The Village

Recent posts have touched on how some of the paedophiles’ friends pride themselves on being Arty, in their capacities as collectors but also in terms of them occupying positions of responsibility in museums, galleries or in Gov’t roles relating to the Arts.

Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass excels in this field, he owns Compton Verney in Warwickshire, one of the finest galleries in Europe. In 1993, Compton Verney was purchased in a run-down state by the Peter Moores Foundation, a ‘charity supporting music and visual arts’, established by Littlewoods Chairman Peter Moores, who restored it to a gallery capable of housing international exhibitions. In 1993, my career had been destroyed, as had the media career of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales and the North Wales Police closed their investigation into the abuse of children in care, concluding that there was ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring. Thousands of statements had been taken, hundreds of complaints made and a file was sent to the CPS, yet there were no prosecutions.

In Oct 1993, John Smith, the leader of the Labour Party, appointed Ron Davies as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron and his mates were cheerleaders for devolution and it was assumed by everyone that ‘when’ a Welsh Assembly was created, Ron would be First Secretary. It all fell apart when Ron had his moment of madness on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie, just before Blair was about to make Ron First Secretary in the newly established Welsh Assembly (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

Compton Verney Art Gallery is now run by Compton Verney House Trust, a registered charity no less. The charity in question is one Professor Robert Bluglass, who’s ‘Trust’ is ‘supported’ by the Peter Moores Foundation, after the Peter Moores Foundation transferred Compton Verney to the management of Bluglass’s blood-soaked, safe hands. In March 2004, the Compton Verney Art Gallery was opened by Prince Charles. That’s the Prince Charles who’s office told Alison Taylor that he ‘could not get involved’ when Alison Taylor wrote and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused; the Prince Charles who was Chancellor of UCNW when Bluglass’s mate Dafydd and his colleagues were using their roles in the College to run a sex trafficking ring; the Prince Charles who’s friend Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, was the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Peter Morrison, the constituency MP was abusing kids in care in north Wales; the Prince Charles who’s mater knighted Peter Morrison in Feb 1991, the month after I’d been forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School and was facing possible imprisonment after Dafydd’s colleagues Tony and Sadie Francis had perjured themselves.

Charles, what on earth are you doing mixed up in all this??? You’re the bloody heir to the throne, Bluglass has played a leading role in an international sex trafficking racket and the most probable explanation for Bluglass’s paws being on one of the finest art galleries in Europe is that it is the means by which he is laundering money. This is a very long way from the Duchy Organic range of expensive biscuits. It is, as you might say yourself, ‘sort of…um thingy…um appalling…’. Or if you are anything like the ‘Private Eye’ spoof of you in ‘Heir Of Sorrows’ you might. Heir of serious organised crime. It really is appalling. Pass me an oatcake, this is even more ridiculous than Jimmy Savile offering Charles and Di marriage guidance.

An online guide to ‘Greeting The Queen’ reassures readers that they mustn’t worry about what to say, they must just curtsy.

‘Have you come far?’ ‘Yes, I’ve fled north Wales because your son’s associates tried to kill me.’

It has recently been reported that Charles will be giving evidence to the IICSA relating to Bishop Peter Ball. Peter Ball was imprisoned for 32 months in 2015, for sex offences against children carried out between the 1970s and the 90s. The police received their first report in 1992. No charges were brought, but Ball resigned. It has been revealed that Charles had exchanged letters with Ball and that an independent inquiry found that Ball had ‘exploited his contact’ with members of the Royal Family, but there was ‘no evidence’ that Charles or any other Royals ‘sought to intervene at any point in order to protect or promote Ball’. Well that’s a relief, it’s simply that Charles is constantly rubbing noses with people who are involved with child abuse but can’t ‘get involved’ when he receives a letter telling him that someone has witnessed them abusing kids, it’s really nothing more sinister than that.

When Ball was reported for child abuse in 1992, the CPS received over 2000 letters of support for him, including letters from Cabinet Ministers and members of the Royal Family. It has not been made public who those Cabinet Ministers or Royals were. I was unaware that the CPS ever accepted ‘letters of support’. When I was prosecuted for ‘looking at a social worker in Safeways’ and for ‘calling Alun Davies a fat idiot’, no-one ever told me that I could get my mates to write to the CPS in support of me. I don’t know anyone else who was given that opportunity either.

Well it just goes to show that it’s one rule for molesting Bishops and another rule for the victims of sex trafficking gangs…

It has been admitted that Ball ‘tried to use his contact with with Charles to influence George Carey’, who was Archbishop of Canterbury at the time. I’m not sure that Ball will have needed to do that, George Carey used to be the Bishop of Bath and Wells and Somerset had one ‘dirty vicar’ known to me who molested the Brownies and Guides and another vicar who married a girl of about nineteen when he was nearly 50, who violently assaulted the kids in the local primary school and then nicked the money from the Church. Neither of them faced charges and ‘Bishop George’ – as Brown’s mum used to respectfully call him – did bugger all. All we ever heard about Bishop George were his fund-raising schemes such as the offer for the bereaved to sponsor a pipe of the organ in Wells Cathedral in memory of their loved one. Those pipes came at a very high price and it always sounded like a bit of a con to me.

Now that the paedophiles’ friends have bumped Brown’s dad off, I’ll reveal a state secret. When Col Brown organised HM Lilibet’s Silver Jubilee Celebrations in Bristol – for which Lilibet gave him an OBE – Col Brown wrote to the Palace to ask what to do about providing a bog for Lilibet, only not using that expression obviously. He received a letter back telling him that Lilibet ‘will not need to retire’. How Lilibet knew that she wouldn’t need to go for a piddle I do not know. Perhaps she’s had her pelvic floor tightened by Professor Stuart Stanton at St George’s Hospital Medical School, although she might not have risked going under his knife – his junior doctors all used to observe ‘God, I wouldn’t let him operate on me’.

 

I recommend that readers visit the Compton Verney website in order to see photos of the landscaped gardens (they were designed by Capability Brown no less) and the treasures that pack Bluglass’s house of ill-gotten gains. Meanwhile, here’s the spiel encouraging interested parties to join in the crime spree:

Corporate Sponsorship and Membership

Let’s all join in a chorus of ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there laughing’…

What a bunch of dickwits, even if they are serious criminals of dickwits.

 

Robert Bluglass is not the only paedophiles’ friend – indeed even Dafydd’s friend – who has an interest in art. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon, who’s son Thomas died of HIV/AIDS but before that was known to be abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales, was, among all his many other public positions (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Chairman of Gwasg Gregynog Press, 1978-91; President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57; a Trustee of the National Portrait Gallery, 1955-88 and a member of the Royal Commission on Historical Manuscripts, 1966-93. It was Lord Kenyon who was credited with transforming the National Portrait Gallery from a small specialist museum into ‘one of the great national galleries’.

 

Previous posts have noted how many paedophiles’ friends have been involved with the Arts Council of Great Britain. Harold Wilson’s friend and crooked solicitor Lord Arnold Goodman was Chair of the Arts Council, 1965-72 and had a symbiotic relationship with Jennie Lee, Nye Bevan’s widow, who was Minister of Arts, 1964-70, under Harold Wilson (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Goodman was succeeded by Lord Patrick Gibson who was Chair of the Arts Council, 1972-77. Gibson was the paedophiles’ friend who knew that the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were being contained in low paid seasonal jobs at Penrhyn Castle (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Sir Kenneth Robinson was Chairman, 1977-82. Robinson did Dafydd and the paedophiles a great many favours when Robinson was Health Minister, 1964-68 under Wilson and then again in his capacity as the President of the National Institute for Mental Health (MIND) (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Sir William Rees-Mogg was Chairman of the Arts Council, 1982-89. Mystic Mogg was a political appointment of Thatcher’s – he was a Tory, the former Editor of ‘The Times’, 1967-81 and a BBC Governor. He was also Chairman of the publishers Pickering and Chatto and a columnist for The Indie and the ‘Daily Mail’. Mystic Mogg stated in his memoirs in 2011 that Murdoch had been excellent for ‘The Times’ and for Fleet Street.

In April 1986, ‘The Times’ reported the case of Ceryl Wyn Davies, the Gwynedd Headmaster who was imprisoned for abusing his pupils, after being allowed to return to teaching in spite of a previous prison sentence for abusing his pupils (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). ‘The Times’ had reported on a scandal involving the serious neglect of Dafydd’s patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh some 20 yrs previously, but remained silent about north Wales abuse horrors from 1986 onward. Rupert Murdoch bought ‘The Times’ in 1981 and Sir Simon Jenkins, who has a home in Gwynedd, was Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92 (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Simon must have missed that police investigation and all those deaths…

 

Rees-Mogg had a house in Somerset but spent most of his time in London, although he waved his Somerset credentials about a lot. He was High Sheriff of Somerset, 1975-78, so he would have known Brown’s father, who was Deputy Lieutenant at about the same time.

Mystic Mogg was of course the father of Jacob. When I was at school, Jacob featured in the ‘Western Daily Press’ and when he was about 10 yrs old he was promoted as a child prodigy with regard to his investments on the stock market. The ‘Western Daily Press’ was a sort of west country version of ‘The Sun’, a right wing newspaper which contained a lot of sex stories, although not pics of topless teenagers. The ‘Western Daily Press’ caught a whiff of sex everywhere, even when reporting serious harm or death. One memorable headline was ‘It’s Sex On Top Of The Cliff, Then Over We Go’, which was a report about quite a dangerous accident.

The ‘Western Daily Press’ also really maxed out on Diana Dors because she was from Swindon, but they had to keep remembering not to mention that her friends were gangsters and armed robbers. I think that Dors and her mates hung out at the Webbington Country Club near Bristol, which was viewed as a sort of Sodom and Gomorrah, the scene of gun fights and a venue for prostitution. The ‘Western Daily Press’ did manage to report it when Dors’ husband the actor Alan Lake was found shot dead. Lake’s death was always attributed to suicide but now I have a greater understanding of the circles in which he and Dors moved, I am wondering if questions were deliberately not asked about that death. As a young man, Lake went to prison after a particularly vicious pub brawl, which resulted in his mate Leapy Lee receiving an even longer sentence than Lake because he stabbed the pub’s relief manager. Leapy Lee was a rather lame pop singer who’s only hit was with the song ‘Little Arrows’. It would be a bit like Peter Noone of Herman’s Hermits being banged up for stabbing someone.

One of the Hergest Unit patients who derived such entertainment from Dafydd used to chunder on in a Dafydd-voice about Dafydd listening to Herman’s Hermits records. The joke arose from an incident in which Dafydd had tried to get down with the kids – the man in question had been sectioned and was telling Dafydd that he had gone up into the mountains and ‘I ate some grass’. To which Dafydd responded ‘do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’ and the Hergest patient said ‘no, grass’. So Dafydd asked ‘why were ewe eating grass?’ The Hergest patient replied ‘because I was thirsty’. Dafydd diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia. I had no idea at the time that Dafydd’s gang were selling disadvantaged kids and young people to rock stars for sex, I just used to roll around laughing at Dafydd’s idea of the counter-culture. Who knows, perhaps Herman and his Hermits were buying underaged boys off Dafydd, along with everyone else.

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 One track by Herman’s Hermits was ‘You Won’t Be Leaving’.
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After coming out of prison, Alan Lake had a serious riding accident which nearly paralysed him and then he became an alcoholic and experienced psychotic episodes. He was treated by a Top Doctor, but I don’t know who. Lake became seriously depressed after Dors’ died and in Oct 1984 he was found dead having been shot in the head after taking his son to the railway station. His body was found in his son’s bedroom.

Lake played parts in the TV programmes ‘The Underworld’, ‘Locate And Destroy’, ‘Dixon Of Dock Green’, ‘Crown Court’, ‘Angels’, ‘No Hiding Place’, ‘Paint Me A Murder’ and ‘Hart To Hart’. His films included ‘Catch Us If You Can’.

 

Mystic Mogg’s daughter Annunziata stood unsuccessfully for a Somerset constituency for the Tories in the 2010 General Election and caused much mirth by calling herself ‘Nancy Mogg’ for electioneering purposes. Not that it fooled anyone.

 

In 1989 Lord Peter Palumbo succeeded Mystic Mogg as Chairman of the Arts Council and remained in post until 1993. Tory peer Palumbo is the son of Randolph Palumbo, himself a major property developer. Peter Palumbo was educated at Eton and then studied at Worcester College, Oxford. In 1972 Palumbo bought Farnsworth House in the US, expanded and improved the house by adding furniture of the man who designed the house and by purchasing adjacent properties and placing in them the work of eminent sculptors. Palumbo sold the property at auction to the National Trust for historic preservation in 2003. Palumbo also owns other swish properties in the US and for a time owned a Le Corbusier in Paris. In 1994 Palumbo demolished the Mappin & Webb building in the City of London and replaced it with a building designed by Sir James Stirling, which was opened by the Governor of the Bank of England, Eddie George.

Palumbo was a Trustee of the Tate, 1978-85 and Chairman of its foundation, 1986-87. He served as a Trustee for the Whitechapel Art Gallery and of the Natural History Museum. He was Chairman of the Serpentine Gallery’s Board of Trustees. He was also the Chancellor of the University of Portsmouth and the Chairman of the Friends of Highgate Cemetery. He has been on the Board of Trustees of The Architecture Foundation. Palumbo is or was Chairman of the jury of the Pritzker Prize for Architecture.

Palumbo led the fundraising effort to resurrect and refurbish the Church of St Stephen Walbrook in London, a building by Sir Christopher Wren. Henry Moore was commissioned by Palumbo to build a stone altar for the church. The former rector of St Stephen Walbrook and founder of the Samaritans, Dr Chad Varah, was the family chaplain. 

There were considerable problems in Bangor after the Samaritans refused to help suicidal people if they were mental health patients because the Samaritans ‘weren’t trained’ and ‘people like that often kill themselves anyway’. What made it worse was that the Hergest Unit were refusing to treat many mental health patients and would simply give them the phone number of the Samaritans and then call the police to throw them out of the hospital.

Palumbo was a polo team mate of Prince Charles and the two were close until 1984 when Charles publicly criticised some of Palumbo’s architecture. Palumbo nevertheless still became godfather to Princess Beatrice.  

Palumbo was created a life peer by Thatch in Feb 1991 – the same month as Peter Morrison was knighted! 

 

Palumbo’s eldest son is Jamie Palumbo who in 2017 had an estimated fortune of £350 million. He was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. From 1984-92, Palumbo worked for Merrill Lynch and Morgan Grenfell. 

In Sept 1991 Jamie Palumbo, together with his school friend Humphrey Waterhouse and DJ Justin Berkmann, founded the Ministry of Sound nightclub in South London. Initially Palumbo lost control of the club to drug dealers and a fight to regain control ensued. One wonders to what extent Jamie Palumbo ‘regained control’. Ministry of Sound has expanded into a number of areas including recorded music, live events, digital media and merchandise. Ministry of Sound Recordings is the largest independent music company in the world. In 2016 Palumbo sold Ministry of Sound Recordings to the Sony Music Group for $104 million.

It was the Sony subsidiary Epic which gave the Super Furry Animals such a generous recording deal (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). The leading light in the Super Furries was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile ring made merry within the Council’s children’s homes.

In 1994 Palumbo launched legal proceedings against his father with his sister, claiming that his father had mismanaged the family trust and subsequently his father resigned as a trustee. In 2010 new proceedings were launched relating to another family trust, his father also resigned from this trust and paid legal fees. I hate to think what Jamie will do when his dad dies, the notion of ‘where’s a will there’s a relative’ will be taken to a whole new level.

Jamie Palumbo is a major donor to the Lib Dems and in Oct 2013 received a peerage.

 

In 1993 Alexander Ruthven, Earl Gowrie aka Grey Gowrie, became Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain. Grey Gowrie’s grandfather was Governor General of Australia and Gowrie was educated at Eton, Balliol College and Harvard.

Grey Gowrie succeeded to the earldom of Gowrie on the death of his grandfather on 2 May 1955; at the same time he succeeded as 2nd Viscount Ruthven of Canberra and 2nd Baron Gowrie of Canberra and of Dirleton (East Lothian). In 1956, he further succeeded his great-uncle the 10th Lord Ruthven of Freeland as 3rd Baron Ruthven of Gowrie.

Lord Gowrie inherited his estate in County Kildare from his great-aunt Sheelagh Blacker in 1967 and later sold it to Tony O’Reilly, to whom he also sold his Dublin home on Fitzwilliam Square. Sir Anthony O’Reilly is the billionaire Irish former businessman and international rugby union player. O Reilly led the Independent News & Media Group, 1973-09 and is the former CEO and Chairman of the H.J. Heinz Company. He was the leading shareholder of Waterford Wedgwood.

Gowrie lived partly in Ireland until 1983 and then moved to the marches region of Wales, while also maintaining a London residence for much of the period.

Grey Gowrie joined the Tory frontbench under Ted Heath in 1972 as a Whip and remained in position until 1974. He served under Thatcher as Minister of State for Employment, 1979-81 and as Minister of State for N Ireland, 1981-83. So Gowrie served in Thatcher’s Gov’t with Peter Morrison and would have been party to what had gone on at the Kincora Boys’ Home. Thatch then appointed Gowrie as Minister for the Arts, 1983-85. He was also Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster between 1984-85. Despite being offered the post of Secretary of State for Education and Science, Gowrie resigned from the Cabinet in 1985, stating that it was impossible for him to live in London on the salary provided for the post. Grey Gowrie is very rich and very posh, so ‘Private Eye’ made much of Gowrie’s low wages as a Cabinet Minister and there was comment about the need to stop the priceless work of art that was The Gowrie from leaving Britain.

Grey Gowrie was also Chairman of Sotheby’s, 1985–1994.

The Arts Council of Great Britain was divided in 1994 to form the Arts Council of England, Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales. At the same time the National Lottery was established and the Arts Council of England became one of the distribution bodies, thus The Gowrie was responsible for dishing out the dosh. The National Lottery was of course Thatcher’s big idea – Thatch maintained that it would provide an opportunity for the creation of more millionaires. If the old cow was still alive I’d remind her that it is quite difficult to make a living by gambling – even George Carman had to use his income as a corrupt barrister to subsidise his huge gaming debts – and contrary to the advert assuring us that it ‘could be you’, it was most unlikely to be. It’s called statistical probability, Thatch would have done well to have acquainted herself with the notion. However there have been a number of scandals when it has been revealed that Lottery money has been used for certain minority interests including gay and lesbian groups, some of which have not been what they pretended to be. The National Lottery looks kindly upon ‘mental health support groups’ and the like as well.

Now why would a filthy rich, multiply titled connoisseur of fine art and paedophiles’ friend like The Gowrie have been interested in causes like that? The Chairman of Sotheby’s was not going to be found sitting in the MIND ‘drop in’ in Bangor, being told that there was ‘nothing they could do’ when distressed Empowered Service Users recounted tales of serious crime on the part of the mental health services and others. There was someone who was banned from the Bangor MIND drop in – it was the Hergest patient who was a fine art graduate and who used to bang on about the World of Art and the filthy lucre and sexploitation involved. But Helen Milne, the inadequate, lame servant of Dafydd’s who ran the drop in, only banned him AFTER he’d given the lecture on art and the free lessons for the Empowered Service Users.

Helen’s colleague Alison Greenaway was the Bangor MIND co-ordinator for donkey’s years – then Alison trained as a psychiatric social worker and made her loyalties quite clear, as patients were found dead and went to prison – she didn’t say a word (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). Alison felt the call of social work at about the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Meanwhile Helen Milne also led Bangor Rape Crisis.

It was an absolutely joke, there was not one ‘helping agency’ in north Wales that Dafydd and the paedophiles did not control. It seems that they even had The Gowrie in their pocket.

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:

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Alexander Patrick Greysteil Hore-Ruthven, 2nd Earl of Gowrie:

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Now if Wingett’s the auctioneers near Wrexham had been involved in channelling dosh to the paedophiles’ friends, it would not surprise me. This is the Chairman of Sotheby’s that we are talking about.

 

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The Gowrie lectured at Harvard and UCL and was Provost of the Royal College of Art. He is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. Together with Rowan Williams and Sir Daniel Day-Lewis, he is a Patron of the ‘Wilfred Owen Association’. In terms of the subject matter of my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’, The Gowrie is a substantial part. The Gowrie was a founding Director of the British Friends of the National Gallery of Ireland.

In the summer of 1999, having been diagnosed with a serious heart condition, The Gowrie checked into Harefield Hospital and, after a heart transplant and a long recovery, left hospital in 2000. He became friends with his principal surgeon, Sir Magdi Yacoub and now Chairs the institute named for him. 

Magdi Yacoub worked with Dame Julia Polak, the person who was alleged to have been the most unscrupulous liar and fraudster at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was there in 1986-87. Some years later Polak and Yacoub claimed to have performed a life-saving medical miracle on Polak herself and then founded a research institute on the basis of that miracle. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ explains why I suspect that this was the most audacious of all Polak’s alleged research frauds.

In 2003 The Gowrie was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. In Jan 2009, The Gowrie accepted Farad Azima’s invitation to Chair the Advisory Board of the Iran Heritage Foundation.

The Gowrie’s first wife was Alexandra Bingley, daughter of Colonel Robert Bingley. I’ve done a bit of digging to try and find out if Robert Bingley is any relation of the Bingley clan who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many years but surprise, surprise, the info doesn’t seem to be available.

 

 

The Arts Council dates back to the 1940s. In 1940, the Council for the Encouragement of Music and the Arts (CEMA), was appointed to help promote and maintain British culture. The Council was Gov’t funded and after WWII was renamed the Arts Council of Great Britain.

A  Royal Charter was granted on 9 Aug 1946, followed by another in 1967. The latter provided for functions in Scotland and Wales to be conducted by two almost autonomous committees known as the Scottish and Welsh Arts Councils – the basis for today’s Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales.

The Council’s first Chairman was John Maynard Keynes who used his influence in Gov’t to secure a high level of funding, despite Britain’s severe economic problems following WWII. The majority of this funding was directed to organisations with which Keynes had close ties such as the Royal Opera House and was restricted to Central London. Keynes used his political influence to ensure that the Arts Council reported directly to the Treasury, establishing the principle of an ‘arms length’ relationship between UK Arts policy and the Gov’t of the day.

After Keynes’ death, Gov’t funding was reduced, but the Arts Council received wide recognition for its contribution to the Festival of Britain thanks to the new Chairman Kenneth Clark. Kenneth Clark was the father of the odious sexual predator, the Tory MP Alan Clark. Alan Clark was constantly constructed as a bit of a character – he was actually someone who had sex with anything that moved, including non-consenting people who were below 16 yrs old. Clark regularly exposed himself to school girls and would follow young women around London whom he’d seen on public transport and had taken a shine to. Clark was a junior Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t in the Depts of Employment, Trade and Defence. He worked at the Dept of Employment with Ken Clarke and Ken Clarke’s autobiography alleges that Alan Clark rarely made it into work and spent most of his time drunk. Alan Clark wrote about the quality of the ‘globes’ of the young women whom he saw on trains and remarked upon Thatch’s ‘very pretty ankles’. Which caused Ian Hislop to remark that Thatcher’s globes obviously weren’t worth a comment.

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It really is quite unbelievable that someone allowed this lot to run a country.

Art works commissioned by the Council for the Festival of Britain were retained to form the basis of the Arts Council Collection. 

Under Wilson’s Gov’t of 1964-70, it is said that the Arts Council enjoyed a ‘golden age’, thanks to the close relationship between paedophiles’ friends Chairman Arnold Goodman and the Arts Minister Jennie Lee. This period saw the Arts Council establish a network of arts organisations across the country and a programme of touring exhibitions and performances.

During the 1970s and 1980s the Arts Council came under attack for being elitist and politically biased, in particular from Tebbit. It is clear from the Arts Council Chairs appointed by Thatcher that under the Tories it did not become less elitist or less politically biased in any way – instead of being run by paedophiles’ friends of a left wing bent, it was run by very rich paedophiles’ friends who were Tories. The Gov’t grant to the Council was capped, the idea being that the shortfall would be made up by increased sponsorship from the private sector.

