Rivers Of Blood

The day before yesterday’s edition of the ‘Morning Star’ was certainly poignant in the light of recent posts on this blog.

It seems that Michael Crick recently interviewed Theresa May on Channel 4 News and as part of a discussion regarding previous Conservative Gov’ts stance on apartheid South Africa, Crick asked Theresa if she ever attended any anti-apartheid protests. Theresa testily observed that Michael Crick knew that she had not.

The ‘Morning Star’ reported that John McDonnell remembered that he and Jeremy Corbyn campaigned against apartheid in the 1970s and 80s and that on one occasion, Jeremy was arrested outside the South African Embassy during a protest. McDonnell remembered that at the time the Federation of Conservative Students were wearing ‘Hang Nelson Mandela’ badges. I remember it all well.

Sadly while those on the left were making a lot of noise about apartheid, many of them remained silent about the en masse abuse of kids in care and vulnerable adults in their own constituencies/Councils, including Jeremy and John McDonnell. What was happening to some dispossessed people was not only no secret but one had to work really hard at not noticing it.

Brown and I attended an anti-apartheid protest outside South Africa House in 1987. The police weren’t quite as violent as they sometimes were – on another protest Brown was kneed in the knackers by a policeman and I was shoved – but on that particular day in 1987 we didn’t see any police violence, although we did see a few people trying to wind the police up. We did however have quite an adventure in a tube station on our way back from the demo, after we stopped to help a girl whom we found kneeling over the semi-conscious body of a young man, crying ‘please don’t die’. It transpired that the young man was called Smurf, he had been inhaling solvents which was not a good idea and he was now in a bad way. Brown and I did what we could to keep Smurf breathing and chatted to his girlfriend at the same time. She was 15 and had run away from a children’s home in Swansea. Smurf had also run away from a children’s home. The tube station was busy and for more than an hour and a half while we waited for an ambulance – it couldn’t get through because of the anti-apartheid protest – hundreds of people passed us by. Two people offered to help – TWO. A middle aged lady – she was the one who called the ambulance – and a snappily dressed young man. Not only did hundreds of people ignore what was going on, but while we sat with Smurf and his girlfriend, about eight of their mates appeared. All of them had run away from ‘care’ and were living on the streets in London. Then a tramp appeared and offered to help. So out of all those hundreds of people – many of whom had been part of the anti-apartheid protest – who witnessed a boy who had run away from ‘care’ and who was in difficulty, only three people stopped and one of those was a tramp.

When the ambulance finally arrived, the ambulance staff took one look at their intended patient – Smurf had a red mohican and because he had inhaled solvents he had saliva running from his mouth – and refused to touch him lest ‘he’s got AIDS and he spits at us’. I told the ambulancemen that there was no risk of HIV being transmitted via saliva. Brown reiterated that. They still refused to touch Smurf. Smurf’s mates all ran away when the ambulance appeared because it was accompanied by a police officer. After much umming and ahhing and donning of protective gear, the ambulance staff finally agreed to touch Smurf, eventually got him into the ambulance and told us that they were taking him to – I seem to remember – the Westminster Hospital. The next day Brown and I popped in to see Smurf, only to find that they had discharged him just hours after he had arrived, when they considered his life to be no longer at risk. A teenaged boy who had run away from ‘care’ and was living on the streets – the leading Top Docs and Angels of London had sent him right back onto the streets.

At the time I was living in Harringay and the girlfriend of one of the boys in our house was an Angel. I told her that I was appalled that so few people had stopped to help Smurf and she told me that it was hardly surprising, whoever would want to help a young man on the streets with a red mohican? Well not the NHS, obviously.

When Brown and I met Smurf and his mates, I had not long escaped the clutches of Dafydd after he had illegally imprisoned me in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I have mentioned in previous posts that after I’d been there a few weeks, one day without warning Dafydd arrived on the ward, told me that he would release me if I agreed to go straight back to London and never return to north Wales again. Dafydd told me that he knew where I was living in London and that he had rung Haringey Social Services to alert them to my presence in the area. This was not any sort of referral for ‘after-care’, it was a threat. I was then driven to a train station by two Angels and literally put on the next train to London, after being told to ‘shut your mouth about DA’ and never to return to north Wales again.

The Leader of Haringey Council at the time was Bernie Grant, who was subsequently elected as the MP for Tottenham in June 1987. Bernie Grant was born in British Guiana and in 1963 his parents took up the UK Government’s offer at the time to people from the crown colonies to settle in the UK. Grant attended Tottenham Technical College and went on to take a degree course in Mining Engineering at Heriot-Watt University. In the mid-1960s, Grant was for a period a member of the Socialist Labour League, led by Gerry Healy, who was notorious for his sexual aggression towards women. The Socialist Labour League later became known as the Workers Revolutionary Party. Grant quickly became a trade union official, moved into politics and became a Labour councillor in the Haringey in 1978.

When Thatch introduced ‘rate capping’, Grant led the fight against it in Haringey, which created division in the local constituency Labour Party and it was through this split that Grant became the Borough of Haringey leader in 1985.

So Bernie had his feet well under the table at Haringey by the time that Dafydd knew someone there well enough to give them a ring without my knowledge or consent and alert them to my presence in the Borough. When I was living in Haringey, I witnessed at first hand the neglect and abuse of vulnerable people who were the responsibility of Haringey Social Services. Haringey Social Services have now been condemned repeatedly in a whole series of deaths of vulnerable children. In every case, Haringey Social Services and Council have been revealed to have been in chaos.

Tony Smythe – who was a self-styled anarchist involved with MIND when Dafydd was a leading light in MIND, as well as being involved with the NCCL when that organisation campaigned for paedophiles’ rights and the Campaign for Homosexual Equality when some branches of CHE (including Chester) were alleged to be a front for paedophile activity – in later life was a leading light in Haringey MIND. Smythe and his wife Jean were involved in a number of other community charities, including some in Haringey. See previous posts.

Bernie Grant was associated with the Socialist Campaign Group and spoke out against police racism. He didn’t speak out against the appalling social services, or indeed the truly dreadful local GPs, two of whom I encountered in Harringay myself. One Top Doc, a Dr Lippitch or it may have been Liptrott, listened to my concerns regarding what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, asked me what I did for a living and when I told him that I was doing a Masters in Experimental Pathology at Hammersmith Hospital he told me that he would be contacting Dafydd immediately. I walked out of the surgery and registered with another Harringay GP under a false name because I could see that the cosy relationship between Dafydd et al in north Wales and folk in the Haringey area was going to be difficult. Fortunately for me, the next GP was so negligent that he barely noticed my presence and never noticed that he was unable to trace the records of his newly-registered patient, if indeed he ever tried. He’d have had a shock if he had, because when decades later my lawyer finally obtained my medical records, I discovered that records relating to me at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had been forged. There was no record of me being discharged on the day that I was put on that train to London let alone Dafydd’s phone call to Haringey Social Services, but there was a discharge note signed by a Top Doc of whom I’d never heard stating that I had been discharged some weeks later and was suffering from paranoid schizophrenia no less. At the time that Top Doc was discharging me from Denbigh and discovering that I had paranoid schizophrenia, I was sitting in a lecture theatre at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School.

Bernie Grant died from a heart attack at the Middlesex Hospital – Gwynne the lobotomist’s alma mater, who’s network protected Gwynne for the rest of his career –  on 8 April 2000, aged 56. Grant was a diabetic and needed to maintain a good relationship with the Top Doctors, because it is quite easy to cause a diabetic to peg out. I note that Bernie died two months after the Waterhouse Report was published, among the many angry shouts of ‘massive cover-up’.

According to The Guardian′s report, after Bernie died ‘An estimated 3,000 people… turned out to salute the black radical. There were dancers and singers, a Highland piper and African drums. Also present were Home Secretary, Jack Straw, Chris Smith, Culture Secretary, Clare Short, Minister for International Development, and Paul Boateng and Keith Vaz, Britain’s most senior Black ministers’.

 

Jack Straw knows much about the crimes discussed on this blog, he has been actively involved in concealing them for decades, since his early years in political life. Jack got off to a flying start, both in terms of being a leading light in Islington Council, which at the time was hosting a paedophile ring in its children’s homes and of course as Barbara Castle’s adviser at the DHSS, when Castle was refusing to investigate the deaths of scores of disabled children in the care of Hackney Council.

Chris Smith, now Lord Smith, was the Labour MP for Islington South and Finsbury. Chris Smith made history for being the first MP to admit that he was HIV positive. As an older man, Smith has been in a long term relationship. He has never made it public whether he was ever a partner of many of the young men involved with sex work who were HIV positive.

Clare Short knew much about Dafydd and related gangs from her time as a civil servant in the Home Office, as a West Midlands MP whose constituency included Aston University when the VC was Thatcher’s corrupt mate Sir Freddie Crawford and from her many years in the Labour Party working with colleagues who were concealing Dafydd et al (see post ‘Remember Girls – Never Get Into A Car With A Stranger!’).

Paul Boateng knew all about Dafydd, because Boateng was working as a solicitor for Birnberg & Co when Mary Wynch sued Dafydd and the paedophiles in the 1980s – Mary was represented by Birnberg & Co (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Boateng’s wife Janet was a social worker who was Chair of Lambeth’s Social Services Committee when Tyra Henry died in the care of Lambeth Social Services in 1987 (see post ‘A Few More Who Might Be Able To Answer Questions’). There was a big paedophile ring operating within Lambeth Social Services with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. For more information about Paul Boateng, see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’.

Bernie’s widow, Sharon Grant, was on the shortlist to succeed him as the official Labour candidate for Tottenham, but was beaten by David Lammy, who won the by-election in June 2000.

On 5 December 2017, a portrait of Bernie Grant was unveiled in Parliament.

In 1987, Bernie Grant was one of the first UK Black British MPs to be elected. The others were Paul Boateng and Diane Abbott. Before she became an MP Diane Abbott was the PR/press officer for Lambeth Borough Council.

When I was living in Harringay, Jeremy Corbyn was the MP for nearby Islington North. Jeremy also sat on a Health Authority which covered the Haringey area.

 

The MP who preceded Bernie Grant was the Labour member Norman Atkinson, who was elected for Tottenham in 1964. Atkinson was born in Manchester, educated at technical school and became a design engineer at Manchester University. Atkinson was a councillor on Manchester City Council, 1945-49. A member of Labour’s NEC for five years, Atkinson also served as the Party’s national treasurer, 1976-81. As treasurer, he clashed with Chancellor Denis Healey at the 1976 Labour Party Conference. Healey was yet another person who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al, but then so did everyone on the Labour Party’s NEC. Atkinson was a Marxist on the left of the Party, a founding member of the Socialist Campaign Group and at one point he Chaired the Tribune Group.  In 1981 Atkinson backed Tony Benn’s campaign for the Deputy Leadership. Tony Benn was someone who actively looked in the opposite direction when I drew his attention to the abuse of psychiatric patients in north Wales (see post ‘No Cuts’).

In 1983 boundary changes enlarged the Tottenham constituency and before the 1983 General Election, Atkinson won the nomination for the constituency over a rival, another left winger, Reg Race. Atkinson was comfortably elected, yet in 1985 Atkinson was deselected by the constituency party in favour of Bernie Grant. In 1987 the Windbag was Leader of the Labour Party and Mandy was pushing the boat out in a desperate attempt to make him electable (see post ‘I Warn You…’). Atkinson, Grant, the Windbag and Mandy all knew about Dafydd and the gang, so presumably Atkinson was deselected for reasons unrelated to a pan-European paedophile ring who were murdering witnesses.

 

To return to John McDonnell’s memories of the Federation of Conservative Students and their desire to Hang Nelson Mandela; the FCS did of course become so excruciatingly embarrassing that Tebbs disbanded the organisation after they went on the rampage in a sea side resort where a conference was being held and indulged in extensive vandalism. There was someone in Bethnal Green who was keen on the notion of hanging Mandela the year that Dafydd was unleashing the hounds of Haringey in my direction. I described in my post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’ how my best friend from school and her husband who both knew what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al were sacked from their jobs and found gangsters after them at the same time that Brown and I did. When I first went to London in the autumn of 1986, I stayed with them in their flat in Bethnal Green, which they shared with a group of people with whom they had been at Stirling University. Within months, virtually all their friends at Stirling became very cool towards them and two of those ‘friends’ caused havoc in their lives. One of the people who had been in their circle at Stirling was Jack McConnell, who later became Scotland’s FM, the year after the Waterhouse Report was published. Jack had only been an MSP for two years when he became FM! See previous posts and comments for accounts of Jack’s staggering rise to the top of Scottish Labour politics.

Parts of Bethnal Green had begun to become gentrified at the time – an expensive shoe shop had just opened and Bob Geldof came to look around a posh apartment block which had been recently developed – but most of it was still quite rough. When we used to go to Brick Lane market, there’d be a line of skinheads flogging NF/fascist mags there. One night my friends went out and painted ‘Free Nelson Mandela’ on a wall opposite their flat. Within a week, the slogan had been re-graffitied to read ‘Hang Nelson Mandela’.

