My post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ described how, in the 1980s, UCNW (Bangor University) accepted local young people on work placement schemes with the Manpower Services Commission (MSC). One such ‘trainee’, T, with the Zoology Dept, lodged in our student house on Anglesey for one terrible term and it took us a very long while to recover from her presence. T stole from us, never paid any rent, left without notice owing us hundreds of pounds and made a false allegation of rape against a young man in Bangor. As for T’s activities in the Zoology Dept, on one occasion she got completely bladdered and couldn’t walk, so had to be carried out of the building by the workmen. She also lied about feeding and watering the research animals, who died as a result.
The authorities at UCNW were well aware of what a liability this ‘trainee’ was and we had all told our tutors and the Student Health Centre what was going on and asked for help. We were ignored. I was also aware that Dr Phil W. White, a GP in Menai Bridge, was prescribing T a combination of drugs that could have killed her, because she was drinking with them. White knew that T was drinking. White however surpassed himself a while later when T discovered that she was pregnant and panicked. White told her to stop making such a fuss. I understand that T’s baby was eventually taken into care because, fairly obviously, she was incapable of looking after a baby and no-one was going to help her.
At the time, because we were 20 and students, it was a case of ‘Christ, what is she going to do next?’, but now that I’ve hit middle age I can only marvel at the dereliction of duty of care on the part of both the MSC and UCNW with regard to T. T was 17 when she turned up, so they were probably supposed to be in loco parentis. T returned to her parents in north Anglesey some months later owing money everywhere – thousands – under investigation by the police for conduct likely to pervert the course of justice and pregnant. I cannot imagine that her mum and dad were too happy.
The MSC trainees were allocated a supervisor and T’s was a rather ineffectual former teacher from England who wasn’t able to get a teaching job in Gwynedd because she couldn’t speak Welsh. On one occasion I spent the morning with this supervisor and explained very clearly that T was not capable of any sort of independent living and there was not going to be a happy ending if someone didn’t step in. There was no action forthcoming. However I did find out from the supervisor that T had not coped at all well on the outward bound residential course that the trainees had been sent on. The supervisor knew this because in true north Wales cronyism style, her own daughter, who I think was a social worker, had been responsible for taking T and co on the outward bound course.
When T returned from the outward bound course, she was covered in bruises and injuries, more than one would have hoped for if one was taking a group of teenagers out into the mountains. We gained the impression that the supervision was not what it should have been, an impression reinforced when T made some comments which suggested that there had been sexual activity between the MSC trainees on the outward bound course.
North Wales is full of outward bound centres and some of them are excellent. However, the standards vary and even those offering mountain leadership training differ in rigour. I know one teacher – well-networked into the paedophiles’ friends herself – who in 2001 told me that she wasn’t going to do her mountain leadership at Plas-y-Brenin because it was ‘too tough’ there, she was going to another centre to complete the qualification, which was known as being the ‘easiest’ in north Wales. She subsequently took a teenaged girl up into Snowdonia on a difficult route, after being warned that the route was far too tough for the girl concerned, only to witness the teenager collapse and need the help of the mountain rescue team to get her off the mountain.
I don’t know which centre T et al visited, but in the 1980s, those outward bound centres were often the domain of the paedophile gang, as all those kids in care were given ‘experiences’ in the mountains.
Following T’s false reporting of a rape, a file was sent to the DPP, as it was felt that T’s lies over the course of several weeks did rather go beyond the bounds of a frightened/distressed/confused young woman and amounted to a fairly serious attempt to have an innocent man convicted. The CPS did not prosecute. Which suggests that the paedophiles’ friends were concealing something that was at risk of being discovered if publicity fell upon this young woman’s conduct while on the MSC scheme.
Many of the young people employed on the Manpower Services Commission scheme at UCNW had already been victims of the paedophiles’ friends. I knew that at least one of the young men, S, who was on the residential course with T, was a patient of Dr Tony Francis. This young man had experienced problems before his parents moved to Anglesey – his father was an academic who had been made redundant in the ‘cuts’ of the 1980s – but S ending up in the hands of the Top Doctors in north Wales will have resulted in nothing but harm, although as Brown observed because S had supportive middle class parents he’ll have been cushioned from the extremes of the North Wales Psychiatry Experience.
Sir Melvyn Rosser was appointed as the Chairman of the MSC Committee for Wales in 1980 and was reappointed in 1983; I mentioned in an earlier post that I can only conclude that Rosser must have fallen from grace in some way, because although he held a number of high profile public roles until the late 1990s, there is little information about him online, simply records stating that he was Chairman of HTV Group, 1986-91 and President of Aberystwyth University, 1985-97. There is a file under Rosser’s name in the National Archives, 1974-76, but it hasn’t been digitised so I have not been able to access it online. There is no indication as to what aspects of Sir Melvyn’s work the file concerns. Rosser must have done a few favours for someone many years ago because he was knighted in 1974.
Hansard, March 1985, records that Ron Davies, the Labour MP for Caerphilly, asked Nicholas Edwards, then Secretary of State for Wales, if ‘he will list all those appointments held under his patronage’ by Sir Melvyn ‘since 1979’. Edwards replied that ‘I have not appointed Sir Melvyn Rosser to any public body in Wales for which I am the responsible appointing Minister. I was consulted by the Chairman of the Manpower Services Commission prior to Sir Melvyn’s initial appointment as Chairman of the MSC Committee for Wales in 1980 and on his reappointment in 1983’.
So I presume that in 1985 Melvyn Rosser and his appointments were being questioned, although he was nonetheless subsequently given the HTV Group and Aberystwyth University to play with.
Melvyn Rosser was leading the Wales branch of the MSC at the time when the victims of Dafydd et al were left to their own devices ‘on placement’ at UCNW, although some of them were under 18 yrs old and obviously not coping with ‘independent living’.
