, until it was explained very clearly to me that on the course the previous year, a student feared failing so she ‘offered herself to Malcolm and he did not refuse’. I was given corroborating evidence…

Malcolm, if you did not want this sort of info to ever become public, you should not have colluded with a gang of paedophiles in north Wales. I cannot believe that you thought that the scale of wrongdoing could be kept quiet.

The icing on the cake was when I was told by a senior academic from another university, who was sent on secondment to Hammersmith with a view to his institution collaborating with them, that the collaboration was definitely off because ‘this lot are a bunch of crooks and we’re not going to touch them with a barge pole’.

My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ described what I believe was a major research fraud carried out by Professor Dame Julia Polak – an RPMS immunohistocytochemist who was alleged to have been the worst character at RPMS in terms of cheating, lying and shafting people – in collaboration with Sir Magdi Yacoub of Harefield Hospital. The Princess of Wales’s beau of a cardiac surgeon Hasnet Khan ended up working at Harefield after Diana’s death.

 

How could anyone ever have believed that it was in the ‘national interest’ to conceal all this, lest confidence in the medical profession was damaged?

 

Hugh Bentall would have had ample opportunity to gain knowledge of wrongdoing in high places before he ever rocked up at the Sodom and Gomorrah that was Hammersmith/RPMS.

Bentall was born in Sussex and educated at Seaford College, Sussex. Many of the paedophiles’ friends had their base or origins in Sussex – Brighton was the location of some of the brothels owned by John Allen to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales. The firebomb which, in April 1992, killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, was thrown into a building in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Bentall trained at Bart’s. Which was where Lady Juliet Bingley’s father worked as a surgeon and where Juliet worked as a medical social worker. Juliet Bingley and her son William spent years concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, when the Bingleys worked at MIND and when William Bingley later became Chief Executive of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Linford Rees also worked at Bart’s (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Linford’s daughter was the 1970s sex symbol, Angharad Rees, who played Demelza in ‘Poldark’ and put on that rather unconvincing Cornish accent whilst she did it. Angharad was married to actor Christopher Cazenove, who went on to hit Hollywood as an actor in ‘Dynasty’, alongside Joan Collins.

Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School – who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles as well as a linked paedophile gang in south London – was a personal friend of Cilla Black. I imagine that Chamberlain rubbed noses with many other celebs as well, but the identities of the celeb contacts of the consultants were a closely guarded secret. The friendship with Cilla was openly discussed, because Cilla herself had talked about Chamberlain in media interviews. Cilla provided much good PR for a man who was concealing organised crime, including sex offences against children.

Cilla was a big fan of Thatch – I wouldn’t be surprised if there was personal contact between the two of them. You can’t get much more blatant than sitting on ‘Blind Date’ telling everyone that Thatch ‘has put the Great back into Britain’. Yes Cilla, she was also personal friends with at least two serious sex offenders:

Sir Peter Morrison:

  • Sex

 

And a man who spent many a Christmas at Chequers:

  • Dark Secrets of Westminster: Challenging British Elite ...
  • goodnessandharmony
  • Le pédophile proxénète avait ses entrées à la cour royale ...

 

As indeed did this man:


Sex

 

‘And ‘ere’s our Graham to feed you the latest load of political propaganda whilst he introduces your sex offending dates for tonight’.

 

When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, one of the senior registrars who worked in Geoffrey Chamberlain’s dept was Jonathan Frappell. I never heard any allegations of misconduct relating to him, but he knew what his colleagues were up to. Jonathan Frappell’s wife Susan is a former Bart’s nurse. After leaving St George’s, Jonathan Frappell was appointed to a consultant’s post in Plymouth at the rather troubled Derriford Hospital. He has now set up his own medico-legal gynaecological consultancy.

 

Hugh Bentall served as a surgeon-doctor in the Royal Navy, 1945-47. Gwynne the lobotomist served in the Royal Navy, as did Geoffrey Chamberlain. Chamberlain continued his relationship with the Navy as a member of the RNVR for years. My post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ detailed how many people at senior levels in the Royal Navy or the Admiralty – including Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and Lord Louis Mountbatten – were directly linked with people who concealed organised sexual abuse or were even accused of it themselves.