The Secretary-General of the Arts Council from 1975–83 was Roy Shaw, the last Secretary-General to be knighted. Presumably after 1983, Lilibet had her hands full dishing the knighthoods out to Peter Morrison, Jimmy Savile and their ilk. Shaw faced the ‘difficult task’ of reconciling ‘the needs’ of arts organisations with the restricted funding. Mystic Mogg proposed slimming down the Council’s responsibilities. This led to a series of clashes with leading luvvies such as Peter Hall, who resigned from the Arts Council in protest. In 1987 the restructure inspired by Mystic Mogg cut by half the number of organisations receiving Arts Council funding. During the same period, the Arts Council began ‘encouraging a greater level of corporate sponsorship for the arts’, which I think means that Charles Saatchi was allowed to call the shots. Hence the elevation of Tracey Emin’s NHS-style disgusting bed and her ‘everyone whom I have ever shagged’ tent to the status of works of art.

Charles Saatchi became famous all over again in 2013, after he was photographed with his hands around the neck of his wife, Nigella Lawson, the daughter of former Chancellor Nigel Lawson. Charles maintained that it was a ‘playful tiff’. An acrimonious divorce followed with allegations and counter-allegations of unpleasant behaviour on the part of Saatchi and coke snorting on the part of Nigella. When Nigella Lawson was at Oxford, she was involved with the Dangerous Sports Club, a bunch of Top Tossers who routinely did some very dangerous and frequently unlawful things but who never faced many consequences.

A leading light in the Dangerous Sports Club was Tommy Leigh-Pemberton, the son of the Robin Leigh-Pemberton, the Governor of the Bank of England, 1983-93 . Tommy Leigh-Pemberton died in what is always described as a ‘tragic accident’, the details of which were not made public. I know the details. Tommy Leigh-Pemberton was shot dead, deliberately, by someone whom he had really pissed off. Leigh-Pemberton was a twat of the highest order and there was nothing that he liked more than driving dangerously, at speed, through built-up areas. He was living in Kenya and it was known that the staff of one of the embassies in Nairobi were trigger happy and that if someone drove past at speed, potshots would be taken at them. So the wanker Tommy and his mates dared each other to drive past and elicit the bullets. Which they did, repeatedly. Until one of the bullets hit Leigh-Pemberton and killed him. The truth behind Leigh-Pemberton’s death did not appear in any media report.

Leigh-Pemberton and his mates revelled in doing anything, anything at all, knowing that their Top Tory parents would get them off the hook, no matter how dangerous or illegal it had been.

The founder of the Dangerous Sports Club was David Kirke – although that was not  his real name – who lied and swindled his way around the world’s best hotels, spinning a yarn about being an Oxford Professor. After many years of fraud and deception, the world finally caught up with David Kirke in the early 1990s and he was imprisoned. His defence team stated that he was a ‘Walter Mitty’ character and was manic to boot. He wasn’t, he was a conman who targeted people whom he knew would be impressed with fuckwittery and a plummy accent. Graham Chapman of Monty Python was associated with the Dangerous Sports Club, as a consequence of Kirke wanting to ingratiate himself to someone affluent and famous to gain, as Kirke himself said, ‘some crumbs from the rich man’s table’.

Nigella’s association with the crook Kirke and his friends was never publicised. But then no-one mentioned that her father’s constituency was in Leicestershire, in the area of the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal with the associated serious criminality.

Now Nigella! Who ordered Kirke to contact people who knew me from years previously and pay them all that money to ensure that if – or indeed when – I was found dead, or was imprisoned, that a pack of lies would be told about me, by people ‘who really knew what she was like’? Because someone gave them a great deal of money, whilst I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Thousands and thousands of pounds, two Range Rovers were purchased, a country house, it was incredible. Furthermore Nigella, how did your daddy and his mates ensure that no-one went to prison when the man whom you paid to collaborate with you regarding my allegations re Dafydd and the paedophiles KILLED that young Bulgarian student? The whole of Somerset wanted to know why it was only a manslaughter charge, not murder and why the judge ordered them to be acquitted. Bristol Crown Court, 2004. What was going on exactly?

I think that the Angels of north Wales are going to have to give many more interviews about being attacked by Dangerous Patients to get out of this one. We’ll need a few more cures for cancer as well. And a ‘Save The NHS March’ through central London.

Robin Leigh-Pemberton was given a peerage – in 1992. Once those five other witnesses had been safely killed by that firebomb and once my career had been wrecked and the career of my friend who had been planning to make a documentary about north Wales.

Leigh-Pemberton is dead, as is Thatch who appointed him as Governor of the Bank of England. But the man who gave him a peerage is alive and kicking and has questions to answer.

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Here’s a close pal of some murdering bastards, at a photo shoot at Selfridge’s no less. Probably after a visit to the hairdresser and a quick snort. She needs to look her best! Not that Nigel Lawson would ever have allowed his own kids within a mile of Dafydd – it was other people’s children whom he preyed on. Particularly when there was an election to be won.

 

 

As for all that modern art that Charles Saatchi purchased, I cannot help but wonder if someone was having a laugh at his expense. Perhaps someone who knew that the World of Art was crawling with rich abusive people and fancied making it a laughing stock? Hence Viz magazine’s awards for the best modern art spotted on Newcastle-Upon-Tyne bus shelters – the prize winner was 14 yr old Jason with his piece of graffiti ‘My Penis Smells of Apples’. Had Jason been blonde and pretty, no doubt ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’ would have found its way into Saatchi’s Chelsea gallery.

 

My post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ mentioned the art student turned Hergest Unit patient who told me that if he wanted, he could take the art world by storm with his construction ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ in return for selling his bottom to the Big Beasts. I doubt that he could have at that point because he was in his 40s and had suffered from the ravages of Dafydd’s ‘help’, but when he was young I think it highly likely that his plan would have worked. This man supplied me with the names of many of the Great n Good, whom he assured me survived on a diet of cocaine, champagne and underaged kids. The names that I was given included Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud and David Hockney. The Hergest staff were far too bigoted to listen to a word that this man said, but I did and the reason why he was illegally imprisoned by Dafydd many years previously was that he objected to a North Wales Police Sergeant appearing at his side when he was in the loo and naked, after he had been fitted up for drugs offences. His objection to the police officer was met with a punch in the face, imprisonment in Risley Remand Centre and a lifetime in the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends.

Ella Fisk, an Angel who worked at the Hergest Unit, once told me that I was ‘so much more intelligent’ than this man. No I was not, he did have a brain but it had been completely scrambled, initially by psychedelic drugs, but then it had then been finished off by the ‘medication’ that he was assured was absolutely necessary. I knew what he was being given – he didn’t because he knew bugger all about pharmacology – and I knew exactly what it was doing to him…Despite the best efforts of the paedophiles’ friends, some of his memories were crystal clear – of Denbigh, of Risley Remand Centre, of the rock scene in the 60s and 70s and of the art world. Dafydd knew what that man had witnessed and a decision was taken to ensure that – like everyone else who could name people in High Society who had done things that they shouldn’t have – this man disappeared in the criminal justice and mental health system of north Wales.

 

Mr Murdoch – there is more than one ageing Empowered Service User in north Wales who has named your wife’s ex as being part of a very sordid scene when he was younger. Before he was Sirred and sent his kids to Eton.

 

The Arts Council England’s website tells us that ‘We invest public money to make great art that has an impact on everyone’s lives’. It’s certainly had an impact on mine, they bankrolled the friends of a gang of sex traffickers who tried to kill me.

One of the websites ‘telling the story’ of the Arts Council features a splendid picture of Judi Dench and Ian McKellen doing their Shakespearean bit. Dame Judi is of course Robert Bluglass’s old mucker and Sir Ian is the man who campaigned long and hard to have gay people accepted into public life and polite society. I don’t have a problem with that, but an archive clip of an interview with Sir Ian on this subject shows him naming Michael Barrymore as a high profile Funnyman who to Sir Ian’s delighht had by then been taken into the nation’s hearts. Sir Ian gave that interview before a sexually injured corpse was found in Barrymore’s swimming pool, a sexually injured corpse who’s presence in that pool has never been explained.

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Sir Ian only came out as gay in 1988, but his orientation was well-known in the acting world long before then. Sir Ian Bravely Spoke Out against Section 28, the insanity dreamt up by Thatcher’s Gov’t to prevent local authorities from ‘promoting homosexuality’ whilst kids in care in north Wales were imprisoned or killed lest anyone be in a position to testify that her mate Peter Morrison was abusing them. Section 28 was enacted in May 1988, which was after Alison Taylor and I had refused to keep quiet about Dafydd and the paedophiles and after Mary Wynch had done battle in court with them. So how about a grand gesture from a Gov’t of hypocrites who were knowingly colluding with the trafficking of kids in care for both heterosexual and homosexual tastes?

It was Jill Knight – now Baroness Knight – who introduced Section 28. Knight had some quaint ideas about gays – she was on record as stating that they were good with antiques – but she didn’t think that they should be promoted or indeed allowed to be parents. More importantly, Jill Knight was for years a member of the Monday Club, which was heaving with Tories who were concealing the abuse of children and contained a number who were actually abusing kids themselves. Jill was MP for Birmingham Edgbaston, 1966-97. Jill, having spent more than 30 years living cheek by jowl with the corrupt professionals who oiled the wheels of Dafydd’s trafficking gang and sent kids in care into his arms, I presume that you are well-acquainted with a man called Robert Bluglass, who virtually ran the NHS in Birmingham.

 

Sir Ian stated that he had to Do Something About Section 28, even if it ruined his career. Of course it did not ruin his career – everyone already knew that he was gay – in fact it did his career a great deal of good, he was hailed a Champ of the Oppressed. Which could have been very useful if there had been any service users knocking around who might have remembered Sir Ian or his mates utilising the services provided by Dafydd and Lucille.

In 2010 Sir Ian featured in TV adverts to support Age UK, which was formed from the merger of Age Concern and Help the Aged – Sir Ian gave his time free of charge. Paedophiles’ friend Margaret Hanson, the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, was formerly the Chief Exec of Age Concern in North East Wales. Before that, Margaret was a children’s and family social worker and a Councillor in Cheshire. Whilst Dafydd’s paedophile gang operated in that county. Margaret’s husband David Hanson is the Labour MP for Delyn and the former PPS To Tony Blair.

Sir Ian’s former partner is Sean Mathias, a theatre and film director. Sean Mathias is described as being ‘Welsh-born’ – whether he is any relation of William Mathias, the esteemed late Welsh composer who was Prof of Music at UCNW for many years as well as a paid-up paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), I don’t know.

Sir Ian was knighted in the New Years Honours 1991 – just like Sir Peter Morrison!

 

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Sir Ian at Manchester Pride 2010:

 

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Sir Roy Shaw – the Secretary General of the Arts Council, 1975-83 – also sat on Harold Wilson’s OU planning committee, along with a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’).

Shaw grew up in considerable hardship in Sheffield, but his schooling was terminated early as a result of Crohn’s disease. He left school young, worked first in a butcher’s shop and then at the ‘Sheffield Telegraph’ and for Sheffield Library. Shaw gained a place at the Quaker college at Woodbrooke, Birmingham, for a pre-university course in 1941. Previous posts have mentioned the involvement of a number of Quakers in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Shaw later went to Manchester University, graduating in 1946.

While at Manchester University Sir Roy was an editor of the journal, ‘Humanitas’, along with Herbert McCabe, who later became a Dominican priest. In 1946, Shaw married Gwenyth Baron. They had seven children, including the Sussex University sociologist Professor Martin Shaw and the journalist Phil Shaw. Martin Shaw is a member of the Labour Party, a former International Socialist and was active in E.N.D. and other leftist groups.

 

In 1946, Sir Roy Shaw was appointed a tutor for the WEA in the East Riding of Yorkshire. In 1947, Shaw became a Lecturer in the Department of Extra-Mural Studies at the University of Leeds and in 1958 he was appointed Director of the Leeds University Adult Education Centre in Bradford. Shaw organised art exhibitions, concerts, and visits by theatre and opera groups.

There was organised sex offending in the Leeds and Bradford areas as well as in the wider Yorkshire region as long  the late 1940s – the situation was considerably inflamed by Jimmy Savile just a few years later. People involved in adult education/sociology/community studies will have known about it.

In 1962 Shaw was appointed Head of Adult Education at the University of Keele, which had a long running problem with paedophiles and those who protected them working there. Keele gave Shaw a Chair in 1967. While at Keele Shaw became a BBC Governor and a Governor of the  British Film Institute and it was at that time that he became involved in the foundation of the OU.

Shaw was the theatre critic of ‘The Tablet’, 1990-2000. He remained concerned with political issues, for example visiting Israel in 1994 to press for the release of the nuclear whistle-blower Mordechai Vanunu. In 2006, at the age of 88, Shaw Chaired the Celebrating Age festival in Brighton and Hove.

Shaw converted to Catholicism in 1955, but left the RC Church in the late 1960s and returned in the 1970s.

Shaw’s Indie obituary states that ‘he built Keele University’s outreach work in the Potteries and the surrounding villages’, that ‘he also became a national figure in the movement for second-chance education’ and that ‘he championed theatre in the round at the Victoria Theatre in Stoke-on-Trent, and loved music hall and comedians (especially Ken Dodd) as much as the classics’.

A long standing network of abusers targeting children in care with the usual knock-on effect on the mental health services/NHS existed in the Staffordshire area and my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’ details Ken Dodd’s links with those involved in the abuse of vulnerable people, including in north Wales.

Shaw also had dealings with Ruskin College, which educated many future Labour MPs (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). In the mid-1960s, Matt Arnold taught at Ruskin and Peter Howarth was a student of his. Arnold later became the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn when it bloomed into a major centre of paedophile activity and Howarth was one of the few who did actually end up going to prison for abusing boys there. Arnold and Howarth had previously worked together at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where the boys had been abused…

 

Shaw had a ‘passionate conviction’ that funding the arts was the state’s job – not that of private benefactors or commercial sponsors. At Shaw’s retirement party in 1983 he asked the then Arts Minister The Gowrie whether he had read the paper Shaw prepared on developing wider access to the arts, which The Gowrie had not even acknowledged. The Gowrie replied ‘Oh, yes, but my main concern is to foster the growth of business sponsorship.’

So it was either state-funded sexual exploitation or sexual exploitation funded by corporate sponsorship. It was a win-win situation for Dafydd et al. What nobody would do was expose what was going on. Shaw’s obituary in the Torygraph illustrates the difficulties that anyone alleging the existence of organised Naughtiness In High Places will face:

 ‘[Shaw’s] showed his wide browsing on the matter — he was able to pose such questions as “Did Orson Welles read Bertrand Russell?” — and it also contained attacks on such Conservative enemies as Kingsley Amis, Alistair McAlpine and Norman St John-Stevas. Shaw had once been on first-name terms with St John-Stevas but, following the latter’s appointment as Arts Minister, was riled when he found himself required to address him as “Minister” and gratefully wait for meetings “like a papal audience”….Margaret Thatcher was keen that sponsorship should play as great a role as subsidy, and the Arts Council often struggled to justify its own existence. Yet the forces within it were frequently so politically opposed that there was little coherence in policy, and attempts to compensate for Conservative policies resulted sometimes in support for wildly self-indulgent work.

Shaw was sentimental about the arts and the status the Arts Council gave him. “Who can deny,” he wrote, “that to sit in a box at the Royal Opera is a delightful experience — diminished only by twinges of regret that so many of the people one had lived with in the North or the Midlands could not share the delight? Who could fail to be excited by those glamorous annual theatrical dinners and lunches where you saw most of the famous actors you could think of — and talked to several you knew personally?”

Literature, Shaw conceded, was “a problem area”. More specifically, he disliked the Director of Literature, Charles Osborne. “I felt it my duty to try and persuade him to resign and devote himself more fully to the writing and broadcasting from which I had the impression he earned almost as much as his Council salary.”

Reviewing ‘The Arts and the People’, Osborne hit back: “Of the four Secretaries General with whom I worked, he was the only one who tended to wave his politics about like an offensive weapon. If one stood up to his hectoring manner, he could be quite genial. If one did not have the temperament to defend oneself, he could behave like the worst kind of bully.”

Shaw angrily denied that he was Left-wing and obsessed with adult education. He pointed to the occasions when he had advocated the withdrawal of grants to various Left-wing theatre groups. None the less, as Secretary General, he gave his support to the cause of North-West Spanner, a Left-wing alternative theatre company that had its grant removed at the behest of a Right-wing local councillor in 1977.

The resulting furore brought together a coalition of actors, theatre groups and leading intellectuals, who complained of political censorship and succeeded in having the money restored. In a way, it was the political theatre’s only tangible victory of the decade; but it was also a caricature of militant aims.

They had won the right to be employed by their avowed enemies, thus arguing the case for a system they were wholly opposed to. Subsequently, some of Spanner’s actors researched a play set in a hospital and so enjoyed the experience of real work that they became hospital porters…

He also turned his mind to policies for the arts and became an unpaid adviser to Jenny Lee, who, under Wilson, was Britain’s first Arts Minister. When the Conservatives were returned to power, Jenny Lee was replaced by Lord Eccles, who retained Shaw and appointed him an unpaid member of the Arts Council in 1972. Three years later Shaw was appointed Secretary General. ‘Private Eye’ noted the appointment of a “provincial academic” to an “Establishment” position.’

It will not have been a coincidence that Shaw, the ‘provincial academic’ was appointed to an ‘establishment’ position. He was a provincial academic who had spent years working in a region that was the hub of organised sex abuse and had worked in the institutions and settings in which that abuse was a substantial problem. Every Gov’t was concealing the same criminality as it snowballed – Shaw will have proved useful to all of them.

Lord Eccles was the Arts Minister, 1970-73, under Ted Heath. Lord Jack Donaldson succeeded Eccles as Arts Minister and remained there throughout Wilson’s and then Callaghan’s administrations. Jack Donaldson is described as, among other things, a ‘prison reformer’ and an ‘Approved School manager’. Abuse of children in Approved Schools was endemic and I don’t think that Jack was very effective where reforming prisons was concerned. Donaldson was a junior Minister at the N Ireland Office, 1974-76, so he’ll also have been in on the shagfest that was the Kincora Boys’ Home and the lengths that everyone went to in order to conceal that. Donaldson was Chairman of the National Consumer Council, 1968-71. He left the Labour Party to join Dr Death and the gang in 1981.

Donaldson was succeeded as Arts Minister by Norman St John Stevas, (1979-81), who was indulging in the very same activities with under-aged boys as Sir Peter Morrison. St John Stevas was succeeded by Paul Channon, 1981-83, (see post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’), who was succeeded by Earl Gowrie, 1983-85, who was succeeded by Richard Luce, 1985-90, (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), who was succeeded by David Mellor, 1989-90 – who had previously worked in the Home Office and the Dept of Health – and so it continued.

Every one of these Arts Ministers had previously held responsibilities in which they had concealed serious organised sexual abuse. Which set them up very nicely for presiding over a Ministerial Dept responsible for theatre, arts and music, areas in which the sexual exploitation of young people was rife.

 

So organised sexual exploitation was being concealed across the political spectrum, by people involved in the Arts from a range of backgrounds with different notions of what the Arts should be, who they should serve and who should fund them. Most ludicrously, on a broader societal scale, sex offending was being concealed by the nations’s moralists as well as by the sexual liberators. Mary Whitehouse or Sir Ian McKellen? Neither was going to help the victims of Dafydd et al.

 

I enjoy using the phrase ‘Naughtiness In High Places’ because when Thatcher was in Gov’t, Brown’s brother and I read an old Monty Python book which detailed their spoof general election campaign involving the Silly Party, who’s manifesto was ‘destroying industry, raising unemployment and encouraging naughtiness in high places’. We were reading it just after the Cecil Parkinson scandal broke and Brown’s brother observed that the Tories had managed to implement the Silly Party’s manifesto, which left us rolling around laughing for a very long time. ‘Vote Wisely – Vote Silly. You Know It Makes Nonsense’. At that time, Graham Chapman’s penchant for having sex with under-aged boys was known, but no-one in showbiz mentioned a word… Graham was just gay and a zany Python. It might have helped that John Cleese was very friendly with a number of analysts and Top Docs who were concealing child abuse, some of whom were personally known to Dafydd. The John Cleese who featured in a 1987 party political broadcast for the SDP-Liberal Alliance.

This man was mates with some of those who’s signatures are on documents in my possession, detailing serious criminal activity on their own part:

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Dr Death knew exactly what was happening and he knew that witnesses were locked up in Risley Remand Centre, the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and high security hospitals. You, Dr Death, need to cough and now. Dr Death’s former place of employment, St Thomas’s Hospital, served as the home of choice for those at the top of the pyramid of people who were ensuring that Dafydd et al never ever were held to account. Why Peter Hennessey gives Dr Death the time of day even when Hennessey trots around the Lords interviewing clapped out old farts who have caused so much damage I cannot imagine.

 

From 1977-83 Sir Roy Shaw was Visiting Professor at the Centre for Arts, City University London. Shaw died in Brighton, the location of John Allen’s brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the site of the firebombing which killed the five witnesses in April 1992.

The Guardian’s obituary of Shaw provides us with a bit more information regarding the reach of his tentacles and his self-interest:
As a member of the British delegation to the first world conference of culture ministers, in Venice in 1970, he greatly impressed Lord (David) Eccles… Preserving the integrity of bodies such as the Royal Shakespeare Company, capable of box-office successes but needing public support for their core work, was a continual concern. Opera brought out even more vividly what was important to Shaw. After he persuaded local government to match Arts Council funding, English National Opera North opened in Leeds with Saint-Saëns’s Samson et Dalila in 1978; since 1981 it has continued as Opera North. On the other hand, in 1990, after he had left the council, he criticised the Royal Opera House in London as “the least accessible arts institution in Britain”…

Again, he met opposition from the more artistically haughty among the staff and council members, and had at first to turn to the Gulbenkian Foundation for funding. However, the highly successful initiative was soon imitated by other arts organisations and the education department became a valued part of the council’s activities.

Shaw became an organising tutor for the North Yorkshire district of the Workers’ Educational Association. Within a year, Sidney Raybould, who was building a formidably committed extra-mural department at Leeds University, offered him a staff tutorship; he stayed for 13 years. The WEA district secretary, Fred Sedgwick, thought Shaw the best tutor in Yorkshire….[Whilst at Keele University] Shaw set up a fine, wide system, made some notable experiments in workers’ education, as with miners’ families in the village of Silverdale, and vigorously encouraged film and related studies.

‘The Guardian’ mentioned that Sir Roy, despite his Catholicism and his long service on ‘The Tablet’, ‘in the new century’, had ‘his faith’ was ‘shaken by events within the Catholic Church and after a brief period of attending Anglican services he finally ceased his lifelong quest and declared himself agnostic.’

I’m wondering if it might have been the tidal wave of allegations of child abuse that emerged from the Catholic Church ‘in the new century’ that shook Shaw’s faith so much, so he got the hell out of there before investigations began, nipped over to join the Anglicans, who then found themselves under fire in exactly the same way. At which point Sir Roy became an agnostic. I’m sure that there’ll be a group of agnostics somewhere abusing kids, Dafydd caters for a great many people, he’s all things to all men, no-one’s left out.

‘The Times’ also paid tribute to Sir Roy when he died: He arrived with a mission to open up the arts to working-class people, one that almost caused a deputation from the art form directors to the then chairman, Lord Gibson, though not for its socialist principles. Shaw had told them that they were too close to their clients, that they operated too much of an old boys’ network and that they needed to be more “clinically detached”. He avoided the threatened confrontation by talking his new colleagues through his intentions, but for some weeks they sported lapel badges reading, “I am clinically detached”.

I notice that Sir Roy borrowed a Top Docs notion. Top Docs are of course supposed to be ‘clinically detached’, it is supposed to protect them from becoming traumatised in the face of their patients’ suffering and it is also supposed to protect patients from things like sexual exploitation. Dafydd and his mates used the concept to dump patients after they had shagged them and then used it as an umbrella for ever after to refuse to answer questions or complaints etc.

Graham Ovenden was born in Hampshire, into a Fabian household and was taught music privately by Albert Ketelbey. He was a student at the Royal College of Music, before taking up painting around 1962. Ovenden was tutored by Lord David Cecil and John Betjeman. He attended the Southampton School of Art and graduated from the Royal College of Art in 1968.

Ovenden moved to Cornwall from Richmond-Upon-Thames in 1973 with painter Annie Ovenden and their family. He bought a cottage on Bodmin Moor with 22 acres of land and began constructing ‘Barley Splatt’, a neo-Gothic building.  

Ovenden was a founder of the Brotherhood of Ruralists in 1975, along with Graham Arnold, Ann Arnold, Sir Peter Blake, David Inshaw, Annie Ovenden and Jann Haworth. The Brotherhood is no longer extant, although in 2005 it had a major London exhibition at the Leicester Galleries. Ovenden’s daughter, Emily, is a writer and singer with the Mediaeval Baebes and Pythia.