My mates had been grumbling about all the fascists that were in Bethnal Green, so when we started getting hassled we just thought that it was because we were lefties. My friend’s husband was followed home from the tube station every night by skinheads who threatened him with serious damage and he thought that it was because he wasn’t macho and they’d mistaken him as being gay. Then a bunch of skinheads tried to gatecrash one of my friends’ parties and it got very nasty. The worst happened after I had escaped from Dafydd’s clutches in early 1987. I wasn’t living at the flat in Bethnal Green by then, but I used to go over to visit my friends from my place in Harringay. Every time I that got off the tube a seriously unpleasant man who would be waiting outside as I arrived followed me to my mates’ place threatening sexual violence. Brown later found out that this man was a serial rapist who had recently been released. Since I began writing this blog I have been told that at least some of these scumbags were presents from Dafydd and the gang who had been clocking my whereabouts and the whereabouts of my friends.

Dafydd and the gang were running a trade in kids/underaged sex workers between north Wales and the east end at the time. The local MPs were Ian Mikardo (see previous posts) and Peter Shore, who both knew what was going on. When the sexually exploited kids in care began dying from HIV/AIDS, Shore helped conceal the scandal all over again (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

 

On 18 Nov 1987 a fireball ripped through King’s Cross Station, killing 31 people. I was due to pass through the station at the time of the fire but my plans had been disrupted so I missed it. Since I began this blog I have been told that the fire was an attempt to kill me. The cause of the King’s Cross fire was never positively identified.

 
A police car, three fire engines and an ambulance outside King's Cross

 

The ‘Morning Star’ also reported that UCU members in England are going to be balloted over strike action. Sally Hunt, the General Secretary of UCU, has been spouting off about the wages of staff in universities being ‘held down’ and ‘fat cat’ VCs raking it in. It is true that some universities are now paying their VCs enormous salaries, but Sally Hunt has been using this discourse for a very long time, before the recent trend for astronomical VCs’ salaries. Back in 2006 when I was working at Bangor University, I and other post-docs and PhD students were doing the work of a contingent of senior lecturers who did not show their faces in the Dept for weeks on end. None of us had permanent jobs or even full time salaries and the PhD students weren’t being paid at all. Sally Hunt paid a visit to Bangor University at that time and amazingly enough I found her sitting behind me in a coffee lounge. Had Sally come to help the oppressed ie. the post docs and PhD students? No. Sally Hunt was holding court with those we know and love, who were pulling in £45k pa or sometimes considerably more, for not coming into the University for more than one day per week – if that – and  giving their teaching and marking to the rest of us to do.

Sally Hunt had rocked up at the invitation of the Bangor University UCU rep, Eileen Tilley. Tilley was a laugh a minute, not least because she was colluding with the corrupt Director of Human Resources, Lyn Meadows, who is now a member of the Betsi Board. Meadows was a frightful bully, breached confidence after accessing confidential details about staff and offered jobs to people who, when they arrived to take up their post, would find that their contract stated that they would be paid £2000 pa less than had been agreed when they accepted the post. See previous posts for details of Meadows’ wrongdoing. Meadows had previously worked for the Welsh Ambulance Trust and was a big mate of the paedophiles’ friends who were constantly harassing and threatening me. I was told that Tilley was systematically ingratiating herself to my friends in order to gain information as to whether I was going to sue the NHS. Tilley reached a peak when she saw a witness to the threats that I was receiving from NHS staff reading through his witness statement in the library. Tilley walked up behind him, stopped, looked over his shoulder and very obviously read his witness statement.

I was told that Tilley’s ambition was to become a rep on the UCU national executive and that she had thrashed out a deal with Lyn Meadows in order to achieve this, which involved Tilley failing to support anyone who had been on the receiving end of Meadows’s bullying and unlawful practices.

At one point Tilley appeared in the press grumbling about the salary of the VC of Bangor University. The VC had made no secret of his salary and he had not been involved in any of the negotiations regarding his remuneration. Furthermore his salary was nowhere near the top of the scale in terms of VCs salaries, he actually earned less than the VC of the chaotic mess that was Glyndwr University. Unfortunately for the VC of Bangor University, he had challenged the paedophile gang, as had one of his close friends and therefore He Had To Pay. When his wife developed a serious illness, they found that there was nothing that the Top Docs could do. She died. Interestingly enough, she had a virtually identical condition to one of the social workers who had facilitated Dafydd’s gang, who made a complete recovery at the hands of the very same Top Docs. It might have been a coincidence, but what was not a coincidence was the plan on the part of some members of staff to wait until the VC’s wife had died and then ‘blacken his name’ and frame him for a criminal offence. I gained the impression that Tilley knew all about those plans.World war i

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Fancy popping up to Bangor to have a word with them all then Ms Hunt? How about a march through Gwynedd, where the average income is I think still less than £18k pa, to plead the case of the paedophiles’ friends who have to scrape by on £45 k pa?

Before working as the HR Director at Bangor University, Lyn Meadows was a non-executive Director of an NHS Trust on Merseyside. Meadows was named in Hansard and on Frank Field’s blog as having colluded with a group of Top Doctors on Merseyside who committed a fraud from which they all benefited financially. There were rumours circulating around Bangor University that Meadows had made a packet from her dodgy deals and she was also boasting to her mates in the NHS regarding the scams that she was working at Bangor University.

So why did the VC of Bangor University appoint a poisonous corrupt cow like Lyn Meadows as HR Director? As far as I could work out he didn’t. Because his wife was ill and had been told by the Top Doctors that there was nothing that they could do, he had taken some months off work for the purpose of compassionate leave. When he was absent, the decision to employ Lyn Meadows was made by Professor Fergus Lowe, who had built his entire empire on his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes and who in high places had colluded with Dafydd (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). Fungus was ably assisted by Elfed Roberts, a member of the Council of Bangor University. Elfed was formerly acting Assistant Chief Constable of the North Wales Police who had left the force amid allegations of corruption.

The Welsh Gov’t – when Rhodri was FM – appointed Elfed as Chair of the North West Wales NHS Trust, which automatically gave Elfed a seat on Bangor University Council. When Chair of the Trust, Elfed had me unlawfully arrested on a number of occasions, once because I had pink hair and called his car a penismobile (see previous posts). None of my complaints about Elfed’s abuse of his position were ever investigated. On one occasion a PhD student- who had witnessed the harassment of and threats made towards me by NHS staff – and I were followed around the University by an unidentified man who did his best to intimidate us. I knew who he was – he was a bent copper who many years ago had been stationed at Bangor. I recognised him from the Good Old Days when people were trying to set fire to my house and I and others were threatened with arrest ourselves when we went to the police to report offences against us.

Many moons ago, Elfed had been the Sergeant at Llangefni Police Station, where, I was told, he was known to be corrupt. Dafydd lives about three miles away from Llangefni and always had a very cosy relationship with the police there.

When Elfed was obliged to leave the North Wales Police, he led a campaign against the Chief Constable who had kicked him out, Richard Brunstrom, who was desperate to clean up a rotten force. The ‘Daily Mail’ was happy to publish stories about the sins of Mr Brunstrom that Elfed had given them. The ‘Daily Mail’ reported that Richard Brunstrom was known in north Wales as the ‘Mad Mullah of the Traffic Taliban’. The only person who called Mr Brunstrom that was Elfed.

When the NW Wales NHS Trust was abolished because even the Welsh Gov’t could no longer stomach the stream of deaths and scandal, Elfed declared war on the CEO and Chairman of the new Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board which replaced the NW Wales NHS Trust. The Chairman of the new Heath Board was the VC of Bangor University – who’s wife by then had died after the loving neglect dispensed by the Top Docs of the Walton Centre on Merseyside. After the VC’s wife died, Edwina Hart, the Health Minister, proposed that elective neurology patients should no longer be treated at the Walton Centre. A campaign was launched immediately, both to get rid of Edwina and to ensure that all neurology patients from north Wales should continue to risk their lives at the Walton Centre.

The leader of the campaign was Professor Robert Owen, Dafydd’s mate from Liverpool University who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang in 1989 after I complained about them (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). In support of Professor Owen’s attempts to ensure that Dafydd’s mates at the Walton Centre should be allowed to kill off grasses, a ‘memorandum’ was submitted to Parliament’s Welsh Affairs Committee. The ‘memorandum’ was submitted by a ‘group of retired professional people from north Wales’. Every one of the names on the memorandum was that of an associate of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

Oh, I need to mention a small matter re the unfortunate death of the VC’s wife at the hands of the Top Docs. Not only had her husband and her husband’s friend dared take on the paedophile gang, but many years ago, she did as well. So they fucking killed her.

Get it straight Top Docs – someone should have dropped a bomb on you lot a very, very long time ago. 10,000 documents. I haven’t mentioned half of the contents of them so far on this blog you worthless toe rags. Now piss off, sod off, bugger off.

The icing on the cake re Elfed Roberts was that although he wasn’t recycled into the new Health Board, Edwina Hart appointed him to the Board of the Welsh Ambulance Trust – Lyn Meadows’ former employers. Just look at what is happening at the Welsh Ambulance Trust… But Edwina had to give the old bastard another job. Not only because Edwina and Elfed had mountains of dirt on each other, but Edwina doesn’t want to die slowly and painfully should she become ill…

Dim problem Top Docs, you refused me all treatment years ago and then people armed with guns began pursuing me! There’s not much more that you can do to me is there. So you’ve got this blog….

 

The ‘Morning Star’ also told us that Theresa is visiting Nigeria to tackle human trafficking and slavery. That’s the Theresa who was a Councillor for Merton, an area served by St George’s Hospital Medical School when that institution was facilitating a pan-European trafficking ring (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’), the Theresa who as Home Secretary organised a review of the Waterhouse Inquiry by Lady Justice Macur which was yet another cover-up and the Theresa who organised the IICSA and so far has appointed a series of Chairs who have all been associates of paedophile rings, except for Dame Lowell Goddard, who returned to New Zealand in despair because the Home Office wouldn’t let her do the job properly.

Diane Abbott said that Theresa’s ‘warm words’ ‘rang hollow’ considering that it was her hostile policies as Home Secretary that ‘worsened the plight of victims of slavery and trafficking in Britain’. I’m not sure that Diane helped such people very much when she worked as the PR/Press Officer for Lambeth when kids in care in that Borough were being abused and trafficked. Diane is the former partner of Jeremy Corbyn, who ignored warnings that a paedophile gang was operating in his Islington constituency and who’s election agent was the business partner of a man who was jailed for a series of sex offences against school boys, as detailed in previous posts…

Diane stated that border guards and police officers ‘are the front line in the fight against modern slavery’ and that the Labour Party will employ hundreds more border guards and 10,000 new police officers. Diane, if the border guards and police officers themselves are corrupt and colluding with the trafficking gangs – and believe me, they are – your additional officers are only going to add to the problem.

 

Today’s ‘feature’ in the ‘Morning Star’ concerned ‘clergy’s sex abuse cover-ups’. The ‘Morning Star’ reminded us that there have now been numerous sex abuse scandals within organised religion, including at Ampleforth, Downside, Buckfast Abbey and of course that of former Archbiship of Canterbury George Carey covering up the offences of Bishop Peter Ball. The ‘Morning Star’ failed to mention that colluding Top Docs played a major role in concealing all these matters. The ‘Morning Star’ reported that the IICSA has found that the 2000-01 Review on Child Protection in the Catholic Church in England and Wales which Lord Nolan Chaired was a ‘whitewash’. Nolan carried out that Review in the immediate aftermath of the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

When Lord Michael Nolan was growing up, his family home was at Bexhill-on-Sea in East Sussex, a centre of paedophile activity where many of those who later concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang were based. (Sally Hunt lives in the area.) Michael Nolan went to Ampleforth, then did his national service in the Royal Artillery, 1947-49. Following that, Nolan read law at Wadham and Gomorrah when the debauched Maurice Bowra was Warden of that College (see post ‘Comedies of Menace’). At Oxford, Nolan became close friends with Sir Patrick Mayhew and Stephen Tumim.

Patrick Mayhew became a barrister, worked for the MDU and was responsible for ensuring that the child psychiatrist Dr Morris Fraser continued to work as a psychiatrist after he committed sex offences against children. Mayhew became a Tory MP, then Attorney General and in that capacity he authorised three prosecutions of me for contempt of court, although he knew that the paedophile gang had perjured themselves on each occasion (see previous posts). Mayhew wound up as Secretary of State for N Ireland, where he concealed the ‘VIP’ abuse ring at Kincora Boys’ Home in Belfast, an institution with which Dr Morris Fraser had been involved. Judge Stephen Tumim never tried to imprison me like Mayhew did, but Tumim knew that many of those in prison were victims of organised abuse/trafficking gangs and had been fitted up and was a friend and associate of many of the people involved with this (see post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’).

Michael Nolan was called to the Bar at Middle Temple in 1953. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was of a similar vintage to Nolan and was also a member of Middle Temple, then a Bencher and served as Treasurer to Middle Temple. Nolan became a Bencher at Middle Temple in 1975. Nolan became a QC in 1968, was called to the Bar in N Ireland in 1974 and became a QC in N Ireland at the same time. Nolan was a member of the Bar Council, 1973-74 and a member of the Senate at the Inns of Court, 1974-80.

Nolan was a recorder in the Crown Court in Kent, 1975-82 and then in 1982 was appointed a High Court judge. It was Michael Nolan who in 1984 granted injunctions to the NCB to stop the NUM using flying pickets. In 1985 Nolan granted an injunction to Westminster Council stopping the GLC from pursuing a poster campaign against its own abolition. The Tory Westminster Council was led by the Tesco heiress Shirley Porter who famously flogged off three cemeteries for literally a few pence to developers and also orchestrated gerrymandering on a huge scale, cleansing the area run by Westminster Council of poor people who were in danger of voting Labour. When Porter was finally held to account for her illegal practices and fined a great deal of money, she buggered off to live in Israel, although she later returned to the UK when the coast was clear.