 

Bentall worked at Hammersmith/RPMS between 1959 and 1985. After that he taught anatomy at the Royal Free Hospital Medical School until 1989. While Bentall was teaching there, I had an interview at the Royal Free and I noted that they were in possession of information about me which could only have come from Gwynne the lobotomist, Dr D.G.E. Wood, Tony Francis or Dafydd. It wasn’t Top Secret or sensitive info, which is probably why the interviewing panel let it slip – but it could only have come from one of those four people.

 

Hugh Bentall’s son, as I have mentioned in previous posts, is the clinical psychologist Professor Richard Bentall. Richard Bentall did his first degree in the Dept of Psychology at UCNW and has held a Chair in the School of Psychology at Bangor University. I thought that Richard Bentall had done his clinical psychology training in north Wales, but I need to correct that – he did his clin psych training at Liverpool University.

Bentall did his degree at Bangor whilst Dafydd still ruled the roost in the Psychology Dept. Bentall then stayed on in the Dept to do a PhD in Experimental Psychology. So Richard will know about the sex trafficking gang that Dafydd and a number of staff at UCNW were facilitating. He’ll have known about Dafydd working a fiddle to ensure that his daughter Dwynwen was given a place to do a PhD in the Psychology Dept although her degree wasn’t good enough to have been offered the place. Furthermore, Richard will know that Dafydd tried to embezzle a load of dosh from UCNW and the NHS in order to fund Dwynwen’s place at a private college when Dwynwen was turned down for a clin psych place after her PhD.

Richard Bentall will know about another rather worrying Psychology PhD student at that time too, a young Greek man called Nick. Nick was a bit bonkers; he established a relationship with a local girl who was the single mother of a little boy and Nick was carrying out bizarre  experiments on the little boy. Other PhD students in the Psychology Dept knew about this and were worried about the effect on the boy that Nick’s experimenting was having, but no-one raised any official concerns. Although there probably wouldn’t have been much point, the child protection services in Gwynedd County Council had been hijacked by a paedophile gang run by Dafydd and Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.

So Richard Bentall finished his PhD at UCNW and did his clin psych training at Liverpool University – Dafydd’s alma mater and domain. After this, Bentall’s wiki entry tells us that he did a ‘brief stint’ working as an NHS forensic psychologist. At that time, the NHS forensic mental health services were choc full of victims of child sexual abuse who were being diagnosed as psychotic and banged up if they talked about what had happened to them. I don’t know where Bentall worked as an NHS forensic psychologist, but I’m wondering if it was at Ashworth Hospital on Merseyside. Because if it was, Bentall needs to make a police statement.

Ashworth served as a personal prison of Dafydd and the paedophiles; the patients were horrendously abused, physically and sexually and at least one patient was beaten to death by the ‘nurses’. The Angels belonged to the POA – many of them were members of the National Front and there was a civil war going on between the Angels, the Top Docs and the clin psychs. The Angels were the biggest thugs, so it was the Top Docs and clin psychs who received death threats and had their tyres slashed. However I have read a witness account of two clin psychs having a punch-up on the hospital premises – one of them was the person responsible for holding the anger management sessions with the patients. See my post ‘Security, Security’ for details regarding Ashworth.

 

After Richard Bentall worked in the ‘service’ which ensures that the victims of influential sex offenders remain excluded and discredited for the rest of their lives, he did an MA in Philosophy as Applied to Healthcare at Swansea University.

Richard Bentall has stated that people ‘have compared me to R.D. Laing’. I knew a former patient of Laing’s who not only told me that Laing was sadly a complete hypocrite who seriously neglected his most needy patients, but many people alleged that Laing was also sexually exploiting his patients.

If the mortar board fits Richard!

 

During the 1990s, Bentall was Professor of Clinical Psychology at Liverpool University. Throughout the years that, despite police investigations, there was ‘no evidence’ found of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire. Witnesses to the paedophile gang which didn’t exist were regularly found dead during that time.