Ovenden’s nude and semi-nude photographic portraits of young girls were published, as were his photographs of the children’s street culture in London taken in the late 1950s and early 1960s when Ovenden was a teenager. His book ‘Aspects of Lolita contains prints inspired by Vladimir Nabokov’s novel ‘Lolita’. A general monograph of his paintings, drawings, prints and photographs was published. Many other publications also contain his work . Ovenden’s work has also graced the covers of record albums and books. His work is in numerous collections, including the Victoria and Albert Museum, The Tate and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.

In addition, Ovenden has curated numerous exhibitions, many featuring his extensive collection of antiquarian photographs. Ovenden and his work have been the subject of broadcasts and films, including ‘Lolita Unclothed’ for the series ‘World without Walls’ (ITV, Channel 4, 1993), ‘Stop The Week’ (BBC Radio 4, 1989), ‘Curious Houses with Lucinda Lambton’ (BBC-TV, 1987), ‘Bats in the Belfy – Home Sweet Home’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Robinson Country: The Painter’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Figures in a Landscape: The Brotherhood of Ruralists (BBC Radio 3, 1983) and ‘Summer With the Ruralists, a film produced and directed by John Read for the BBC (1978–79). In 2000, the British Library funded a formal interview with Ovenden as part of its ‘Oral History of British Photography’ series.

In 1980 Ovenden was prosecuted but found not guilty of fraud pertaining to his involvement in the production of hoax calotypes, purportedly images of Victorian street children by a photographer ‘Francis Hetling’. The images were actually taken by Ovenden’s friend, Howard Grey, and re-photographed and printed by Ovenden. Some of the images had been shown at the National Portrait Gallery.

Ovenden’s work has long been been controversial for its depiction of prepubescent girls. In 1991, as ‘States of Grace’ was being published, a set of proofs and a photograph for the book were seized by U.S. Customs and held for over seven months. In Feb 1992, the U.S. Department of Justice claimed that the work depicted ‘sexually explicit conduct’ and therefore was illegal to import, sell or own. During a court hearing one month later in the United States District Court, Eastern District of New York, a federal prosecutor identified page 54 as containing the sole offending image in the book, a substantial retreat from the initial position.

A hearing before Magistrate Zachary Carter was held on 28 May 1992. The hearing was attended by the subject depicted in the allegedly offending image, who was then 18 years of age, as well as the eminent photo-historian and critic, A.D. Coleman. Both witnesses were prepared to testify and gave written statements. The subject of the image on page 54 said:

I have known Graham Ovenden as a family friend for fourteen years – since I was four years old. I have modelled for Graham on numerous occasions – in fact, too numerous to count – for both his photographs and paintings. I have modeled for him both clothed and fully nude, both alone and with other children…. The portrait which the United States has charged as indecent is a portrait of me as I was eight years ago. I am not acting in a sexual way in the picture and Graham never asked me to sexual or treated me as a sexual object. The accusation that the image is ‘obscene’ is, to me, an accusation that I am ‘obscene,’ something to which I take offence.

A.D. Coleman’s prepared statement noted the many artistic qualities of the image which were inconsistent with their being labelled ‘lascivious’. Representatives of the American Civil Liberties Union were also in court to offer their brief and were joined by artists, art critics, administrators and various organizations, in opposition to the Gov’ts attempt to censor ‘States of Grace’.

Ovenden himself attested in writing as follows: ‘Symbolically speaking, we are dealing with feelings of the heart and the human yearning for Edenic simplicity – a state of grace, as it were, where there is neither sin nor corruption. The apple has yet to be eaten. The subject, of course, symbolizes this state in the photograph. At the same time, we see that the attainment of Eden is no easy task: the vulnerability of the child suggests, or rather confirms, the fragility of Eden, as well as its fleeting nature in the face of the concerns of the adult world and the demands of modernity’.

Ovenden may well have believed all this, but it reads curiously like Viz magazine’s art critic’s judgement when 14 yr old Jason hit the big time with ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’.

 

In the face of the subject’s account of her experience of being photographed by Ovenden, the statements proffered by Ovenden and Coleman and the support of the ACLU and others, the government acknowledged defeat and returned the photograph and the proofs. Two months later the book was imported into the US.

On 21 May 1998, censors in New Zealand classified ‘States of Grace’ as UNRESTRICTED, ie. deemed suitable for all audiences. 

On 5 May 2000, the San Diego Public Library announced that it did not consider ‘States of Grace’ (as well as David Hamilton’s ‘Twenty Five Years of an Artist’) to contain child pornography and stated that both Ovenden and Hamilton are ‘contemporary and historically important photographers’ whose work is ‘culturally and artistically significant’. The determination was made in response to a ruling by a San Diego Superior Court judge that a man had photocopied images from those books ‘not for art’s sake but for sexual purposes’. In late Oct 2009, British customs permitted entry of Ovenden’s book, ‘States of Grace’, sent to a customer who purchased it at auction in the US on eBay. The auction price was $350.00.

A year later, in England, some of Ovenden’s photographs were confiscated by the Obscene Publications Squad from Scotland Yard but were returned after a campaign by Lord Jeremy Hutchison, Sir Hugh Casson and David Hockney.

Ovenden’s work ‘Five Girls’ and 29 other images in the permanent collection of the Tate were accessible online until Oct 2009, following the scandal that erupted over a photograph of Brooke Shields as part of the Tate Modern’s 2009 ‘Pop Life’ exhibit.

In 2009 Ovenden was charged with 16 counts of creating ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children and two counts of possessing 121 ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children. The 121 images are all versions or stages of the 16 works and had been deleted from Ovenden’s computer at the time his home was raided in 2006. The images were subsequently undeleted by police. The prosecution argued that these images were ‘indecent’. The defence argued that the works 121 images were temporary stages toward the creation of the 16 works, that those works constitute art and in no event were any of the works created with criminal intent. The Crown did not alleged that the images at issue depict any actual children.

On 22 Oct 2009, after less than two days of trial, the jury was discharged and a new trial date set. On 9 April 2010, after a five-minute hearing, the case was thrown out by the judge as two key prosecution witnesses – police officers who had searched his home three and a half years earlier – failed to appear in court. The police declined to comment and the CPS refused to disclose how much the investigation had cost the taxpayer. Graham Ovenden described the police as ‘totally and utterly transfixed by childhood sexuality’ and himself as ‘a controversial figure and, at the moment, a very angry old man’. The prosecution declined to launch an appeal.

On 19 April 2010, it was reported that the Child Abuse Investigation Team of the Metropolitan Police, the force which had carried out the three and a half-year investigation for the trial, was investigating Ovenden over allegations of child sex abuse. Ovenden said such allegations had been made at the start of the previous investigation and dropped, and that ‘the Metropolitan Police are being very vindictive about this’.

In March 2013, Ovenden went on trial at Truro Crown Court, accused with nine charges of indecency with a child and indecent assault on victims aged between six and 14. He denied the claims. On 2 April, Ovenden was found guilty of six charges of indecency with a child and one charge of indecent assault against a child. The charges came from adults who claimed they had been abused by Ovenden as children. Some of them involved claims that he abused children while they were posing for his pictures. The abuse charges related to incidents between 1972 and 1985. Ovenden was sentenced to 12 months imprisonment, suspended for two years. On 9 Oct 2013 the Appeal Court increased his sentence to an immediate prison term of 27 months.

Following Ovenden’s conviction, the Victoria and Albert Museum removed half of their 14 Ovenden images from its website and the Tate removed 34 of his images from its online collection. In 2015, District Judge Elizabeth Roscoe ordered that Ovenden’s personal collection of paintings and photographs, created by him and others, be destroyed, stating: ‘I have very little doubt that sexual gratification is, at the very least, part of Mr Ovenden’s reasons for making these images’. Ovenden responded to the press, saying: ‘I am a famous artist. I am an equally famous photographer and they are destroying material which has been in the public domain for over 40 years.’

 

The arguments over whether Ovenden’s images were obscene or not are fascinating, although no-one actually grappled with the fact that one cannot control the imaginations and fantasies of other people and that some people might actually have gained ‘sexual gratification’ from Ovenden’s work – as well as other people’s work – that definitely did not fall within any definition of ‘obscenity’. As a quip in Viz magazine said ‘If I sold nude photos of myself as a baby to paedophiles, would I be prosecuted?’ It is widely believed that Lewis Carroll had quite a thing about pre-pubescent girls, although his illustrations and photos were of children fully clothed. No-one has subjected his work to the purifying flames and I don’t think that they should. The real issue is that Graham Ovenden did abuse at least some children. He might not have abused all the kids who modelled for him and the former child model who gave evidence on his behalf may well have been quite correct that he never abused her and that she never felt abused. But he did abuse some children and there will have been people close to him who knew that his conduct was worrying. None of them spoke up and a lot of very big guns were prepared to do everything possible to ensure that Ovenden’s reputation remained unsullied.

Ovenden lived in Richmond-Upon-Thames until 1973. So he was there whilst the paedophile gang based in Richmond-Upon-Thames with links to Westminster and Whitehall which stretched right across London, to north Wales and to Europe was in operation, a paedophile ring which it is now admitted was protected by the very highest authorities (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). It is believed that some victims and witnesses were killed by that gang.

Graham Ovenden was almost certainly acting in the context of a wider group of child abusers.

Every time that a concern was raised about Ovenden, people’s defence of him was predicated entirely on stressing that he was a Very Important Person and Famous with it. He even said that himself. Then lots of other VIPs and Famous People would be wheeled out to testify to the quality of Ovenden’s work. What no-one did was to concern themselves with whether he was actually abusing children. He was.

Very Important People with Famous Friends seem to be very good at ensuring that the obvious is not asked about their conduct. Should those people be Top Doctors, the sound of other Top Docs screaming ‘but he is a very eminent man’ will drown out all other noise for the next few months. Won’t it Bluglass?

Cilla Black was a ‘star’. She was also a personal friend of a man who, along with his Top Doctor colleagues, was without doubt concealing a pan-European trafficking ring which killed some of the witnesses, the ring which included the Richmond-Upon-Thames contingent. Cilla Black may well not have known that, but we really should never be so naive as to believe that someone with famous friends or in possession of a medical degree cannot be a sex offender, because they can and I can name a few who are.

The state has now entrusted the IICSA – which is supposedly going to uncover the truth about organised child abuse – to the very people who caused the problem: social workers, Top Docs and lawyers. Of course not every member of these professions was actively abusing young people, but those professions have become institutionally corrupt and as a whole they concealed serious organised crime involving the mass sexploitation of vulnerable young people. The extent of the abuse that has been inflicted on people in the care of the state could never have happened if the state had not actively helped the abusers.

There is no point in the IICSA and there is no point in all the Me Tooing and the reassurances of the police that the paedos will be caught and ooh we’re building prisons for elderly sex offenders. You’re all bloody guilty, you knew what Dafydd and co were doing and you let them do it. You haven’t got the answers and all that you are doing is adding insult to injury. Excavate those bodies from the grounds of Denbigh, admit what went on so that people like me and Brown no longer have to be smeared and insulted by a gang of paedophiles and their friends and then bugger off and take Buck House and the House of Lords with you. Particularly Dr Death, the world has had quite enough of him.

 

Let us take a look at those who so robustly defended Graham Ovenden in 2001.

Jeremy Hutchinson QC was a barrister who stood as the unsuccessful Labour candidate in the 1945 General Election, when he received assistance in his campaign from Tony Benn.  Hutchison finally entered Parliament as a life peer in 1978 and eventually voted with the Lib Dems in the years after the SDP broke away from the Labour Party. Hutchison went to Stowe School and then Magdalen College Oxford. He was called to the bar at Middle Temple. So he will have known Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Hutchison was in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve during WWII and served on the destroyer commanded by Lord Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Hutchison became a recorder of Bath and then a Crown Court judge, 1963-88. Jeremy Hutchison was Vice-Chair of the Arts Council of Great Britain; Trustee and then Chairman of the Tate; Chairman of the London Historic Museum Trust; and Professor of Law at the Royal Academy of Arts.

Hutchison was born into the heart of the Bloomsbury set, his parents were friends of Virginia Woolf et al. He was involved in some of the most memorable trials of the 20th century. He was a member of the defence team in the 1950 Lady Chatterley trial and he defended ‘Fanny Hill’. He led the defence at the 1965 trial of the art thief Kempton Bunton. Hutchison defended Christine Keeler and the spies George Blake and John Vassall; he defended Brian Roberts, the then Editor of the Torygraph and he defended Duncan Cambell in the ABC trial which was presented as a triumph over the vetting of juries by the security services. Hutchison also succeeded in getting Howard Marks acquitted after he was charged with drug trafficking and successfully led the defence for Michael Bogdanov in the 1982 ‘Romans In Britain’ trial.

The Guardian’s review of Thomas Grant’s 2015 book ‘Jeremy Hutchison’s Case Histories’ commented that Hutchison ‘cherished clients’ who were ‘amiable rogues’. Jeremy Hutchison was a highly entertaining performer in court and he had a following because of his challenges to what was perceived as establishment hypocrisy. However there was a high price paid by some for Jeremy having a laugh in court and some of his rogues were not that amiable. He succeeded in having Christine Keeler cleared on some charges – which in itself sounds great, Christine was a teenaged girl who was being eaten alive by friends of the Royal Family and those in Gov’t – but Hutchison did it by defaming Stephen Ward, who was the ultimate scapegoat in the Profumo Affair (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Hutchison described Ward as ‘a perverted Professor Higgins’ and demolished his character in court. Yet privately Hutchison admitted that he knew that Ward was not what Hutchison portrayed him to be. Ward died as a result of the fall-out from that court case, allegedly by suicide – there are indications that if Ward did kill himself, he was he was given a good push by someone. ‘The Guardian’ review observed that Hutchison ‘had a job to do and he was very well paid’.

In the early 1990s I remember challenging a CPS prosecutor in Bangor Magistrates Court who knew that she was prosecuting me on the basis of the lies of the Top Doctors. She became very angry and told me not to ‘start on’ her, that ‘she was just doing her job’. Had her job been making cakes and I didn’t like the flavour of her cakes, she’d have had good grounds to tell me where to get off. But she wasn’t – she knew that she was smearing someone who was at the centre of a fit-up attempt by some very serious criminals. There must be SOMETHING in a lawyers code of conduct that allows them in such circumstances to refuse to act, even if they are a jobbing solicitor for the CPS. That was the CPS who did not mount one prosecution even when, after the 1991-93 police investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, a file of hundreds of complaints was sent to the CPS.

I don’t know what the name of that lawyer was, but she was first language Welsh, had brownish hair and was pregnant at the time of the case. She sat in Bangor Magistrates Court, along with all the other lawyers in Gwynedd, as a gang of paedophiles fitted up witnesses. They all need to be asked to explain themselves.

As for ‘amiable rogues’ – Dafydd used to joke about being one. This led to Hergest patients taking the piss and making comments such as ‘of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones didn’t murder Mary Wynch’s mother, he was just scrumping apples’. Dafydd could have been scrumping apples as well, but he was running a trafficking gang who were murdering victims. He wasn’t an amiable rogue, he was a dangerous offender.

Howard Marks, that other well-known scrumper whom Hutchison successfully defended, later admitted that he had been guilty of drug trafficking. George Blake admitted to being a spy, so Hutchison had to just go for mitigating circumstances, as he did in the case of John Vassall. Yet John Vassall undoubtedly had information about people in the Admiralty rather grander and more senior than himself who were doing things that they shouldn’t. Vassall was the fall-guy and Hutchison would have known that.

With regard to the ABC trial, that did go down in history as a triumph over the security services and state oppression and it sealed the reputation of the judge involved as being the voice of the common man against state corruption. Which was ludicrous, because the presiding judge was none other than Sir William Mars-Jones, a friend of Dafydd (and Ronnie Waterhouse) and someone who provided a very big umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophiles for decades.

Jeremy Hutchison’s obituary in ‘The Guardian’ was written by Geoffrey Robertson QC, the human rights lawyer who was Hutchison’s junior in the 1982 ‘Romans in Britain’ trial, which was brought by Mary Whitehouse. The trial famously collapsed amidst hilarity after Jeremy Hutchison ridiculed the claim of a witness to have seen a penis on stage during the play. The defence stated that it was an actor’s thumb that had been mistaken for a penis and in court Hutchison positioned his fingers around his groin such that his thumb was in an allegedly penis-like position. The court was entertained, Hutchison won the case and the witness became a national joke. Yet with regard to ‘Romans in Britain’, Robertson mentions that Hutchison disparaged an obviously ‘honest’ witness. It rather seems as though Robertson knew that the witness HAD seen a penis rather than, as Hutchison maintained, a thumb pretending to be a penis.

I was glad when Mary Whitehouse lost the ‘Romans in Britain’ trial because she was the most appalling old hypocrite. Neither would I be bothered if an actor did have his penis out on stage as alleged – it was during a scene in which a rape was being played. But I don’t think that Jeremy Hutchison should have undertaken a massive performance for the court, lied through his teeth and ridiculed a witness if Hutchison knew that the witness was telling the truth.

Geoffrey Robertson QC is the barrister who founded Doughty Street Chambers, which houses Theo Huckle QC, who, when he was Counsel General for Wales, maintained that there was no evidence of negligence in the way in which I had been treated by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Theo Huckle QC’). Theo had copies of the 10,000 documents that I now have. There is documentary evidence of the most serious wrongdoing in the NHS, the social services, the probation service and the courts. In the words of a friend who saw those documents, evidence of ‘serious crime in every agency with whom you had ever had contact’.

Helena Kennedy QC also works at Doughty Street. St Helena is a former colleague of Michael Mansfield and also worked closely with Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School. One of Helena’s books contains an acknowledgement and a thank you to Eastman (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). Nigel Eastman was one of those concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

 

Jeremy Hutchison was a very well-connected man – his sister married a member of the Rothschild family and he married the actress Dame Peggy Ashcroft. He lived in London and in Sussex, ‘the heart of Bloomsbury country’. It was also where John Allen owned brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the area where five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Jeremy’s second wife June, Lady Hutchison, was as impressive as Dame Peggy. June’s biological father was the lover of Coco Chanel, but he was unaware of her conception and subsequently died in a road accient. After her father’s death June’s mother married the 14th Earl of Westmorland and June subsequently inherited a substantial amount of money. June’s first husband was the pianist Franz Osborn, who died in 1958. June’s was a friend of Lady Diana Cooper, the aristocratic socialite who was a friend of Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Diana Cooper was married to Duff Cooper, who served as Britain’s Ambassador to France, 1944-48. During this period, Lady Diana’s popularity as a hostess remained undimmed, even after allegations that the embassy guest list included ‘pederasts and collaborators’. There’s nothing like guests with a bit of integrity is there.

Anyone for one of Dafydd’s parties? I did hear about them, they’re legendary…

Diana Cooper tried to get June and Cecil Beaton together – although it was well-known that Beaton was a ‘confirmed bachelor’ ie gay, Beaton did have heterosexual liaisons as well. He began to take June out, dining with people like Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud. Beaton subsequently proposed to June twice but she turned him down. Meanwhile Rhoda Birley, the widow of the portrait painter Sir Oswald, tried to encourage June to marry Ted Heath. At the same time, June tried to persuade Rhoda to marry Heath herself. Whilst all this unfathomable matchmaking involving Ted Heath was going on, June became genuinely keen on Jeremy Hutchinson – who was married to Dame Peggy – and Jeremy and June began an affair. All the action happened whilst June lived at St John’s Wood – which was where Sir Ronnie Waterhouse lived.

‘In her spare time’ – presumably whilst refusing to marry Cecil Beaton and Ted Heath, yet trying to persuade other people to marry Ted Heath and whilst shagging Jeremy Hutchinson – June ‘worked for the mentally handicapped’. She had previously worked as an Angel during WWII.

My post ‘The Old Devils’ details the paedophiles’ friends who ‘worked with the mentally handicapped’ in north Wales, helping them to ‘explore their sexual needs’. Dafydd’s mate Cledwyn Williams was Assistant Director of Social Services, 1983-96, whilst the whole of north Wales was being run for the benefit of Dafydd’s sex trafficking ring.  Cledwyn was responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy.

Here he is, but I don’t think that I’d want to explore my sexual needs with a man in a cardigan like this, I’d be fumbling with those buttons:

Cledwyn Williams

 

June Hutchison’s friendship with Heath lasted for a decade. It became known to the general public and to some extent provided cover for her more secret relationship with Hutchinson and possibly for a few things that Heath might have been doing. June was quoted as saying that Heath was ‘a wonderful politician, and would make a great leader’. Er, I don’t remember him being that successful as PM actually June. ‘Who governs Britain?’ ‘Not you, we’ve just voted you out’.

The press noticed that June and Ted were ‘near’ each other on skiing holidays in Switzerland; when there were rumours of marriage she remarked: ‘It is much harder at 45 than at 25. One sees so many failures, don’t you think?’ Well one does in the circles that June moved in, but then targeting Ted Heath as a future husband is probably not going to lead to lifelong marital bliss.

Heath accompanied June to the film premiere of ‘The Yellow Rolls-Royce’ in 1965 and to the reception afterwards at Claridge’s. When pressed to comment, Heath replied: ‘We are just very friendly. I don’t think there’s any more to say. She is also a good friend of Mr Anthony Asquith, who directed the film.’ June was a good friend of quite a few other people as well, including Jeremy Hutchison and her mate Diana was a hostess of pederasts.

In July 1965, shortly before Peggy Ashcroft became aware of the affair with Hutchinson (she was soon to cite June in her divorce proceedings), June said of Heath: ‘He has a woman behind him. I am right behind him, urging him on. He’s a most attractive and wonderful man. No woman in her heart could feel otherwise.’

Edward Heath 4 Allan Warren.jpg

‘Don’t fancy yours much June’.

 

Years later however, June said that Heath had never so much as held her hand, let alone breathed a word of love.

In May 1966 Hutchinson and June were married. Cecil Beaton, to whom June had confided her decision to marry, wrote a letter of support; Heath was somewhat put out at first, though in 1971, after he became PM, he invited the Hutchinsons to Chequers and showed them his bedroom, telling them that it was not normally the PM’s bedroom, as nothing would induce him to sleep in a room previously occupied by Wilson.

At a summer party given by the American Mrs John Barry Ryan in the 1980s, Heath approached June to enquire, somewhat prematurely, about her plans for Christmas. After he had moved on, a fellow guest – who was aware of the earlier friendship – was eager to hear what June might say. ‘He’s become awfully fat,’ she volunteered, which sounds like the sort of thing that Oscar Wilde would have said if he was asked if he’d had sex with someone. Although being fat was probably the least offensive thing about Ted Heath.

 

I have discussed Jeremy Hutchison at length not just because I find the subject matter fascinating, but to illuminate the social circle of some of those who have been accused of involvement in organised sexual abuse and who in return have shrieked with indignation that of course they have done no such thing, how very dare you, they are famous and important and their accusers are no more than nutters, druggies or petty criminals. Hutchison and his associates really did not conduct themselves very well at all in their personal lives. It is true that as a barrister Hutchison exposed hypocrisy which is very welcome, but he also concealed the crimes of some powerful unpleasant people whom he knew damn well could use the lower orders in any way in which they wanted, then completely shaft them if they complained and if necessary drive them to suicide or indeed proffer that as an explanation when their victims were found dead. It really is not just all a bit of Bloomsbury fun – it resulted in people trying to murder Brown and me.

As for those shrieking ‘how very dare you’ about this blog, I can only respond with:

Look at my face – am I bovvered?

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And if you don’t all start fessing up and indeed shutting up on the ‘how very dare you’ front, I’ll carry on blogging until I’ve evolved into this:

  • pilot

 

Sir Hugh Casson pitched in with Jeremy Hutchison to defend Graham Ovenden. Sir Hugh Casson was discussed in my post ‘Heart Of Darkness’. He was Director of Architecture for the Festival of Britain, had his own TV series in the 1980s and was President of the Royal Academy. Sir Hugh was a close friend of the Royal Family and taught Prince Charles how to paint in watercolours. Casson also knew Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.

David Hockney also defended Ovenden. Hockney is probably the UK’s most well-known 20th century artist. He was born in and grew up in Bradford, but since the mid-60s has spent much time living in California. He owns property in London as well as properties in California. Hockney has been openly gay for years and his name was given to me a long time ago as one high profile artist whom it said was advancing the careers of boys who had been his sexual partners. Hockney established the Hockney Foundation in 2008. In 2012, Hockney was estimated to be worth £36 million.