The person responsible for the MSC’s employment rehabilitation programme for disabled people in the mid-1980s was none other than Huw Vaughan Thomas, who did a stint as Chief Exec of Denbighshire County Council and succeeded Ioan Bowen Rees as Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council. Huw Vaughan Thomas was as comfortable as Ioan had been with a paedophile gang operating within the Council’s children’s homes, he refused to respond to any concerns at all (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…).
Huw was an adviser to the Welsh Office as the dawn of the National Assembly was in view and then became Auditor General for Wales, after the previous Auditor General, Jeremy Colman, was jailed for the possession of child porn. Huw has clocked up a truly impressive list of public appointments, even by the standards of a paedophiles’ friend, as has his wife Enid Rowlands, who among many other things, was a member of the North Wales Health Authority (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Enid is a member of the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority, which is only understandable for someone who’s husband allowed a paedophile gang to rage within the children’s homes for which he was responsible and who was involved in a major scandal herself involving the disappearance of a large sum of public money followed by allegations of conflict of interest into the bargain. Should anyone delude themselves that they can escape Enid by ‘going private’, oh no you can’t, she was involved with BUPA as well.
Enid and Huw have a son. His career got off to a flying start when he was given a training place in the National Auditor for Wales’s Office, where his dad occupied the most senior position. I look forward to Thomas minor joining an NHS Board very soon, it’ll be in his genes.
The man who Chaired the MSC on a UK wide level, 1976-82, so who was in post when Rosser and Huw Vaughan Thomas were appointed, was Sir Richard O’Brien.
Richard O’ Brien led a distinguished career in public service, which spanned several Gov’ts. O’Brien was Director of the CBI’s industrial policy committee in the early 1970s and was described as being ‘at heart of the postwar consensus in favour of Gov’t intervention and planning’. In 1976 Callaghan’s Gov’t appointed O’Brien as Chairman of the MSC. In 1979 Thatch confirmed O’Brien’s appointment as the first Chairman of the Crown Appointments Commission to appoint an Archbishop of Canterbury. O’Brien recommended Robert Runcie.
After the Scarman Report which followed the inner-city riots of the early 1980s, Runcie invited O’Brien to Chair the Commission which led to the 1985 report ‘Faith in the City’. An unnamed Cabinet Minister dismissed the Report as ‘Marxist’ and Thatch complained that there was nothing in it about ‘self-help or doing anything for yourself’. It was perceived that ‘Faith in the City’ led to very great strains between some members of Thatcher’s Gov’t and the Church of England, which resulted in Tebbit being as rude as he felt able to be to C of E Bishops on ‘Question Time’ and Thatch making comments about the Bishops being ‘cuckoos in the nest’. Yet Douglas Hurd, then Home Secretary, ‘was impressed by the conclusions on crime’, drawn by ‘Faith in the City’ whilst Heseltine, then Secretary of State for Defence, stated that the Bishops had got it wrong and ‘conditions in the inner cities are much worse than they say’.
At the time Hurd was Home Secretary, running a Home Office that was actively colluding with the serious organised crime in north Wales on the part of Dafydd and the gang and ignoring the appalling events and constant deaths at Risley Remand Centre (see posts ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Include Me Out’). Hurd was the nephew of the botanist Professor Edred Henry Corner, who knew Prof Greig-Smith of the Plant Biology Dept at UCNW, whose colleagues were concealing the activities of Dafydd and the gang. Furthermore, Greig-Smith’s colleague Chris Wood was married to Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was facilitating the gang. Greig-Smith and Chris Wood were particularly helpful to one mature student, Gaye Kennaway. Gaye was married to Ian Kennaway, who was Director of Regions for the National Trust (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).
During the mid-1980s, Penrhyn Castle, which was under the control of the NT, ran an MSC scheme which employed the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles, many of whom were witnesses to crime so serious that had anyone listened to them their evidence could have put a few people behind bars (see posts ‘That’s Entertainment’ and ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). My post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’ describes the situation of the teenaged girls employed on the MSC scheme as nursery assistants in the UCNW creche for the children of staff and students in 1982. The girls were not mentored, they were completely out of their depth and there were a lot of things happening in that nursery that should not have been happening and people allowed access to the nursery who should not have been.
The nursery was located in the Students’ Union building and I have explained in previous posts how every SU sabbatical officer was a lackey who concealed the activities of Dafydd and the gang. Duncan Orme, the Welfare Officer, was rewarded with a career in NHS senior management after crapping himself and fleeing when I approached him about Gwynne the lobotomist, the forged documents and the threats made to Brown and I (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Fiona Woolmer the Wimmin’s Officer bollocked on about campaigning to have VAT removed from sanitary products but failed to breathe a word about the trafficking gang which was targeting vulnerable wimmin students (see post ‘Just A Language Divide’), a man called Aiden was busying himself with Irish Republican activity and Martyn was the Gay Rights Champ which would normally be a benign role but the sex trafficking ring were targeting male students and schoolboys and the Chester branch of CHE was alleged to have been a front for paedophilia. Dear old Fran Tate was Welfare Officer at some point after Duncan Orme, which led Fran into a lifelong fulfilling career in north Wales as a paedophiles’ friend of the highest order (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’). One of the SU Presidents embezzled a large sum of money from the coffers of the SU but was not prosecuted and received references and a cheery wave to see him on his way. The richest student society was CA (Community Action), which ‘helped out’ at Ty’r Felin children’s home, where the kids were battered, raped and trafficked to locations including Dolphin Square. CA had its own minibus and salaried organiser.
So how I laughed when years after the rest of the world woke up to the excesses of apartheid South Africa, UCNW SU announced that they would be banning the sale of Nestle chocolate products in the SU shop and would be renaming the SU watering hole ‘The Mandela Bar’. While all this went on, the branch of Barclays Bank in the SU continued to do a roaring trade. It was located next to the shop that refused to sell Nestle chocs. The SU sabbatical officers were such dipsticks that I can only presume that someone at an NUS conference told them about Nestle’s interests in South Africa because they were completely unaware of the wider world. There were bright political students at UNCW, but they steered well clear of the SU because it was dominated by embryonic paedophiles’ friends.