In 1999 – once Ronnie Waterhouse had called the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles a bunch of liars and criminals and had begun to write his whitewash – Richard Bentall accepted a position at Manchester University ‘researching the psychology and treatment of psychotic experiences’.

Manchester University employed Tony Francis immediately before Tony Francis relocated to north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson moved from the Maudsley to Manchester University in 1974 and built an empire there (see post ‘The Mentor’). There was a lot of traffic in mental health staff between Manchester and north Wales during the 1990s and many Angels and more recently staff working in north Wales acquired what were clearly worthless qualifications in Mental Health from Manchester University (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

In 2007, Richard Bentall returned to Bangor University as a Professor of Psychology. By which time Prof Fergus Lowe was causing havoc in Bangor University, having expanded his influence outward from the School of Psychology on the back of his knowledge of the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles and all those who had concealed them.

Richard returned to Bangor when the paedophiles’ friends had entered panic mode and were calling in reinforcements. Not only were people demanding that the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal be re-opened, but Brown and I had started publishing about the shortcomings of the mental health services.

The VC of Bangor University’s wife was dying after the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre in Liverpool somehow found that they ‘could not treat’ her condition and he took compassionate leave to look after her. Fungus took the opportunity to tell everyone that they could all forget about the VC now, Fungus was the only one who counted.

It was then that Richard Bentall heard the call of the green, green grass of home!

Shortly after Richard arrived back in Bangor, I was shown an e mail that he had sent in which he admitted that it had become virtually impossible to recruit patients for mental health research in north Wales. I know why that was – the patients had been so badly neglected or abused by the mental health services that they had as little as possible to do with them and simply ran away screaming if the word ‘research’ was mentioned.

So Richard, how do you explain that although none of you could recruit participants in north Wales, mental health researchers in Bangor continued to churn out publications boasting of ground-breaking new ‘interventions’, which were based on research trials which had allegedly involved hundreds of mental health patients from north Wales?

Richard Bentall returned to a Professorial position at Liverpool University in 2011. Just as Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

At Liverpool University, Richard ‘is building a research group which focuses on the psychological mechanisms of severe mental illness and social factors that affect these mechanisms, which has led to a recent interest in public mental health’. In 1989, he received the BPS’s Division of Clinical Psychology ‘May Davidson Award’, an annual award for outstanding contributions to the field of clinical psychology, in the first ten years after qualifying. In 2014 Bentall was elected a Fellow of the British Academy.

Bentall has critiqued much of psychiatry, but he has not said anything that was not said many years ago by many other academics. Yet for reasons that I never understood – until I found out who Richard’s dad was – Richard Bentall has received acres of media coverage and has won prestigious awards. Furthermore, Dr Mike Jackson, one of Bentall’s Bangor colleagues who has also built his recent reputation on ‘psychological interventions in psychosis’, admitted to me that those interventions don’t work. Not that Mike et al ever admitted this in their publications or in any of the training sessions or the mountains of training material that they have produced.

The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle.jpg

 

Here’s an Interesting Fact, in the light of the Bentall family owning much of Kingston-upon-Thames: After I left St George’s, St George’s Hospital Medical School merged with Kingston Poly. The staff of the elitist den of hatred which is St George’s had a great many hissy fits at the thought of merging with a bunch of oiks from a Poly, but the Dean/Principal of St George’s, Professor Sir William Asscher, drove the merger through. Asscher spent most of his career as a Top Doctor in Cardiff until he heard the siren call of the serious organised criminals of St George’s in 1988, who were in need of help after their Prof of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Asscher spent the rest of his career at St George’s, concealing the cesspool that remained virtually unrippled even after Brooke was jailed.

Adrian Bell, a lecturer in Plant Biology at Bangor University, did his first degree at Kingston Poly. Adrian then worked as a forensic scientist but told students in Bangor that he left that service because of the endemic corruption within. Adrian was friends with Dr D.G.E. Wood, who was facilitating the sex trafficking ring whilst he worked as a GP in the Student Health Centre. I presumed for years that Adrian Bell had no idea at all what Wood, Dafydd and Gwynne were up to. I have recently been told that he knew exactly what was going on.