On the morning of 18 March 2013, Hockney’s 23 year old assistant, Dominic Elliott, died as a result of drinking drain cleaner at Hockney’s Bridlington studio. He had also earlier drunk alcohol and taken cocaine, ecstasy and temazepam. It was reported that Hockney’s partner drove Elliott to Scarborough General Hospital where he later died. The inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure and Hockney was never implicated. In November 2015 Hockney sold his house in Bridlington for £625,000, cutting all his remaining ties with the town.

Scarborough was a town which was effectively run by Jimmy Savile until Savile’s death in 2011. I have been told by two different sources that the medical services in the region have been completely colonised by those involved with child sexual exploitation and the distribution of class A drugs. Both my informants contacted me after they heard that I had uncovered the same situation in north Wales.

Dafydd has had links with Yorkshire for years and used to hold clinics at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds, which was one of Savile’s hang-outs. Savile visited Bryn Estyn and one boy claimed that he was raped by a group of men whilst Savile watched.

 

My post ‘No-One Is Innocent’ discussed the ‘Welsh Bloomsbury set’ who use to rent cottages in Cwm Croesor in Merionydd from the landowner Sir Clough Williams-Ellis during the middle years of the 20th century. At least one of their victims was hauled off to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh as a young distressed woman with an inconvenient pregnancy and she did not emerge again until she was an old lady. Bertrand Russell was a friend of this group and Russell too was most enthusiastic about the use of Top Doctors to diagnose schizophrenia in and then deal with members of his family who pissed him off (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Whilst reading about Jeremy Hutchison and his circle, again and again I noticed the names of people who were, or were associated with, those who gathered at Croesor. Very little has been published about them, but the historian Eric Hobsbawm, who rented a second home off Clough for years, wrote a chapter about Croesor in his 2003 autobiography, ‘Interesting Times: A Twentieth Century Life’.

Eric Hobsbawm wrote about the souring of relationships between the English visitors and some of the residents of Cwm Croesor in the late 1970s. The Hobsbawms, like a number of other regulars, finally stopped visiting. Eric Hobsbawm attributed the hostility partly to the rise of Welsh nationalism – but then Hobsbawm and his family were European Jews who watched Hitler come to power, which left him with a loathing of nationalism of any kind. However Hobsbawm told me that he believed that a great deal of the strife at Croesor was related to the possible closure of Croesor School, which was for some reason held up as a beacon of all that was excellent about north Wales. A number of other people told me that the irony was that the school would have closed down many years previously had it not been for a group of enthusiastic English migrants to the area who drove their children a considerable distance to Croesor School, although it was a Welsh-medium school.

Other people told me that the bad feeling was partly because the second homers and visitors were well-off, rather privileged people and that was very noticeable in comparison to the local people, most of whom had very little. I was told by one local person who did like the visitors and was friendly with them that the visitors’ holiday homes were often better than the only residences of the locals and furthermore that Clough was prepared to spend time and money restoring the second homes for his friends in a way that he never did for local people who rented property from him.

The death knell for the summer crowd at Croesor occurred after Clough’s grandson Robin Llywelyn sent letters to the second homers telling them that he was terminating their tenancies – this happened in the late 1970s or thereabouts. There was a great deal of upset, with second homers who had been friends with Robin’s grandfather and tenants for decades feeling very sore. They did have to go, there was no choice, because Robin stated that he would only rent properties to local people. When I first heard about this, it all sounded a little odd. Not just that these were his grandfather’s mates, but that Robin was, I was told, a member of Plaid and greatly concerned about the problems caused by second homes. Which is understandable, but as the second homers pointed out, the cottages that they were living in had been abandoned. Croesor is a lovely village, but there is no employment there, no public transport and one can see abandoned properties in the area all over the place. Young people who grew up in the village told me that it was great there, but they wanted to leave and they did.

Furthermore Robin Llywelyn is from a family belonging to the landed gentry who many Welsh people would consider to be English, although the correct categorisation would be ‘Anglo-Welsh’. Clough himself didn’t really speak Welsh, he was sent to a English public school and he wasn’t expected to mix with the local people. He was posh and that was how posh people of his generation behaved.

Then I was told by several local people who had lived at Croesor that Robin was not quite as concerned for their housing needs as might be presumed. They complained that nothing was ever repaired, that the rents were still top whack and furthermore that Balfour Beatty were managing the estate. At the time, one could see Balfour Beatty notices everywhere in Croesor, that’s who you had to speak to if you wanted to rent somewhere.

Balfour Beatty is a global multinational company and it does not have an unsullied reputation. It has been at the centre of a number of controversies and scandals. In Oct 2005, Balfour Beatty were found guilty of breaching health and safety laws and were fined £10 million for their involvement in the Hatfield rail crash. The crash resulted in the death of four people and injured more than 70. Among the company’s many acquisitions was GMH Military Housing, a US-based military accommodation business, for £180m in Feb 2008.

In March 2009, Balfour Beatty was found to be a subscriber to the Consulting Association, a firm which then prosecuted by the UK Information Commissioner’s Office or breaching the Data Protection Act by holding a secret database of construction workers details, including union membership and political affiliations and six enforcement notices were issued against Balfour Beatty companies. As of Jan 2010, individual workers had started suing the company for being on the blacklist. The first of these cases however, was ruled in favour of the company.

Balfour Beatty was subsequently one of eight businesses involved in establishing the Construction Workers Compensation Scheme in July 2014, though the scheme was condemned as a ‘PR stunt’ by the GMB union and as ‘an act of bad faith’ by Parliament’s Scottish Affairs Select Committee. In Dec 2017, UNITE announced it had issued high court proceedings relating to blacklisting against 12 major contractors including Balfour Beatty.

Er – we’ve got some conflicting loyalties emerging here. UNITE, that proud defender of everything NHS, who wave their credentials in terms of their support for Angels at every opportunity possible, were shafted by the folk who managed Democratic Robin’s country estate.

From what I discovered – perhaps readers could enlighten me if I’ve got this wrong – Robin’s Democracy and Welshness really began to swell his heart in the late 1970s. One thing that I do know is that Dafydd and the paedophiles destroyed a few of the local people at Croesor and that some of the summer crowd knew about Dafydd and Gwynne. The Croesor summer crowd were an object of fun for some locals, other people watched them as curious and exotic specimens and they were also the subject of a certain amount of gossip, on account of the nudist swimming, extra-marital relationships and various other aspects of their lifestyle which were inconsistent with what one might imagine of Nonconformist north Wales. Bertrand Russell seems to have done some pretty dreadful things to people and he was indeed a sexual predator, but from what I could work out, many of the summer visitors were quite upfront about their Bloomsburyesque habits. They certainly weren’t carrying on like Dafydd and giving lecturers to the Welsh Baptist Union explaining how learning Bible verses in Welsh as a child can protect one against a ‘serious moral collapse’ in later life, whilst they flogged class A drugs and ran a sex trafficking gang (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’).

By the late 1970s, Dafydd and Gwynne were causing ructions. There was such serious mismanagement at UCNW that in 1979 Dafydd Wigley asked Shirley Williams to hold a public inquiry into the paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans’s running of the college. It was in 1979 that Dafydd Alun Jones illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch and the spotlight was upon north Wales once more. Dafydd and the paedophiles really didn’t need that because business was booming, Dafydd’s associates had opened children’s homes right across north Wales and the homes were all part of the same trafficking organisation. Dafydd Wigley will have known all about it, despite his request to Shirl. Shirl knew about it as well. North Wales was having to deal with the massive problems caused by the Westminster Paedophile Ring but no-one dared admit that was what was at the root of so much of the rot.

Gwynedd County Council and elements in Plaid were making electioneering capital out of issues such as independence for Wales, second homes, the Welsh language and the closure of small schools. These are important issues, but whereas Plaid were happy to flag them up, the havoc caused by a paedophile gang operating across the whole region was ignored, or blamed on other factors. Down in south Wales, the Windbag was basing his future leadership bid on his opposition to devolution and attributing the problems in the schools in Gwynedd to the Welsh language policy of Gwynedd County Council. The Windbag forgot to mention that the real problem was a gang of child abusers – probably because his wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and her parents were friends with Lord Cledwyn, one of the people who had covered up for Dafydd and Gwynne for years. And of course everyone remained busy ignoring George Thomas’s molesting of children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

After about 1977, no-one expected Labour to win another election, it was taken as read that Thatch would be PM. Peter Morrison was by then the Tory MP for Chester and had been one of Thatcher’s key supporters for the leadership after Heath had been shoved out. Morrison was also abusing kids in care in north Wales and this was quite widely known. Morrison was being protected by, among others, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster. His fortune was worth about £9 billion and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth regarding the strategies that he was using not to pay income tax on it. I’m fairly sure that I read that Grosvenor left the Conservative Party after tax changes were either proposed or implemented that would result in Grosvenor having to stump up. People with a great deal of wealth do tend to like to hang onto it. Particularly if they own family estates – it’s not just about the dosh then, it’s also about their history and their children’s inheritance.

Just imagine what would have happened to Democratic Welsh Robin if Thatcher’s Gov’t had fallen as a result of a scandal involving one of her friends and Ministers sexually abusing children in care in north Wales. A Labour Gov’t would have taxed the arse off Democratic Welsh Robin. Some of those free-living bohemians whom Democratic Welsh Robin had booted off of his estate were privileged in comparison with local people, but they were a load of old lefties who were involved with anti-nuclear and other radical causes. Some of them were also famous – E.P. Thompson and Eric Hobsbawm were regulars in magazines like ‘The New Statesman’ and ‘Marxism Today’.

There was someone else who lived down in Croesor as well long ago who might well have found out what Dafydd and Gwynne were doing – he was a young American who was a draft-dodger and had come to the UK to avoid Vietnam. He ended up with the radicals down in Croesor and I was told that he stayed there for quite a long time. He later became a US Senator. Some of the draft-dodgers did pretty well for themselves didn’t they Bill?

‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman.’

Oh yes you did!

‘There was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Westminster figures.’
Really? Just go and ask that Senator…  He could hardly have forgotten this:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

The first time that I saw D.G.E. Wood literally blanch was following the row when I complained about Gwynne and after Brown had his first article published in the ‘Journal Of Radical Philosophy’ – I told Wood that Brown was thinking of writing for ‘Marxism Today’… I attributed Wood looking like death to being dim and a ‘Daily Mail’ reader – which he was, I am not simply saying that to insult Wood, he did like his ‘Daily Mail’. That’s the ‘Daily Mail’ that was unbelievably offensive about Eric Hobsbawm after he died and of course who also put the boot into Ed and David’s dad Ralph Miliband when he died. Ralph Miliband was mates with Eric Hobsbawm, E.P. Thompson and the New Left contingent. Ralph had also worked at Leeds University and I bet that he knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well, particularly as Ed’s Uncle Harry – who’s passion for the NHS was enough to move Ed to tears every time that Ed remembered Uncle Harry – Ralph’s brother-in-law, was a Top Doctor at Tommy’s whilst his colleagues, some of whom were mates with Dafydd, concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

After Ralph Miliband died, the ‘Daily Mail’ published their famously insulting article about him, entitled ‘The Man Who Hated Britain’. One of the men who hated Britain so much that he ensured that not a word was ever published about the rot at the heart of the British establishment that led to people being murdered to keep a lid on the barrel of shit that is the Westminster Paedophile Ring was Paul Dacre.

 

Paul Dacre has just announced his intention to resign as the Editor of the ‘Daily Mail’. On the ‘Today’ programme two days ago, those wonderful old Glendas Ann Leslie and Polly Toynbee were arguing the toss about how much good or otherwise Dacre had done the nation as a publisher of bigoted bile. Ann thought that Dacre was great ‘but his language is terrible’. ‘Private Eye’ refers to Dacre as ‘the double cunting Dacre’ on the grounds that Dacre often strings the c word together when he’s really riled. He hadn’t better do that in front of Dafydd, all I did was call Dafydd a wanker and Dafydd used this as evidence that I was not ‘mentally normal’ and dangerous to boot and then Bluglass agreed. On another occasion I said ‘bugger’, so Dafydd rang the police and reported me.

I don’t know whether Dafydd has ever scene the film ‘Wish You Were Here’, but the scene in which the batty old psychiatrist has the piss taken out of him by a swearing teenager pretty much described Dafydd’s interactions with his own patients.

Poll maintained that Dacre had left nought but a legacy of racism and sexism, but Ann Leslie laughed like a drain and told Poll that the Daily Mail’s campaigns had been rather more successful than the Guardian’s campaigns. Neither of the Glendas has ever published on the deaths of kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales. The Sindie, ‘The Observer’ and ‘Private Eye’ went there of course in 1992 and were successfully sued by one of the police officers who was abusing the kids in care.

Since the double cunting Dacre announced his intention to resign, it has been stated that the next editor of the ‘Daily Mail’ will be another man who might well hate Britain enough not to publish anything about Dafydd, but we’ll have to wait and see – the next Editor will be Geordie Greig. Geordie Greig is a member of White’s club. Other members of White’s include Prince Charles (he held his stag party there before marrying Diana), Prince William and Norman Lamont. Sir Peter Morrison was a member, as was Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. David Cameron was a member of White’s until 2008 when he resigned because White’s refused to admit women. Cameron’s father Ian had been a member for donkey’s years and was the former Chairman. So who let Morrison in then?

Greig is the Editor of the ‘Mail On Sunday’. He previously worked on ‘The Sunday Times’ and has also been the Editorial Director of ‘The Independent On Sunday’ and ‘The Independent’. Greig might well have been Editorial Director of The Indie and the Sindie when they published the article naming Gordon Anglesea as a child abuser which caused Anglesea to sue them and win nearly £400k damages. In 2016 Anglesea was jailed for the historical abuse of kids in care in north Wales. My posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’   and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’ detail why I think that George Carman QC, who acted for the newspapers against Anglesea, threw the trial. It wasn’t long before that trial that the five witnesses were killed by the firebomb in Brighton. Weeks after the trial, Mark Humphreys, who gave evidence against Anglesea was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.

Geordie Greig’s sister was a Lady-in-Waiting to Diana.

CRASH!!!

If Mr Greig wants to stay alive, perhaps he’d better keep away from tunnels and be very careful what he publishes. He’s going to have to be another man who hates Britain.

Geordie Greig: hack who mastered media politics to rise to the top

 

The Croesor lefties could have caused havoc if they’d gone public about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Not only would Democratic Welsh Robin have received a great deal of very unwelcome publicity, but his bank balance would have suffered as well.

Democratic Welsh Robin runs the family business, which is of course Portmeirion Ltd. The most famous branch of the business is the Italianate village which Clough built and where the 1960s TV series ‘The Prisoner’ was filmed, but there’s also the shops, the hotel, the restaurant and the other restaurant. Everything related to Portmeirion is really very nice, but it is rather expensive. Very expensive. Well beyond the pockets of the local people…

Democratic Welsh Robin holds a rock festival every year, Festival No 6. Like everything Portmeirion, it is expensive and many of the visitors are affluent people from England. In 2012 Festival No 6 was particularly proud to headline a local boy made good – Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid, who made it big with the Super Furry Animals, just as the investigations into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal began. Gruff Rhys’s dad was Ioan Bowen Rees, who was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang caused havoc in Gwynedd children’s homes. It was Ioan who appointed Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes as Director of Social Services for Gwynedd. Read all about Ioan’s son’s rise from a schoolboy who practised his music with his friends in the village where I used to live – as people tried to set fire to my house – to international superstar, in my post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’.

I’ll just remind readers here that a Welsh speaking psychiatric social worker was appointed sometime in the late 60s/70s and he lived in the Croesor area. This was presented as a triumph for democracy, because the poor sods targeted for incarceration and lobotomy by Dafydd and Gwynne could now be ‘assessed’ in their first language. Which is important, but if the person speaking your first language is working for Dafydd and Gwynne – who were also first language Welsh – and he’s helping them run a sex trafficking ring, you are still going to be in very deep water.

Democratic Welsh Robin is Director of the family charity, the Susan Williams-Ellis Foundation. The Foundation states that it makes grants to organisations including those concerned with ‘community development/employment/children/young people…’

Python fans will remember the Tale of Brave Sir Robin, who ran away.

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As well as all the witnesses who can provide first hand accounts of Dafydd’s atrocious conduct, many years ago Dafydd declared himself to be a psychopath and discussed his psychopathology live on the radio. I missed this, but a lot of other people heard it, including Jackie Ehlen, the north Wales forensic psychiatry nurse who knows the truth behind the death of Dorothy Griffiths, the patient who’s body was found in a bathroom at Ysbyty Gwynedd and at whose inquest NHS staff told a pack of lies (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Jackie Ehlen was used by the paedophile gang to deal with all those dangerous patients who had complained about Dafydd. Jackie was up late one night, listening to the James Whale Radio Show when Dafydd rung in and talked about himself being a psychopath. James Whale interviewed him live.

James Whale presented that show in the late 1980s. So whilst the world called Alison and me liars and our complaints remained either uninvestigated or were investigated by the likes of Robert Bluglass who then used the process as an excuse to make serious unfounded allegations against us, whilst the dead bodies of patients and kids in care were turning up everywhere and while everyone reassured everyone else that there were ‘no concerns’ in north Wales, Dafydd rang up James Whale and made a confession.

But then Jimmy Savile wrote about making an arrangement with the police to allow him to sexually use a teenaged runaway in his autobiography.

The James Whale Radio Show was produced by Yorkshire TV. In June 1989 Yorkshire TV approached Alison Taylor with a view to making a film about child abuse in north Wales and in Sept 1989 Alison was filmed extensively by Yorkshire TV. In Feb 1990, Yorkshire TV abandoned their programme about abuse in north Wales. Although Dafydd had rung them in the early hours and fessed up.

Dafydd was often up and about all night. He crashed into police stations and even into the North Wales Hospital at midnight to see me and a former social worker admitted that Dafydd would turn up to conduct ward rounds at 3 am. He would answer his phone at any time of the night – which certainly entertained Hergest patients when they wanted a bit of fun – lest it was a celebrity criminal ringing, in need of extraction from trouble.

Here are the key characters from ‘Open All Hours’:

 

One of those who ran the paedophile gang for Dafydd and Lucille was called Glanville rather than Granville.

No wonder Thatch relied upon the services of Dafydd to keep her in power, she had a thing about grocer’s shops.

‘There is no evidence that Dr Jones ever behaved anything other than professionally and in his patients’ best interests.’

So ‘no-one knew’ where Dafydd was when he didn’t turn up to his clinics in Ysbyty Gwynedd, despite him being Open All Hours? Well we service users knew where he was. Sometimes he was at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds and sometimes he was in the south of France ‘with a GP friend’. Because we were ringing him up when he was there. John Allen owned a villa in the south of France where kids in care were taken ‘for holidays’. One day Dafydd started mocking us when he was in France and telling us that as penniless service users we really couldn’t afford to go ringing him in the south of France on his mobile, Dafydd being one of the first in Wales to acquire a mobile. Well I’ve got news for Dafydd. Those calls to France cost us bugger all, because the phone box in Rachub was malfunctioning. All we had to do was put the first few 2 ps in and then it kept us connected for as long as we wanted.

 

 

Some more Bangor University staff who will know the details of the dirty tricks used by Prof Fergus Lowe to hold all the collaborators with Dafydd and the paedophiles over a barrel:

Dr Kevin Mundy aka the Fat Controller. Mundy was Fungus’s right hand man for years. Mundy was the henchman and was so often employed to do Fungus’s dirty work that a lot of people thought that Kevin Mundy was Fungus. Fungus was small and bald and used to sneak around incognito, whereas Kevin Mundy was big and aggressive and would be the one glowering in people’s faces up close and personal. Mundy was described to me as an ‘evil bastard’ and was Head of the euphemistically titled Planning Dept in Bangor University. The Planning Dept was colloquially called the House of Black Arts and it was known to be the place where wicked deeds were formulated by Fungus which would then be carried out by Mundy and his sidekick, the Poison Dwarf. I didn’t know the Poison Dwarf’s real name, he was Michael someone – he was even smaller than Fungus, but ginger. He was Musical, so often used to wear a bandana around his head, even with his suit when he was on Official Intimidating Business. I was told that the Poison Dwarf learnt all he knew at the knee of the Fat Controller and that the Fat Controller learnt all he knew ‘at the tit of Fungus’.

Dr Mundy will be delighted to know that Bangor University staff derived much entertainment from his role as a leading light and a preacher in a church in Bangor. I could hardly believe it when I was told, so someone showed me the video clips of the Fat Controller leading the singing and shaking the maracas at a ‘happy clappy’ church in Upper Bangor. It was fantastic, but we never knew how he had time to do it all as well as put Fungus’s wickedness into practice. The Fat Controller didn’t just sing and shake the maracas, he was writing prayers and holding group meetings, the lot.

So perhaps the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf would like to provide details of how Fungus was going to use his contacts with influential people who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles to fit the Vice-Chancellor up for a criminal offence – after ‘blackening his name’ – whilst the VC was away from the University caring for his terminally ill wife, who didn’t survive the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre, although a member of the paedophile gang survived a very similar illness at the same time and she was treated by the same Top Doctors. I heard from some Fungus acolytes about how everyone could forget about the VC now, because Fungus was going to be the only one who mattered. Oh and would Fungus’s Cunning Plan have been related to the theft of my computer by the brother-in-law of John McTernan, Blair’s policy adviser?

In the light of just how serious matters were and the number of people in high places – like Gov’t – who were involved, if the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf know anything about the letters from my lawyer which were opened before they arrived in my pigeonhole and were then even opened by someone in the Royal Mail when I had them sent to my house instead, please do tell. What about the obstacles and wires that were put across the end of my drive by someone who knew that I usually left the house before dark and would have driven straight into them, had I not been delayed that morning?

Then there was the violent attack on a woman in the grounds of my old Dept – it seems that the meathead who did that thought that he was assaulting me, but he got the wrong person.

Another accomplice of Fungus’s could also explain the background to his orders from Fungus to intimidate my PhD supervisor’s wife out of her job at the University – the accomplice in question being one Prof Lew Hardy, a specialist in sports science and ‘coaching elite athletes’, a serial shagger of postgrads and all round dickwit. You big idiot Hardy, you were doing the work of someone who was concealing a paedophile gang. Explain that to your ‘elite athletes’ who are beating a path to your door to receive your pearls. I presume that it was another dodge between you and Fungus that led to that much-boasted about grant that you landed not so long ago on the basis of your ‘excellence’.

Lew Hardy was a colleague of Dave Brailsford’s dad – the Dave Brailsford of ‘Team Sky’, ‘what doping in sport, of course I know nuzzing’. You all knew about a bloody gang of sex traffickers, it’s how the collection of mediocrities that is you managed to get so far, it certainly wasn’t on ability.

 

There are now so many stories in the media about miracle cures for cancer and dementia and explanations of how the NHS needs so much more money that I am no longer bothering to read them. However I did manage to read ‘The Daily Telegraph’ letters page earlier this week. I always enjoy reading what the Sir Bufton Tuftons and Sir Herbert Gussetts have to say as they write in from Barking-in-the-Marshes. So imagine my surprise when I couldn’t find a letter from a Sir Bufton or a Sir Herbert, but I did find a whole load of letters from public-spirited Torygraph readers writing in with their Top Tips with regard to saving the NHS money in these times of austerity. There were the usual suggestions concerning the importance of returning crutches that one has been issued with, but there were a few more imaginative plans as well. It’s good of the Torygraph readers to try to help, but somehow I fear that their efforts will be lost in the face of the millions that are being siphoned off into the pockets of Dafydd and his friends; blown on IT systems which cost billions, which everyone knows will never work but the contract can’t be cancelled because it’s a friend of someone in New Labour who owns the company; the millions squandered on management consultancy fees because the highly paid managers can’t do their jobs, so the Trust has to pay the former managers who were just as hopeless but who took early retirement and have now set up their own consultancy to come in and ‘advise’; the fortune being paid on agency nurses because the Angels can then work on the same ward for double the money and the Trust managers and a few politicians own the agency, so it’s win-win all around; then there’s the ‘ground breaking research’ which will be delivering the cure for cancer/dementia or identifying the ‘gene for schizophrenia’ within the next few months.