Friends at other universities told me that they too gave up with student politics because it was dominated by complete wankers. I used to think that perhaps the levels of engagement and awareness was higher at elite institutions such as Oxford, but I don’t think that they were. It was once more the wankers who flooded through the doors into student politics, but richer more privileged wankers who had believed that they were Prime Ministerial material since the age of 12. Indeed they were Prime Ministerial material and just look at the mess.
As for Heseltine’s concern for urban deprivation, readers can read all about what he did with the info regarding the crimes of Dafydd et al in my post ‘Those Who Are Ready to Serve’.
‘Faith in the City’ led to the establishment of a Church Urban Fund – of which Richard O’Brien was Vice Chairman – to strengthen the Church’s work in the inner-cities, which led to the Church coming up sharp against the kids in care who had been trafficked from north Wales into sex work in the inner cities. No-one said a word, even when those young people were dying of AIDS. The Church and other organisations simply used their knowledge of how those former kids in care contracted AIDS to extract funding from Gov’t for their work with AIDS patients, which was given a PR boost by the patronage of high profile celebs, including Princess Di (see posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Buried Under Canary Wharf’). Di was married to the man who was Chancellor of UCNW and who refused to ‘get involved’ after Alison Taylor wrote to him in the late 1980s telling him that children in care were being abused in north Wales.
Richard O’Brien grew up in Derbyshire, the son of a Top Doctor. In the 1980s there was a paedophile ring in Derbyshire with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. As in north Wales, it seemed that the organised abuse of children in Derbyshire had stretched back decades and had been concealed by the usual culprits – the police, Top Doctors, social services, politicians etc. O’Brien studied law at Clare College Cambridge and had an outstanding record of service in WWII, during which time he acted as personal assistant to Field Marshal Montgomery. Their relationship developed into a friendship which continued after the war and Montgomery took O’Brien to Number 10 and introduced him to Attlee. O’Brien would definitely have had links with the security services.
After retiring from the Army, for two years O’Brien was the Development Officer for the National Association of Boys’ Clubs. O’Brien took up this role after being inspired by Attlee’s work with the same organisation. He then took up a career in engineering. O’Brien was Director of Industrial Relations at the British Motor Corporation (later known as British Leyland), 1961-66 and was an adviser to Harold Wilson’s Dept of Economic Affairs, 1966-68, under Ministers Michael Stewart and then Peter Shore.
Peter Shore was the Labour MP for Bethnal Green and Stepney and then Stepney and Poplar (1964-83) and a Cabinet Minister in Wilson’s and Callaghan’s Gov’ts. Shore knew about kids from north Wales being trafficked to his patch and he also knew why so many of them began dying of HIV in the 1980s. Shore remained schtum but was most helpful to all those good hearted people linked to Dafydd’s associates who helped the poor things dying from AIDS (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Buried Under Canary Wharf’).
It was Michael Foot, in his capacity as Employment Secretary in Wilson’s Gov’t, who appointed O’Brien as Chair of the MSC in Feb 1976. Footie himself concealed a great deal of crime related to the sexual exploitation of vulnerable people, including children and there are indications that his own sexual activities were potentially scandalous but he successfully kept them out of the press because of the dirt that he had on the press barons (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…!’). I have only just woken up to the fact that Footie was Lord President of the Council, April 1976-May 1979, which made him the visitor for UCNW. At the time, Sir Charles Evans’s management of the institution was so bad that Dafydd Wigley asked Shirl, as Education Secretary, to hold a public inquiry into the matter. Shirl refused, which was just as well because the institution was facilitating Dafydd’s sex trafficking gang which so many people had a vested interest in concealing that Parliament would have collapsed if Shirl had even scratched the surface.
‘Tell me Mr Urquhart, is Dr Dafydd Alun Jones an insane incompetent old fool who is only tolerated because he’s running the Westminster Paedophile Ring?’
‘You might very well think that; I couldn’t possibly comment.’
It’s almost as if ‘House of Cards’ was written by someone who knew something of what was going on in 1990, when the BBC screened the drama. The story line revolved around murderous politicians and in the 2013 US remake, Francis Urquhart metamorphosed into ‘Frank Underwood’. Frank was Tony Francis’s middle name, it appeared on all those affidavits that he swore when he was perjuring himself.
‘House of Cards’ was written by Michael Dobbs. From 1977 to 1979, Dobbs was an adviser to Thatch, then leader of the Opposition. From 1979 to 1981, he was a Conservative MP speechwriter. From 1981 to 1986, Dobbs served as a Government Spad. From 1986 to 1987, he was the Conservative Party Chief of Staff. Considered a ‘masterful political operator’, he was called ‘Westminster’s baby-faced hit man’, by ‘The Guardian’ in 1987. From 1994 to 1995, Dobbs served Major’s Gov’t as Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party. In addition, Dobbs was Deputy Advertising Chairman at Saatchi & Saatchi, 1983-86, then Director of Worldwide Corporate Communications, 1987-88 and Deputy Chairman, working directly under Maurice Saatchi, 1988-91.
Michael Dobbs has stated that he wrote ‘House of Cards’ after witnessing a particularly dreadful scene involving Thatch.
Michael: I didn’t watch ‘House of Cards’, but my house mates did. I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School when it was screened in the UK and I was the target of the sociopaths upon which you based your TV drama. The nation loved it, but if you ever find that you are working with murdering child abusers again and that I and my friends are the people whom they have in the sight of their cross-hairs, could you pop over to my place and warn me please? Thanks.
In April 1992, days after John Major won the General Election, the firebomb in Brighton killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).
‘House of Cards’ didn’t contain a character called ‘Dafydd’, because it’s an unusual name in England and it would have been a bit of a giveaway. Furthermore, had Dobbs based a fictional character on the real thing, his drama would have been dismissed out of hand as being so ludicrous that the BBC wouldn’t have screened it. Having said that, the BBC did employ Jimmy Savile, so they knew that truth is stranger than fiction.