Nolan was Presiding Judge of the Western Circuit, 1985-88. He was promoted to the Court of Appeal in 1991. Nolan heard appeals in many high-profile cases. In 1991 Nolan was a member of the Court of Appeal which rejected claims for compensation for psychological damage brought by relatives of those who died in the 1989 Hillsborough football stadium tragedy. Nolan reviewed the decision not to bring prosecutions after the Marchioness Disaster in 1989.

Nolan quashed the conviction of Judith Ward for involvement in the bombing of a coach on the M62 in 1974. Judith Ward was a vulnerable young woman who was known for confessing to crimes which she had very obviously not committed. Reviewing that case in 1992 will have left Nolan in no doubt as to the level of corruption prevailing within the criminal justice and legal/judicial system and he described the conviction of Judith Ward as ‘a grave miscarriage of justice’. Judith Ward was convicted at a time when, in a number of cases, the prosecution did not disclose to the defence material which might have been helpful to them and the jury. In 1992 the North Wales Police were investigating the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring operating in north Wales and Cheshire, a possibility which they dismissed in 1993. In the case of the north Wales/Cheshire gang, a running theme has been the non-disclosure of evidence, including the non-disclosure of evidence which would have helped those who were fitted up by the gang. Such as the existence of the scores of documents in my own case which demonstrated perjury, conspiracy and attempts to pervert the course of justice.

After just over two years in the Court of Appeal, in 1994 Nolan became a Law Lord, retiring from this position in 1998.

Nolan chaired the Committee on Standards in Public Life, 1994-98. John Major’s Gov’t set up the Committee in late 1994 after the cash-for-questions scandal, which involved Sir Peter Morrison as well as others. No-one mentioned that Morrison was molesting kids in care in north Wales as well as in other locations when he was named in the lobbying scandal. Morrison was found safely dead in July 1995, so that was one less thing for Nolan to worry about.

The Nolan Committee produced its first report in 1995 and ‘created waves’ by recommending full disclosure of MPs’ outside interests. Nolan also produced a report regarding standards of conduct in local government in July 1997. The principles embodied and articulated in the first report have since become embedded in public life in Britain and are often referred to as the Nolan Principles.

It was in 2000, at the request of the Archbishop of Westminster Cardinal Cormac Murphy-O’Connor who was a big admirer of Lord Longford who – along with his extended family – spent his entire life keeping quiet about the abuse of vulnerable people in ‘care’ settings which he found out about in detail through his penal reforming and charitable activities (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’), that Nolan investigated the issue of paedophile priests in the Nolan Report.

Nolan was Chancellor of the University of Essex, 1997-2002 and was described as ‘hands-on’. When Nolan was Chancellor of Essex University, that institution was housing Professor Andrew Radford, who in the 1980s had been Chair and Head of Linguistics at UCNW, where he caused great concern as a result of his Ugandan discussions with female undergrads and even greater concern when it was noticed that there was a high correlation between students who had entertained Radford and students who had been awarded Firsts. See post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’.

Nolan also served as Deputy Lieutenant for Kent. He died in 2007.

In the words of his obituary in ‘The Guardian’ “Lord Nolan .. made a profound mark on national life by substantially cleansing the Augean stable of corrupt politics as founding chairman of the Committee on Standards in Public Life.”

So that’s why there was the Parliamentary expenses scandal in 2010 which resulted in one MP going to prison and the revelations that a great many more should have but their bacon was saved by a massive shifting of goalposts. Then there are all the recent revelations regarding the sexual misconduct of those in Parliament and no-one’s even got round to doing anything about those who colluded with far more serious organised abuse…Margaret Hodge - Wikipedia

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It was Nolan who declared that MPs ‘should end their cosy self-regulation with the introduction of a permanent, independent, anti-sleaze Parliamentary Commissioner’. That will be the independent, anti-sleaze Parliamentary Commissioner who has consistently refused to take action against the many MPs who have since been exposed as being involved with sleaze.

While maxing out on Clergy Abuse, the ‘Morning Star’ feature reminded us that ‘fellow establishment stalwart Lady Butler Sloss’ – had to apologise for her inaccurate 2011 Report into the way that the Church of England handled allegations in a Sussex sex abuse case and that Butler-Sloss’s brother Sir Michael Havers limited the scope of the Inquiry into the Kincora Boys’ Home in the 1970s. This is all true – although Lady Butler-Sloss is actually Lord Justice Butler-Sloss because when she was appointed no woman had ever held the position of a Lord Justice of Appeal and no-one had the wit to call her ‘Lady’, so she was known as ‘Lord’. However, the sort of PR that Lord Butler-Sloss receives has certainly changed recently.

Butler-Sloss was appointed to Chair the Inquiry into the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which reported in 1988. That scandal resulted entirely because of the insanity of those who had concealed the paedophile ring in the north of England and who had links to Dafydd et al (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named…’). The Cleveland crisis, which was a consequence of Dafydd’s Friends In The North ‘discovering’ that huge numbers of children had been anally raped by their own parents which gave Dafydd’s colleagues an opportunity for repeatedly committing what in any other context would be considered sexual assaults on children, occurred most conveniently when Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were making a lot of noise about Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Furthermore a few innocent people from Cleveland who had dared complain about the Top Docs found themselves in prison, one of whom committed suicide in there.

At the time of the Cleveland Scandal, the right wing press frothed at the mouth regarding the excesses of pinko social workers and Guardian-reading paediatricians. However, the liberal/left press uncritically took the side of the Top Docs who were causing havoc in Cleveland. I knew by that time that no matter what happened to us in north Wales, the mainstream press just would not report it. All coverage was of ‘caring’ doctors and dangerous patients, there was no other angle. Furthermore, every time that the Guardian was obliged to report a disaster – such as a suicide – resulting from Cleveland, it would be routinely accompanied by an article explaining to Guardian readers that child sexual abuse was a huge unacknowledged problem. None of those articles mentioned that Top Docs and social workers were facilitating organised abuse, although journos were well aware of that.

When Butler-Sloss was drafted in to hold an Inquiry because Dafydd’s associates had brought the NHS in Cleveland to a standstill with their idiocy and the Cleveland police refused to work with them any longer, the many profile articles of Butler-Sloss were hagiographies. It was repeatedly stressed that she was a Woman, so was by her very nature caring, warm, child-centred, level-headed and honest. Furthermore she was a Woman who had Broken A Glass Ceiling and a Woman of Fine Legal Pedigree to boot, so she was uniquely genetically endowed to be a judge and being a Woman she’d be a better judge than all the rest of them.

At no point did anyone mention that Butler Sloss’s brother Michael Havers, the Attorney General, was a corrupt Tory and had actively blocked the prosecution of a number of high profile paedophiles, including the diplomat Sir Peter Hayman, a senior officer in MI6. No-one mentioned that the entire Havers clan had reached their exalted positions in life by being born into well-connected privilege – the father of Butler-Sloss and Havers was Sir Cecil Havers, the High Court judge who presided over the trial of Ruth Ellis. Neither did anyone mention that Elizabeth Butler-Sloss had not made it to university and instead had worked as a secretary, only becoming a lawyer when she was older. Had Butler-Sloss fought with disadvantage, that would have been very admirable, but anyone familiar with her biography knows that this was a rather dim massively privileged woman who ended up as a Lord Justice Of Appeal because of who she was related to. Furthermore Elizabeth Butler-Sloss had tried to get elected as a Tory MP and was a leading light in the Church of England. ‘The Guardian’ and ‘New Statesman’ loved Butler-Sloss, because she was the best chance that their millions of readers who worked in the welfare services had of ensuring that the en masse trafficking of children in care which was happening at that time would be concealed in the face of the explosions in Cleveland and in north Wales.

Thirty years after Cleveland, with Peter Morrison, Cyril Smith, Greville Janner, Norman St John Stevas, George Thomas et al all safely dead, along with most of the judges who helped them and Dafydd and Lucille looking into their own graves, we can now be told the truth about Butler-Sloss and her nearest and dearest. What a pity that didn’t happen in 1988, when Dafydd’s gang were running dozens and dozens of children’s homes in north Wales containing hundreds of kids who were being beaten, raped and trafficked and who would find themselves in Risley Remand Centre, the dungeon in Denbigh or a secure hospital if they complained.

Peter Preston was the Editor of ‘The Guardian’ at the time. Preston knew about the organised abuse of vulnerable people in the welfare system, but welfare professionals were his bread and butter. Preston is now dead. The Mili Tants who wrote many a feminist column at the time reassuring us that the poor Top Docs and social workers of Cleveland had been hung out to dry for daring to tell the Truth have still not admitted that it is welfare professionals who are the key figures to the success of these trafficking gangs and instead now construct the problem as being one of male sexuality. I await their explanation for the many women who lied about me in Court in an attempt to see me in prison because I complained about those facilitating the trafficking ring of which they were part or indeed the comments of the feminist commentators regarding the many innocent boys/men whom were fitted up by Dafydd’s gang – often for sex offences – because they were witnesses who would not keep quiet.

Here’s a Caring Angel who knows a great deal about the trafficking ring in north Wales,  Grace Lewis-Parry, Board Secretary, Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board:

Grace Lewis-Parry

Following a career in nursing, midwifery and health visiting which included time spent in Australia and Canada, Grace Lewis Parry joined the Gwynedd Family Health Services Authority in 1993 and subsequently the North Wales Health Authority in 1996 as Assistant Director of Patient Care. In August 2001 Grace took up the position of General Manager to the Gwynedd Local Health Group based in Caernarfon and was then appointed as Chief Executive to the new Local Health Board for Gwynedd. Grace has continued her professional development, gaining a degree from Bangor and a Masters degree from Manchester University in leadership studies.  She attended an Executive Programme on Leadership at Harvard, Boston in 2007. As an experienced health care professional with substantial leadership, senior management and board level experience, Grace is passionate about improving health and health services.
When Grace was told directly of patients being threatened, unlawfully refused treatment or even assaulted, Grace would simply reply that she had been ‘appraised of the situation’ or berate the complainant for using ‘strong words’.
Here’s a few strong words for you Grace – ‘people trafficking callous lying bitch’.
Grace is a Roman Catholic and was torn between sending her children to a Welsh-medium school or a Catholic one. The Catholic education won the day.
I’m glad to say that facilitating a paedophile gang didn’t result in Grace losing her Wimmin’s Wisdom and Compassion. On one occasion Grace gave me a very hot cup of tea to drink and when I drank it, naturally I broke out into a minor sweat. Grace then asked me if I was menopausal because she had noticed that I was of a certain age. Actually Grace, I was not of a certain age, I was 52 and I was sweating because you’d given me a boiling hot drink. It’s called physiology and it would have happened if I had been 22, it was unrelated to the menopause. Furthermore I have never been traumatised by ‘hot flushes’, I found that taking off my cardigan and opening a window proved remarkably effective. Grace will have been on the HRT herself because she wouldn’t have been able to understand the results of the clinical trials which suggest that for most people, it isn’t a particularly good idea. In the light of what Grace’s colleagues did to me and others, I wasn’t going to touch it with a barge pole.

 

The ‘Morning Star’ feature on Clergy Abuse reminded readers that in 2014, the Archbishop of York apologised for previous cover-ups of abuse by Robert Waddington, the former Dean of Manchester Cathedral, who was once in charge of church schools.

Robert Murray Waddington, (24 October 1927 -15 March 2007) was the Dean of Manchester, 1984-93. He additionally served as Superior of the Oratory of the Good Shepherd (a dispersed community of Anglicans), 1987-90.

Dafydd’s old colleague and mate Dr Bob Hobson relocated to Manchester from the Maudsley in 1974. Hobson facilitated organised sexual abuse while he was at the Maudsley and he continued to do so when he moved to Manchester, where one of those who ‘trained’ with him was Tony Francis (see post ‘The Mentor’).

Robert Waddington was born in West Sussex and educated at Dulwich College, Selwyn College, Cambridge and Ely Theological College. Ordained in 1954, he began his career at St John’s, Bethnal Green. Afterwards he was Chaplain at Slade School in Warwick, Queensland. He returned to England in 1959 to join the Oratory of the Good Shepherd, an order of celibate priests. After 18 months, he returned to Australia to become Headmaster of St Barnabas School, Ravenshoe, where he remained nine years.

Returning to England in 1971 he was at Oxford University’s Department of Education before becoming a Canon Residentiary at Carlisle Cathedral and Bishop’s Adviser Adviser for Education, then General Secretary of the National Society until his appointment as Dean. In 2007, Waddington died in West Sussex.

Waddington was accused of abusing boys in Australia and Manchester, as far back as the 1960s. In April 2013, it was revealed by the press that as a result of allegations of child sexual abuse made against Waddington in 1999 and in 2003, his right to officiate at services was removed by the then Archbishop of York, Lord David Hope. However, Waddington was not reported to the police; Hope had cited his ‘[concern] about Waddington’s state of health’ as the reason for not doing so. It is likely that claim was backed up by a Top Doc’s opinion in order to tick the appropriate boxes.