Just make sure that those sodding patients don’t cause ‘a rise in demand’ which will ‘push the NHS into crisis’…

 

Come in Number Six…

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Galaxy of Talent

Readers who follow the comments section of my blog might have noticed that a few days ago my correspondent Lydia drew my attention to a Top Doctor called Linford Rees who had practiced at the Whitchurch Hospital in Cardiff whom Lydia suspected had connections to Dr T. Gwynne Williams the lobotomist, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and other paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. Lydia had discovered an obituary which was enough to suggest that Linford was a creep of the highest order and advised me to do a bit of research on Linford. I have not been disappointed, it led to a treasure trove.

Professor William Linford Llewellyn Rees was born in 1914 near Llanelli, so was of a similar vintage to Gwynne the lobotomist. The obituaries written about Linford are some of the most toadying that I have ever read and I have read many a fawning obituary of a Top Doctor, crawling is de rigueur if one is a Top Doctor compiling the obituary of another Top Doctor. Linford is universally acknowledged as a giant, the most eminent psychiatrist that Wales has ever seen. Much is made of Linford’s Welshness, but like many Professional Welsh, Linford was based for most of his life in London. Which if you want to rule the roost in Wales is what you do – a lot can be achieved if one is a member of the Professional Welsh based in London.

Linford went to Llanelli Grammar School, University College Cardiff and graduated from the Welsh National School of Medicine (Cardiff University’s medical school) in 1938.

After graduation Linford took up a job as Assistant Medical Officer at the Worcester City and County Hospital, Powick, where he received a first class training in doing whatever he felt like without ever being held to account, even in the event of the patients dying. The newly qualified Linford ran the place. He even made up the medicines if the pharmacist was absent and conducted the postmortems – as well as ‘participating in the patients dances’. Linford’s presence at the Lunatics Balls may not have been entirely benign as we will see shortly. The ever diligent Linford found time to examine all of the 800 chronic patients and uncovered a number of cases of syphilitic general paresis. Which indicates just how horrendously neglected those patients had been – although we can’t be entirely sure of anything because Linford was examining the patients, doing the diagnosing, the prescribing, making up the ‘medicines’ and then carried out the postmortem if things went pear-shaped. In between joining in the Lunatics Ball.

Then it was postgraduate training for Linford -the Diploma of Psychological Medicine at the Maudsley of course, where he developed a specialism in psychosomatic medicine. Such an interest could be used to develop genuine sympathy for patients and explore their problems in an interesting and sensitive way, but what seems to have been happening to people at Linford’s hands just sounds horrible. Linford worked closely with H.J. Eysenck, a man so discredited that a lot of people don’t like to admit to having worked with him. Eysenck was considered offensive by many and his ideas considered quite dangerous. His presence was sometimes met with protests from students and there were allegations that his thinking was dangerously near some of the Nazi ideology. Eysenck’s personal history was very effectively used by him to make counter-allegations against his detractors – Eysenck was of course Jewish. But then Greville Janner alleged for years that the people accusing him of child abuse were anti-semitic. Of course fascist websites did seize upon the accusations against Janner and publish them alongside mad anti-semitic rants involving notions of a worldwide Jewish conspiracy, thus doing Janner a very great service.

Rees and Eysenck pursued a particularly peculiar line of research during the war years at the Mill Hill Emergency Hospital (the war time site of the Maudsley) in which they carried out a series of ‘anthropometric measurements’ on all admissions to the hospital which resulted in them compiling the Rees-Eysenck Index for body build in males.

Another charming character with whom Linford worked at Mill Hill was the famously dreadful Sir Aubrey Lewis, the eugenicist and admirer of some of the scientists who worked on some of the Nazi research projects, whose excesses are detailed in my post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’.

Linford’s interest in psychosomatic medicine resulted in him being let loose on patients with asthma, hay fever, bowel disease, urticaria, migraine and sexual dysfunction to conduct ‘pioneering clinical experiments’. I am left with visions of the 1940s version of what many patients with severe clinical depression and whatever ME actually is experienced from the Top Doctors in the 1980s as they became increasingly ill and could not in the end get out of bed or even talk – the Top Doctors bellowed that there was nothing at all wrong with them and they needed to pull their socks up. There was a case in the south of England where a seriously ill teenager died at the hands of the Top Doctors as they reassured everyone that her problems were the result of an over-indulgent mother. The teenager was taken into care, away from that toxic mum who was in despair – the teenager died. Because she was very, very ill. There was a bit of a ding dong over that death, but it was all OK in the end because an investigation concluded that the Top Doctors had acted in her best interests at every stage of her prolonged death.

Linford worked at something called the Prisoner of War Neurosis Unit – I bet he really enjoyed himself there – and then returned to Wales.

In 1946 Linford was appointed to the Whitchurch Hospital, Cardiff as the regional psychiatrist for Wales and Monmouthshire. The sky was the limit then. I never heard any tales of the Whitchurch having an underground chamber a la North Wales Hospital Denbigh in 1986 in which patients who Defied Dafydd were held, but the Whitchurch was pretty bad. The service users wept tears of joy when it was finally closed a few years ago and at one point Whitchurch had the distinction of administering the highest rate of ECT in Europe.

Despite his Welshness, Linford didn’t hang around in Wales for long, he soon returned to the Command and Control Centre at the Royal Bethlem Hospital and the Maudsley, where he was consultant physician, 1954-66. Linford also had a senior role at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1956-78.

In 1966 Linford became Professor of Psychological Medicine – the first Professor of Psychological Medicine in the UK! – at Barts in London. He had already been a lecturer at Bart’s Medical College, 1958-66. Barts was where Lady Juliet Bingley – who led MIND’s concealing of the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales – had her links with the Top Doctors via her father who had been a Top Doctor at Barts and her own previous employment there (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

Linford was one of the founders of the Royal College of Psychiatrists in 1971 – Linford and co were desperate to have a Royal College and one with a suitably posh building, it made them feel a bit better about themselves what with their specialism generally considered to be a joke that no good graduate would consider entering. Linford was the second President of the Royal College, 1975-78. So Linford was President when his esteemed colleagues Dafydd and Gwynne in north Wales hatched their plan with Risley Remand Centre, a number of local GPs and corrupt local solicitors to unlawfully arrest Mary Wynch, imprison her and fleece her of her property because she just bloody well wouldn’t shut up about the endemic corruption in the legal profession in north Wales (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). I suspect that Mary also knew rather more about UCNW (Bangor University) than was safe, she worked as a secretary in the dysfunctional School of Agriculture alongside the awful Prof J.B. Owen, a sheep farmer who doubled up as a nuclear physicist after Chernobyl (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Lest anyone might have shown any reservations about Dafydd and Gwynne’s Cunning Plan re Mary, they could have always have relied upon the BMA to reassure them that they were doing the Right Thing and support them in their law-breaking – as Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) did in the 1980s and 90s when he faithfully cc’d the BMA into his correspondence concerning me, as he and his colleagues perjured themselves repeatedly in their attempts to have me banged up – because Linford was President of the BMA, 1978-79.

Linford retired in 1980 – by which I mean that he started receiving his generous Top Doctor’s pension and benefits – although he remained as Professor Emeritus at Barts until 1988 and as consulting physician at Barts, 1981-04.

In 1980 Linford entered the profitable world of private clinics. He was Medical Director of the Charter Clinic, 1980-84 and Director of and Advisor to Huntercombe Manor Hospital, 1989-04 and its President, 1992-04. Huntercombe Manor Hospital describes itself as being a hospital for young people with severe mental health problems and eating disorders. It also caters for young people who are sectioned under the Mental Health Act as well as those who have found themselves in trouble with the law. Huntercombe Manor is now one of those private companies which are picking up commissions from the NHS, but when Linford was leading it, it described itself as a private hospital. Whilst Linford was in charge, Huntercombe Manor came under fire for the inadequate care of at least one young patient. I suspect that was just the tip of the iceberg, because not only did Huntercombe Manor have Linford to provide a big umbrella but Huntercombe Manor worked in tandem with dear old St George’s Hospital Medical School. St George’s led the field in terms of Top Doctors concealing – or in the case of Professor Oliver Brooke perpetuating – child sexual abuse and the associated criminality. In 2000 a volume on eating disorders was published which was edited by Bryan Lask of St George’s and Huntercombe Manor Hospital and Rachel Bryant-Waugh, of Great Ormond Street Hospital. GOSH gets mountains of good publicity but they do have an unfortunate tendency to become involved in high profile cases of child abuse eg. Baby P. It’s soon forgotten though as another TV documentary hits our screens featuring jolly Angels wearing silly hats and playing with the children, sitting down with a cup of char to listen to the kiddies parents sound off about their stress levels and shed a few tears. The eating disorders unit at St George’s was yet another flagship dept at that institution – it was led by Professor Arthur Crisp, who was lauded for having such an impressive recovery rate among his patients. I heard from one of Arthur’s own nurses  what Arthur’s Secret was – if the patients didn’t eat, Arthur discharged them and refused them further treatment. So Arthur just kicked out the most seriously unwell patients. Some of whom will have subsequently died, because severe anorexia has one of the highest mortality rates where mental health problems are concerned.

When I was illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the winter of 1986/87, there was only two other young women on the ward. One was the distressed young woman who had been abducted, kept in an attic for three days and sexually assaulted who disappeared without explanation after Angel Iola Edwards heard the young woman telling me what had happened to her (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’) and the other one was a teenaged girl from Rhyl with anorexia. This teenager was a patient of Dr Neil Davies rather than Dafydd – Neil Davies was not the nutter that Dafydd was, but Neil Davies knew what Dafydd was doing and concealed the wrongdoing with the best of them. In my own case Neil Davies remembered that I had been a witness to Dafydd’s Doings thirty years later – and was happy to make a note of this on my medical records and continue the smear campaign whilst giving me every impression that he was getting along with me very well and chatting about my publications. When the patient of Neil Davies’s heard that I was doing an MSc in a London medical school, she told me that Dr Neil Davies had arranged for her to spend a few weeks at an eating disorder unit in London, near Wimbledon. She didn’t know the name of the hospital where she had been, but she knew that it was near Wimbledon. This does not mean that she was an idiot, it was absolutely standard practice for the paedophiles’ friends to send people to other places and not tell them where they were. This is very obvious from the Waterhouse Report, as Sir Ronald Waterhouse delighted in dismissing accounts of serious abuse from witnesses on the grounds that the witness had maintained that they had been assaulted in Bryn Estyn but ooh if you look at the records it is clear that the witness had been in Bryn Alyn. If you are a kid from Lambeth/Southwark/Birmingham/Newcastle and you do not speak Welsh and you are taken overnight (transfers always happened under cover of darkness) to somewhere in Wales, all you’re going to remember was that you were in Bryn somewhere when you were beaten, buggered and gang raped. You’re not going to concern yourself with the niceties of whether it was Bryn Estyn or Bryn Alyn, particularly as nobody will have told you where you were and who assaulted you. Futhermore as the same staff circulated between the different homes and indeed the same paedophiles visited the different homes, another layer of confusion was added. And because documents were forged on a regular basis no-one actually knew what had gone on unless they had been at the scene. I have concluded that the young woman in Denbigh had spent a few weeks at St George’s or at a unit attached to St George’s. There had of course been an attempt to frame this young woman for a crime. She told me that Dr Tony Francis had ‘assessed her’ and tried to force her into confessing to the burglary of a pharmacy which she knew nothing about. The reason why this young woman was still sitting in a medium secure unit in Denbigh was although she had ‘got better’ and was ready to be discharged, she had been remanded on bail by the Courts in Bryn Golau ward after she was arrested and charged with assaulting an occupational therapist called Betty just before she was due to be discharged. The assault was a consequence of the young woman throwing a table tennis bat across the room in frustration where it bounced off a wall and onto Betty. Problem solved, once there was a conviction for assault on a Female Angel, no-one was going to question why Tony Francis tried to force someone into confessing to a crime about which they swore blind they knew nothing and indeed were never charged with.

One other point about Huntercombe Manor Hospital. It is literally just down the road from Cliveden, which in the 1960s was the notorious location of parties to which teenagers from deprived backgrounds who had fallen into the clutches of the hands of Top Doctors and the like were invited in order to have sex with politicians, Russian spies and it is alleged members of the Royal Family. The lady of Cliveden in the 60s when the Profumo Affair erupted was Lady Bronwen Astor. Who began life as Bronwen Pugh, who went to school in Dolgellau, whose father was Welsh judge Sir Alun Pugh and who became a psychotherapist in the ashes of the scandal (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Dolgellau was the location of a number of children’s homes and residential schools which starred in the Waterhouse Report, as well as a ‘hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’, Garth Angharad, which wasn’t a hospital at all but a building used as a prison by the paedophiles. It was owned by struck off solicitor Paul Hett who also owned a number of schools in which children were abused. People who complained about the paedophiles tended to find themselves in Garth Angharad (see post ‘More On Those Prisons For Folk Who Dared Complain’). The case conference held about me in Nov 1989 (of which I knew nothing until last year) which was co-ordinated by Tony Francis where evidence was given by people whom I had never met and at which Dr Chris Hunter – who worked at the Whitchurch Hospital as well as at the Caswell Clinic and Ashworth – whom I did not knew existed until last year, concluded that I was ‘extremely dangerous’ and should be the subject of a Court Report prepared by the appropriately named Hunter, was timed to coincide with a visit that Hunter was making to Garth Angharad (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

Linford will have known Dr Chris Hunter. And of course Tony Francis, Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd, Dr Neil Davies, he’ll have known the whole lot of them. Particularly as Dafydd ‘trained’ at the Maudsley whilst Linford led the way there and Tony Francis did a stint at the Institute of Psychiatry alongside dear old Linford.

Linford was a founder member of the Society for Psychomatic Research and its President, 1957-58. The Society evolved into the International College of Psychosomatic Medicine. Linford was Chair of the Research and Clinical Section at the Royal Medico-Psychological Association, 1957-63. He sat on the GMC, was a Governor of University College Cardiff and was an Advisor to and the Treasurer of the World Psychiatric Association.

A reading of the 2004 obituaries of Linford tells us even more about him than the nature of his colleagues does.

The Daily Telegraph explained that Linford ‘helped elevate the speciality of psychiatry from the rather second rate position to which it had been relegated’ – he elevated it so much that it attracted a bunch of criminals who were facilitating a paedophile gang. Linford’s ‘rigorous’ clinical trials originally with chlorpromazine and halperidol and subsequently with anti-depressant medication ‘contributed to the rescue of chronic patients from ‘backwards’ institutions into community psychiatry’. After which they were left half-destitute or to die on the streets, unless they made such a nuisance of themselves that they were placed in secure units. Or of course in prison. Whilst Linford’s ‘community psychiatry’ presided, Dafydd was operating that underground chamber in Denbigh. Where the patients will have been dosed up with chlorpromazine and haloperidol.

Linford was a ‘fine teacher’ and at Bethlem, Barts and Hackney Linford taught students in small groups in the great outdoors in the grounds of the hospital. He would ‘spice up the usual aids for his lectures on psychopharmacology with political incorrect ‘accidental’ insertions of a photograph of a bathing beauty’. Note – not a sunbathing beauty, who will have been wearing a swimming costume – or at the very least a thong – but a bathing beauty. So Linford was showing students photos of women in the bath. Who might these bathing beauties have been? Linford’s wife and daughters perhaps? Some of his students who happily let him into the bathroom with them? I don’t expect so. I think it most probable that the bathing beauties were Linford’s patients. The young attractive ones like the ones whom Dafydd targeted for sexploitation. There will have been no locks on the doors of the bathrooms in the institutions in which Linford did whatever he wanted and there might well not even have been any doors on the bathrooms in those days. The bathrooms will have been communal, the beauties will have been forced into them, ordered to strip off and get in there. WHOOPS here comes Professor Linford Rees with his camera, on the ward round…If Dafydd could conduct ward rounds at 3am and arrive at midnight to ‘visit’ me when I was in bed, I’m sure that Linford could have dropped into those bathrooms just as the beauties were having their clothes ripped off….

It was noted in another obituary that after he retired, Linford took up photography as a past-time. I am reminded of the Monty Python sketch Nudge Nudge, in which Eric Idle pesters Terry Jones as to whether he is interested in ‘photographs ay he asked him knowingly’. Jones asks ‘holiday snaps?’ only to be greeted with ‘could be, could be taken on holiday’. The putative wife of Jones in this sketch comes from Purley. So imagine how entertained I was to find that Linford actually lived in Purley. Although it is a location favoured by corrupt Top Doctors. Rashmi Varma, one of the Top Doctors at St George’s who ended up being investigated by the GMC for coercing NHS patients into donating eggs for private patients, lived at Purley. Linford is remembered for being a genial host at Purley. Yeh, I bet that he had all sorts to dinner over there, everybody worth toadying to or able to do him a favour or worth pumping for info. They probably all enjoyed the porn starring the patients as well.

The Torygraph scribbler remembers that Linford ‘could always put patients at their ease…ask them unthreateningly in his Welsh lilt ‘how do you feel in your spirits today?’ Not that he’ll have been in the least bit interested in the patients ‘spirits’, they’ll all have been dosed up to the eye-balls with the same anti-psychotic, the same dose prescribed for absolutely everyone, prescribed by the one virtually unemployable junior doctor who had ended up slumming it in psychiatry, who will have been told what to precribe by the senior nurse ‘because that’s what we do here’. Linford won’t have needed to have done the threatening either, that will have been done by the Angels in the days leading up to Linford’s visit to the ward. No-one else will have asked the patients how they were, they’ll have been given a grand total of 5 or 10 mins with Linford once a week – if that – and if any of them stated as was often stated in Denbigh re Dafydd ‘I don’t want to see him’, they will have been met with Angels yelling ‘you won’t get out of here until you do’. If the dissidents pointed out that they were surrounded by docile patients who had never shown a spark of rebellion but who had been in the hospital for decades nonetheless, when Linford arrived the refuseniks would have simply been physically dragged into his presence by the Angels.

Whilst I was imprisoned in Denbigh, one of the nurses told me that just the year previously an old lady called Mary had died. She was the ‘last one’ who had been banged up in Denbigh for getting pregnant before she was married. She died in Denbigh in 1985. Everybody knew that she was there only because 60 years ago she had become pregnant. The reminiscing Angel also told me that a few years previously she had obtained special permission to take Mary on a day trip outside of the hospital. For the first time in her life Mary saw a zebra crossing and was wowed by the Belisha beacons. Linford Rees had retired by the time that Mary died in Denbigh.

Thank goodness we had Linford who transformed psychiatry.

Not only did Linford have a Welsh lilt, but he spoke Welsh as well. Probably not in Purley because no-one would have understood him, but Linford did let it be known that he was a Welsh speaker, just like Dafydd, Gwynne and Tony Francis did. The language of heaven! Obviously where Mary had been for most of the twentieth century. How did Linford die? No, he wasn’t killed by a bathing beauty in an act of self-defence, he died in his sleep at home, during a nap after having a cup of tea and a Welsh cake. With the porn library in his study next door perhaps. I’m quite partial to Welsh cakes, but I did not ever see one served up in Denbigh and I bet that Linford’s patients didn’t get a Welsh cake either. They’ll have had slices of Mother’s Pride with factory produced jam on it.

Linford’s talents were such that ‘there is no doubt that his personality had a therapeutic effect in its own right’. The thing about gross Top Doctors is that no matter how gross they are, the Angels constantly tell the patients that no matter how outrageous or unacceptable the Top Doctor has been, it will have been for their benefit. One day in about 1993 I was sitting in the Hergest Unit with the other patients and Dafydd arrived in his Range Rover, parked it against hospital rules right outside the window blocking our view and when he got out everyone started exchanging Dafydd anecdotes. One patient quipped ‘he’s got an extension sheath that reaches to Cardiff’ and after much hilarity and ribaldry, a deeply shocked woman just remarked ‘well he says the most terrible things to you, but I think that he’s trying to shock you into getting better’. Which caused someone to ask whether Dafydd was a Zen master. When I told Brown about all this Brown remarked that it was interesting that whatever Dafydd did, the only interpretation permitted by the hospital was that somehow it had therapuetic benefit.

The now discredited anti-psychiatrist David Cooper had sex with his patients and called it bed therapy. I think there was quite a bit of that going on and not only on the part of the anti-psychiatrists either. After all who can resist a few bathing beauties if any complaints will simply result in the bathing beauty being sent to Garth Angharad and another bathing beauty will be coming along within days to fill her place?

Now just in case anyone might have been a bit concerned that the bathing beauties may have not welcomed the interest of Linford and his camera, the Torygraph let us know how irresistible old Linford was. He ‘had an attractive sun tan. Indeed he cut an elegant figure overall, with a handsome Celtic head’.

I lived in Wales for many years but I did not know that such a thing as a ‘Celtic head’ existed. Perhaps it was something that Linford and Eysenck managed to identify and categorise whilst they were busy measuring all those people back in the 1940s. Another obituary makes a reference to Linford being a snappy dresser and to his fashionable ties. After reading about this Adonis I was delighted to find a photo of Linford in the BMJ. All I could see was a middle-aged man who had lost much of his hair wearing a boring suit and a very 1970s tie, of the sort that the old farts on the BBC used to wear if the were trying to be with-it. No wonder Robert Bluglass told Dafydd that I’d probably end up in a ward for the criminally insane, I am obviously not as other women.

The Toryraph mentions that Linford ‘took a close interest in the lives of his junior doctors’. I noticed at Hammersmith/RPMS and St George’s that part of the game is to extract info from people that can be used against them in the future if necessary and of course with the Linfords of the world it also involved identifying which female members of staff one will be able to have sex with.

Another obituary of Linford written by Hamid Ghodse – to whom I will return later in this post – commented that ‘patients would pour out their symptoms to his sympathetic ear’, that he was ‘an excellent listener and a thoughtful advisor’ and had a ‘great sense of humour and of fun’.

Professor Griffith Edwards wrote in the Guardian that Linford ‘pioneered NHS psychiatric services in Wales as Regional Psychiatrist’ – so we’ve got Linford to thank for that state of the art cellar in which patients were incarcerated in Denbigh then. Edwards identified where Linford’s genius was able to blossom. It was of course at the Maudsley in ‘the heady days when Aubrey Lewis was in the lead and a galaxy of talent provided the peer group’.

‘A galaxy of talent’ ‘under the lead’ of the crazed and deeply unpleasant Aubrey Lewis with his links to the Nazi scientists  (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection’). That galaxy included the dazzling star that is Dafydd.

These people are just quite delusional. It was this sort of culture that enabled Dafydd to appear in the media in the 1990s and claim to be ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’, describing Denbigh as a ‘leading hospital’ and himself as the first person to identify a case of PTSD – it was in one of his outpatients clinics in Dolgellau no less. It also enabled a former manager of the paedophile gang, Rob Evans, to feel able to tell the Waterhouse Inquiry that the mental health services in Gwynedd were probably the best in Europe. The paedophiles in north Wales were leading the field on a European level, but down at the Maudsley they weren’t just reaching for the stars, they were the Milky Way itself.

How did the British state ever manage to invest so much responsibility and power in people like this?

Griffith Edwards reminds us that Linford’s first scientific paper was co-authored with Carl Lambert in 1944 and concerned ‘Intravenous Barbiturates In The Treatment Of Hysteria’ – as suffered by women no doubt. Probably the bathing beauties when the perma-tanned Linford joined them in the bathroom whispering sweet nothings in their ear in his Welsh lilt..  ‘Other early work included electronarcosis, insulin therapy, high dosage cortisone’ – all those utterly discredited things that killed a number of people and left most others damaged for life. Light was on the horizon however – ‘the beginnings of a new dawn with the arrival of chlorpromazine’ and tardive dykinesia with it… Linford was of course ‘a world authority on what drugs can do to help the mentally ill’ – in Linford’s day that was even less than they can do at present which very often is not much, other than send the patients into a sound sleep 18 hours a day.

Edwards remembers Linford’s ‘charm, courtesy and humour’ and how he was ‘endlessly kind to younger professionals who asked him for advice’. I really am wondering if perhaps a ‘younger professional’ in the shape of Tony Francis might have asked Linford for a bit of advice himself when a postgrad student began to discover the extent of the wrongdoing of Francis and his colleagues.

Griffith Edwards arrived at the Maudsley in 1959 to work with Linford. Obviously part of the Galaxy of Talent which Griffith himself identified. I will return to the astronomical phenomenon which was Griffith Edwards shortly.

Linford was an advocate of the ‘biopsychosocial model’ of mental illness – which covers all possibilities really – and understood the ‘importance of evidence based care’. He did of course contribute ‘to the destigmatisation of mental illness’ – so that’ll be why the Royal College of Psychs are still banging on about how they’re fighting the stigma. How can there be any stigma left to fight after Linford’s valiant battle? Robert Bluglass was a leading light in the non-stigmatising Royal College, which will be why he spouted crap to Dafydd about me being destined for a ward for the criminally insane.