That gang killed people Adrian. You spineless tosser.

 

Someone else knows all about Dafydd and the sex trafficking gang as well – Richard Bentall’s former wife. She did a degree in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW and then trained and worked as an Angel. She left the NHS to work in her own complementary therapy practice on Anglesey and she knows exactly how lethal the NHS is because she told me.

Richard’s former wife has good reason not to utter a word about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Her dad, Dr Eifion Jones, was for many years the Dean of the Faculty of Science at UCNW – whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles ran the institution.

I never told Richard’s ex-wife this, but her dad was notorious. He knew that there was a very big problem with the poor quality of statistics teaching at UCNW (see post ‘They Think That It’s All Over – It Is Now’) and Eifion Jones also knew that the teaching in the Maths Dept was so bad that all the science students who opted for the ‘Basic Maths’ module in their first year failed and were kicked out of the University.

In Freshers’ Week, all the science freshers were warned by the peer guides (or as they were called in my day ‘Freshers Helpers’) not, under any circumstances, to opt for Basic Maths, because if they did they would fail the first year and would be thrown out. A few days later, we were all herded into Top College to select our modules and I was accosted by a lecturer who wanted to know which modules I had selected. When I told him, he demanded to know why I hadn’t chosen Basic Maths. I didn’t say ‘because I’ve been warned’, I just said that I was more interested in the modules that I had chosen. This man then spent 15 minutes promising me that I ‘would be in trouble without Basic Maths’ and actually sent me back to the administrators to tell them that I wanted to sign  up for Basic Maths. I was really worried by this and wondered if this old boy was right, but my bacon was saved by a second year student who had seen what was happening, came over, dragged me to one side and said ‘DON’T DO IT, he’s only trying to get you to sign up for Basic Maths because no-one has enrolled for it and it’s making them look bad’. So I avoided the old boy who was ordering me to sign up for Basic Maths and stuck with my original choices.

That old boy was Eifion Jones, Richard Bentall’s former father-in-law.

At the end of my first year I was told that one student had been kicked out of UCNW after they failed a module that the Dean of Science had coerced them into doing. It was of course Basic Maths.

Eifion Jones will have known about many other things as well. The chaos in the Psychology Dept involving Dafydd for a start and his son-in-law’s fellow PhD students in that Dept. Eifion Jones probably also knew that one of the lecturers in the Plant Biology Dept was known to be frequenting pubs in Bangor and picking up under-aged girls. Adrian Bell and his wife Alison knew about this because they were telling people that they were worried that their colleague was going to get himself arrested.

Richard Bentall met Eifion Jones’s daughter when they were undergrads at UCNW and I think that they got married when they were quite young – as undergrads or when Bentall was a PhD student.

No chance of your colleague getting arrested Adrian and Alison, the whole town was facilitating the trafficking ring, including, as you knew, your own colleagues. As well as Eifion Jones, who’s daughter was a student of the potential sex offender and who’s son-in-law did two degrees in a Dept ruled over by Dafydd. Eifion Jones will have known that there was a lobotomist employed in the Student Health Centre as well.

Eifion Jones will have been fully aware of the shenanigans in the Agriculture Dept and the circumstances under which one of the secretaries there, Mary Wynch, was wrongfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd and was subsequently ruined by Michael Howard when he was Home Secretary (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Eifion will have known about the resident groper in the Agri Dept, Gordon Farley and Eifion I think was Dean of Science when the hopeless J.B. Owen was given a Chair in Agriculture, allegedly because his family had provided the cash which founded the Agriculture Dept back in the pre-Cambrian. But then Efion’s son-in-law’s father purchased his Chair and career as well, so it will have been business as usual for Eifion Jones.

Eifion is dead now, but if he were still alive he would no doubt be able to explain why Professor Richard Howarth, one of the washed-up old farts in the Agri Dept, was appointed an adviser to Thatch, but disappeared off the planet after Sir Peter Morrison was found dead in 1995.