One of Waddington’s reported victims told ‘The Times’ in May 2013 that the abuse by Waddington began when he was a choir boy at Manchester Cathedral in the 1980s when he was 13 and continued until he moved away to university. David Hope, among others, was censured for failing to act when complaints were made which put other children at risk. Bishop David Walker praised the Archbishop of York, John Sentamu for starting an enquiry. However, Sentamu has been accused of concealing other instances of abuse by clergy. Sentamu’s wife Margaret is a non-executive Director of the Leeds and York Partnership NHS Foundation Trust (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’). NHS professionals in Yorkshire concealed organised abuse, including that involving Jimmy Savile, for decades.

Bishop Walker praised the courage of those who spoke out about abuse and said:

Every time a survivor of abuse speaks out it makes it just a little easier for the next person to speak. Thank you for the courage you have found.

Bishop Walker might like to consider that in north Wales, many, many people complained about abuse. They were harassed, threatened, arrested, imprisoned, denounced as insane, incarcerated – often unlawfully – in secure mental hospitals, fired from jobs, subjected to vicious slander and libel, physically attacked and quite a few were found dead. They might well have been brave but I suspect that far from making it easier for the next person to speak out, they have acted as a highly effective deterrent. As one person screamed down the phone at me in terror after being on the receiving end of the Hergest Unit, ‘you complained and looked what happened to you’…

If Bishop Walker wants to drop me a line, he can e mail me or leave a comment on the blog. I can’t arrange to meet him because I’m in hiding and I don’t use phones with people whom I do not know because they can be used to trace me. Bishop Walker might be interested to know that a number of other people who were on the receiving end of Dafydd et al left the UK. Their attitude to Operation Pallial was ‘I’m buggered if I’m going to give evidence, everyone knew what was happening to us and they didn’t give a stuff’. A great many people knew what was happening to me as well. Those who did give a stuff and tried to help found themselves under attack, along with me.

 

The ‘Morning Star’ reported that in 2015 the Methodist Church apologised after an independent investigation unearthed nearly 2000 reports of sex abuse cases dating back to 1950. Two of those who helped me were active in the Methodist Church. They provided witness statements regarding the threats to which they had seen me subjected by NHS/social services ‘professionals’. They were hounded out of their jobs at Bangor University by Professor Fergus Lowe, with the assistance of Fungus’s mate Professor Lew Hardy; their letter to the Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust about an attempt to wrongfully arrest me for making ‘hoax calls’ when I dialled 999 in an emergency was ignored; and a Top Doc expert witness described them as ‘naive academics’ who had been ‘manipulated’ by me. One of them had a stroke and was told by his GP from Bethesda – a man who back in the 1990s was one of the Bethesda GPs who ignored the abuse of kids and psych patients – that he had an ear infection. He subsequently had another more serious stroke. He recovered well because he knows about strokes and knew what to do to give him the best chance of regaining speech and movement, but he has since found that for some reason, there are constant delays and missing test results within the Betsi Board regarding another health problem that he has had for about two years now.

I very much hope that my Methodist friends do not ever find themselves referred to the Walton Centre.

 

The ‘Morning Star’ feature on ‘Clergy Abuse’ mentions the multiple police investigations currently underway into historic allegations of child sexual abuse by church staff throughout Britain and N Ireland. The man who wrote the feature, Steven Walker, the ‘Unicef children’s champion’ and an expert on safeguarding, does not mention that virtually every Social Services Dept in the UK is now under police investigation for child abuse and trafficking.

No-one at all has mentioned the role that the Top Doctors are playing in all this.

‘Brain tumour love? Ooh, inoperable and incurable I’m afraid. We should know here at the Walton, we’re the best.’

‘Stroke? Don’t be daft, you’ve got an ear infection.’

‘Kidney stone when an in-patient at the Hergest Unit? Go and lie on your bed and stop making a fuss.’

‘Cluster headaches, one of the most serious forms of pain that you can experience which are also called suicide migraines because people used to kill themselves to get away from the pain? Oh you’ve got a borderline personality disorder. We’ll now section you and keep you in a locked ward for a year under constant bright lights while failing to provide any pain relief.’

‘In labour and the foetal heart monitor showed that the baby was in distress? We ignored it and the baby died. Legal action? Don’t even bother, the staff are all going to lie on oath, they’ve been briefed already.’

Let’s hear it for the Top Doctors, what would we do without them?

 

The day before yesterday ‘The Times’ ran a feature on Jan Morris, the travel writer. I used to live just a few fields across from Jan Morris’s house near Llanystumdwy. Jan’s son Twm Morys is well-known locally because of his gigs with his Welsh language folk/rock band. Twm is also a writer of serious Welsh verse and won the Chair at the National Eisteddfod some years ago. Since then Twm has been children’s laureate for Wales. Jan Morris herself jokes that when she dies – Jan is in her 90s now – the obituaries will make more of the ‘sex change’ that she underwent many years ago than they will of her writing. Jan used to be James and she underwent gender reassignment when it was very rare indeed and she was subjected to the most appalling hostility and abuse as a result. Jan went to I think Casablanca for surgery to avoid the excesses of the UK Top Docs who at that time treated people with gender dysphoria appallingly. I really admire Jan Morris for doing that at a time when it was damn near impossible to do such a thing without running a high risk of physical violence from the great British public.

There is however a mystery surrounding Jan. Jan – and her son Twm – must know about Dafydd and the paedophiles, not only because of the circles in which they have moved for decades now (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’), but because of Jan’s early career. James Morris was a journo for ‘The Times’ and he was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition. Another member of the expedition was Sir Charles Evans, the neurosurgeon from Liverpool, who regular readers of this blog will know spent decades as the Principal of UCNW, throughout the years when Dafydd and the gang dominated the college and ran their trafficking ring from within. Sir Charles personally knew Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd, because of his Top Doctoring activities. Sir Charles was at the heart of the medical corruption on Merseyside, part of Dafydd’s empire and then ensured that the UCNW branch of the trafficking ring continued untouched.

The leader of the 1953 Everest expedition was Lord John Hunt, an Army officer who worked for the security services. Charles Evans undoubtedly used his contacts in the security services to ensure that the trafficking ring was protected and to send troublesome people the way of Brown and I, as described in previous posts. I’m fairly sure that James Morris must have been working for the security services as well, it will have come with the territory of being a journo with ‘The Times’ in the early 1950s. Charles Evans was known to be a very difficult and unpopular man who when he was older fell out with his old Everest comrades so badly that he refused to go to the Everest team reunions. I knew someone who was close to Charles Evans who told me that even on his death-bed, Evans had ‘bitter words’ regarding his Everest colleagues. So Jan could well have been one of those whom fell out with Sir Charles in a big way.

However, whatever the state of Jan’s relationship with Sir Charles, she knew about the trafficking ring and what was happening to those of us who were targeted. Whatever Jan was doing in the security services and whatever sort of pioneer she has been for people with gender dysphoria, she was doing bugger all to save the lives of the people whom that gang were trying to kill and in some cases succeeded in killing.

 

The past activities of the security services were mentioned on Radio 4 this morning, in the programme ‘The Reunion’. The programme looked back on the murder of the Bulgarian dissident Georgi Markov, who famously died on 11 Sept 1978 after an unknown person in London stabbed him in the thigh with the tip of an umbrella on 7 Sept 1978 which had been loaded with a ricin pellet. Georgi’s assassin was never caught and this has always been blamed on the incompetence of Scotland Yard, which at the time was famously corrupt. The Commissioner of the Met when Markov was killed was Sir David McNee, who had only recently succeeded Sir Robert Mark who was notorious for having presided over a corrupt force. Mark served in Manchester and then in Newcastle, where there was corruption and organised abuse and then hit the jackpot as Chief Constable of Leicester, 1957-67. Mark served on the Mountbatten Inquiry into Prison Security, when his abilities were spotted by paedophiles’ friend Woy Jenkins who was at the time Chancellor of the Exchequer. In 1967 Mark was appointed Assistant Commissioner of the Met and eventually became Deputy Commissioner of the Met and then Commissioner in 1972.

The Met had recently been rocked by exposure of massive corruption in the CID and Mark set about attempting to reform it. He changed disciplinary procedures, returned many detectives to uniform, made a number of television appearances praising the uniformed branch following student unrest and protests against Vietnam and began to gather around him a group of loyal, ambitious uniformed officers. The uniformed branch began to gain precedence and CID was increasingly put under uniformed command. In 1971 Mark had formed A10, a special unit established to investigate corruption. Among those rooted out were Commander Kenneth Drury, Head of the Flying Squad and DCS Bill Moody, Head of the Obscene Publications Squad and ironically also of the Anti-Corruption Squad. Both were jailed, along with several other officers and nearly 500 more were dismissed or forced to resign. The rest of Dafydd’s mates remained in the there.

Robert Mark was responsible for the introduction of the SPG who enjoyed removing their identification and beating up black people. It was one of the SPG who killed Blair Peach, but as all his colleagues in the SPG kept schtum no-one ever discovered who inflicted the fatal blow. See previous posts. Mark resigned in 1977 when he fell out with Woy, who was by then Home Secretary.

‘The Reunion’ mentioned that it was presumed that Markov was killed by either the KGB or the Bulgarian secret services. The Bulgarian security services were keen to assist in the murder investigation and it was only after the event that people realised that the Bulgarian security services almost certainly offered to help in order to acquire information about the British security services and their techniques. So ‘The Reunion’ touched on the possibility that Markov’s killer got clean away because of collusion/fuckwittery on the part of the police and the security services.

As ever, the possible role of another group of people who regularly assisted with crime and flouted the law was ignored – the Top Doctors. The Top Doctor who treated Georgi appeared on ‘The Reunion’. He was Dr Bernard Riley, who at the time worked as a forensic pathologist at St James’s Hospital. Balham. St James’s merged with St George’s Hospital Medical School in 1980 and the St James’s building was closed in 1988 and the staff relocated to St George’s. The staff of St James’s were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophile gang and were operating as many scams as their neighbours down the road at St George’s were (see post ‘The Rakes’ Progress’).

Dr Riley freely admitted that when Markov turned up at St James’s explaining that he was concerned that he had been the victim of an assassination attempt by the Soviet or Bulgarian regimes, Riley thought that Markov was ‘a nutter’ or another ‘paranoid defector’. This is odd, because in 1978 everyone was acutely aware of the Cold War and tales of the horrible fates that tended to befall defectors. No intelligent person faced with a defector from the Soviet bloc would ever believe that they were a nutter or paranoid – it was well-known that defectors would be targets of assassins for the rest of their lives. Furthermore, after Markov defected he worked for the BBC World Service. He was an intelligent, multilingual man but had already been dismissed as a lunatic by one GP, which is why he turned up at St James’s.

It was mentioned on ‘The Reunion’ that after Markov died, samples of his tissue were sent to Porton Down – Bernard Riley had extracted a pellet from Markov’s muscle tissue after Markov died, but it was Porton Down who identified the ricin in the pellet. Porton Down is the Gov’t biological/chemical warfare research establishment and it had such a grim reputation that when I was working in biomedical research in the late 1980s, the salaries offered there were very high because no-one wanted to work at Porton Down. If you wanted the grimmest, nastiest, most unethical medical experiments, you bypassed the Institute of Psychiatry with its primates in cages being electrically shocked and decapitated and the Huntingdon Institute with its thousands of animals being subjected to pointless cruel toxicity tests and you went straight to Porton Down to sign the Official Secrets Act and pick up your big pay cheque.

Dr Bernard Riley’s colleagues at St James’s were concealing a pan-European peadophile and trafficking ring. They’d be well capable of not saving the life of Georgi Markov for any number of reasons.

At the time of Markov’s murder, Jim Callaghan was the PM and Dr Death was the Foreign Secretary. Why are we not surprised that the assassination of a Bulgarian dissident in broad daylight on Waterloo Bridge was never satisfactorily resolved, even though the victim went to two different Top Doctors and clearly explained that he believed that he had been poisoned by either the KGB or the Bulgarian security services?

Dr Bernard Riley is now a Top Doctor at Nottingham, a city which has featured previously on this blog with regard to misconduct and research fraud among the Top Docs there (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK!’).

In 2015 ‘The Liverpool Echo’ reported on three deaths of patients at the Walton Centre who had been given far too much anaesthetic, resulting in their deaths. One of the second opinions used in one of the cases was Dr Bernard Riley, who testified that the patient had been given far too much of the drug concerned. There was a police investigation but no member of staff at the Walton Centre was disciplined or prosecuted.

 

The success story that is the Top Doctors continues, with all national newspapers reporting medical breakthroughs and miracle cures at a very impressive rate. The Top Docs are finding cures for previously serious or  incurable conditions at such a pace that there is not the scope to cover them on this blog. It is clear that these stories are actually either accounts of very much more modest research programmes which have been written by journos who do not understand the research, or PR pieces prepared by the researchers who are being dishonest about the miracles which they claim to have witnessed but who are putting in for a follow-up grant so they need to report major advances. Some of the ‘discoveries’ were discovered years ago and have either been discredited or have become part of accepted knowledge so it is a mystery as to why they are being rehashed at the moment as ‘major new breakthroughs’.

These numerous medical miracles are taking place against a more sober background of serious healthcare failure in the UK. The Torygraph today reports on the scandal at the St George’s Hospital Medical School’s heart unit which is the centre of allegations that patients have died as a result of ‘a feud between surgeons’ – 15 patients have died over five years. The Westminster coroner has been asked to re-open inquests on the dead patients.