The icing on the cake in terms of the Obituaries Of Lies however has to be the claim that Linford ‘was ever conscious of the need to safeguard [patients] rights’.

Linford was a leading figure in the World Psychiatric Association ‘when psychiatry in the Soviet Union was used to persecute political dissidents by the spurious diagnoses of mental illness…eventually the Soviet Union had to be forced to resign from the World Psychiatric Association’.

I remember that day back in 1987 when I was sitting in a cell in Bangor Police Station having been arrested for ‘attempting to stab a psychiatrist’, although the police had by then received a statement from a witness who very firmly told them that I had not tried to stab anyone (see post ‘Workers Play Time’), but nonetheless the police wouldn’t let me go although I hadn’t been charged – because they had received a call from Dafydd who told them that he was on his way to see me, which presumably was enough to justify unlawfully detaining someone. At about midnight Dafydd staggered into the cell  – Dafydd always appeared at midnight when he had ‘come to see me’, there must have been something about that particular witching hour – and I told him that he ought to put his talents to use in Russia….

Pussy Riot!

I hope that the Soviets didn’t pay good money for their membership of the WPA, because if they did Mr Putin needs to ask for their subs back.

The BMJ remembered the ‘handsomely Celtic’ Linford who remained ‘unwrinkled in old age’. We are also told that Linford used to take his children on the Christmas ward rounds with him, even to the locked wards. Now if the patients were treated humanely instead of being treated with a completely lack of dignity and respect, a Christmas visit from some children who didn’t have bad attitudes to psych patients could be really nice. But I suspect that Linford’s Christmas visits to the locked wards with his offspring were rather like the occasions on which Dafydd turned up to work with his kids – Dafydd’s kids were rude and unruly and insulted and took the piss out of the patients. Furthermore Dafydd divulged confidential information about patients to his older teenaged children which those kids felt able to pass on. And being Dafydd, it won’t have just been confidential info that was given to the kids to transmit, it’ll have been the usual bare faced lies. Your kids shouldn’t have really been yelling at me that I was a nutter should they Dafydd? Tch tch….and I have been told repeatedly that people were frightened to complain about Dafydd because he ‘knew personal things about them’ which they knew that he would make known in their communities. Probably by telling his kids.

Never mind, I know things about Dafydd! And they are a good deal more damning than any of the minor indiscretions over which he blackmailed and threatened so many people in the language of heaven with his Welsh lilt.

The BMJ reveals that not only did the handsome tanned Linford enjoy photographs of bathing beauties, but he whizzed around in a speed boat and also went water ski-ing.

Linford was awarded a CBE in 1978.

This ‘patriotic Welshman’ and member of the Gorsedd of the Bards lived most of his life in London, although he followed the London Welsh Rugby Club and his links to south Wales were described as being strong via his family and his wife, Catherine Thomas, who was ‘from Swansea Valley’. Linford had two sons and two daughters.

One of Linford’s sons, David, was a urologist who predeceased him. Another son Vaughan was described as a ‘retired fertility expert’ in a press interview a few years ago, but I can’t find any trace of him online. Linford’s daughter Catrin was a nurse who trained at Barts – where her dad ruled the roost –  but Catrin ended up marrying and being close friends with the rich and famous as a result of her sister’s contacts. Catrin’s sister was Angharad Rees, who became very well-known when she starred in  the 1970s TV series Poldark as the serving wench with a comedy west country accent who married above herself.

Like Linford, Angharad really maxed out on her Welsh credentials. Angharad ‘grew up’ in Rhiwbina, Cardiff but in 1953 the family moved to Purley.

Not only did Angharad become famous and a sex symbol, but she married another famous actor who was a sex symbol – Christopher Cazenove. Cazenove was an upper-class old Etonian luvvie whose younger brother Robert was an equerry to HM the Queen! I’m beginning to see why there’d be no chance of the activities of Angharad’s sleaze bag dad hitting the press. Cazenove’s flatmate when he was young was the ridiculous Julian Fellowes who has spent his whole life befriending aristocrats, so he doesn’t care that everybody took the piss out of his TV drama Downton Abbey for being so historically inaccurate. Cazenove really hit the big time in 1986 when he starred in Dynasty and befriended the likes of Joan Collins. Cazenove moved to Hollywood but jetted back and forth between Hollywood and London to see Angharad. Angharad and Cazenove divorced in 1994. Angharad had a relationship with actor Alan Bates – I think he was the one who did the nude wrestling scene with Oliver Reed, who was never in the least bit homoerotic and he’d punch anyone in the face who said that he was.

Angharad and Cazenove had two sons, Linford and Rhys. Linford was killed in a car crash when he was 25 years old in circumstances ‘which are a mystery’. He was going very fast on a motorway and whoops he went across the central reservation, just like that. I rather suspect that there might have been something about that crash that the Rees-Cazenove clan wanted kept quiet – they’d certainly have been able to achieve that if they wished, what with a corrupt Top Doc as the paterfamilias and Angharad and Christopher’s Lilibet-TV-theatre-Hollywood friendships.

Christopher earned a fortune from his work on Dynasty but spent even more of a fortune ‘on classic cars and fast living’ and at one point was made bankrupt. He died of septicaemia in St Thomas’s at the age of 64. I think that might be another death the circumstances of which we haven’t heard the full story. It was mentioned that Christopher had been ill for a long time, that Tommy’s were wonderful – as always – and that Christopher fought a valiant battle but succumbed. When people die of septicaemia there is usually some info provided as to how they developed it, but not a mention with Christopher. Septicaemia can occur after surgery but in those circumstances one usually hears about it because people are very cross with the hospital. Intravenous drug users are also susceptible to septicaemia.

Angharad married for a second time in 2005 – to Sir David McAlpine. Sir David McAlpine’s brother was Lord Alistair McAlpine, who was Deputy Chair of the Tory Party, 1979-83, Treasurer and a very successful fundraiser for the Tory Party in the 1980s when Thatcher was PM and when Sir Peter Morrison was a member of that Gov’t and molesting children in care in north Wales. Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury whilst McAlpine was Deputy Chair of the Party. Readers may remember that when the allegations about senior politicians being involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal blew up a few years ago, one of the former residents of Bryn Estyn, Steve Messham, appeared on Newsnight and named Alistair McAlpine as being on the men who had molested him. McAlpine denied it and sued a number of people who repeated Messham’s allegation, including Sally Bercow, the Speaker’s wife. My documents do not contain any references to McAlpine, but McAlpine had connections to numerous people who definitely concealed the activities of the paedophile gang in north Wales (see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’). McAlpine will have known what Peter Morrison was doing because it was an open secret. McAlpine gave the libel damages that he received to charity. One of those charities had connections with child abusers, but McAlpine may not have known that.

Angharad Rees starred in many other TV productions as well as in Poldark. The titles of some of them are quite poignant. They include: Doctor In The House, Crown Court, Within These Walls and Hands Of The Ripper.

Angharad was an Honorary Fellow at the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama.

Like Linford who was Welsh but lived in London and hung out with the rich and famous in London, Welsh Angharad lived in Knightsbridge, where her jewellery design company was based. Angharad died from pancreatic cancer not so long ago. She left over £2 million in her will, to her husband. Not that he’ll have needed any of it, the McAlpines are worth a fortune.

It sounds to me as though Linford with his Welsh lilt and his Welsh cakes and his bathing beauties just about ran Welsh psychiatry. So I don’t think that the sleazy habits of Angharad’s dad or those of his colleagues were ever going to be given much of an airing in the media. Various seedy associates of Dafydd – including some of those kids of his – used to aggressively yell at me that ‘he knows really famous people’. Because the people shouting this in my direction were very obviously not too bright or well-educated I did guess that the ‘really famous people’ would probably be off the TV and of course I used to watch Dafydd popping up on Kilroy and the Vincent Kane programmes. What a laugh – just imagine if Linford had invited old Dafydd to his soirees in Purley with the likes of Joan Collins dropping in. I can’t imagine anything worse than being in Purley with Joan Collins, I think I’d rather be in the cellar in Denbigh, but Dafydd would really dine out on such an occasion.

To be honest Joan et al, all I could ever think of when Dafydd’s showbiz friends were hinted at was ‘haven’t they noticed what he is LIKE????’

There is a class of people who are very impressed with celebs and won’t upset them – politicians. Particularly those of a New Labouresque nature – as well as the Kinnocks who’s advisors created New Labour. The Kinnocks who really thought that they were were going to win that election in 1992 and would have done anything to have done so. Including wrecking the careers of a few young people working in the media and in medical research in London who knew about Dafydd et al in north Wales perhaps Neil?

Linford and Dafydd weren’t the only Top Docs who knew Really Famous People. Linford Rees jointly edited the ‘Textbook of Psychiatry’ (1977) with Chris Ball and Maurice Lipsedge.

Maurice Lipsedge is honorary senior clinical lecturer at the Institute of Psychiatry, King’s College, London. Lipsedge treated Diana Princess of Wales for anorexia. I’m not sure that he was very effective in making Diana feel any better about herself.

Lipsedge was named in an article in the Indie, 8 Oct 1994. The article concerned the case of a financier Harry Reuben, who had died of a heart attack after a two year Bank of England investigation into his company. Harry’s widow Sylvia protested directly to the Governor of the Bank of England Eddie George about the bullying tactics employed by the Bank, which Sylvia maintained led to Harry suffering an ‘acute nervous breakdown’.

Harry was an accountant who ran Sylcon Finance, which invested funds at Barclays for Harry’s contacts and relatives. Sylcon was positively encouraged by Barclays who guaranteed two deposits which totalled £500k. In Aug 1992 a new manager Steve Kalli reported Sylcon to the Bank of England. The Bank raided Sylcon’s office on 1 Oct 1992 and seized documents. They returned on 6 Oct – on Yom Kippur, although Harry and Sylvia were Jewish – and froze the assets. On 15 Jan 1993 the Bank had Harry’s sons Ian and Lawrence arrested and petitioned for the company to be wound up. The Bank then used three Metropolitan Police officers and three of its own enforcers to arrest Harry on 6 April 1994. Sylvia maintained that Harry was frail and confused, said ‘let me die’ and collapsed. Harry was then ‘de-arrested’ by Acting Det Sgt Byron Thomas and was taken to St Mary’s Hospital Paddington.

The Bank’s Enforcer-In-Chief Peter Filmer hired Maurice Lipsedge on 25 July to provide an opinion regarding Harry’s fitness to plead. Harry repeated ‘let me die’ constantly. In his written report Lipsedge noted that ‘It was a grotesque parody….He is malingering’. Harry did not see Lipsedge’s report for several weeks. After he did read it Harry experienced a heart attack and died on 9 August 1994.

Eddie George subsequently defended the Bank’s actions. After Jan 1993 Barclays distanced itself from Sylcon. Barclays took £1.2 million of investors money to pay off the company overdraft, bank charges and to pay back the guaranteed deposits. The other investors didn’t do quite so well as Barclays – they received less than 4p in the pound.

Because the Top Doctors all write obituaries for each other, I wasn’t surprised to see the old chestnuts appear in Lipsedge’s obituary of his mate Jim Watson in the Guardian in 2016. The words ‘committed psychiatrist’, ‘inspired generations’, ‘humour’ and ‘scientific rigour’ featured.

Jim Watson went to Trinity College Cambridge – like that corrupt foursome who concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al at the Home Office in the 1980s who identified as ‘Trinity Men’ (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’) – and then King’s College London for his clinical training. Then Jim was part of the Galaxy of Talents under Aubrey Lewis at the Maudsley. At the Maudsley, Jim Watson was influenced by ‘poet and psychotherapist’ Bob Hobson – it was Bob who ‘trained’ Dafydd! Dafydd made a point of telling Dr Robin Jacobson of St George’s that in 1991 when I was admitted to Springfield as a patient of Jacobson’s. After a telephone call with Dafydd, Jacobson wrote to Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s – a mate of Helena Kennedy’s – noting that Dafydd had described me as ‘attractive and seductive’ and that he stated that he and Tony Francis ‘had a soft spot for me’ (Francis was trying to have me imprisoned at the time). Jacobson noted that both Tony Francis and Dafydd had lost ‘their boundaries’ – that is shrink speak for ‘they’re having sex with the patients’ – and that he thought that it would be ‘very difficult’ to help me with ‘the set up in Wales’. Jacobson also told Eastman that Dafydd had trained under Bob Hobson and had treated me ‘in a therapeutic community’ – so that’s what Bryn Golau ward in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was, which was full of victims of the paedophile gang illegally imprisoned and dosed up to the eye-balls on chlorpromazine, whilst they were occasionally assaulted by the Angels and threatened with incarceration in the underground chamber. It was a therapeutic community! The Chief Angel on the ward in Springfield – a truly dreadful Australian woman called Stephanie – told the other Angels that I’d been treated in a therapeutic community, that everything that could be tried with me had been tried, so I was going to be discharged. The registrar Dr Alice Levinson wrote a letter stating that I was not psychotic, that I was suicidal with the stress of being repeatedly arrested by those we know and love in north Wales, that I was to be discharged with no further treatment but referred to the forensic team ‘for containment’ no less.

Jacobson also documented that he had spoken to Tony Francis who had recommended that St George’s contact Lucille Hughes for information about my ‘dangerousnes’. Lucille Hughes was Dafydd’s mistress, the Director of Gwynedd Social Services and was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the children’s homes in north Wales but did not respond. I had never met Lucille Hughes and had never received a ‘service’ from Gwynedd Social Services. St George’s made the kind offer of the use of the social work team based at Clare House – which will have covered the Wandsworth area – should Lucille et al wish to tell them how dangerous I was in detail. I didn’t know that this social work team existed and I had never had any contact with them.

I’m so glad that the daddy of this lot Bob Hobson had a sensitive side and wrote poetry. I expect that Dafydd is a watercolourist in his spare time. Flowers probably.

My post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’ which discusses the paedophile network that operated in the Borough of Richmond-Upon-Thames in London in the 1970s and 1980s mentioned that the Director of Education in Wandsworth had been named as a paedophile who visited the notorious Elm Guest House where children in care were taken to be used for sex. Sir Peter Morrison visited the Elm Guest House and a boy in care from Wrexham was taken there. The Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Oliver Brooke was jailed for the possession of large amounts of child porn – which was stored on the premises of St George’s in the paediatrics dept – in 1986. Detectives who worked on the Brooke case stated that he was a key player in a pan-European paedophile ring. My post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’ discusses Cynthia Payne’s brothel at Streatham, just down the road from St George’s and how some St George’s Top Doctors were customers. The brothel was used as a networking opportunity for professional people with various fetishes – customers included judges, vicars, peers, lawyers and police officers. Cynthia Payne was the only person to be charged. Cynthia Payne shared her house – the brothel – with her friend Lord David Sutch, of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party. David Sutch suffered from manic depression and lived in the catchment area of the St George’s psychiatric team. He became seriously depressed, did not get any better and in 1999 David Sutch hung himself. Or at least he was found hung, it was presumed that he did it himself. An awful lot of people who were witness to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were found dead, having been presumed to have killed themselves. Carole Kasir the manager of the Elm Guest House was found dead, having killed herself it was said with an overdose of insulin.

Dafydd’s old mate from the unforgettable Galaxy of Talent Jim Watson was appointed consultant and senior lecturer at St George’s Hospital Medical School in 1971 and Chair of Psychiatry at St George’s in 1974. Watson then became the head of the academic department of psychiatry at the United Medical and Dental Schools of Guys and St Thomas’s.

Maurice Lipsedge’s obituary of Jim Watson stated that he ‘deplored the absence of training about sexuality for medical students and trainees and established a popular course on this topic’. Now that would have had interesting consequences at St George’s where a paedophile ring which was operating in the area was concealed, a member of the ring being the Professor of Paediatrics. It would have interesting consequences at St Thomas’s as well. St Thomas’s is located very close to Parliament and is the local hospital for the folk of Westminster.

Lipsedge also mentions in Watson’s obituary that Watson’s wife Christine Colley was a consultant and senior lecturer at the Middlesex Hospital in reproductive healthcare. Together they established a sex and relationship problems clinic at Guys.

Lipsedge noted that as well as Bob Hobson, the other influence on Jim Watson was Jim Birley, who like Bob Hobson ‘was a community psychiatrist’.

Jim Birley was the son of the neurologist Jim Birley and was born near Harley Street – another Top Doctor who was a Top Doctor by birth. Birley went to Oxford and then to Tommy’s for his clinical training. In 1954 whilst doing his national service Birley ‘was impressed by the way that deep sleep treatment helped a colleague’. One wonders what Birley thought that he had seen because deep sleep treatment is one of the many discredited dangerous treatments that didn’t work. After witnessing the miracle that is deep sleep treatment Birley took a series of junior medical posts, then rocked up at Tommy’s once more and spent a year working under the lethal William Sargant (see post ‘Dr Death’), just like Dr Death did a few years later.

In 1969 Birley joined the MRC Social Psychiatry Research Unit at the Maudsley as a consultant. Birley was the Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry, 1971-82. He retired in  1990. Birley was Dean of the Royal College of Psychiatry, 1982-87 and President, 1987-90. He was President of the BMA, 1993-94. Now let’s have a look at those obituaries written after Jim Birley died in 2013.

The Guardian obit – written by Caroline Richmond who writes many obits for Top Doctors – told us that Birley had made a ‘great breakthrough’ in the understanding of schizophrenia in the late 1960s. Which will be why schizophrenia is still baffling the people who’ve been working on it for decades, why no-one understands what it is or why it occurs and why none of the drugs used really do much more than sedate people. Pharmacologists freely admit that medical science is many, many years away from developing a drug that really will be effective in schizophrenia. Meanwhile clinical psychologists are trying a variety of non-drug interventions and the last big schizophrenia story to hit the popular media involved theories relating to the immune system. So it’s interesting to read that Jim Birley had it all sorted in the late 1960s. In 1968 Birley and George Brown published ‘Crisis and Life Changes and the Onset of Schizophrenia’ in the Journal of Health and Social Behaviour in the US, which, the Guardian tells us is of course a ‘classic’ paper. The Top Doctors do all tend to have written a classic paper, they have all published something which is the equivalent of Crick and Watson’s paper on the double helix.

The Maudsley passed its long term patients to Cane Hill Hospital near Croydon – those will be the many patients whose conditions had not improved despite the attentions of Sir Aubrey and his Galaxy of Talent, so they’ll have been dumped in the ‘backwards’ of Cane Hill, backwards which the Galaxy of Talent of course banished off the face of the earth altogether as they destigamatised psychiatry and transformed the landscape. In the 1970s Birley established the Windsor Walk Housing Association which was supported accommodation. At about the same time Birley established the Camberwell Rehabilitation Association, which employed patients to undertake tasks such as making fuse boxes.

Such’rehab’ work schemes were inevitably highly exploitative, with patients being paid an utter pittance. There were commercial relationships between the companies who benefited from the patients’ labour – the company paid for the work undertaken and they paid a lot more than the patients ever received in pay. Virtually free labour was also supplied by patients under the guise of occupational therapy. I was told of one hospital which had a commercial contract with a manufacturer of matches and at Warlingham Park Hospital patients spent their time packing paper towels. At Warlingham Park this ‘occupational therapy’ was obligatory. Patients clocked on at 9am and stayed at the yoke until 5pm and if they refused to ‘attend occupational therapy’ they were sectioned. There weren’t many who wanted to risk that, because Warlingham Park was a notoriously brutal hospital where a number of staff were actually imprisoned after patients had been seriously injured and raped. Please see my post ‘A Trade In People – Between London And North Wales’ for an account of the experiences of one family known to me who had experienced the delights of Warlingham Park. It involved the suspicious death of a middle-aged mother whilst sectioned at the hospital, the sectioning of her two teenaged children when they raised concerns about the circumstances of their mum’s death, the fleecing of those two children out of their inheritance by a number of crooked Top Doctors and lawyers and then the transportation of the two by now young adult children to north Wales – where they had never even visited – ‘for a new start’. Upon arriving in Bethesda, they found that their neighbours had been told that they were ‘interested in young children’ and the young woman was arrested by the police following baseless allegations that she had been ‘dancing naked’ in her house and inviting children in whilst at it. After years of neglect from the Hergest Unit the husband of this young woman choked to death whilst living in a ‘care home’ where he was under observation every 20 mins. No-one ever explained how his body laid undiscovered for a couple of hours.

The man whom I knew who was forced to pack paper towels at Warlingham Park to boost the profits of the NHS was paid a matter of pennies per hour. Before his mum died at the hands of Warlingham Park and he was sectioned, he had been an engineering apprentice.

The best story that I have heard re free labour as occupational therapy did of course come from someone who had been a patient at Denbigh. She was 19 years old at the time in 1985 and her therapy was to pack Dr Whites sanitary towels into boxes whilst a student nurse supervised her to make sure that there was no slacking. The student nurse in question later became the nurse manager of the Hergest Unit, Lena Henry. Happy memories Lena!!! I heard about this when I compared notes with this person about our Dafydd and Denbigh experiences. We did end up having such a laugh at the horrors of Denbigh that I received an e mail from her the next morning suggesting that the next time that we took a trip down memory lane we’d need incontinence pads rather than Dr Whites. Unlike me, this person was born in Bangor and went to school there. She told me that there were constant allegations that Dafydd ‘sold’ young female patients from Denbigh to members of local chapels who used them sexually. By the time that I was told this, I had already known a woman who had grown up on Anglesey who told me that when she was a child her father and uncle used her as a child prostitute and she was passed around the members of a chapel on Anglesey. She tried to kill herself when she was a young adult and ended up in Denbigh. The members of the chapel told her that if she returned to the chapel they would not sit next to her. This lady was a long-term mental health patient in north Wales and the Top Doctors were fully aware of her allegations.

Dafydd lives on Anglesey and was well thought of by members of the local chapel. As well as the Police Federation, members of the Methodist Church turned out to give former North Wales Police Superindent Gordon Anglesea a good send-off after he died in prison in 2016 following his conviction for the historical abuse of boys in care in Bryn Estyn.

In 1971 Jim Birley – after meeting David Ennals – founded the Southwark Association for Mental Health. The Southwark Association for Mental Health ran a charity shop and held fetes to raise funds.

Southwark Social Services sent numerous children in its care to the Bryn Alyn Community and continued to send them even after the kids complained of being abused. The local MP was Lib Dem Simon Hughes, who was one of the MPs who signed an early day motion opposing the proposed closure of Garth Angharad, that personal prison used by the paedophiles friends (see post ‘More On Those Who Signed That Early Day Motion’).

In 1971 David Ennals was leading a major campaign for MIND. He later became Chair of MIND and it was whilst Ennals was Chair that Tony Smythe was appointed as Chief Exec of MIND. Tony Smythe had links with paedophiles’ rights groups such as PIE. David Ennals was Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1976-79. Before he had ever met Jim Birley, Ennals had served as a junior Minister in the Home Office – whilst the Home Office was directly responsible for managing Approved Schools, such as Bryn Estyn and Axwell Park, where there were paedophile gangs in operation.

David Ennals brother Sir Paul Ennals was Chief Executive of the NCB (National Children’s Bureau). He was also a member of safeguarding Boards in Haringey, Gateshead, Sunderland and Tyneside. Which would have meant a lot of commuting. All of the locations in which Sir Paul was busy safeguarding had paedophile rings operating in the children’s services.

The Guardian assures us that Birley’s ‘patients adored him…he cared deeply for them, never trying to offload them onto other doctors’. Dafydd used to stress that he too never offloaded his patients. Once you were lumbered with Dafydd, you were stuck with him for life. Even if you went to London to work. Birley was ‘kind, gentle, modest, caring, tolerant and humerous’, ‘a great clinician, intellectually astute yet humble’, who ‘treated everyone with the same courtesy’ and was ‘a wonderful mentor’ who enjoyed ‘practical jokes’.

Birley once suffered a manic episode and ‘spoke quite openly about it, showing it could happen to anyone’. The circumstances under which this happened occurred whilst the Maudsley was being picketed – I’d love to know why that was. Birley ‘briefly’ became manic, feeling that he’d seen the light. His family and friends noticed and three colleagues sent him home with a tranquilliser which Birley said made him feel ‘as if he had stepped into a hot bath’. Two days later Birley was as ‘right as rain’.

The Top Doctors seem to enjoy rather better recoveries from mental health problems than the rest of the population. Other people who experience bouts of mental illness find themselves sectioned and subjected to occupational health reports from other Top Doctors stating that they are not suitable for various professions, but the Top Doctors make miraculous recoveries and carry on as if nothing had ever been amiss. Unless of course they are whistleblowers, in which case they never work again.