Savile visited Bryn Estyn, where one boy alleged that Savile watched as the boy was raped by a group of men.
Marmaduke James Hussey, Baron Hussey of North Bradley, Chairman of the BBC Board of Governors, 1986-96:
Marmaduke was married to Susan Katharine Hussey, Baroness Hussey of North Bradley, Lady in Waiting to Lilibet and Godmother of Prince William:
Lady Susan with friends:
Lady Susan is the sister of The Lord Waldegrave of North Hill who was Secretary of State for Health, Nov 1990-April 1992 and who has been Provost of Eton College since Feb 2009:
In Dec 1986 Professor Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at that institution favoured by the privileged, St George’s Hospital Medical School, was imprisoned for his vast collection of child porn.
It was Tebbit who in 1981 did not renew Richard O’Brien’s appointment at the MSC, although O’Brien thought that Thatch was behind the decision. Lord David Young replaced O’Brien. David Young was Thatcher’s mate who was responsible for pushing through the privatisation agenda. Thatch viewed David Young as personally loyal to her and in March 1987 appointed him to a central role in planning the 1987 General Election campaign. Young was responsible for organising Thatch’s tours and appearances on TV. One week before polling day on June 4 1987, Young and Tebs had a major disagreement about campaign strategy, on the day that has become known as ‘Wobbly Thursday’. Young is said to have grabbed Tebs by the lapels and said to him ‘Norman, listen to me, we are about to lose this fucking election’.
No you weren’t David, because you were imprisoning and killing the witnesses who could have gone public about Sir Peter Morrison, who was at the time molesting children in north Wales while he doubled up as Conservative Party Deputy Chairman.
Sir Peter Morrison
The Tory Party Chairman for much of the time when Morrison was Deputy Chairman was this old war horse, who’s dad didn’t riot but got on his bike and looked for work:
Morrison’s sister Dame Mary spent most of her life as Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet.
The month following the Tories’ 1987 General Election victory, Dafydd and the paedophile gang made a well-planned, co-ordinated effort to frame and imprison me for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’. The Mental Health Act Commission and Risley Remand Centre were on board with the conspiracy, as evidenced by copies of letters that are now in my possession written by David Ewart of the Mental Health Act Commission’s Liverpool office. The plan failed thanks to a nursing officer, Jeff Crowther, making a statement in which he admitted that I had not attempted to stab anyone and Sgt Morgan in Bangor Police Station protected me further by refusing to take untruthful statements from staff at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh who were ringing him up making allegations against me as I sat in front of him and also by preventing D.G.E. Wood from coming into my cell. See posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’.
Jeff Crowther left north Wales just before the Waterhouse Inquiry opened, after his wife died while ‘in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd’ and a drug addict threatened to kill him (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’). Sgt Morgan’s career came to an end not long after he protected me, after he was found guilty of indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in custody. Jeff seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty before Sgt Morgan was even put on trial.
Meanwhile, over at Labour Party HQ, Ron Davies – who subsequently became notorious for his ‘moment of madness’ with a male prostitute called Boogie and then an episode in which he was ‘looking for badgers’ – was journeying toward his eventual destination of Secretary of State for Wales under Blair. In 1987 the Windbag was still leader of the Labour Party and deluded himself that he was going to win the election (see post ‘I Warn You…’). The Windbag who had known Tony Francis when Francis was a student in Cardiff. The Windbag who was married to Glenys from Anglesey. Which was where the girl on the MSC scheme who encountered such problems was from as well as her colleague, S. Glenys and her family were personal friends of scores of those who had spent years concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles, including Lord Cledwyn, MP for Anglesey and one time Secretary of State for Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).
At the time of and after the attempt by Dafydd et al to have me framed and imprisoned, a number of students from Leicester University – an institution heaving with paedophiles’ friends as detailed in previous posts, as a result of the presence of the Leicestershire paedophile ring involving Frank Beck and Greville Janner – knew what was happening to me. The students all had Radical Consciences and were involved with the SU at Leicester University and other leftist groups in the city, including Wimmin’s causes. One such person shared our house and was given extensive accounts of what was happening to me by both Brown and I. She and her friends read the statements in which the Top Docs perjured themselves. This person went to school with me in Somerset and was called Caroline Goodman then. By the time that we were living in Leicester she was known as Carrie Grant, but the last I heard she was living in Aberdeen, working as a teacher and using a different name. She is married to a retired economics lecture from Aberdeen University. Brown didn’t think that Caroline was involved with the paedophiles’ friends in Leicester, but I have been told that she definitely was and decided to keep quiet about what she knew was happening in north Wales.
Caroline’s Radical Conscience had its limits though. I made the mistake of telling her that I was very concerned at the fate of a Denbigh patient who had been unlawfully transferred to Risley Remand Centre, because I witnessed Dafydd’s mole Sister Janice Davies fit him up and then spread the word that he was violent and dangerous. This man had been previously accused of a sex offence and I very much suspected that he’d been fitted up for that as well. Caroline became very angry with me and screamed that she ‘didn’t give a fuck’ about this man. Well you’ll be delighted to know Caroline that he was almost certainly found dead in Risley Remand Centre, that tended to happen to the victims of Dafydd and the gang who stood accused of sex offences. I witnessed this man being fitted up in Jan 1987. I told Caroline – and other people – in Leicester about it over the summer of 1987.
18 Nov 1987, Kings Cross. 31 people died. I was due to pass through the station at the time of the fire but I’d been delayed so I missed it.
Just how thick and callous are you all?
After the 1987 General Election, David Young was promoted to Secretary of State for Trade and Industry. He served two years in the role and privatised the last of the state industries in the department. In May 1989 Young told Thatch that he would like to return to private life. He resigned from the Cabinet in 1989 but received an appointment as Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party to help Kenneth Baker reorganise Central Office and then stood down on the resignation of Margaret Thatcher.