There’s more trouble at t’mill at the Shrewsbury and Telford Hospitals Trust. The 2017 inquiry into seven deaths at their maternity unit is now to be widened. Independent consultant Donna Ockenden has now been appointed to review further maternal deaths and the cases under review now number 23. The Trust are currently denying that there have been 60 maternal deaths. Should anything really terrible be happening at the Trust, Donna can be relied upon not to admit it.

Donna Ockenden was commissioned as the ‘independent’ consultant to review events regarding the Tawel Fan Scandal by the Betsi Board, after undercover filming by a whistleblowing nurse revealed elderly mentally ill naked patients crawling around on floors covered with urine and faeces while Angels swore at them. One patient had an untreated broken arm. See post ‘The Tawel Fan Scandal’. The police investigated but no charges were brought. The Angel who blew the whistle was sacked and struck off and has received death threats. The staff filmed abusing the patients told the ‘Daily Post’ that they had done nothing wrong and that the scandal was the fault of ‘trouble making relatives’. The staff were transferred to work on another ward, where months later some of them were caught abusing patients again. No staff have yet been sacked or struck off, except of course for the whistleblower. The staff refused to co-operate with an investigation into the abuse.

When Donna Ockenden was commissioned to investigate Tawl Fan, she made public that she wanted to hear from anyone who had experience of the mental health services in north Wales. I contacted her and she invited me to meet her and a surgeon who was assisting her with the investigation to discuss my experiences with the mental health services. Donna also asked me to send her any evidence that I had. I sent Donna evidence of patient abuse, assault, perjury, threats to patients, a flat refusal by the NHS to investigate serious complaints and the destruction of evidence by Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust. Donna explained to me that Martin was helping her investigate the Tawel Fan Scandal. She then e mailed me cancelling our meeting and I heard no more from her. Neither did another patient who also sent Donna documentary evidence as damning as that from my own case. A few weeks ago Donna appeared in the media explaining that she had investigated Tawel Fan and had told the Betsi Board that things had to change and that they did not have a functioning mental health service. Donna then went away and has not returned. The relatives of the Tawel Fan patients told the media that they felt ‘let down’ by Donna (see post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’). I am now in hiding. Martin Jones has now been appointed as the Chief Investigator for the Wales NHS.

The Shrewsbury and Telford NHS Trust has absolutely nothing to worry about now that Donna is on the job, no matter how many patients they have killed.

 

Here’s another Top Doctor who knew about the trafficking ring in north Wales who probably thinks that he’s gone under the radar – Dr Evans. I can’t remember Dr Evans’s first name, but he was another of the GPs who arrived to do a few shifts at the Student Health Centre in 1984-85, when Dr D.G.E. Wood was facilitating the trafficking ring. Dr Evans was based at Bodnant Surgery…

RAUS, RAUS, I’ll be naming more of you soon…

 

Wheels Within Wheels Or Flies Drawn To The Same Incestuously Corrupt Shithouse?

I have taken the title of today’s post from a comment left by Mike Claybrook in response to a previous post. Mike offered it as a reflection on the cronyism and corruption evident in north east Wales, but it’s a remarkably succinct summary of the prevailing situation in the many institutions, political parties and regions of the UK that have been discussed on this blog.

Readers will be aware that I spent my youth living under the long dark days of Thatcherism and I don’t think that I’ve yet recovered – when I was in north Wales it was a case of poverty and being the victim of the paedophiles’ friends and when I was in London it was a case of witnessing the extreme fuckwittery and greed of the highest echelons of the medical profession whilst they told me that I was a naïve sheepshagger because I wasn’t interested in joining in with their idiocy. I didn’t know at the time, but they too were the paedophiles’ friends, but just rather richer, grander and rather better connected friends than those in north Wales. The paedophiles’ friends in north Wales ended up with OBEs, the ones in London bagged knighthoods and peerages. Despite the joy that erupted throughout the UK at the news of Thatcher’s resignation however, the nightmare of course continued – because John Major took over with pretty much the same bunch of goons in senior positions.

One of the more unpleasant spectacles in the early days of Major’s Gov’t occurred at the Conservative Party Conference in Brighton in October 1992, when Peter Lilley decided that the way to endear himself to the Party was to launch into a vindictive poisonous attack on some of the most vulnerable in society. There had been much gnashing of teeth about the ballooning numbers of people claiming sickness benefits – which was of course happening because Tebbit et al had spent years making alterations to the way in which the unemployment figures were calculated in order to hide the ghastly truth and GPs had been quietly encouraged to shift claimants over onto sickness benefits where possible. Lilley achieved notoriety by singing a pastiche of the Lord High Executioner’s ‘little list’ song from The Mikado. He entertained the conference with a ditty about having a ‘little list’ of people who ‘won’t be missed’ – they included people claiming social security benefits, unmarried pregnant women and socialists no less. Liiley’s performance was truly unedifying.

Readers might have noted the date of the Party Conference concerned – October 1992. Six months after the arson attack on a building in Brighton which killed five people with connections to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Two more deaths resulted from this event as well – the man who was alleged to have confessed to starting the fire was found dead himself days later and another young man who survived the arson attack alleged that the former residents of the children’s homes in north Wales were being murdered because they had knowledge of liaisons between child prostitutes and politicians but he was subsequently found dead himself after giving evidence. For full details of the fire and it’s aftermath, see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’. Presumably it was felt that after this fire, a few more people who wouldn’t be missed were out of the way.

Well Peter, I’ve got a list as well – a list of all those people whom I know colluded with the activities of a vicious paedophile ring in north Wales. Admittedly it’s not a little list – because of the degree of corruption that was involved it’s a very long list and many have already been named on this blog, but there are still a few obvious loose ends to tie up. So here is my own additional little list, to be read with reference to – and correlated with – previous posts.

My little list begins with three odious people who were friends and contemporaries at York University – Harvey Proctor, Michael Brown and Christine Holman, now Christine Hamilton. I don’t know what was going on at York at the time, but the York University Conservative Association spawned some deeply unpleasant people.

Harvey Proctor is legendary. He was Chair of the York University Conservative Association between 1967-69, then the Assistant Director (1969-71) and a member of the executive council (1983-87) of the hard right Monday Club. He was the Tory MP for Basildon (1979-83) and then for Billericay (1983-87). In the early 80s some mind-boggling rumours circulated about Harvey Proctor, rumours so florid that I didn’t believe them. He was alleged to be taking part in extreme S&M activities with under-aged boys. ‘Private Eye’ ran a few articles about him – he was featured in their ‘The New Boys’ column and I expected him to sue them. However he didn’t. Proctor became a source of fascination to the ‘Eye’ and sometime later they published allegations that a building that he owned was housing members of the League of St George (a far-right group) and then allegations that someone had been walking past his London flat, heard guttural noises coming from within and observed bloody handprints on the outside of the building. Interestingly, no-one from the Tories denied these stories, they just ignored them. The rumours continued to circulate and eventually some Tories started expressing the opinion that Proctor was a serious embarrassment and that they’d rather he stood down.

In 1986 ‘The People’ newspaper claimed that Proctor was in same sex relationships with males and then the shit really hit the fan – in 1987 Proctor was found guilty of gross indecency and fined after participating in spanking sessions in which young male prostitutes were tied up. The prostitutes involved were not ‘children’, but they were under the legal age of consent for gay sex between men, which at the time was 21. Proctor and others who were charged under similar circumstances now angrily point out that they were targeted for being gay and that the men that they were having sex with would these days be over the age of consent. I take their point about the relevant changes in the law – but whereas some of these men were charged for offences involving young men between the ages of 16 and 21, there were constant allegations that some of them had sometimes been sexually involved with boys under the age of 16. Furthermore these rent boys had frequently been trafficked into prostitution at the age of 16-17 after leaving children’s homes, where they had been ‘groomed’ by years of sexual abuse – often accompanied by violence if they resisted. This was certainly the pattern regarding the kids from north Wales children’s homes – and John Allen, the owner of the Bryn Alyn Community, was known to own brothels in London and Brighton where children formerly in his care were sent after they left the children’s homes. The boys pimped by Allen also alleged that he was involved with a major crime ring dealing in child porn and drugs. The defence used by Proctor et al never involves answering any difficult questions about where those rent boys had come from and why they were so willing to have sex with rather deranged sometimes elderly MPs whom they could not have found attractive in any way.

Proctor resigned his seat after his conviction and Theresa Gorman succeeded him. In 1988 Proctor established a shop in Richmond-Upon-Thames selling shirts, ties and waistcoats, after receiving a grant from the Gov’ts Enterprise Allowance Scheme. Proctor had considerable help establishing this business. The Tory Whip Tristan Garel-Jones organised the raising of the sum of £75,000 and over the following years, as Proctor’s shop repeatedly encountered financial difficulties, Tory MPs and former Tory MPs came to the rescue. Some of the people who were financially involved with Proctor’s business were Jeffrey Archer, Michael Heseltine, David Heathcote-Amory, Mark Lennox-Boyd, Sir Nicholas Bonsor, Richard Shephard, David Evans, Neil Hamilton, Christine Hamilton, Tim Yeo, Michael Brown, David Ashby, Sir Neil Thorne, William Benyon and Sir Charles Morrison. Charles Morrison was the older brother of Sir Peter Morrison whom it is now admitted was molesting boys in their mid-teens and younger, including boys resident in children’s homes in north Wales. Heseltine and Archer invested more than £100,000 in Proctor’s shop.

There was a punch-up in the shop in 1992. Two young men entered and asked Proctor ‘have you any ties for tying up rent boys before you spank them?’ Proctor tried to get them out of the shop and a fight broke out. Incredibly enough Neil and Christine Hamilton were in the shop at the time and Hamilton came to Proctor’s assistance when the young men assaulted Proctor. Proctor was punched in the face and had his little finger broken and Neil Hamilton ended up with a broken nose. The two men were charged and convicted.

In spite of the enormous helping hand that Proctor received from well-wishing Tories, his business eventually went bust. In 2003 Proctor was appointed the Private Secretary to the 11th Duke of Rutland at Belvoir Castle in Leicestershire. He entered obscurity but of course hit the media again in 2015 when he was named as a suspect in the Operation Midland investigation into child abuse. Proctor held a press conference at which he angrily denied all allegations made against him – which included allegations that he had sexually tortured boys, attempted to castrate one of them and that a boy was murdered. The allegations against Proctor were tied up with allegations that Ted Heath abused boys – Proctor maintained that he hated Ted Heath so much that he wouldn’t have shared a cup of tea with him, let alone have attended an orgy in his company.

The Operation Midland investigation was halted after the publication of Sir Richard Henriques’ highly critical report into the way that the police had conducted the investigation. In Nov 2016 the Commissioner of the Met, Sir Bernard Hogan-Howe, apologised to Proctor. Proctor began legal action against the Metropolitan Police in Feb 2017. Sir Richard Henriques was the judge who dismissed the appeal of Jeremy Bamber in 2002. Jeremy Bamber is serving a life sentence for the murder of three members of his family – there has been mounting concern for years that his case is a serious miscarriage of justice. Bamber was convicted substantially as a result of the evidence given by a Top Doctor from St Andrew’s Hospital Northampton, an institution with a history of patient neglect and abuse – the Top Doctor seems to have been untruthful when giving evidence (see post ‘Family Annihilation’).

Although I too found it difficult to believe that Proctor would have done anything at all with Ted Health including sexually abusing boys, I note that one of the investors in Proctor’s business, Sir Charles Morrison, had been a big fan of Heath’s. Charles Morrison was the MP for Devizes (1964-92) and died in 2005. His obituary in the ‘Daily Telegraph’ makes interesting reading. It contrasts the political differences between Charles and his brother Peter – Charles being a ‘die hard Heathite rebel’ and Peter being an aide to Thatcher. The Morrisons’ had a sister – Dame Mary Morrison, who was Woman of the Bed Chamber to the Queen for over 50 years. Charles Morrison’s wife was related by marriage to Ian Fleming, who wrote an article entitled ‘To Westminster With Love’, the opening words being ‘Charles Morrison – Licensed To Kill’. Well somebody certainly was, witnesses to the activities of Peter Morrison and his associates were constantly found dead.

Michael Brown, one of Proctor’s friends at York, was a part time research assistant to Michael Marshall between 1975-76 and between 1976-79 worked for Nicholas Winterton MP. In 1979 Brown was elected as a Tory MP himself and remained as one until May 1994. Brown was a member of the Monday Club and the Eldon League. He was a founder member of the No Turning Back group, which included Peter Lilley, Neil Hamilton and Michael Portillo. Brown and Portillo were extremely good friends in the early 80s, so much so that they went on holidays together, along with someone else close to them, Derek Laud, who was Brown’s research assistant for a considerable period of time.

Brown was a supporter of the apartheid regime in South Africa and in Feb 1988 visited South Africa with Neil Hamilton – their trip was funded by the South African Authorities.

Brown was PPS to Douglas Hogg, between 1989-90 when Hogg was at the DTI and then between 1990-92 when Hogg was at the Foreign and Commonwealth Office. Between 1992-93 Brown was PPS to Patrick Mayhew, Secretary of State for N Ireland. Mayhew was a barrister, who when he was younger had acted as Counsel for the GMC – the GMC who famously allowed Dr Morris Fraser, a child psychiatrist who was a paedophile, to continue practising in the 70s. But then they allowed Dafydd to practice and he was facilitating a paedophile ring. In 1993 Brown became an assistant Gov’t Whip.