The last time that I had an Eifion Jones Experience was in 2001 when I was doing my PGCE. Eifion was invited to give us all a talk on the construction of the Britannia Bridge, which was something that Eifion had a big interest in. I can imagine that some people could have given an interesting lecture on such a topic, but Eifion most definitely did not.

At the time, the paedophiles’ friends of yore were doing their best to organise a military coup to overthrow the acting VC, Meryn Jones. They would gather at public events to insult him. I used to hear their plans because I arrive for most things early and they would all be there plotting – they were all so pompous and grandiose that they used to ignore me. I heard everything… Plans to fit the VC up for a criminal offence, the spreading of scurrilous rumours regarding his personal conduct whilst his wife was dying, plans to put the boot in as soon as his wife was dead ‘because it’ll look bad if we get him when his wife is dying’, the plan to approach Prof Eric Sunderland – the previous VC and a paedophiles’ friend but one who was well-camouflaged – and enlist his help in terms of spreading the poison…

Eifion Jones was one of the Grand Plotters. One of a bunch of clapped-out friends of a paedophile gang who’s crimes were so serious that year after year after year and unto the next generation, people who were not mates with Dafydd et al had to have their lives destroyed.

 

To return to Mr Big at Hammersmith, Hugh Bentall. The heir to a posh version of M&S was not the only man who combined Trade with the Professions. Hugh’s colleague Professor Denis Melrose – the clinical physiologist who led the Hammersmith delegation to Moscow – did so as well.

Melrose was originally from Cape Town. He studied at Oxford University, then at UCH Medical School, qualifying in 1945. Like so many other paedophiles’ friends, Melrose joined the Royal Navy. He subsequently took up a lecturing post at the Dept of Surgery at Hammersmith/RPMS, under the Head of Dept Prof Ian Aird.

Aird and Melrose had ambitions to develop a heart-lung machine. A Hungarian refugee Francis Kellerman had established a medical instrument firm, New Electronic Projects – NEP –  and ‘in spite of severe financial constraints’ Kellerman collaborated with Melrose to design and manufacture what became known as the Melrose-NEP heart-lung machine. I have not discovered where Kellerman found the funding to develop the machine. The Melrose-NEP heart-lung machine was first used in the pioneering operation at Hammersmith on 17 April 1957. It was such a good advert that sales boomed and the Melrose-NEP machine was quickly used across the UK, then in New Zealand and in Australia. Melrose ‘gave great personal support to units starting to do open heart surgery’. Well he and his mates had invented the technique which was dependent upon the use of the machine which went ping which they had not only also invented but were marketing and selling. That machine will not have come cheap, it cost rather more than a pair of posh knickers sold by Bentall’s in Kingston-upon-Thames.

A group of Russians decided to buy a Melrose-NEP machine and this is why Bentall et al went to Moscow with a machine that went ping…

In Moscow, the Soviet Deputy PM Anastas Mikoyan greeted Melrose’s team, embraced who we are told was ‘the buxom theatre nurse’ Phyllis Bowtle, saying ‘Medicine is clean, politics are dirty’.

Not if Bentall, Hammersmith and Melrose are involved, particularly when they have machines that go ping to flog and a Gov’t in trouble in need of good PR…

 

Bentall, Melrose et al didn’t only invent open heart surgery and the machine that went ping to go with it – they invented something else as well. When open heart surgery was performed using Melrose’s heart-lung machine, the patient’s heart would remain beating during the operation. This didn’t make the surgery impossible, but it was a hassle for the surgeon. Therefore Melrose and his team developed a way of inducing cardiac arrest in the patient being operated upon by using a potassium citrate perfusion into heart. Potassium arrest is still used in open heart surgery, but these days St Thomas’s cardioplegic solution is used.

When I read that potassium citrate had been replaced by something else, I wondered if there were perhaps risks associated with inducing cardiac arrest by potassium citrate. Not according to the blurb one usually finds associated with Bentall et al’s operations at Hammersmith. The usual claim is that by 1984, 300 patients had been operated on at Hammersmith and that there had been no deaths.

Yet I found it clearly stated in a 1957 academic paper which reviewed the outcomes of open heart surgery patients at Hammersmith who had undergone elective cardiac arrest using Melrose’s heart-lung machine that out of 37 patients, 13 had died.