Young returned to business as a Director of Salomon Inc and Executive Chairman of Cable and Wireless. From 1993 he was President of the Institute of Directors and from 1995 was Chairman of Council of University College, London, with which many paedophiles’ friends are associated.
Young was the first President of Jewish Care, 1990–1997.
In 1996 Young set up his own company, Young Associates Ltd, with two partners Simon Alberga and Yoav Kurtzbard, that actively invests in technology companies. He is Chairman and controlling shareholder of the Camcon Federation of companies, a Cambridge-based federation of companies with innovative technology in the Oil and Gas, Auto and Medical fields. Young is controlling shareholder and on the board of TSSI Systems Ltd, a long established company in security technology and in both these companies he works with Danny Chapchal. He is a substantial shareholder and Chairman of Deep Tek Ltd, a company with developed technology to enable operations in deep and ultra deep waters in the Oil and Gas sectors and in scientific exploration. Young is a substantial shareholder and Chairman of KashFlow Software Ltd, a leading provider of online accounting for SMEs.
Lord Young has a number of charitable interests including the Presidency of Chai Cancer Care and the Coram Trust, Chairman of the Chichester Festival Theatre and of the Jewish Museum London and Trustee of the Co-Existence Trust and the MBI Jaber Foundation. In December 2010, Young also became a Patron of Lifelites, the charity providing technology for children in hospices.
In June 2010, Young was appointed adviser to PM David Cameron by the Coalition Gov’t to review health and safety laws.
In October 2010, David Young was appointed Enterprise Adviser to Cameron and asked to conduct a ‘brutal’ review of the relationship of Gov’t to small firms. This resulted in a three-part review to Cameron on enterprise and small business.
In May 2012, Young delivered the first part of this review, entitled ‘Make Business Your Business’. Young highlighted the number of start-up businesses to indicate a growing culture of enterprise and entrepreneurship in the UK. The report introduced a new Gov’t programme, Start Up Loans, providing loans and mentoring to get a business venture started. In June 2013, Young delivered ‘Growing Your Business’, which looked at how new and developing small firms can grow and expand into new markets. In June 2014, Young reviewed the relevance of enterprise in education in ‘Enterprise for All’.
One of the wealthiest Top Doctors in north Wales, if not the wealthiest, is Dafydd. Dafydd’s partner in crime John Allen, who owned the Bryn Alyn Community as well as the brothels in Brighton and London to which he trafficked kids from children’s homes in north Wales, was a millionaire on the back of the profits from Bryn Alyn by the mid-1970s. Their business interests did very well under Health, Wilson and Callaghan, but the tills really rang out under Thatch.
Coutts cheque to buy off unscrupulous people? That’ll do nicely! See post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’.
Norman Tebbit appointed Richard O’Brien Chairman of the Engineering Industry Training Board in 1982 and O’Brien continued to serve with a number of other organisations concerned with training and education.
O’Brien was Chairman of the Policy Studies Institute, 1984-90, serving subsequently as its joint Chairman until 1998. Sociologist Tariq Modood was a Senior Research Fellow at the Policy Studies Institute, 1993-97. Tariq’s empire is at the University of Bristol, Dr D.G.E. Wood’s and Lord David Hunt’s alma mater. For many years now Tariq has been constructed as the leading authority on the sociology of ethnic minorities and New Labour really loved him. When I was doing my PhD I wrote to Tariq, not realising how rich and famous he was. I did not receive a reply. A couple of years later I mentioned this to a senior academic who laughed and said that Tariq was so important that he really would not concern himself with a PhD student, but I mustn’t feel embarrassed about contacting him if ever I met Tariq because Tariq wouldn’t even remember my e mail. This academic then let on that he had interviewed Tariq for a lecturing job before Tariq was quite so grand, but the panel decided not to appoint him because Tariq’s ‘sense of importance’ would make him impossible to work with.
So imagine my surprise when a couple of years later, I was involved in preparing a big research bid re ethnic minorities with some colleagues from Bradford, when I was told by one of the leading lights in ethnic minorities research in Bradford that if our bid was successful, we’d undoubtedly find one Tariq Modood knocking on our door and when we did, would we please not let him in because he was an unscrupulous nightmare. I subsequently got to know someone who had worked with Tariq and was told that he was at that point busy trying to ingratiate himself to Tony Blair. If one reads Modood’s work, one can see that he has significantly shifted his intellectual and political position over the years. The shift coincides with whichever policy the Gov’t of the day wishes to promote.
Tariq completed his Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees at Durham University, when social scientists in that institution were concealing the paedophile gang operating in the north east which was linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales (see post ‘I Warn You…’). Professor Eric Sunderland was Professor of Anthropology at Durham, 1971-84 and then PVC, 1979-84. In 1984 the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales sent up a distress flare, Eric responded to the call and was duly installed as Principal of UCNW. After completing his first degrees at Durham, Tariq undertook a PGCE at Cardiff University and did his PhD at Swansea University, an institution dominated by the family of paedophiles’ friend Rhodri Morgan (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).
Richard O’Brien was a lifelong Anglican, a member of the Court of Advisers to St Paul’s Cathedral and involved in a number of charidees. He was a Trustee of HURT (Help Untwist Rape Trauma), the charity established by Jill Saward, the vicar’s daughter at the centre of the notorious Ealing Rape Case in 1986.
Although O’Brien was an establishment figure, he enjoyed hanging out with others considered radical. He was friends with E.P. Thompson, the Marxist historian from Warwick University. E.P. Thompson was a leading light in E.N.D. (European Nuclear Disarmament). More interestingly with regard to this blog’s subject matter, E.P. Thompson was a regular visitor to Croesor in north Wales, the village which hosted the ‘Welsh Bloomsbury set’, many of whom knew what Dafydd et al were doing (see post ‘The Village’). O’Brien was also friends with Lindsay Anderson, who directed the films ‘If…’ and ‘O Lucky Man’. ‘O Lucky Man’ was an alleged fantasy, which featured a lot of people doing the sort of things described on this blog.