Brown was involved with the Cash for Questions scandal, along with Neil Hamilton, Sir Michael Grylls and Sir Peter Morrison. Brown accepted money to lobby on behalf of U.S. Tobacco without declaring it and also failed to declare an interest in the notoriously carcinogenic Skoal Bandits.

Michael Brown resigned as an MP in 1994 after the ‘News of the World’ published photos of him on holiday in Barbados with a gay man who was under the age of consent.

Brown was in the wilderness for a short while but bounced back in April 1998 after he submitted a piece for the ‘Independent’ which they accepted. The Indie then offered him a regular commission as a political sketch writer, starting in 1999. I mentioned in my post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’ that after he left office, Ken Clarke joined the Board of the ‘Independent’. Helena Kennedy, another name which will be familiar to readers of this blog, was also on the Board at the time. Clarke left office in 1997 – he joined the ‘Independent’ at some point after that. Michael Brown then also picked up work for other papers. He is now a political journalist who makes regular appearances as a commentator and newspaper reviewer on British TV, especially BBC News 24 and Sky News.

I note that Brown’s troubles began at the time that Gordon Anglesea sued for libel after a number of media outlets named Anglesea as abusing boys in care in north Wales and just as the Jillings investigation into child abuse in north Wales was launched. His career recovered whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry was nearing it’s end, when Amanda Platell had her feet firmly under the table at Conservative Central Office as Press Officer (see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Quiet?’) and after Sir Peter Morrison had been found safely dead at the bottom of the stairs at his home.

I have mentioned that Brown and Portillo were good friends with Derek Laud, Brown’s research assistant and they even all went on holidays together. Laud was also a member of the Monday Club in the early 1980s. By the mid 1980s he was working for Tory MPs and Gov’t advisors as a researcher and as a special advisor to Sir Gordon Downey, the Parliamentary Commissioner for Standards. During the second half of the 80s Laud was an aide and speechwriter for Thatcher. He also helped Alan Clark and Michael Heseltine with their speeches. During the 1992 general election Laud acted as a campaign aide and fundraiser for John Major.

In the mid 80s Laud established Strategic Network International, a company set up to campaign against anti-apartheid movements and in the late 80s he worked in private equity finance. In 1992 he co-founded the lobbying company Ludgate Laud. Laud is co-founder and executive director of New City Initiative, a think tank and financial lobbying company. He holds multiple positions at the ‘wealth management’ company Stanhope Capital LLP. In recent years Laud has became a TV celeb – including an appearance on Celebrity Big Brother and in 2005 he partnered Edwina Currie on a TV quiz.

In the 1990s Laud was active in support of the Democratic Turnhalle Alliance (DTA), a political party in Namibia backed by the South African Gov’t.

Laud has a rather different background to many of the people in the Conservative Party with whom he is mates. He came from a Jamaican family in south London but had a very big rift with his mother when he was fourteen, which he attributes to him being gay, but he never quite explained how exactly. He moved out of his mother’s house and had no contact with her for many years – he moved in with Anna Meeham the head of the school that he attended in Clapham. Anna lived with her sister Cecily who was a child psychologist – Cecily was friends with a Judge Ann Goddard. Laud has remained very close to these two sisters, particularly Cecily. In an interview with the ‘Daily Mail’ in 2007 he stresses their importance in his life and says that he consults them about everything.

I mentioned in my post ‘Are You Local?’ that teenaged boys from Ty’r Felin, the children’s home in Bangor run by the brutal Nefyn Dodd, were being trafficked into prostitution. They were hired out to men renting hotel rooms in the local area but they were also taken to London, where they were received by a Tory fundraiser and aide of Thatcher’s who had an apartment in Dolphin Square. I received an e mail from a journalist some weeks ago alleging that the man in question was Derek Laud.

Michael Portillo, a close friend of Laud and Brown’s, graduated from Cambridge in 1975 and in 1976 joined the Conservative Research Dept. He became a Gov’t advisor in 1979 and was elected to the Commons in 1984. He was given a seat in the Cabinet in 1992, as Chief Secretary to the Treasury. He was Secretary of State for Employment (1994-95) and Secretary of State for Defence (1995-97). Throughout this time he was known as the ‘darling of the right’ and in his early days as an MP many had seen him as the heir to Thatcher. He lost his seat unexpectedly in the 1997 general election. He returned to the Commons in 1999, after being elected for Kensington and Chelsea, Alan Clark’s seat, after Clark died. He became Shadow Chancellor. Portillo retired from the Commons in 2005 and is now largely known for his media work and is a regular on the BBC.

The right wing of the Tory Party eventually developed a problem with Portillo in the aftermath of him fessing up in 1998 that he had ‘had some homosexual experiences’ when he was a young man. As it became clear that Portillo’s homosexual experiences might have been rather more extensive than he’d let on, people like Norman Tebbit became very angry and accused him of deceiving them. Which I think he probably did – he married a woman in 1982, voted against gay equality legislation and denied the rumours circulating that he was gay. I knew someone in north Wales back in the 1990s who used to go to gay clubs in London and Manchester who told me that he’d seen Portillo in gay clubs. Many years ago Michael Gove alleged in one of his books that there was quite an interesting party scene in Portillo’s Cambridge College – Peterhouse – whilst Portillo was there, including cross-dressing parties at which men were given girls names which were attended by both undergrads and Fellows of the College. There were a number of allegations circulating about Portillo, including that he was one of the Tories who was having sex with under-aged boys. I have no idea whether he was or not – but I think that he certainly knew people who were. He has known one person since he was a teenager who definitely did keep quiet about paedophile activity in children’s homes – Diane Abbott, the former Press and PR Officer for Lambeth Borough Council, whose own children’s homes were rife with a paedophile activity and who also sent children in care to John Allen’s Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales.

Another Tory who was the subject of allegations that he was gay was the man with the little list, Peter Lilley. Lilley felt obliged to issue a denial in the end and he stated that he found the idea of homosexuality about as appetising as eating cardboard. Lilley had been at Cambridge with Ken Clarke, Michael Howard, John Selwyn Gummer and Norman Lamont. Lilley was a member of the No Turning Back group along with Portillo, Hamilton and Michael Brown. He was the Chair of the Bow Group, 1973-75. He was elected as a Tory MP in 1987 and retired in 2017. He was PPS to Nigel Lawson, Secretary of State for Trade and Industry (July 1990-April 1992) and Secretary of State for Social Security (April 1992-May 1997). Lilley was always right behind Margaret Thatcher, but when he realised that she was going to lose the leadership contest in 1990 he very quickly changed his allegiances and supported John Major.

The toxic Child Support Agency was one of Lilley’s initiatives, although whether he was responsible for appointing as head of the CSA the equally toxic Ros Hepplewhite – formerly Chief Exec of MIND whilst that organisation concealed horrors in north Wales perpetrated by the paedophiles’ friends – I do not know. In 1977 Lilley co-authored a book with Samuel Brittan, brother of the dreadful Leon, who has been named as a child abuser. Leon’s family and friends have robustly denied the allegations, but what is certain is that Leon lost a dossier given to him by Geoffrey Dickens MP whilst Leon was Home Secretary – the dossier contained names and details of Westminster figures whom were alleged to be abusing children. Many other files relating to child abuse also went walkabout from the Home Office whilst Leon was there. Please see post ‘A Few Of The Relevant Politicians In The Mary Wynch Case’ for an account of the hissy fit that Samuel Brittan threw in the mid 80s when the box office at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival failed to pull strings for him and how dear old Michael Grade promised to help him out.

Lilley’s father was personnel officer at the BBC. R.D. Laing once commented when observing his son growing up that he felt himself rocked by successive generations. I’ve experienced a similar sensation when researching for this blog.

Proctor and Michael Brown’s friend from York, Christine Holman, eventually married Neil Hamilton. Christine had worked as secretary for Tory MP Sir Michael Grylls (father of Bear). Years later, Grylls ended up in a lot of trouble in the Cash for Questions scandal, along with Hamilton, Brown and Peter Morrison. Grylls was a Tory MP for 27 years who stood down in 1997. In 1990 he took cash payments and misled the select committee on members interests.

The most notorious MP involved in the Cash for Questions saga was of course Christine Hamilton’s husband Neil. Neil Hamilton has been involved in such extensive scandal and wrongdoing that I cannot detail it all here, so I’ll just provide a few highlights.

Neil Hamilton grew up in Carmarthenshire – his father was a manager for the National Coal Board. Hamilton eventually became a barrister specialising in taxation. He went to Aberystwyth University, that institution which trained so many of the corrupt lawyers named on this blog, although Hamilton didn’t read law there. After Aber, he went to Cambridge and then embarked on a legal career. There are a lot of people in Wales who remember Hamilton from his time at Aber and there are some interesting stories circulating. He was a member of the Federation of Conservative Students at Aber between 1968-74. He was elected for the Conservatives in Tatton in 1983 and held the seat until 1997, when he was beaten by the journalist Martin Bell who stood on an anti-sleaze ticket. Hamilton was a member of the No Turning Back group and his network included Alun Duncan and Gerald Howarth. He was also a member of the Eldon League.

In June 1984 Hamilton was the subject of a BBC Panorama programme, ‘Maggie’s Militant Tendency’, which detailed some seriously bad behaviour and worrying connections on the part of Neil Hamilton. In Oct 1986 Hamilton and Gerald Howarth sued the BBC for libel. The prosecution was funded by James Goldsmith and Taki, the Spectator journalist. David Davis was at the time a Director for Tate and Lyle and persuaded them to donate to Hamilton’s fighting fund. Hamilton stated that his main character witness would be Norman St John Stevas. I mentioned in my post ‘It’s The Sun Wot Won It’ that when I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School between 1989-91, a member of staff there was a young man well-acquainted with the London gay scene who told me that Norman St John Stevas was known to holding ‘spanking parties with little boys’ and that ‘no-one knows how he’s getting away with it’. I was told this before the many allegations of politicians molesting children appeared in the media on a regular basis.

In October 1986 the BBC caved in to Hamilton suddenly and unexpectedly. A representative of the National Young Conservatives hinted at a stitch-up and the Director General of the BBC Alisdair Milne maintained that he had acted under the instruction of the BBC Governors, who had ordered the Board of Management to settle  case before the defence interrogated Hamilton. The BBC paid the legal costs of Hamilton and Howarth and issued an apology. Attention focussed on the actions of Malcolm McAlpine, the cousin of Alistair McAlpine, the Conservative Party treasurer. Malcom McAlpine denied promising Hamilton that he could ‘deliver’ the Governors behind a settlement.

Alistair McAlpine became headline news in 2012, when he was named on ‘Newsnight’ by Steve Messham as being one of the men who had sexually abused him whilst Messham was in Bryn Estyn. McAlpine denied it and successfully sued a number of people who repeated the allegation. The McAlpine family do have a connection to north Wales though – the mother of Owen Lloyd George (THE Lloyd George’s grandson) was a McAlpine. Two descendants of Lloyd George, Annwen Carey Evans and D.B. Carey Evans, signed the ‘memorandum’ presented to Parliament in 2008 – the memorandum that was initiated and largely signed by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’) and designed to put a stop to Edwina Hart’s efforts as she confronted the corruption of the paedophiles’ friends in the north Wales NHS.

Hamilton’s action against the BBC involved some very worrying happenings and there were allegations of witness intimidation – a BBC internal memo to the Board of Management claimed that 17 witnesses were intimidated into changing their testimony. Conservative Central Office were accused of orchestrating a cover-up. Dale Campbell-Savours MP maintained that he had evidence in the form of a letter and a tape that demonstrated BBC nobbling. Campbell-Savours sent a copy of the tape to Michael Havers, the Attorney General and accused Conservative Central Office of interfering with potential witnesses.

In Dec 1986 Hamilton became PPS to Sir David Mitchell. Mitchell was a Hampshire MP between 1964-97 and was a Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t. His is the father of Andrew Mitchell, who was Chief Whip in Cameron’s Gov’t between 2010-12 and at the centre of Plebgate. Andrew Mitchell’s wife is a Top Doctor.

Hamilton became a Whip in 1990. In June 1990 he was recruited by Derek Laud to work for Strategy Group International for which Hamilton received a fee from Michael Brown.

Hamilton was a keen supporter of Thatcher and after Heseltine’s leadership challenge in Nov 1990 was quoted as saying ‘I fed all my intelligence into her campaign’. My post ‘It’s The Sun Wot Won It’ mentions the degree of socialising that the Hamiltons were doing with Sir Peter Morrison – whose constituency was next to Hamilton’s – at a time when Morrison’s abuse of under-aged boys was openly talked about at social events involving the City of Chester Conservative Association. Between 1992-94 Hamilton was a Minister in Major’s Govt.

During the Cash for Questions scandal it was revealed that Hamilton did not register his consultancy fee from Strategy Network International, that he enjoyed free hospitality at the Ritz Hotel in Paris – owned by al Fayed – had stayed at al Fayed’s castle in Scotland without declaring it and that he had received many thousands of pounds from al Fayed which was handed over in the now infamous brown envelopes.