As Peter Cook would have said ‘Is that a fact? How very interesting.’

So the Hammersmith version of a McDonalds Happy Meal – open heart surgery, heart-lung machine, potassium citrate induced cardiac arrest – carried considerable risks for patients, yet those risks were air-brushed out of the picture at some point between 1957 and 1984.

I wonder if Hugh Bentall offered fries with that.

 

Prof Bill Cleland was the leading surgeon who was showcased in Moscow. Cleland was an Australian. After coming to the UK, he eventually became  consultant cardio-thoracic surgeon at King’s College Hospital, Hammersmith Hospital and the Royal Brompton Hospital, 1948-77. Cleland was Director of the Dept of Surgery at the Institute for Diseases of the Chest (later known as the Cardio-Thoracic Institute, Royal Brompton Hospital), 1960-77. Cleland lectured and operated across Europe and the Middle East.

The Royal Brompton is another ‘leading medical institution’ in London. When I worked at St George’s, the dreadful Mandy Leigh and Dr Cathy Wilson (see previous posts) were researching in collaboration with the Royal Brompton. The process involved Mandy and Cathy spending much time swearing and cursing about the Royal Brompton and its alleged inadequacies, but Mandy and Cathy responded to the whole universe in that way, so it may not have been a reflection on the Royal Brompton.

 

Prof Bill Cleland’s son is a neurologist. I think that he is probably Dr Peter Cleland, who is now retired, but previously practised in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Peter Cleveland also worked for Nuffied, BUPA and Spire hospitals. There was a direct link between the paedophile gang which operated in the Newcastle area and Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. A number of mental health professionals from Newcastle-upon-Tyne went to work in north Wales with Dafydd and the paedophiles, including psychiatrist Dr Neil Davies and Professor Bob Woods of the School of Psychology at UCNW/Bangor University. Lord John Walton, Dafydd’s Big Mate who protected Dafydd for decades was a neurologist based in Newcastle (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’).

 

Professor Ian Aird was Hugh Bentall’s senior colleague at Hammersmith/RPMS. Ian Aird trained at the University of Edinburgh and then worked at the Royal Hospital for Sick Children in Edinburgh and also at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary. Aird served in the RAMC during WWII. In 1946 Aird was appointed Professor of Surgery at RPMS.

By all accounts, Aird was quite something. He became famous in 1953 for separating Nigerian Siamese twins, the first time that the operation had been carried out in the UK and he travelled across the world lecturing and operating. He is described as being hugely energetic and popular, but unusually for a surgeon, as ‘sensitive’.

In fact Ian Aird was so sensitive that it killed him. On 17 Sept 1962 he was found dead in his bed at Hammersmith Hospital. The cause of death was barbiturate poisoning. Prof Aird was said to have been taking barbiturates for depression.

So Prof Ian Aird – Bentall’s eminent senior colleague who did not join the PR trip to Moscow – died some 18 months after Bentall starred in the BBC documentary. Bentall purchased his Chair at RPMS less than two years after Ian Aird’s death.

Barbiturates were generously prescribed in the early 1960s, but the problem with barbiturates is that they are very toxic in overdose. Ian Aird would have known that.

Professor Ian Aird was working with a bunch of scoundrels who’s lying, cheating and dreadful behaviour permeated the whole of Hammersmith/RPMS 25 years later. Unlike some, Professor Aird did not purchase his Chair and career. Furthermore, Aird’s work eclipsed the work of the Hammersmith surgeon who did do that. Until of course Ian Aird died. Then the coast was clear for another Great Surgeon to emerge from Hammersmith.

Mary Wynch always maintained that her mother died of barbiturate poisoning in one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’. But Mary was mad. Dafydd said so after he unlawfully imprisoned her for a year.