Whilst Birley was President of the BMA, 1993-94, he published a report on the involvement of Doctors in torture overseas. In 1993 I was fined £60 in  Bangor Magistrates Court for ‘staring at a social worker in Safeways’. The social worker in question was Jackie Brandt, a social worker employed by Gwynedd Social Services, who had previously unlawfully detained me in Ysbyty Gwynedd after Alun Davies told me that if I didn’t drop my complaints about the mental health services I’d be sectioned. My complaint against Brandt and Davies following these events was never investigated, although it was admitted that Brandt had not completed a report as she was legally obliged to do. Brandt saw me in Safeways one day and went straight down to Bangor Police Station and made a statement claiming that I had screamed and swore at her and threatened her. Under cross-examination by my solicitor in Court, Brandt started crying and admitted that I hadn’t even spoken to her in Safeways. I was fined for causing her ‘alarm and distress’ as defined by the Public Order Act. Brandt was never investigated for perjury.

After Brandt gave the performance of a lifetime in the witness box, I was told by the family of another patient that Brandt had unlawfully detained their daughter in the Hergest Unit and after they made a complaint, Brandt and Tony Francis ‘told lie after lie after lie’. Brandt was then appointed as this young woman’s key worker – although the young woman hated her and refused to speak to her. The young woman was renting a house which she shared with another young woman in Felinheli. Brandt went round to visit. The young woman refused to answer the door. So Brandt called the police, who broke the door down and took her to Ysbyty Gwynedd where Brandt and Tony Francis sectioned her. The young woman was then evicted from her house by the landlord because of the damage caused when the police broke in. So the young woman was now a ‘homeless paranoid schizophrenic’. Two years previously the homeless paranoid schizophrenic had been leading a rather yuppyish life in London. Her problems began when she made friends with Marco Pierre White and his circle of friends. A series of very distressing things happened to this young woman and a Top Doctor was called. She was ‘taken home’ to north Wales – where she had grown up – and sectioned by Brandt and Francis. Who told her that she mustn’t go back to London again because People In London Didn’t Want To See Her.

I got to know this young woman very well during the 1990s and on a number of occasions her mental health would very obviously improve and she would  land herself jobs and enrol on MBAs and look as though she was about to make a fantastic recovery and would talk about returning to London to live. Then Tony Francis would ‘alter her medication’ and within a month she’d be sectioned again.

On one occasion when she was sectioned, this young woman swore blind that Tony Francis came to her room late at night and exposed himself to her. Her parents went apeshit and demanded an investigation. Francis was cleared on the grounds that he wan’t in the hospital on that night and the whole saga was attributed to the young woman being a chronic deluded paranoid schizophrenic. The young woman never wavered from her story, no matter what the state of her mental health was.

‘Lie after lie after lie’. That was what I found that Tony Francis had written upon my medical records when I finally received all of them last year. He’d been doing it for years as well in an attempt to have me banged up, entirely without my knowledge. He had told other people to lie on oath and they had done it. Francis had made a serious attempt at having me transferred to a forensic unit in 1994 by telling a colleague of Brandt’s, a CPN called Bridget Loyd, to lie in Court about me having phoned her up and threatened her (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). I was acquitted. There was no apology and no investigation. Many of the letters that Tony Francis had written to third parties encouraging them to contact the police about me and emphasising how dangerous I was had been cc’d to the BMA.

I could say ‘It’s a rat trap Tony – and you’ve been caught’ a la Bob Geldof, but Tony Francis killed himself shortly after Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. I understand that his wife Sadie – who also worked as a psychiatrist at the North Wales Hospital and then at Ysbyty Gwynedd – told her neighbours that he became depressed and killed himself because of me. I had not seen him for years…

Sadie Francis sat on the North Wales Community Health Council. The  NHS watchdog and patients’ voice!

Jim Birley campaigned against poor psychiatric practice abroad, especially in the former communist countries and in China. Jim represented the Royal College of Psychiatrists at the World Psychiatric Association meeting in 1981, when those naughty old Soviets were readmitted under strict conditions.

Birley was a Fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and was a leading member of what is now called the Global Initiative on Psychiatry.

As Top Doctors always are, Birley was ‘alarmed by Gov’t reforms’. He claimed that the 1989 White Paper ‘Working for Patients’ was ‘written by people who didn’t understand the NHS….had Mrs Thatchter’s fingerprints all over it’. In 1989 Sir Peter Morrison was abusing kids in care in north Wales which were handed over to him by the North Wales Paedophile Ring whilst he was Deputy Chair of the Tory Party. In 1990 Morrison organised Thatcher’s leadership campaign. In 1990 both I and two of my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales were being seriously bullied at work.

Birley was awarded a CBE in 1990.

By the beginning of 1991 the careers of me and two of my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales had been destroyed.

The Maudsley still has a James Birley Unit for acutely ill women.

 

Now for more on two of the Top Doctors who waxed lyrical about Linford Rees of the Welsh cakes and celebrity daughter in their obituaries of him – Griffith Edwards and Hamid Ghodse.

Professor Griffith Edwards  went to Balliol College Oxford and then did his clinical training at Barts. He did his postgraduate training at the Maudsley under D.L. Davies. He spent the whole of his career at the Institute of Psychiatry – which for many years was based at the Maudsley, but it later moved to King’s College London. Edwards became an alcohol and addiction specialist, a ‘major international figure influencing the discipline of alcohol and drug studies’. Of course Edwards ‘promoted rigorous scientific and clinical standards’ and ‘initiated therapeutic communities for heroin addicts’. Edwards established day centres for drug users and help for ‘skid row drinkers’. He introduced CBT, motivational interviewing, psychotherapy and pharmacotherapy for addicts.

Edwards was the Director of the MRC funded Addiction Behaviour Unit (ABU) and he established the UK’s National Addiction Centre in London, of which he was the first Chair and Director. He wrote extensively on policy aspects regarding alcohol and drugs.

Edwards held the following appointments at the Institute of Psychiatry: researcher worker, 1962-66; lecturer, 1966-67; senior lecturer, 1967-73; Reader in Drug Dependency, 1973-79; Professor of Addiction Behaviour, 1979-94 (Emeritus Prof from 1994); Director of the Addiction Research Unit, 1967-94.

Edwards was the first Professor of Addiction Behaviour in the UK.

Edwards was hon consultant psychiatrist at the Royal Bethlem and Maudsley Hospitals, 1967-94 (Emeritus from 1994). He was Chairman of the National Addiction Centre, 1991-94.

Edwards contributed to the drafting of the addiction sections of the ICD-10 and DSM- IV.

He was: a member of the Academy of the Medical Royal Colleges group making submissions on cannabis to the House of Lords in 1998; Consultant to the Presidents Special Action Office for Drug Abuse Prevention, Washington DC; Consultant for the Ministry of Health, Bolivia and Mexico members in the Cabinet Office group concerned with the design of national UK alcohol policy in 2003.

One of Edwards’s many papers was  his 1982 publication regarding cannabis and psychiatric morbidity. One of the Reports of the Expert Group of which he was a member was published by the Home Office. Which at the time employed Bing Spear as the Chief Inspector of the Drugs Branch – Bing who did many favours for Top Doctors who flogged prescriptions for Class A drugs and breached the rules, Bing who hung around with street addicts despite being a civil service mandarin. Bing who was very likely an addict himself. For the background on Bing and his celebrity drug dealer friends, see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’.

Edwards – along with with Milton Gross – wrote the original description of alcohol dependence which was published by the BMJ in 1976. It’s a classic paper – of course.

Edwards was described as ‘one of the few true giants’ by Dr Marc A. Schuckit of the University of Califonia, San Diego. Dr Thomas Babor of the University School of Medicine and Editor of the journal ‘Addiction’ described Edwards as the ‘father of some of the major conceptual advances in this field’.

Like every good Top Doctor Edwards networked furiously. Babor remembers that Edwards and his wife ‘hosted salon-like events at their home in Greenwich that were known for more than their warm conversation’. Furthermore Edwards ‘was a real wine connoisseur and there was always a cocktail before dinner…he was a strong believer in social drinking’.

The Society for the Study of Addiction’s website featured a tribute to Edwards written by Joanna Milward of King’s College London, who remembered Edwards’s contribution to British cannabis policy in the 1970s. Edwards’s rather subscribed to notions of reefer madness. Not that Joanna is one to mock. Joanna states that ‘substantial research has supported Griffith’s views, particularly around the risks associated with chronic, heavy use’.

Dr Peter and Margaret McCann remembered that Edwards was of great assistance to them when they established Castle Craig Hospital in 1988 – Edwards introduced them to ‘leading consultant psychiatrists in Scotland’ who specialised in addiction. Castle Craig is an upmarket ‘clinic’ for addicts. The McCanns also established Clouds House in Wiltshire, another sumptuous clinic for addicts.

Edwards researched and supported a new approach for homeless people and prisoners with alcohol problems. He was instrumental in establishing Pheonix House, the first therapeutic community for the treatment of drug dependence.

Alongside Lady Ann Parkinson, Edwards supported the charity Action on Addiction which was formed in 1989, which later merged with The Chemical Dependency Centre and Clouds House to form a larger charity, still called Action on Addiction. Lady Ann Parkinson was married to Cecil Parkinson, a member of Thatcher’s Cabinet and colleague of Peter Morrison. One of the Parkinson’s daughters, Mary, became involved with drugs and prostitution. She was found dead a few weeks ago.

Professor Griffith Edwards was awarded a CBE in 1987. There’s a nice photo of him available online – he’s wearing a stripey suit and a bow tie and is glaring aggressively at the camera.

Edwards took over the editorship of the British Journal of Addiction – in 1993 the journal was renamed Addiction – in 1978 from Max Glatt. Edwards remained Editor in Chief until 2005 and remained the Commissioning Editor until his death in 2012.

In his obituary of Edwards in the Guardian, Hamid Ghodse tells us that Edwards was ‘a sensitive clinician…aware that the therapeutic relationship between doctor and patient was of fundamental importance’. Dafydd and Tony Francis used to bang on a lot about the doctor patient therapuetic relationship and how trust in such a relationship was essential.

Ghodse reassures us that all Edwards’s ‘innovations were based on research findings and therefore influenced other clinicians and Government policy’ and that he ‘never had any involvement with the alcohol industry’. He didn’t need to – Edwards was the dominant figure in a field rotten with corruption where addicts were routinely neglected and treated like sub-humans by most Top Doctors, unless they had money in which case there were celebrity Top Doctors  who would flog them prescriptions and run luxurious expensive clinics for them. NHS clinics like the ones that Edwards ran were worse than mediocre, they were box ticking exercises in which patients purchased drugs off each other whilst the staff pretended not to notice.

I have only known one person well who was a drug user throughout the years when Edwards’s was doing all this splendid work and the anecdotes that this man related were extraordinary – but I have read similar accounts. He was an archetypal 60s hippy who took just about everything but would not touch heroin because he knew that it was addictive. He developed a psychotic illness after taking LSD and was sectioned a number of times in hospitals in affluent areas of Surrey and Sussex. At one of these institutions another patient tried to strangle him whilst he was asleep in bed one night. The patient who tried to kill him admitted to the staff that he’d done this to the acid casualty and stated that he was going to try it again. The acid casualty was still psychotic but he was discharged from the hospital on the grounds that the other patient was so dangerous that the acid casualty could not be kept safe.

At another hospital the acid casualty was told by a Top Doctor ‘I hate you hippies, you’re all revolving door patients’. The Top Doctor told the hippy that when he returned from holiday he would put him on morphine ‘to stabilise’ him. The hippy was horrified and at least had the good sense to see that turning into an addict would not be a good idea – although it would be highly profitable for any Top Doctor with a line in private prescriptions for addicts – and he actually managed to enlist the help of his father-in-law who was a Harley Street dentist to get him transferred to another hospital.

In another hospital this hippy – who enjoyed his drugs but wasn’t prone to punch-ups – was challenged to a fight by another patient who was enthusiastic about punch-ups. The hippy did all he could to avoid the violence but in the end he grabbed a pole and kept it with him lest he need it for self-defence. He was then violently attacked by the other patient and did end up in a serious confrontation. The Angels formed a circle around these two patients and watched the fight whilst discussing whether a psychotic hippy would be able to successfully defend himself against the ward psychopath.

This man was a patient of Dafydd’s in the North Wales Hospital in the 1980s. He told me that there was a patient on the ward who was supplying amphetamines to other patients with the knowledge of the staff. When the patients suffered from the effects of the drugs that they had purchased, Dafydd would section them for either six months or a year, so they would remain on the ward where the drugs were sold and offered the opportunity to buy more…

It was a free for all. Edwards will have known Dafydd and he will have known the sort of things going on at Denbigh, as well as at other Drug Dependency Units in hospitals. My post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’ describes the rampant corruption and in-fighting between Top Doctors in this field, none of whom were putting the welfare of their patients first. Meanwhile Griffith Edwards and Dafydd banged on about cannabis psychosis.

Hamid Ghodse observed that Edwards’s  National Addiction Centre at the Institute of Psychiatry at King’s College is now a ‘hub’ connecting Griffith’s ‘proteges’ – yet more from that Galaxy of Talent – with students across the world.

In 1966 Edwards designed the World Health Organisation’s alcohol policy and later their drugs policy. He was a member of the UK Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs – as was Sir Philip Myers who was Chief Constable of the North Wales Police when that force was riddled with corruption, particularly the drug squad (see post ‘They Planned To Put Acid In All The Reservoirs…’); a member of the ESRC; an advisor to the Dept of Health regarding alcohol problems and an advisor to the Cabinet Office on alcohol policy.

Max Glatt edited the journal which became Addiction before Griffith Edwards took it over.

In 1952 Max Glatt opened the first NHS unit for alcoholism at Warlingham Park Hospital. In 1962 Glatt established a unit for alcoholics and drug users at St Bernard’s Hospital in Ealing – it is now known as the Max Glatt Centre – run on ‘therapeutic community principles’. Glatt was also responsible for the establishment of the first addiction treatment in a prison – at Wormwood Scrubs, a unit which now also bears his name. Glatt taught at UCH, the Royal Free Hospital, the Middlesex Hospital. He retired from the NHS in 1977 and in 1978 became a consultant at the Priory.

Glatt ‘destigmatised’ alcoholism. So that’s why the Hergest Unit have for years refused to treat patients with alcohol problems, as have the A&E Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd, even after a patient who had gone there for help was found inexplicably dead hours later (see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’).

Glatt advised the BMA, the Home Office and the Royal Colleges. He was the co-founder of the Medical Council on Alcoholism and the National Council on Alcoholism.

Glatt was ‘universally liked and admired’, was ‘never censorius’, ‘seldom gave up hope’, ‘enabled patients to open up to him’ and was a ‘quiet, modest and gentle person with a sharp sense of humour and an infectious smile’ who was ‘deeply religious’. Glatt ran a weekly group at the Florence Nightingale Hospital until his death in 2002.

The Daily Telegraph’s obituary of Glatt stated that when Glatt began his group therapy at Warlingham Park ‘Glatt had little idea of what he was doing’ and after his initial experiment with a group of four alcoholic patients asked them ‘has anything come out of this?’. One of them replied that they had no idea, ‘but talking was better than making paper elephants in the occupational therapy class’.

There was a tribute to Glatt written by David Marjot in Alcohol and Alcoholism. Marjot was another Top Doctor involved in the battles between Top Doctors in the 70s and 80s regarding the treatment of addicts. I note that Marjot served in the Royal Navy – when he left in 1976 he went to work at Barts with Glatt and was his successor when Glatt retired.

Max Glatt had a very troubled early life, although I can’t quite work out how some of the pieces of the story fit together. His parents died in Belsen and Glatt was imprisoned in Dachau after trying to flee to Holland after Kristallnacht in 1938. Somehow Glatt found his way out of Dachau to the UK. Some accounts state that he was ‘allowed to buy his freedom’ from Dachau the form of a visa to South America, where he travelled via England, but whilst in England he was interned. Other accounts describe Glatt as having been ‘deported to Britain’ from Dachau, then interned as an enemy alien on the Isle of Man from where he was transported to Australia on a prison ship, after which in 1942 Glatt made his way to England and ‘drifted into psychiatry’ because he feared that if he entered a more popular specialism he would be deported when the British doctors returned from active service. I can imagine that fleeing the Nazis was a pretty difficult situation to be in, so who knows what Max Glatt had to resort to in order to stay alive, but there is the common theme here re ‘why I went into psychiatry’ – for a variety of reasons huge numbers of people, even those who later were described as giants among Top Doctors, entered psychiatry because they were unemployable in any other field.

 

Hamid Ghodse was the man who wrote the relentlessly fawning obituaries of Professor Linford Rees and Professor Griffith Edwards – although there is plenty of evidence that these two men were seriously abusing their positions and were involved in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Ghodse died himself in 2012.

Ghodse was educated in Iran and in Beirut, but came to the UK after qualifying in 1965. He knew people in south Wales as a result of a friendship he had made on a previous visit to the UK, so he did his postgraduate training at Morgannwg Hospital in Bridgend, south Wales, 1968-70. He then returned to London and worked at Barts and the Maudsley until 1974. Ghodse became the resident psychiatrist at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1974-78. In 1978 Ghodse was appointed consultant psychiatrist at St George’s Hospital Medical School. In 1987 Ghodse became Professor of Addictive Behaviour and International Drug’s Policy at St George’s. In 1992 he set up and ran the International Centre for Drug Policy at St George’s, where he remained until his death in 2012.

Ghodse was training as a junior psychiatrist in south Wales at the same time as Tony Francis – he then went to the Institute of Psychiatry at about the same time that Francis did. The Royal College of Physicians website’s section on ‘Lives of the Fellows’ mentions that Ghodse was ‘strongly influenced’ by Linford Rees when he worked at Barts and that he got to know Linford’s family at Barts. When Ghodse worked at the Institute of Psychiatry his mentor was Griff Edwards.

Ghodse undoubtedly knew Tony Francis.

In 1992 when Ghodse set up his International Centre for Drug Policy at St George’s, five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by that firebomb (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs’).

Ghodse was working in the endemically corrupt St George’s whilst I was hounded out of my job there and then when I had dreadful experiences when I ended up as a patient of Ghodse’s colleagues. Colleagues who were busy communicating with Tony Francis, Dafydd and even Lucille Hughes without informing me let alone gaining my consent. Ghodse’s Drug Dependency Unit was originally located in Clare House – where those social workers who were offering to receive information from Lucille Hughes about me being phenomenally dangerous were based.

Ghodse’s inpatient unit was originally at Tooting Bec Hospital, which closed in 1988 – a new unit opened at Springfield to replace it. Ghodse was involved in training doctors, nurses, psychologists – and social workers.

Altogether Ghodse spent 34 wonderful years at St George’s. But he certainly got out and about and put his fingers in many pies. Ghodse began his career in addiction at Hackney Hospital’s DDU and he also worked as a consultant at Tommy’s as well as St George’s. He was the Director of Substance Misuse Services for Wandsworth, Merton and Sutton Health Authorities and was Director of the South West Thames Regional Drug Problem Team.

Ghodse was Chair of the Royal College of Psychiatrists Substance Misuse Section, 1990-94. I was working at St George’s whilst Ghodse Chaired that section – and by 1994, the agreement whereby Dafydd would be allowed to retire without any of the serious complaints about him being followed up and would also be given the contract for providing substance misuse services for north Wales had been thrashed out (see post ‘The Evolution of a Drugs Baron?’).

Ghodse was Vice-President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, 2000-02. Whilst the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ghodse was non-executive director of the National Patient Safety Agency, 2001-to his death. He was Chairman of Higher Degrees in Psychiatry, University of London, 2003-until his death.

Ghodse was an advisor to the Department of Health and to the NHS Ombudsman. He was elected as President of the UN International Narcotics Control Board 11 times. That Board monitors countries adherence to drug conventions.

Vanessa Cameron, the Chief Executive of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, described this big time crook as ‘the wise elder statesman par excellence’.

Ghodse’s wife Barbara Ghodse whom he married in 1973 was a Top Doctor who went into hospital management. In fact Barbara Ghodse was or still is the service contracts manager for St George’s Healthcare NHS Trust.

A measure of Hamid Ghodse’s success as a Top Doctor was suggested by his former colleague Dr Jill Treganza who ran the DDU at St George’s with him. Treganza observed that when they first set up the DDU, she and Hamid would joke about managing over 100 patients with just one part-time nurse to help them. Hamid built the DDU up into a university department of addiction behaviour with over 200 staff, over 85 of them in the academic unit.

Now how ever did Hamid manage to do that?

 

After Hamid Ghodse died, a memorial service was held as a ‘celebration of Hamid’s life’. In attendance were: Prof Peter Kopelman, Principal, St George’s; Jill Treganza; Prof Dinash Bughra; Prof Fabrizio Schifano; Prof Sue Bailey; Dr N. Baghaei-Yazdi; Baroness Sheila Hollins; Prof Ilana Crome.

All together now, in memory of Hamid – ‘We didn’t know’.

 

Before I leave the topic of the festering cess-pit of corruption that is St George’s with its Top Doctors who were concealing paedophile rings which were linked to gangsters involved in large scale drug importation and dealing as well as child porn, there is one person who needs to make her way to the nearest police station and fess up. That is Deb Everard, the vile manipulative laboratory technician who caused such huge problems at St George’s but who never faced disciplinary action, no matter how dreadful her conduct. Everard was a Conservative Councillor in Edmonton and although she was a Tory she ruthless used the corrupt MSF reps in St George’s to keep herself out of trouble. Everard knew about Oliver Brooke the paedophile professor as well as mountains of other wrongdoing. St George’s was the centre of a major crime ring with international links – this is not about a daft old bat like you falling out with everyone Deb, this is about drug barons and child traffickers you stupid cow. Get down the police station now.

Now for a bit more information on Alice Mahon, the Labour MP who blew the whistle on the gross abuses at Ashworth Hospital, but which were then blamed on the patients and used to justify New Labour becoming even more oppressive and punitive towards people with mental health problems (see post ‘Security, Security’).

Alice Mahon was Labour MP for Halifax, 1987-05. She was on left of the party and member of the Socialist Campaign Group. Mahon resigned from the Labour Party in April 2009 because of her disgust at the plans of Gordon’s aide Damien McBride and Derek Draper’s plans to smear leading Tories.

Mahon went to grammar school in Halifax and after leaving school worked as an NHS nursing auxillary for ten years. She was born in 1937 so presumably she began working for the NHS in the mid-late 1950s. In 1979 Mahon graduated from Bradford University with a BA in Social Policy and then taught trade union studies at Bradford College, 1980-87. She was also a Councillor on Calderdale Council. By the time that Mahon resigned from the Labour Party in 2009 she had been a member for over 50 years. She campaigned on women’s rights, abortion rights and gay rights – all of which were systematically breached by the NHS whilst Mahon worked in it and for many years afterwards. Mahon was based in a region of the country where a paedophile gang targeted children in care – we’re talking Yorkshire, Jimmy Savile ruled supreme – where two psychiatrists raped and molested female patients over decades with the knowledge of other NHS colleagues across the whole of Yorkshire but were not even investigated until they had nearly reached retirement (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal’) and where there was serious endemic corruption in the police. Bradford – anyone remember Peter Sutcliffe and the police not giving a toss for years because he was only murdering prostitutes?

Things were no better in that neck of the woods even during the later years of Mahon’s Parliamentary career. I have been friends with two people who have lived and worked in the Bradford area for the last thirteen years or so. The mental health services in Bradford rival those in north Wales for sheer fuckwittery and negligence – a zenith was reached in 2010 with the activities of the Crossbow Cannibal Killer – and for their ability to exterminate vulnerable people. The Airedale NHS Trust had a problem a with an Angel killing some of the patients by lethal injection. The corrupt expert witness whom I encountered some years ago Robert Kehoe (see post ‘A Very Succinct E Mail From A Reader’) was Clinical Director of Airedale at the time of the murdering Angel. Kehoe is now Medical Director of the enormous US based private healthcare company Cygnet, has a Harley Street practice from where he continues to provide expert witness reports and still keeps a finger in the NHS pie in West Yorkshire. People working in the NHS in  Bradford knew many years ago that there was a high rate of genetically inherited problems as a result of marriages between first cousins and that the mortality rate for baby girls was inexplicably high. Neither problems were made public – although Bradford has finally got around to providing genetic counselling for first cousins who marry – because these matters affected certain groups in the south Asian community and people were terrified of providing ammunition for the BNP which held seats on the Council. Then there was the huge problem of the grooming and trafficking of youngsters in care by criminal gangs. The Labour MP for Keighley Anne Cryer tried for years to draw attention to the problem of forced marriages and honour killings and was denounced as a racist.