Do you mean mari-jew-ana?
Here’s Robert Runcie, Richard O’Brien and Bishop David Sheppard at the launch of ‘Faith in the City’ in 1985:
It has now been acknowledged that Runcie concealed child abuse. A quick look at his biography suggests that Runcie will have concealed child abuse on an even grander scale than has been admitted.
David Sheppard was the cricketing Bishop of Liverpool, 1975-97, who also concealed child abuse and Sheppard knew a great deal about the havoc that Dafydd and the paedophiles were causing in Liverpool as well (see posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’).
So when I witnessed UCNW neglecting their duty of care towards vulnerable, not very capable teenagers on the MSC employment scheme in 1983-84, David Young was commanding the MSC on a UK-basis and Sir Melvyn Rosser was commanding the Wales arm of the MSC. Sir Peter Morrison was a Minister in the Dept of Employment at the time, under Secretary of State Tom King, who was personally known to a close relative of that unskilled manual worker in Somerset who found himself in receipt of a Coutts cheque at the time that there was such a strenuous effort on the part of the paedophile gang in north Wales to imprison me (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’).
Richard O’Brien went to Oundle School, Northamptonshire. As did Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, who owned the Brondanw estate in Croesor and let out his properties to E.P. Thompson and many others, who knew what Dafydd et al were up to (see post ‘The Village’). Other old Oundelians include:
Sir Kenneth Robinson, Labour MP and Minister of Health, 1964-68, under Harold Wilson. Robinson was the man who would do anything for the Top Docs and spent years at the helm of the National Association of Mental Health (MIND) when Dafydd was involved with that organisation and while it was concealing child abuse and even deaths of psychiatric patients. After years of such sterling service, Robinson was appointed as Chair of the Arts Council of Great Britain, a post usually occupied by those who have attained the status of paedophiles’ friends at an earlier stage in their careers. See post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ for info on Robinson. Robinson was Health Minister when Dafydd was appointed as consultant to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Almost immediately, Dafydd was involved in a scandal concerning the serious neglect of patients which even made the pages of ‘The Times’.
Michael Wynn, 7th Baron Newborough. Lord Newborough owned estates in north Wales and served in the RNVR, along with so many paedophiles’ friends and would have known about their wrongdoing (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Michael Wynn is the father of the current Lord Newborough, who spent most of his career in the world’s financial centres but now runs the family estate and is a friend of Carlo (see post ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’).
Sir Peter Scott achieved fame as the naturalist who was behind Slimbridge and he also did much broadcasting with the BBC, along with David Attenborough. Attenborough’s father Frederick was Principal of the institution which became Leicester University (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’. Scott served in the RNVR. He was one of the founders of the World Wide Fund for Nature (formerly called the World Wildlife Fund), which entertained the nation as a result of its association with Prince Philip who enjoyed himself shooting wildlife at the time:
Peter Scott was Chancellor of Birmingham University, 1973-83, whilst it housed Professor Robert Bluglass (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) and Professor Ian Brockington (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’), both of whom concealed the paedophile gang in north Wales.
Anthony Holden is a journo and a biographer, his most notable biography being one of Carlo.
Oundle has produced heaps of others who have occupied or do occupy positions of influence, including many people who attained high rank in the forces. Other old pupils include:
Alex Baldock, CEO of Dixons Carphone; Sir Howard Stringer, Chairman and CEO, Sony Corporation (Sony gave rock star Gruff Rhys – the son of Ioan Bowen Rees the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council while the paedophile gang did their worst in the Council’s children’s homes – that very favourable recording contract (see post ‘The International Language of Screaming’); Damian Grammaticas, BBC Europe Correspondent; David Lyon, International Development Correspondent of BBC News; Rufus Pollock, economist and founder of Open Knowledge International; Norman Smith, Assistant Political Editor of BBC News; Charles Wintour, newspaper editor; Lord Richard Allan, Lib Dem MP; Michael Beaumont, Conservative MP; Sir Roy Beldam, Lord Justice of Appeal; Caroline Criado Perez, feminist campaigner and writer; Lord Robert Dixon-Smith, Conservative MP; Lord Frederick Erroll, Conservative MP; Donald Gorrie, Lib Dem MP; Sir Herbert Palmer, Governor of Gambia and Cyprus; Ralph Bonner Pink, Conservative MP; David Reddaway, diplomat, Lord David Lockhart-Mure Renton, Conservative MP; Sir Joseph Simpson, Met Commissioner; Peter Thurnham, Conservative and Lib Dem MP; Prince Tomislav of Yugoslavia; Michael Mustill, Law Lord; Michael Ashby, neurologist; Colin Bibby, conservationist; Sir Cyril Clarke, physician; Richard Dawkins, evolutionary biologist; Charles Fagge, surgeon; Sir Alister Hardy, marine biologist; John Harman, former Chairman of the BNF; Leslie Hilton Browne, ornithologist and agriculturalist; Richard Keynes, physiologist; Clive Minton, ornithologist; David Nabarro, UN system coordinator; Joseph Needham, biochemist; Robin Nicholson, Chief Scientific Adviser to the Cabinet; Alan Lindsay Mackay, crystallographer.
There are many, many more…
I have mentioned before that I was friendly with many zoology students, both undergrads and postgrads when I was an undergrad at UCNW in the 1980s. My friend Anne Vernon who was killed by the paedophiles’ friends in 1986 was a PhD student in the Dept of Zoology. I knew how fraught the relationships between the staff of the Zoology Dept were, as well as some of the relationships between the staff and the students, particularly the PhD students, some of whom complained of being treated very badly, even of having their career prospects damaged, by vindictive supervisors. The two academics in the Zoology Dept who seemed to have the worst track records for this were Cliff Rankin and Tony Pitcher.