Here’s Professor Richard Bentall, following in his dad’s footsteps as an Eminent Academic…

 

 

I have mentioned before that the IVF pioneer Prof Bob Edwards was a former UCNW student, but Bangor University wouldn’t admit to being associated with Bob Edwards until he won his Nobel Prize. What Bangor did used to max out on though – to the entertainment of the students – was Roger Whittaker being a UCNW graduate. Roger often got a mention, but at graduation in either 1984 or 1985, UCNW really developed Roger-mania and Roger turned up in person. He strummed his guitar, he sung a few songs and he whistled. Welsh TV and the press were there and Roger was interviewed and explained how studying at UCNW was the best thing since sliced bread. Roger studied biochemistry at UCNW back in the dark ages. He doesn’t mention this much, but Roger and academia didn’t go too well together. Roger only went to UCNW because his grades were so bad that nowhere else offered him a place and he ended up with a Third. When the media asked Roger if he ever regretted following a career as a whistling folk musician rather than a biochemist, Roger didn’t admit that he was so bad at biochemistry that he couldn’t have been a biochemist, he maintained that his whistling made people happy and that was more important than anything else.

Roger’s whistling certainly made a gang of sex traffickers happy. Roger arrived in Bangor to provide much needed PR in the wake of Brown and I complaining about Gwynne the lobotomist and me writing to the GMC about him. There had also been three students who had attempted suicide after encountering Gwynne and an Agri student had hung himself in one of the halls of residence. Goodness what that was all about, there was never any info provided, other than that one of the cleaners found his body.

One of Roger’s hits was ‘I’ve Got To Leave Old Durham Town’, which is what Professor Eric Sunderland did when the paedophile gang sent up a distress flare in 1984 and asked him to be Principal of UCNW. According to Roger’s wiki entry, he began his musical career when he was a student at Bangor, 1959-62, by singing in local clubs. Roger gave away a Flexi disc with the Bangor student newspaper, the ‘Bangor University Rag’. Roger seems to be telling porkies with regard to this. There were no clubs in Bangor until 1984. Even if we give Roger the benefit of the doubt and entertain the notion that in the early 60s, Bangor was not a tiny Welsh town rather inaccessible to much of Wales yet alone the rest of the UK, but a thriving metropolis where night was turned into neon day with streets thronging with nightclubs, strip joints and casinos, with a Chinatown and branches of all the best stores, Roger’s story still doesn’t add up. Bangor University wasn’t called Bangor University until many years after Roger graduated. It was UCNW until well after I graduated in 1984, its next incarnation was as the University of Wales, Bangor and in 2007 it became Bangor University. So whatever Roger Whittaker did when he was a student, he did not give away Flexi discs with a student newspaper called the ‘Bangor University Rag’.

However, Roger will have been a student at UCNW with the Burmese Generals – or as Brown called them ‘the Welsh gerontocracy’ – who subsequently ran Bangor, who doubled up as paedophiles’ friends and who attempted the military coup some 10 years ago. No wonder they dined out on Roger being a UCNW graduate and invited him back to do his whistling when there was a Challenge To Gwynne.

 

This morning I was reading a copy of the i newspaper from last Friday when I was faced with an interview with Ken Clarke, as part of the i’s ‘NHS at 70’ celebrations. Ken Clarke has featured extensively on this blog, so I won’t repeat his crimes here. Suffice to say that in just about every capacity in which he has been employed, Clarke colluded with and concealed serious crime in the NHS, including that of Dafydd and the paedophiles and the charmers at St George’s.

Ken reminisced about his time as Health Minister and then, from July 1988, Health Secretary, to the i. He of course remembered his famous battles with the BMA. Ken told the i that the BMA was ‘the most ruthless and determined opponent I ever faced’ and that they ‘were completely ruthless and unscrupulous’.

Before I realised what D.G.E. Wood and Tony Francis were doing to me without my knowledge, I used to chat to them a great deal about medicine and politics and of course about Ken Clarke. It’s how I found out how fond of Dr Death DGE Wood was. At the time of the BMA’s famous advertising campaign which involved an ad with the slogan ‘What do you call a man who ignores medical advice?’ ‘Ken Clarke’, I told Wood that the Tories were going to lose the battle with the BMA, although they probably deserved to win it. I quipped to Wood that all the BMA needed to do if Ken Clarke didn’t do exactly what they told him to do was to invite the TV cameras into the neonatal ward of any hospital and film all those babies being cared for by Angels. Ken Clarke would lose hands down. Wood laughed more loudly than I had ever heard him laugh before and smugly said ‘it’s called political muscle and we’ve got more of it than anyone else’.