In the wake of the allegations that flew during Cash for Questions, in Jan 1998 Hamilton launched a libel action against al Fayed. Lord Harris of High Cross raised £100k to help fund the case and many other Tories also donated, including Lord Tim Bell and Simon Heffer. Over £400k was raised. Lord Harris had founded the No Turning Back group in 1985 and had a long association with the economists and think tanks which had exerted such influence on the economic policies of Thatcher’s administrations. He was the founding President of the Institute for Economic Affairs from 1990 until his death in 2006, proposed the idea of an ‘independent’ university and then became a Council member of Buckingham University (1980-85), famously the UK’s first private university. In 2003 Harris was also the Chairman and President of FOREST, the pro-smoking charity which was largely funded by the tobacco industry. Between 2008-2001 Harris was a Director of the Murdoch-owned Times Newspapers. Harris also wrote for the ‘Telegraph’.

Hamilton lost his libel action in Dec 1999 and subsequently filed for bankruptcy.

Following their disgrace and a memorable ‘Guardian’ headline confirming that Neil Hamilton was a liar and a cheat, the Hamiltons reinvented themselves as celebs. The BBC welcomed them with open arms and they appeared regularly on various TV shows, including ‘Have I Got News For You’. Their celebrity status had a downside. In 2001 they were accused of rape and sexual assault by a young woman who it later transpired was quite troubled and enjoyed a rich fantasy life. Her allegations against the Hamiltons were found to be demonstrably untrue – although the Hamiltons were arrested and questioned. The young woman subsequently went to prison, which was probably not the best place for her. However, the identity of the Hamilton’s alibi is noteworthy – it was Derek Laud, who maintained that the Hamiltons were having dinner with him at the time that they were alleged to have assaulted the young woman.

Cash for Questions was one of the key factors that did for John Major’s Gov’t. Another Tory MP who faced allegations of sleaze was Tim Smith who was elected in 1982 and stood down in 1997 after allegations that he received bribes. Smith was known to have accepted cash payments from al Fayed. Tim Smith worked for Leon Brittan in the Home Office 1983-85 and was a N Ireland Minister between Jan and Oct 1994.

 

What is overwhelming obvious here – particularly when considered alongside the information in my previous posts – is what a cradle of filth this was. There were a number of politicians close to Margaret Thatcher at the heart of Gov’t who were utterly unscrupulous and using any means available to them, including the gross abuse of their positions, to line their own pockets. There were some politicians who were known to be abusing young boys and rather more who were using the services of rent boys slightly under the then age of consent without asking any questions at all concerning where those rent boys were coming from. The networks and links – even just the ones that I have detailed on this blog – mean that these activities must have been widely known about in Westminster, as must have been some of the means being used to silence witnesses.

It is striking how many of the people named on this blog as having been involved in child abuse or in keeping it quiet also had careers in the media. Even the Hamiltons who had been utterly disgraced – and that was before the child molesting activities of their mate Peter Morrison became public knowledge – were invited to appear on prime time light entertainment BBC programmes, as though they were simply an entertaining colourful couple rather than a pair of lying, cheating crooks who intimidated anyone who dared take them on. But then there was effectively a deal done between Thatcher’s Gov’t and parts of the media. The BBC was notoriously craven – because it was usually presumed they were terrified of the Gov’t stopping the funding of the BBC via the licence fee. But the BBC was of course also employing and concealing the activities of Savile – who was literally a mate of Thatcher’s. Everybody was doing so much that they shouldn’t have been that no-one dared grass anybody else up. As for the newspapers – well Murdoch and Thatcher had a very obvious deal which I was reminded of when listening to the Radio 4 programme ‘The Reunion’ this morning. They were reminiscing about the Wapping dispute, the means by which Murdoch broke the print unions. The print unions enjoyed the support of many on the left but I don’t think that they should have – their practices were dreadful and involved actively excluding women and ethnic minorities from jobs, as well as large scale fiddling. They were of course happy to keep printing ‘The Sun’ all the way through the Falklands campaign even when it published photos of ‘injured Argies’ and a fictitious interview with a war widow which helped Thatcher to win another election. The print unions only started squealing when Murdoch went after them. He used the anti-union laws that the Thatcher Gov’t had passed to do this – the union was broken when the Courts sequestered their assets. Under Murdoch’s ownership the Times newspapers undoubtedly changed in character with the installation of people like Andrew Neil as editors – all Murdoch’s publications became uncritical defenders of everything that the Conservative Gov’t did. They were never going to publish stories about Thatcher’s aides abusing children and participating in substantial financial corruption, particularly when some of the political figures connected to child abuse were involved with bank-rolling the Conservative Party.

I have mentioned many times in previous posts how the Labour Party stood by impotent – they couldn’t blow the whistle, because so many of their MPs had been Councillors on the London boroughs overseeing the ‘services’ in which the children were sexually abused and then trafficked – to be sexually used by some of the very people whom the Councillors loathed and dearly wanted to see out of office. I have mentioned that some people who later made it big in New Labour actually worked as social workers themselves in those Councils, such as Tessa Jowell and Janet Boateng. This blog has also named a number of ‘radical lawyers’ with connections to the Labour Party who undoubtedly knew what was happening to those kids and the further abuse of them at the hands of the mental health services if they dared complain – lawyers who did not say a word, or even some, such as Patricia Scotland, who actually acted for the state in public inquiries which were no more than massive cover-ups of the abuse of children by public figures. The role of Margaret Hodge as leader of Islington Council whilst the children’s homes were infested with paedophiles has received substantial publicity, but there is one former lawyer who hit the big time with New Labour who is still skilfully hiding away, although her biography suggests that she bloody well knew about all this as well – I am talking about that well-known victim of oppression, Harriet!

Harriet Harman was interviewed by Peter Hennessey on Radio 4 earlier this week and I steeled myself to listen to the whole interview, because I have always suspected that Harriet, daughter of a Harley Street Top Doctor herself and an eternal whinger – referencing very simplistic notions of gender inequality but showing a complete ignorance of class inequality – knew a lot more about institutionalised child abuse than she ever let on. Harriet was famously outed a few years ago as having been involved with the NCCL – along with many of her New Labour mates – whilst NCCL was affiliated with PIE, a group lobbying for paedophiles’ rights. Harriet got very angry indeed and claimed that she was the subject of a smear campaign – and then someone produced a document written for the NCCL by a Harriet Harman in her capacity as their legal officer, which certainly read as though it was arguing for paedophiles rights. See posts ‘The London Connection’ and ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’ for the idiocies of the NCCL and their officers who later became senior figures in New Labour.

I have always accepted that Harriet really is not very bright at all and I could well imagine a young, over-privileged stupid Harriet deciding that she was going to change the world by telling it what to do, only to find herself being used by a bunch of paedophiles’ friends who probably couldn’t believe their luck at stumbling across such a dimwit. I was right! Throughout her interview with Hennessey, Harriet stressed how she wasn’t going to listen to the old fuddy duddies in her family like Lord Longford – she obviously doesn’t understand that she only ended up at the top of the Labour Party because she came from that immensely privileged and well-connected family, it certainly wasn’t through ability – she and her friends were going to change everything and she was delighted to maintain that they did. Some of them even worked whilst they were pregnant, which Harriet pointed out had never been done before – her own mother hadn’t. Harriet – that’s because your mother was Very Posh and could afford not to work. If you had ever read any social history at all, you would know that Poor People have for many generations worked whilst they were pregnant. Likewise, your memories of dressing up in your mother’s barrister’s wig and robes when you were little because she’d put them in your dressing up box was not so much a symbol of your mother’s oppression, it was a Signal to you from your mother of the sort of adult that you were expected to grow up to be. It worked – you are as thick as pig shit but you still became a lawyer and indeed even Solicitor General.

I did however learn a few more things about Harriet from that interview. That she was at York University when Proctor and his mates were there. She mentioned that she was ‘political’ but that the Conservative students at York were foul. Yes and some of them just a few years later did some very interesting things with rent boys and money. Harriet will not have forgotten that she was at York with Proctor et al when they hit the headlines some years later – but she couldn’t say a thing about their activities…

I also learnt that after her stint at NCCL, Harriet worked at Brent Law Centre (1978-82) at a time when the paedophile gangs that supplied the Westminster Paedophile Ring were in full swing. Brent Law Centre will have dealt with child care and mental health cases. In 1984, the complete fuckwittery of Brent Social Services resulted in the death of Jasmine Beckford (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Jasmine was starved and beaten to death by her stepfather – she had been in the care of Brent Social Services for two and a half years before she died. So Brent Social Services were ‘caring’ for Jasmine whilst Harriet worked down the road at the Law Centre leading the way for the nation’s wimmin and planning her future career in the Labour Party. Paul Boateng was also busy in the area at the time and was MP for Brent South (1987-2005). The Paul Boateng who worked in the legal firm that acted for Mary Wynch (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case -Details’) and who is married to Janet Boateng, a former social worker for Lambeth who Chaired the Social Services Committee at the time of the death of Tyra Henry in 1984 (see posts ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’ and ‘A Few More Who Might Be Able To Answer Questions’). Ken Livingstone was busy in the area as well and served as MP for Brent East (1987-2001). The Ken who led the GLC when so many of the kids in it’s care were abused on Ken’s patch or exported to children’s homes in north Wales to be abused. Brent embraces part of Camden – Tessa’s old stomping ground. For details of the many links that those from the London boroughs had to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, see post ‘The London Connection’.

I think that Harriet definitely knew that there was a problem – and her silence meant that her and her mates were not able to ‘change everything’ at all. Harriet didn’t just keep quiet when she was a young woman with an eye on a Labour seat (she was subsequently elected for Peckham, one of the most disadvantaged parts of London. I very much doubt whether the Council there was caring for the kids properly). Harriet’s lips remained sealed when she was an Older Empowered Strong Woman. She was Solicitor General in 2001, shortly after the publication of the Waterhouse Report at the time of the allegations of a huge cover-up. Not a word. In 2005 she was Minister of State for the Dept of Constitutional Affairs and represented Charlie Falconer on the Commons frontbench – whilst Charlie concealed the heap of manure and ensured that anyone who had suffered at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends would have no legal redress by making it impossible to access Legal Aid. Charlie’s withdrawing of Legal Aid also very nearly put the two lawyers in north Wales who were doing a pretty good job of fighting the paedophiles’ friends out of business. Now that would have been a great relief for those we know and love.

When Harriet and her close friend Patricia Hewitt discovered that MI5 had kept files on them as a result of their involvement with NCCL they became very angry, took a case to the European Court of Human Rights and subsequently there was a change in the law. Well Harriet and Patsy were only working for an organisation that was lobbying on behalf of paedophiles whilst there was a problem with senior figures in Gov’t abusing children, children who were later found dead, with the alleged involvement of rogue members of the security services. Why ever would MI5 be keeping files on Harriet and Patsy?

Harriet remains good friends with Patsy to this day. Patsy was formerly the General Secretary of NCCL during it’s Paedophile Period and later became the MP for Leicester West, after Greville Janner stood down. The Greville Janner whom the CPS has admitted should have been prosecuted for abusing boys but wasn’t, for reasons that the CPS have never been able to explain. Keith Vaz – he of the male prostitutes and drugs – also became an MP in Leicester, after a stint working as the senior solicitor for Islington Council in the mid 80s as the paedophile ring operating in the Islington children’s homes ran riot and a further stint working as a solicitor in a Law Centre in Leicester which was funded by Leicester City Council between 1985-87 as the paedophile ring there did it’s best (see post ‘One Of The Safest Pairs Of Hands At The Criminal Bar’ for further details on Keith, his mum and his sister). The paedophile ring in operation in Leicestershire children’s homes had as it’s key figure the social worker Franck Beck who was later imprisoned. It is not only Labour politicians with dirty linen who are drawn to Leicestershire – Harvey Proctor ended up there as well.

During the Hennessey interview Harriet spoke a lot about her battles with the male creatures who clutter up Parliament and explained that the reason why she accepted a place on the front bench when offered one by Neil Kinnock was that Patsy had told her that she ‘had a responsibility’ to sit on the front bench or other wimmin would not believe that it was possible. Thank God we’ve got Harriet to show us the way.

The fuckwittedness of Patsy’s comment had clearly escaped Harriet – whilst Harriet was exercising her responsibilities as a Role Model there was of course a woman PM. Harriet did know this. As she explained her ‘visceral hostility’ to Thatcher to Hennessey, she recounted a little anecdote – that just after her first baby was born (that will have been Joe Dromey who was famously taken into Parliament as a newborn), she was walking down a corridor with her baby when she saw Thatcher approaching. She was so desperate not to allow Thatcher’s ‘eyes to fall on my baby’ that she dived into a side room. Harriet told Hennessey that if that side room hadn’t have been available, she would have covered her baby’s face with a blanket to prevent the wicked witch from giving him the evil eye. I wouldn’t really want any children of mine to be left in the company of Thatcher, but the difference between me and you Harriet is that once I obtained the evidence pointing to a paedophile ring in operation with connections to Westminster that was concealed at the highest levels, I published it as soon as I was in a position to do so. You did not. But then there never was any chance of your child being taken into care by the sort of fuckwitted social worker like Tessa Jowell who were employed in the London boroughs in such great numbers and then being transported to a children’s home in north Wales where he would have been beaten, starved, forced to work free of charge, sexually abused and then trafficked back down to London as a rent boy. That Harriet is why Joe is now a senior research fellow in the IPPR, not stuck in an abusive mental health system, in prison or dead.