I was told again and again that Rankin was having affairs with female students who would then secure jobs and postgrad places in return for their favours. I wasn’t sure whether to believe this until just before finals, one of my male house mates was given the firm offer of a PhD studentship by Rankin. After he’d achieved the required 2:1, my friend went to see Rankin to make arrangements to register for his PhD, only to be told by Rankin that he’d decided to give the studentship to another student. It was one of the girls with whom Rankin was having a relationship. It was said by the PhD students that this was characteristic of Rankin, no-one could plan their futures on any offers from him. This may be coincidental, but that housemate of mine was one of the people who knew what was happening to me at the hands of the Top Docs. After Rankin blew him out, he spent a year in Australia, where someone attempted to blackmail him, but I’m not sure what over. He then completed a PhD at Aberdeen University and ended up working as a researcher for a drug company in Kent. He was forced out of his job there in early 1991, when I was forced out of St George’s and my two friends working in the media were intimidated out of their house by a gangster and then forced out of their jobs at the Royal Television Society and the BBC (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).
In my post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’, I described how there was barely a functioning health service in north Wales and the mental health services had been completely hijacked by the sex trafficking gang, so there was no real mental health care at all. Undergrads who developed mental health problems nearly always returned to their families in order to avoid the horrors of Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd et al and the postgrads just suffered. One of Cliff Rankin’s postgrads seemed to be very obviously in a fairly advanced state of anorexia, with dangerously low body weight. None of the staff batted an eyelid, although all the other students were commenting on this young woman becoming obviously quite ill.
Tony Pitcher was cohabiting on Anglesey with a young woman who was working as his research assistant – I think that she had previously been a student of his. I was very friendly with one of Pitcher’s (male) PhD students who told me that Pitcher was a real nightmare, very nasty and the only way of surviving was to get on with your work and give him a wide berth or you’d find that your career was somehow ruined. Pitcher’s foibles led to an incident with one of his PhD students in about 1985 which was so embarrassing for UCNW that it was hushed up and very few people knew about it. I did because my friend was on the scene when it happened, although he wouldn’t tell me what particular sin of Pitcher’s precipitated it.
Tony Pitcher had an outstanding PhD student who was nearing completion when Pitcher did something very, very nasty to him, which my informant would not detail. The PhD student had been mistreated and pissed about by Pitcher from the day that he arrived – he had done his first degree in Glasgow University, so he didn’t know that Pitcher should be avoided as a supervisor. Whatever Pitcher did was absolutely the last straw for this student and he walked out of the lab and went to a pub in Bangor where he got very, very drunk. The PhD student then returned to the Zoology Dept armed with a broken bottle and held a terrified Pitcher hostage. My friend was on the scene and said that the sight of Pitcher believing that he was going to die at the hands of a furious, drunk Glaswegian was very entertaining, but for the sake of Pitcher’s physical safety, my friend spent an hour helping defuse the confrontation.
Everyone expected the PhD student to be thrown out of the University. He wasn’t. I was told that what Pitcher had done to him was so serious that UCNW couldn’t defend it and therefore agreed to forget about any action against the PhD student in return for no-one mentioning what Pitcher had been up to. When all this happened, the Principal/VC of UCNW was the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Professor Eric Sunderland and the Dean of Science was Dr Eifion Jones, Prof Richard Bentall’s then father-in-law (see post ‘Interesting Facts’), who was also a paedophiles’ friend.
The zoology PhD student went on to become one of the world’s best known cychlid fish experts and bagged his first Chair at a very young age. So imagine my surprise when I was working at Bangor more recently as a sociologist and I was told that there was much gnashing of teeth in Biological Sciences because Prof Fergus Lowe had head hunted a Professor of Zoology, paid him a great deal of money and created a job for the new Professor’s wife as well. Then someone told me the name of the head hunted Professor. It was that PhD student who had terrified the living daylights out of Tony Pitcher all those years ago.
The new Professor was then given the post of Director of Research for the whole University, which caused yet more bad feeling. No-one could understand why Fungus had gone to such lengths to curry favour with this particular academic. It might have been because he was one of the world’s leading fish behaviourists. Or, it might have been because Professor George F. Turner, when he was a PhD student, shared a house with some of my closest friends and knew what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophile gang – with whom Fungus was working in those days. George was still sharing that house when my friend Anne was killed. George’s house at 123 Caernarfon Road was second home to Anne and me, because of our friendship with George’s housemates and we used to stay over at 123 Caernarfon Road several nights a week. Anne was engaged to one of the students in George’s house.
Before George did his first degree in zoology, he began a degree in medicine at Glasgow University, but he withdrew because he couldn’t stand the Top Doctors. When Wood et al began ruining my chances of a place at medical school – that was before Dafydd offered me one at Liverpool in return for dropping my complaints about him, obviously – it was George who told me that I wouldn’t be missing anything, because medicine was a profession with the most appalling people at the helm…
Time to fess up George. When Fungus headhunted you, he knew that I was onto him and was desperately tying up all witnesses. OK, he did want good researchers as well, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you saw the opportunity and squeezed every penny that you could out of him.
Anne was not the only person that gang killed.
In the 1980s, the older lecturers of staff in the Zoology Dept were famed for their pomposity, incompetence and lack of effort and were collectively known as the Bow Tie Club, on the basis of their penchant for, naturally, bow ties and their regular appearance in the refectory at lunchtime, in a special cordoned off section provided with extras such as a white table cloths, decent cutlery etc. They had done their degrees at Oxbridge and Durham and had connections to influential people at institutions like the London Zoological Society. The governing body of the London Zoo was composed of society big wigs who were keeping the lid on Dafydd et al at a high level, including Sir Ronnie Waterhouse (see post ‘Heart of Darkness’). Members of the Bow Tie Club were mates with local Top Doctors. It was the zoology PhD students who told me that the Bow Tie Club were the King’s New Clothes, not actually up to very much as zoologists, but jealously guarding their territory, resources and jobs.