Wood and his colleagues were running a sex trafficking ring which was murdering witnesses and Ken Clarke knew it. Clarke took on the BMA to a far great extent than any other Health Secretary ever has, but he didn’t win. The fight ended in stalemate because some of the BMA members were facilitating the paedophile gang which was supplying underaged children to a whole selection of people, including Gov’t Ministers and two friends of Thatcher’s. Ken knew it and he knew what was happening at Hammersmith Hospital as well.

Ken told the i last Friday that the NHS had been transformed by the Tory Gov’ts of which he was a part and as an example of the transformation, Ken reminded the i that ‘you had awful old fashioned asylums who were dealing with people who were mentally ill’.

The awful old fashioned asylum in Denbigh was illegally imprisoning the victims of the paedophile gang which Ken was ignoring in a dungeon.

Ken’s solution? It was to do a deal with the BMA for their mutual benefit – which involving destroying the careers of me and a number of my friends who had found out some of what was going on in north Wales and allowing Carlo’s mate the Duke of Westminster to buy a piece of real estate in Knightsbridge worth millions for £6000 (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

Nice one Ken! The Chancellor of the Exchequer has just announced that the Treasury has completely run out of money – it’s all been given to the NHS. The lot. Nothing left. Mentally ill people are just as badly off as when they were left to rot in Denbigh and every Dept of Children’s Social Services in the UK has been hijacked by sex trafficking gangs. The health outcomes for certain cohorts in much of the UK are some of the worst in Europe.

What an achievement.

Ken Clarke. Westminster’s answer to Edwina Hart. They knew what was going on, they tried to stand up to the Top Doctors, but because they were both so desperate to be PM/FM and didn’t dare lose the support of the caring sharing NHS they didn’t see it through. Instead they did deals with child abusers and killers.

Ken Clarke did not become PM. Edwina did not become FM. A lot of people died.

I note that Richard Bentall has passed through Swansea University, as well as the paedophiles’ friends’ favourites Bangor, Liverpool and Manchester Universities. Swansea University was the playground of Rhodri Morgan and Edwina Hart. It was also part of Lord Brian Flowers’ train set. Other institutions which Brian Flowers were given to play with were Hammersmith/RPMS and Manchester University.

Never mind, Richard Bentall is leading a research team developing interventions which his colleagues admit don’t work.

 

The social worker daughter of one of Dafydd’s henchmen who worked as an Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was given a job as a senior social worker in the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales, an Office which was established on the recommendation of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse to ensure that It Never Happens Again.

The son of one Mr Big at Hammersmith who concealed an even bigger vat of worms, including the criminal activity in north Wales, is a Professor of Clinical Psychology who is dedicating his career to Liberating Service Users. Whether Richard Bentall’s family business made generous donations to the Universities of Bangor, Liverpool and Manchester in return for Richard’s Chairs I have no idea.

 

‘The Morning Star’ today is looking to Dave Prentis, the General Secretary of UNISON, to lead the 70th anniversary celebrations of the NHS in style. Dave Prentis has been General Secretary since 2001. Prentis was appointed Deputy General Secretary of UNISON upon it’s formation in 1993 from the merger of NALGO, NUPE and COHSE. Many of those who abused children in north Wales were members of NALGO and NUPE. Some of the abusers were shop stewards of those unions. Those unions provided full protection for their members even after they had admitted to, or had been convicted of, serious offences against children. One NALGO rep who had abused children managed to produce a letter from a psychiatrist which enabled him to retire on favourable terms re financial provision. Numerous staff at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were members of COHSE. David Williams, the General Secretary of COHSE, was a former Angel from the North Wales Hospital. Dafydd’s henchman led the union. See post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’.

See you at the party Dave!

 

 

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.

 

Image result for skeleton in the cupboard

 

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…