The health and welfare section of Bradford University was so dysfunctional that it was known as ‘health and warfare’ by  staff working in other parts of the university. The crowning achievement of the Health and Warfare department was the naked race hatred shown towards one of nursing lecturers – who was black – by her fellow Angels. It culminated in someone posting up a picture of a monkey on her office door. Were any Angels dismissed or even disciplined? No. The settlement arranged with the union was that the Angel who had been the subject of this vile behaviour would be given a Chair – although she had neither the experience or research record to warrant such a position. Academics in other institutions couldn’t work out why there was a professor at Bradford with such a weak CV…

This was all facilitated by the NHS and social services and Mahon will have known about it. She does not seem to have uttered a word. So what about Mahon’s role in exposing the horrors of the Personality Disorder Unit at Ashworth Hospital in 2007, as detailed in my post ‘Security, Security’? Well she obviously did take up the case in 2006 when her constituents who were the parents of the Ashworth patient who alleged that such appalling things were happening approached her, but after the Fallon Inquiry everything was blamed on Dangerous Nutters who had ‘taken over’ the institution rather than anyone admitting that the root of the problem was that Ashworth was rotten to the core and run by Top Doctors who were concealing a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire and ‘nurses’ who were members of the POA and National Front.

If Alice Mahon had wanted to finish the Tories off, she could have – by telling the truth about Ashworth Hospital, because the truth about Sir Peter Morrison’s role in the north Wales paedophile gang would have emerged as well as the enormous lengths to which the Tories had gone for years to keep it quiet. Ah – but that would have meant admitting exactly what had been going on in the NHS and what had happened to me and others at its hands and like everyone in the Labour Party Alice is passionate about the NHS. As was Alice’s leader Kinnock. The Kinnock who knew what was happening to us in north Wales – and who also knew about George Thomas and a few others on his doorstep in south Wales. The Kinnock who went to university with Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) – who was one of the Top Doctors who concealed the north Wales paedophile gang – and who was married to Glenys from north Wales whose parents were friendly with the likes of Lord Cledwyn who had concealed the paedophile ring years previously. The Kinnock who knew damn well that Michael Carr didn’t survive a visit to Walton Hospital after he dared take on Militant (see post ‘News From Sicily’). The Militant whom Kinnock so bravely fought by shouting the odds at Derek Hatton at the Labour Party Conference in 1986.

Comrade Alice really hated New Labour and before she resigned from the Party said that she was ‘dismayed’ at the impotency of the Gov’t in tacking the financial institutions. Had Alice et al had been a little more honest, less self-interested and had not been doing deals with Top Doctors involved in serious crime, they could have given Capitalism a good kick in the groin. How? By exposing the leading role that Sir Robin Butler, Thatcher’s Principal Private Secretary, 1982-85 and Cabinet Secretary played in concealing the paedophile gang and the mountain of associated crap. The Sir Robin who in 1969 had been seconded to the Bank of England and a number of City institutions and who was a founder member of the Central Policy Review Staff under Lord Rothschild, 1971-72. After a series of senior appointments at the Treasury, Butler was second Permanent Secretary for Public Expenditure, 1985-87. Whilst Thatcher was Education Secretary in Ted Heath’s Gov’t, she supported Lord Rothschild’s 1971 proposal for market forces to affect Gov’t funding for research.

Sadlly Nurse Alice knew best and the one thing that we mustn’t do is listen to psychiatric patients telling stories about Top Doctors because they don’t know their own minds do they….

You fucking idiot Alice. Nurse knows best which is why it’s such a mess. And why five witnesses were killed by a firebomb days after the Tories won the 1992 General Election (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs).

I have mentioned in previous posts how I and others who dared challenge the paedophiles’ friends found it nigh-on impossible to gain NHS treatment. I’m delighted to report that at the time that Alice was resigning from the Labour Party in disgust at Gordon, Alice campaigned for someone who had been denied NHS treatment – one Alice Mahon. Had Alice been unlawfully refused treatment for life-threatening illnesses/told that she was mentally ill when she had cluster headaches and then refused pain relief/told to go and lie on her bed by Angels when she had a kidney stone/refused treatment for a head wound incurred in a car crash/gone into hospital to give birth as a healthy woman after a problem free pregnancy and come out with a dead baby or any of the other fun things that happened to me and others? No. Alice began a campaign because she was suffering from AMD (age-related macular degeneration) and her GP had refused to prescribe the drug that she wanted. Alice employed the services of clinical negligence specialists Irwin Mitchell and in 2007 threatened to take Calderdale PCT and Kirklees PCT to the High Court. Just to ram home her point, eventually Alice invited the press to her London house – as opposed to her other house in Yorkshire – and explained to them that because she her request for AMD treatment on the NHS had been turned down, she was having to let out her London home to fund the treatment herself. Alice’s press conference took place after she left Parliament.

The PCT later clarified the situation. The drug that Alice was requesting had not yet been approved by NICE, but if a patient’s doctor felt that it was the right treatment for them and chose to prescribe it, it was available on the NHS. So presumably Alice’s doctor felt that her particular condition was not going to benefit from the drug that she was requesting.

During Alice’s campaign she argued that the cost of the support that patients with AMD need as they gradually lose their sight in terms of treatments for injuries as a result of falls etc far exceeds the cost of the AMD drug which was actually available on the NHS if a Top Doctor chose to prescribe it. Alice was no doubt quite right about that. In much the same way that framing innocent patients for offences that they have not committed and then banging them up for many years in Ashworth at the cost of several thousand pounds per week before they are eventually beaten to death by the Angels who have joined the National Front and then commissioning Robert Bluglass to investigate the murder along with one of Dafydd’s Angels is far more expensive than treating them for whichever manageable mental health problem they had experienced in the first place before they had the misfortune to be referred to Dafydd or Tony Francis et al.

In 2009 it was revealed in the Parliamentary expenses scandal that in 2001 Alice had claimed £20k to repay a loan which she had taken out in order to buy some new doors for her house in London. It was discovered in 2004 that Alice’s claim fell outside the rules but because no-one noticed when Alice did it, they let her off. Alice still owned the house in question in 2009 two years after she had left the Commons. It was the legendary house that Alice had been forced to let out to pay for the NHS treatment that would not have helped her condition – the treatment that Alice claimed to have paid £5,325 for and was the basis of her proposed High Court action. The basis of Alice’s proposed High Court action was that the NHS had breached her human rights. She was quoted as saying ‘I have been an ardent supporter of the NHS all my life and now I feel totally let down’. Anyone for representing the human rights of patients who have been sitting in the secure hospitals for twenty years because when they were young they were deemed to be psychopaths after telling Wicked Lies about being sexually exploited by social workers or Top Doctors? Cherie? Mr Mansfield? St Helena Kennedy? Anyone????

Before she resigned from Parliament, Alice appeared as a defence witness for Slobodan Milosevic after he was indicted for war crimes. No, I am not taking the piss, she did. Presumably her eye-sight really was going downhill. Perhaps Alice should have spent that £5,325 of tax-payers money at the natural healing clinic of Slobodan’s fellow war criminal, Radovan Karadizic, a psychiatrist and Top Doctor who gave lectures at European conferences when he ‘went into hiding’ and ‘couldn’t be found’. Even though he was spotted by a BBC correspondent getting out of a red Merc in broad daylight.

Alice was Vice-President and is a Patron of the Stop The War Coalition. Stop the War was established in Sept 2001 after Lindsey German – who was then in the SWP – Chaired a public meeting of the Concerned. Lindsey German became the convenor of Stop the War. Others involved included George Galloway (Vice-President) who plants an incendiary device wherever he pauses, Tam Dalyell (Vice-President), who wrote many toadying obituaries of politicians who concealed child abuse and Harold Pinter. The President of Stop the War, 2001-14, was Tony Benn. Who when I wrote to him concerning matters north Wales did reply but simply said ‘sorry, mental health is not my area’. Yes, but bringing down capitalism was and all Tony needed to have done was to start digging re Thatcher, Sir Robin and the rest of the gang who introduced Reagan’s neoliberal experiment to Europe. But there we are, Viscount Stansgate was mates with them all at St Thomas’s, that bastion of inequality in the London medical establishment where people from titled families choose to study if they’re going into medicine. Who can afford to rock the boat for the sake of kids in care and psych patients when one can be filmed marching through central London with a megaphone leading thousands of Angels carrying banners saying ‘Save Our NHS’, accompanied by well-paid although tired junior doctors wearing their scrubs pushing beds and trolleys? Tommy’s has now merged with Guys. A former Top Doctor at Guys, Professor Harry Keen, was the uncle of Ed and David Miliband. Harry Keen’s memorial service was held at Guys. So presumably with their uncle having been a leading light at Guys Ed and David know exactly how that establishment carries on. It’s not a democratic place is it Ed? Did your Uncle Professor Harry know Professor Jim Watson then, the associate of Dafydd’s and the ‘sex therapist’ who spent years working at St George’s where his dept concealed a paedophile ring? If those who Save Lives wanted to attend Ed’s uncle’s memorial service they’d have had to have cancelled their Harley Street clinics for the day.

Louise Christian, a ‘human rights solicitor since 1978’ and ‘campaigning lawyer’, was a Vice-President of Stop The War. Louise established the law firm Christian Fisher in 1985. One of their early cases was representing 49 Liverpool Councillors who were prosecuted for wilful misconduct – so that’ll have been Mr Hatton et al who did battle with the pillock Kinnock whilst Walton Hospital finished off Michael Carr and absolutely everybody ignored what was going on down the road at Moss Side and Park Lane Hospitals (see post ‘Security, Security’). Sadiq Khan joined Christian Fisher as a trainee in 1994 and in 1997 became a partner, the firm then evolving into Christian Khan. The Sadiq who knows what happens to people in the care of the mental health services because he took on the case of David ‘Rocky’ Bennett who was murdered ooh I mean restrained whilst in the care of the NHS in 1998. Sadiq did that one case and didn’t dip his toe into such waters again- but the death of Rocky alone will have left Sadiq in no doubt about the lies and the character assasinations to which the NHS routinely resorts when it has been caught participating in the highest levels of naughtiness. The only reason Rocky’s death was ever investigated at all was because his sister was a Top Doctor and fought tooth and nail – that will have taken the Angels by surprise, Black Paranoid Schizophrenics aren’t expected to have sisters who are Top Doctors. In 2010 Christian Khan merged with Imran Khan and Partners. Louise was Chair of Liberty, 2007-09, which in its previous incarnation had those embarrassing links with PIE…

The Chair of Stop the War until 2011 was Andrew Murray, a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain. Murray is an old mate of Seamus Milne, they both enjoyed being Stalinists together. In 2003 Murray defended the regime which runs North Korea. Andrew worked for the TGWU, 1987-98 and then again from 2003 – it’s those NHS unions again. In 2010 Murray was involved Len McCluskey’s successful campaign to be General Secretary of UNITE – there they are again….

In 2011 Murray stepped down as Chair of Stop The War because he became  Chief of Staff of UNITE. A man called Jeremy Corbyn took over as Chair of Stop The War in Sept 2011. The Jeremy whom I really do not find half as offensive as many of his colleagues, but Jeremy did know what was happening to those kids on his home turf of Islington at the hands of the paedophile gang that operated in the children’s homes run by Islington Council…Jeremy is busy demanding more money for the NHS at the moment – along with the bloated managerialists running the NHS who are making a killing (so to speak) and the Top Doctors, including those who run Harley Street practices alongside their NHS work and who are sometimes raking in eye-watering amounts of money. Jeremy – pop along to Harley Street with John McDonnell sometime for a bit of fieldwork and take Brother Len with you. Some of those Rollers that you see parked outside the buildings belong to NHS consultants. We are not talking excellent hard working doctors being fairly rewarded here, we are talking taking the piss big time.

By Nov 2016 Murray had joined the Labour Party and in May 2017 it was revealed that he had been seconded by UNITE to the Labour HQ during the 2017 General Election campaign.

The incident which led to Mahon giving up on the Labour Party after more than 50 years of blind loyalty to the NHS is worth looking at in a bit of detail. The matter which so incensed Mahon was the plan cooked up by Damien McBride to set up a website which would run stories smearing the character of prominent Tories, including Cameron and his Samantha, as well as George Osborne and his wife Frances. Mahon mentioned that her stepdaughter was horrified to think that McPoison and his partner in crime Derek Draper could even think of smearing Cameron and Sam because they had a severely disabled child. That was Ivan – who was ruthlessly used by Cameron and Samantha to convince everyone that the NHS was safe with Cameron because what with Ivan Sam and Dave Know How It Is. Except that Sam n Dave are millionaires and could afford the care and respite that keep parents free of exhaustion and sometimes even suicide when they have a severely disabled child. Alice knows as well as I do that the NHS doesn’t provide that.

Whilst I don’t think that McPoison’s idea to throw mud that he knew to be untrue at leading Tories was a good one, Mahon might be surprised to know that some years ago I was told by a close friend of Professor Dylan Jones-Evans, advisor to the Welsh Conservative Party, that he had a Cunning Plan to ‘blacken the character’ of a public figure in north Wales. I was told that Dylan had stated that he had to do this because the person concerned ‘hadn’t done anything wrong’ so there was no real mud to throw. So what had this person done to so mortally offend Dylan? He was a supporter of the Welsh Labour Party. Why did Dylan think that a bag of venom thrown in this person’s direction would prove effective? Because this person’s spouse had just died of a brain tumour – after they were told by the Walton Centre that the tumour was inoperable – and the stress of that had left the person concerned ‘on their last legs’ according to Dylan. I was interested in that inoperable tumour. Because that inoperable tumour was diagnosed some time after the spouse of the person with that tumour and a close friend of theirs had dared take on the paedophiles’ friends, some of whom are Top Doctors with links to the Walton Centre (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’). At pretty much the same time, another person whom I knew in north Wales was also diagnosed with a brain tumour and treated at Walton. They were a social worker who had worked with the paedophile gang, as was their spouse. The colleague of the paedophile gang made a full recovery. It is possible that the paedophiles’ colleague really did have a tumour with a better prognosis – but I know what the Top Doctors get up to…

Sometime before these brain tumours were diagnosed Dylan found out that I had acquired a stack of incriminating documentation from my medical files demonstrating the serious criminality involved – everyone knew what was happening to me at the hands of the NHS and social services in north Wales, it had become public knowledge. I received a message from someone close to Dylan who told me that Dylan wanted to help me and perhaps I’d like to share my evidence with him. I remembered very clearly who flatly refused to help me when it all began – Keith Best and Wyn Roberts, two corrupt Thatcherite Tories in the Welsh Office. I decided that I could do without Dylan’s assistance and hung on to my evidence. Then my computer was stolen by John McTernan’s brother-in-law (see post ‘News From Sicily’).  Then my car was broken into and the only things stolen were the letters from my lawyer which were in the glove box. Then letters from my lawyer which were sent to me at Bangor University were opened before they arrived in my pigeon hole. Then I was offered a TV documentary about my case – only to be asked just before filming was due to begin if I would smear the person whose character Dylan had wanted to blacken.

This is the NHS for you Alice. McPoison didn’t need to smear anyone – he could have just given an honest account of what some people were actually doing. Including David Cameron – who appointed David Jones MP as Secretary of State for Wales in the run up to the organising of the second great cover-up of the paedophile gang which followed the Waterhouse Inquiry ie. the Macur Review. David Jones was a lawyer who worked in north west Wales and sat in the Courts for years watching whilst the paedophile gang perjured themselves and fitted people up (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’). David Jones campaigns on an NHS ticket – his wife is a midwife. So Mrs Jones will have known that the obs and gynae services in north Wales have been dysfunctional and unsafe for years, that women were being unlawfully denied terminations because a group of Top Doctors in the region who were anti-abortion got together and determined that there would be no access to NHS abortions in north Wales – but women could pay Top Doctors in Chester and get them – and that Wrexham Maelor Hospital had a whole spate of deaths of mothers and babies but the hospital refused to hold an investigation because they didn’t want anyone to find out how dangerous the unit was (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’).

David Jones and his wife are opposed to abortion – but clearly didn’t feel as strongly about a paedophile gang which framed and murdered witnesses.

 

Regarding the previous of those who planned to smear Dave n Sam, ie. McPoison and Derek Draper – Draper had been a Private Eye favourite for years and was routinely referred to as Dolly Draper, although I don’t know the origin of that particular long-running joke.

In 199o Dolly was Constituency Secretary for Nick Brown, a paedophiles’ friend whose territory is in the north east of England and who ended up in a rent boy scandal himself shortly after Ron Davies was caught with his trousers down in the company of Boogie the male prostitute on Clapham Common (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Alastair Campbell repackaged the Nick Brown embarrassment as a good news ‘gay man comes out and is proud’ news story. In 1992 Dolly was employed as a researcher by Mandelson who was by then MP for Hartlepool – Dolly set up Progress with Liam Byrne, whose tracked record of being at the scene of the crime is excellent (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’). In 1998 Dolly landed himself in his first scandal, Lobbygate, in which he was taped by an undercover journalist boasting of his access to key Gov’t figures. Dolly had also stated that ‘I just want to stuff my bank account at 250 pounds an hour’. Dolly’s conduct would seem to be entirely consistent with the sort encouraged by Mandy, so it was interesting to read that after Lobbygate Mandy observed that Dolly has ‘a fine intelligence but sometimes I’m afraid that he misuses that intelligence. He gets above himself’.  Mandy obviously feared some stiff competition from Dolly.

Dolly then embarked on a career as a psychotherapist, after having done an MA in Clinical Psychology in California. Dolly joined the British Association for Counselling and Psychotherapy and wrote a monthly column in Therapy Today. In 2009 when McPoison’s plan for the smearing of Dave n Sam n George n Frances became public, it was revealed that in response to McPoison’s Cunning Plan, Dolly had sent him an e mail describing McPoison’s idea as ‘absolutely totally brilliant’. Someone subsequently complained about Dolly having such untherapeutic thoughts to the BACP – nonetheless Dolly’s membership of the BACP was not withdrawn. But I wouldn’t have expected it to be – I know of numerous people registered with the BACP who undoubtedly do not have the temperament or knowledge to be allowed near huge swathes of the human race yet alone near vulnerable distressed people. The BACP pointed out that as well as his dodgy certificate from somewhere unspecified in California, in 2009 Dolly had acquired a second MA in the Foundations of Psychoanalytic Psychotherapy from the Tavistock Centre London/Essex University, which had involved Dolly undertaking more than 1500 hours of supervised clinical work, no doubt under the supervision of someone as mad and as unscrupulous as Dolly.

Dolly is married to Kate Garraway, the former GMTV presenter.

 

I spent some time earlier yesterday watching the post-1992 General Election TV clips featuring people bemoaning the fact that unbelievably John Major had won the election, even after the disaster that was his first administration. All the old faces were there or mentioned – Dr Death, Shirl, Paddy Ashdown, Red Ken. A fresh faced Blair was interviewed as well looking rather crestfallen that Mandy’s PR vehicle hadn’t been successful and Blair and Red Ken were both asked whether Kinnock ought to go. A smug David Mellor quietly gloated on camera. Every one of these people knew about the organised abuse of children in north Wales and elsewhere which involved politicians and any one of them could have pulled the plug on the Tories if they’d blown the whistle. Not one of them did. Mahon told Chris Mullin in 1994 that she was the Stop Blair candidate. No Alice, you were the Fuckwitted Candidate, one of many. You could have stopped Blair if you’d wanted – but it would have meant standing up to those NHS unions…

There was someone else who knew about north Wales who presented those political news programmes – Jeremy Paxman. His former partner Elizabeth Clough made the documentary ‘Who Will Listen To Mary Winch?’ A worthwhile documentary – which was never followed up and quietly forgotten shortly after it was screened in March 1991 for some unfathomable reason….

Alice Mahon was succeeded as Labour MP for Halifax by her protege from Calderdale Council, Linda Riordan.

 

There’s ructions in the NHS once more, the Top Doctors are squealing loudly. They want money. Lots of it. I haven’t had time to catch up with today’s events yet, but I did notice that recently Top Doctor Bruce Keogh decided that he just had to Speak Out. Keogh has been at the top of the NHS for years, so although the obvious response is well Bruce, the mess must be something to do with you, I absolutely accept that Bruce Keogh would not be able to turn around the rotten apple single handedly. Keogh is a cardiac surgeon who is keen on safer practice. I know nothing about cardiac surgery so I’m not in a position to pass judgement on Keogh’s surgery or on the measures that he uses to review his colleague’s work. However I have noticed an irony in view of the fact that many of Bruce Keogh’s responsibilities have been concerned with improving patient safety. The irony is the job of Bruce’s wife Ann. Ann is Director of Medical Safety at the Heart of England Foundation NHS Trust. That is the Trust which employed the surgeon Ian Paterson who is currently in prison after performing unnecessary operations on scores of patients. There were many warnings that Paterson was out of control but the Heart of England Trust did not take any action…

Yet another school where parents paid handsomely for their children to be abused has hit the media. The Guardian ran an article on the appalling abuse meted out to boys as young as 12 by the former headmaster of St Benedict’s School. It seems that the headmaster had been committing serious offences for years. Julian Clary went to St Benedict’s. When Julian Clary was still a relatively new face in comedy he talked about how his mum and dad sent him to an expensive school and he absolutely hated it there, but he didn’t tell his parents because they had made sacrifices to stump up the fees. Julian Clary never explained WHY he was so unhappy at that school, but a lot of his comedy was predicated on jokes about homosexual behaviour between school boys. St Benedict’s has another famous old boy as well – Chris Patten! The Chancellor of Oxford University, the former Chairman of the BBC, the Patten who never takes any responsibility for any atomic bombs exploding on his watch.

Patten famously lost his seat at the 1992 General Election which gave him a shock because he’d been responsible for the Tories successful election campaign. So Chris, the 1992 General Election was fought with a constant eye on the need to keep the activities of Peter Morrison and the paedophile gang in north Wales quiet. Then there were the deaths of the five witnesses as a result of that petrol bomb just days after the Tories won. Would your wife Lavender’s support for Professor Mark Williams’s ‘mindfulness’ fraud – which he developed whilst he worked in Bangor in the late 1980s alongside those who were concealing the paedophile gang – be at all related to your need to keep a lid on that barrel of shit? Furthermore I really don’t think that Lavender should have been doubling up as a Patron for Williams’s Centre for Mindfulness at Oxford University whilst you were the Chancellor.

The influence of Freemasonry in the police has been in the news. Steve White, who is standing down after three years as the Chairman of the Police Federation, has expressed concerns that Freemasonry is so influential in the police that it is blocking progress for women as well as for black and ethnic minority people. What is even more worrying was that it was used to protect people involved in serious organised crime running a paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire for decades. Brian Paddick then gave an interview admitting that both he and his father were Freemasons but he was shocked to find that after he joined the police certain people became very much more friendly to him when they found out that he was a Freemason. Paddick commented that the stereotype of the Freemasons is one of silly old men wearing aprons performing ludicrous handshakes but stressed that Freemasonry is a malign influence in the police. Which struck a chord with me because I used to think that Freemasons were ridiculous and I certainly thought that no-one under 60 would be involved. Then I found out that Trystan Pritchard, one of the corrupt managers who used to work in Ysbyty Gwynedd, was a Freemason. Trystan was good mates with Elfed Roberts, the disastrous former Chairman of the North West Wales NHS Trust (see post ‘Former NHS Managers Of Notoriety Now Keeping A Low(er) Profile’), the man who left the North Wales Police after a conversation with the Chief Constable about the privileges and perks that Elfed seemed to be enjoying. Trystan is now CEO of St David’s Hospice. He took over when Alun Davies retired – Alun Davies who was formerly the corrupt manager of the Hergest Unit, whilst Elfed was Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust. Trystan was also big mates with Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust and currently the Director of Workforce at the rapidly imploding Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board.

A couple of days ago I read that a Court of Appeal ruling meant that numerous people who were abused as kids as a result of the negligence of the social services will now not be able to claim compensation. Well that’s one way of dealing with the acknowledgement that the abuse of children in care is a huge problem which was simply ignored. The three Appeal Court judges who made the ruling were Lord Justice Nigel Davies, Lord Justice Steve Irwin and Lady Justice Eleanor King.