One member of staff of the Zoology Dept had his life wrecked by the Top Doctors himself, a snake venom specialist, Bill Hemmings. Bill’s family certainly knew a lot about venomous snakes, they have all had a lifetime on the receiving end of them. Bill developed bipolar disorder and ended up in the hands of Dafydd. He spent years literally rotting in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Bill’s wife was appalled at what was happening and desperately tried to extract Bill from Dafydd’s clutches. The response of Dafydd et al was to denounce her as being the cause of Bill’s problems and to ban her from visiting him. I first met Bill’s wife when she had experienced decades of this, but I didn’t know that. I remember her being very stressed and very hostile to Laingian theory. I later became friendly with her daughter and son-in-law and their family and they explained that at one point Dafydd had begun styling himself as the R.D. Laing of north Wales and that particular horrid spectacle had never left Bill’s wife.
The poison wasn’t just thrown at Bill’s wife, the whole family were subjected to a nasty whispering campaign by the paedophiles’ friends, particularly when Bill’s wife established a mental health research charity. Before she died Bill’s wife was awarded an MBE. She was too frail to go to the palace for the occasion, so she was presented with the medal by Lilibet’s representative in Gwynedd, the Lord Lieutenant, who was at the time paedophiles’ friends Huw Daniel. I was of the opinion that Gwyneth should have delivered a hard kick to Daniel’s carregs when she picked up that MBE, but her son-in-law told me that she restrained herself and accepted the MBE as recognition of the suffering that the whole family had experienced.
When he was older, Bill enjoyed a much better quality of life. After years of being written off by Dafydd et al, Bill went on a visit to Shrewsbury, where he experienced a manic episode in the town. He ended up in the hands of a Top Doctor who incredibly enough knew what she was doing and after a short while in her care, Bill’s condition stabilised. That was all that it took to turn Bill’s life around – someone who wasn’t just a total idiot running a sex trafficking gang.
Oh, when I first met Bill’s wife, D.G.E. Wood told me to have nothing to do with her on the grounds that her husband was ‘completely mad’ and had not recovered from a serious illness because his wife ignored the ‘expertise’ of Dafydd et al. You worthless twat Wood, I have now known Bill’s family for 20 yrs and I know exactly how gross the Top Doctors’ abuse of Bill and his family was.
Dafydd et al were clueless anyway, but in the light of Bill working in an institution which was facilitating the sex trafficking gang, I do wonder whether the severe neglect of Bill and the poison thrown at his family might have been for the routine reason ie. Bill discovering the extent of the wrongdoing.
Just before I left north Wales, I was on a bus when someone sat next to me who remembered me from years before as a UNCW student. He had worked as a junior technician in the Zoology Dept for a short while and we started chatting about old times. He told me that the nicest lecturer in Zoology had been Dr Hemmings…
There are still a few members of the Bow Tie Club alive, as are some of their wives. Perhaps they’d like to let us all know why they abandoned their colleague to Dafydd’s dungeon and showed no support at all for Bill.
BBC News Wales is telling us that Bangor University is opening its doors to train medical students. Hywel Williams, MP for Caernarfon and a former social work colleague of Dafydd’s, is delighted and has explained that GPs tend to practice in the area in which they studied, so this will be a solution to the lack of GPs in north Wales. Hywel knows as well as I do that GPs won’t work in north Wales because the region is still run by those who facilitated a paedophile gang some 20 yrs ago. D.G.E. Wood had been responsible for GP training in north Wales for decades. However Hywel also knows that there will be applications for places to study medicine at Bangor – the applications will be from the children of the paedophile gang who’s A level grades won’t be sufficient to get them into any other medical school. The paedophiles’ friends are Hywel’s bread and butter, so it is little wonder that he has greeted the news with pleasure. In 20 yrs time the health outcomes of people in north Wales will still be among the worst in Europe and no doubt one of Hywel’s children will be an MP and they’ll tell everyone that there is a problem with the NHS and it is a result of ‘cuts’.
Down at Westminster, the resignation of David Davies the Brexit Secretary looks as though it might bring down the Gov’t. I could well miss all the action because I’m going away for a few days to a place with no access to wifi or indeed even TV and radio. The ‘Today’ programme were excitedly discussing whether Theresa can survive. I don’t know why she even wants to, she presides over a Gov’t of backstabbing vacuous idiots who are knifing her after telling her that she was the best thing since sliced bread. ‘Leave it Theresa, they ain’t worf it’. Go to your favourite hotel, that one near Dolgellau and spend some time among normal people and hills and let them stew at Westminster. They’ll all ‘be ready to serve’ from the minute that you resign.
I keep being told that I should receive an apology for what happened to me. I would take it as an insult if I did. None of this was an accident. No-one accidentally missed a vicious sex trafficking gang as they targeted me and my friends for thirty years. Their crimes were recorded by and known to the security services and received the full backing of Gov’t. The harsh reality is that for decades the careers and pensions of a bunch of vile troughing old Top Docs and their allies were systematically considered to be more important than the lives of hundreds of young people. Get over it world. The British state did this, it did it deliberately and over a course of many, many years as an awful lot of people stood by and assisted or watched. It wasn’t long ago and far away, I was being threatened and harassed until the day that I left north Wales. No amount of Me Tooing or inquiries into organised abuse will bring back the dead. Live with what you have all done. If anyone really had one ounce of regret those bodies at Denbigh would be recovered. There is no sign of that happening.
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:
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.
‘There’s a Kind of Hush All Over the World’
One track by Herman’s Hermits was ‘You Won’t Be Leaving’.
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:
Alexander Patrick Greysteil Hore-Ruthven, 2nd Earl of Gowrie:
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.
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.
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.
Sir John Major
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.
I know nuzzing…
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!
Sir Ian at Manchester Pride 2010:
The Ass-headed Bottom:
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:
The Lord Owen
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:
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.’
‘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?
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:
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:
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.
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.
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.
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’…