Since she released her blockbuster ‘A Woman’s Work’ recently, Harriet has explained that the reason why she never became leader of the Labour Party is of course because she is a woman and Gordon Discriminated. So we all had a lucky escape thanks to Gordon’s entrenched sexism.

There is yet another nightmare scenario looming on the horizon. There is talk in Labour circles of who is going to succeed Jeremy and I am horrified to read that the name being touted about is Emily Thornberry, on the grounds not of her brilliance but that she is of the left and that the next leader ‘must be a woman’.  That’s sounds a rather dogmatic position, but if it has to be a woman, please don’t let that woman be Emily Thornberry. Emily is of course best-known for sending out an offensive and massively damaging tweet whilst she was campaigning – a tweet of a photo of a new-build house draped in numerous flags of St George with a white van parked in the drive. Emily’s tweet suggested that the inhabitant of the said house must be a right wing oik from the lower orders – and the world went apeshit with a backlash. Emily was denounced as the worst example of the Labour metropolitan elite, out of touch with and contemptuous of less privileged people. The damage to the Labour Party was massive, but instead of accepting that she probably shouldn’t try and take a leading role in the Party lest she inflict more damage, Emily conducted a series of media interviews in which she stressed her humble origins as a kid from a council estate. She then continued to appear on TV as a spokesperson for Labour, screwing up badly because she didn’t know salient facts – which she blamed on the sexism of the interviewers. At the same time, much appeared in the press about the very expensive house in which she lives – the same part of Islington as the Blairs, just around the corner from Margaret Hodge -and it was revealed that she owns a number of other not at all cheap properties as well. It was confirmed that for a while as a child Emily had lived on a council estate, although no-one was quite sure when or why – yet her father was an international lawyer, a Professor at King’s College London and UN Assistant Secretary General. Emily’s mother had been a Labour Councillor and the Mayor in Guildford. Emily’s mum had encouraged her to go into politics – Emily became Labour MP (she was selected on an all-woman shortlist) for Islington and Finsbury in 2005. It was also revealed that Emily is married to High Court Judge Sir Christopher Nugee, so she is actually Lady Emily Nugee, but she became very vexed indeed when David Cameron called her that.

As ever though, the right wing press haven’t done their homework – well maybe they have, but unlike Service Shenanigans, there is an elephant in the room that they won’t tackle. Has Sir Christopher Nugee presided over miscarriages of justice? No, he doesn’t seem to have. Has his chambers been involved in anything shameful regarding court cases involving politicians and children? No – although the chambers probably doesn’t have clean hands, it specialises in finance, including off-shore trusts.

The elephant in the room is Emily. Before Emily became an MP she was a barrister, between 1985 and 2005. She worked at Took’s Court Chambers, the chambers of Michael Mansfield. I wrote to Michael Mansfield in 1993 or 1994 and informed him of my prosecution in Bangor Magistrates Court for ‘staring at a social worker in Safeways’, after I had complained about law-breaking on the part of the mental health services. I also complimented him on his recently published book ‘Presumed Guilty’, about miscarriages of justice and the abuse of public order legislation – that’s why I wrote to him, I explained that it was that legislation (which Thatcher’s Gov’t had specifically passed to use against striking miners) that was used to prosecute me. I received a reply from Mr Mansfield, but it simply thanked me for my letter and said ‘it is always good to have support’. Michael Mansfield will have known when he read my letter that there had been a recent media storm regarding the possible existence of a paedophile ring in north Wales providing children to politicians and that there were allegations that the police, the social services, the Top Doctors, lawyers, judges and the Welsh Office were involved in a huge cover-up. He will have known that it was a social worker from Bangor, Gwynedd – where I lived, the address was on my letter to him – who had been sacked for blowing the whistle on the paedophile ring. He will have known that a senior police officer, Gordon Anglesea, had been named by two young men on TV as having abused them when they were in Bryn Estyn children’s home and that Gordon Anglesea had launched a libel case against the media outlets that named him and that he was being supported by the Police Federation.

One would have thought that my letter would have had the antennae of the UK’s most high profile radical barrister twitching like mad. Mansfield had defended members of the IRA, acted for the Birmingham Six and given his services to the NUM free of charge during the miners’ strike. He had a reputation as a lawyer who was not afraid to take on the British State at it’s worst. But Mr Mansfield walked straight by on the other side of the road. Although he must have realised that someone had written to him who had evidence that if, pursued, could do serious damage to John Major’s Gov’t as well as to the politicians involved in the previous administrations – including Thatcher herself, who had destroyed his personal friend Scargill. But defending members of the IRA is obviously easier than defending someone under attack from the paedophiles’ friends. Emily was working at Tooks when I sent that letter to Michael Mansfield. Other people who have worked with Mr Mansfied include Helena Kennedy and Patricia Scotland, both stars of this blog and members of the network of paedophiles’ friends…

Not only is Emily one of the paedophiles’ friends, but King’s College London – the home of yet more of the paedophiles’ friends – where Emily’s dad held a Chair, was host to some interesting activities. In the 80s there was a scam going on among some of the students. In order to earn a few quid they were marrying foreign nationals in order for them to acquire permission to enter or remain in the UK. Someone I worked with at St George’s, whilst he had been a physiology student at Kings, had married one of the other students from America to enable her to stay in the UK. He had been paid many thousands of pounds for his service – after the marriage they shared a house whilst leading a separate existence and went their separate ways entirely a few years later, once the legal requirements had been fulfilled. There was also a professor in King’s College School of Medicine who was having sex with his own children. This was openly discussed among the Top Doctors on the London medical scene. No-one suggested any sort of investigation into the Professor of gynaecology concerned.

I think that I’m going to have to devise a classification system for the paedophiles’ friends because there are just so many of them. There’s going to have to be a category of the paedophiles’ bestest friends, such as Arfon Jones, the esteemed North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner and dear old Dafydd and Lucille. Then there will have to be the paedophiles’ very good friends, such as Dr Peter Higson. Then the paedophiles good friends; then the paedophiles’ ‘colleagues’ – a mixed bag, some of whom have no problems with the paedophiles at all but this category also includes some who tolerate them in order to gain personal advancement (a very big category); then the biggest category of all, containing many thousands of people from across the UK in many walks of life – those who knew what the paedophiles were doing but were too spineless to do anything at all, no matter how minor, to stop them. I might also need a sub-category – the paedophiles’ friends who are just in it for the money. I met a few of these at St George’s. They would actually drool over the idea of serious money and say things like ‘ooh I’d love to be rich’ – they reached fever-pitch after visits to the West End when they would catch glimpses of the money-laundering crooks with gangster connections of whom they were so envious. They didn’t like me very much, they accused me of being ‘naive’ and being like I was because I was a sheepshagger from Wales. No you stupid fuckers, it was because I had seen what was happening to those kids who were living in the children’s homes in north Wales and being groomed for sex work in London who dared to complain. I met them in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh didn’t I Dafydd – before they died, went to prison or disappeared off the face of the planet.

 

A couple of weeks ago, someone whose child died at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends was kind enough to thank me for writing this blog and told me that it was probably the most important thing that I’d ever do. This person is a bit hippyish and suggested that I had only survived the attentions of the paedophiles’ friends because the forces of the universe needed me to stay alive to write the story.

It’s nice to be thanked, but I don’t need to be. Writing this blog and exposing every one of them has been an absolute pleasure.

 

It’s The Sun Wot Won It

Readers of my vintage will recognise the title of this blog post – it was the headline that The Sun ran on 11 April 1992 as they crowed about their role in the unexpected Conservative victory at the General Election. The Tories had not expected to win, Norman Lamont’s handling of the economy was not proving very successful and they were expecting a thrashing at the polls. In the days leading up to the election, the right wing press had metamorphosed into vehicles of abuse against Neil Kinnock and the Labour Party, culminating in the The Sun’s notorious front page on the day of the election which screamed ‘If Kinnock wins today will the last person to leave Britain please turn out the lights?’

I’ve been reminded of that particular hate campaign because I’m currently reading Gyles Brandreth’s autobiography ‘Breaking The Code’ in which Brandreth details his selection as Tory candidate for Chester, his subsequent election as MP for Chester and his ‘political career’ – Brandreth and his chums spent much time chortling smugly as the UK media hurled abuse and not infrequently downright lies at the Labour Party. Interestingly enough though, even Brandreth didn’t expect a Tory victory.

In my post ‘I Want Serious Money Now Please’ I detailed the reasons which caused me to believe that Brandreth must have known that his predecessor as Conservative MP for Chester, Sir Peter Morrison, was molesting under-aged boys and why I thought that Brandreth must also have known about the allegations of a paedophile ring operating in north Wales and Cheshire. Morrison was of course known to be visiting children’s homes in north Wales and one person made a statement alleging that Morrison had raped him when he was 14, at the infamous Elm Guest House near Barnes Common, just around the corner from Gyles’s home. Boys from north Wales were known to have been trafficked to the Elm Guest House and to locations in Chester.

Gyles’s book, which is based on his diaries, begins the account in 1990 when he decides to embark on a political career. In between the constant name-dropping of members of the Royal Family and folk from showbiz and boasting about his performances as characters such as Baron Hardup in panto, Gyles describes how he ingratiates himself to leading lights in the Conservative Party and pretty much randomly sets his eyes on a few potential seats, one being Chester. As in the case of his Oxford Union contemporary Ann Widdecombe (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’), Gyles knows nothing about the constituencies that he aspires to represent and just like Ann gains his knowledge from visiting the local public library just before meeting the selection panel. Gyles describes his visit to Chester library and how he soon understood the constituency, but he notes whilst leafing through copies of the local papers that the sitting MP Sir Peter Morrison – who is standing down at the next election, hence the vacancy – is never mentioned. However Gyles has looked up Peter Morrison as well and he likes what he discovers – an impeccable profile: Eton, Oxford, White’s, Pratt’s, the son of Lord Margdale, a brother who’s an MP and a sister who is Woman of the Bedchamber to the Queen no less! Gyles can’t wait to meet him – he soon does, he goes to visit Morrison at Morrison’s house, 81 Cambridge Street, London SW1.  Gyles is truly bowled over – not because Morrison is charming or witty or engaging, but because Morrison is really posh. When Gyles gets to meet the members of the City of Chester Conservative Association he finds that a lot of them are really wowed by the very poshness of Morrison too – they’re particularly impressed because Morrison has pictures of himself at Eton in his bog. There’s another reason why Gyles is starry eyed about Morrison – Morrison is PPS to Thatcher (Morrison occupied this role between 1990-92) and Gyles suspects that Morrison might even share an office with Thatcher! Gyles is one of those Tories who just loved her and would do anything to touch the hem of her cloak…

When he begins hobnobbing with the City of Chester Conservative Association, Gyles meets someone even more worth knowing than a Sir who’s sister’s vocation in life is toadying to HM the Queen. Gyles discovers that the Duke of Westminster is President of the Association! He’s so posh that the rest of the Association have to call him ‘Your Grace’. Gyles also knows that the Duke of Westminster is one of the richest men in the UK and is a close friend of the Royal Family. Unfortunately though Gyles oversteps the mark when he finds himself in the presence of the Duke and calls him ‘Gerald’ rather than ‘Your Grace’. It’s a black mark, but thanks to several hours of intensive toadying by Gyles’s wife Michele (the lady who wants Serious Money, as described in a previous post) who remembers to grovel in the right manner, the black mark against Gyles is forgiven. There is another budding Conservative candidate up against Gyles, a Jacqui Lait, who it is mentioned has been beavering away for the Tories for years and who Gyles and his wife have to admit is very good. In fact she’s so good that she even knows Things About Europe and Michele is sure that Jacqui will be selected. Another budding candidate, described as ‘Peter Morrison’s man’, is mentioned but not expanded upon – it is merely observed that he doesn’t seem to have a spouse. Amazingly enough though poor old Jacqui is blown out and the Association selects Gyles! I cannot help but wonder whether this might have something to do with Gyles having previously spent many months toadying to HRH the Duke of Edinburgh – Gyles was busy raising many thousands of pounds for the Royal Family in the guise of charity work – and of course all those letters that he’d written to senior figures in the Tories that he’d got to know from his time at Oxford or in showbiz. Gyles certainly gets around – parties at Jeffrey Archer’s, (parties at Robert Maxwell’s as well, Gyles isn’t fussy) and endless social engagements where he rubs noses with Royals. Well what does working your arse off for the Conservatives for years mean in comparison to Gyles’s ruthless networking? Jacqui Lait must have felt like voting Labour after that.

Once Gyles was selected did he relocate to Chester and get to know the constituency? Not exactly. He went straight ‘home’ to London, noting how much he’d missed it having to spend so much time in Chester telling everyone there how committed he was to them. People kept asking him difficult questions about whether he would be living in the constituency and sending his children to local schools. Poor old Gyles had to explain that although of course he would be living in the constituency, his children would remain at school in London. Gyles’s idea of ‘living in the constituency’ was actually to rent a very expensive house there whilst he pissed off around the rest of the UK appearing in panto or dining with influential Conservatives. He spent a lot of time in the early months of 1991 schmoozing with Peter Morrison as well as of course with the Royals. Gyles hobnobbed with David Hunt the Secretary of State for Wales, the Deputy Chief Whip Alistair Goodlad, Neil and Christine Hamilton – he really likes them, they’re as much fun as Peter Morrison! -Chris and Lavender Patten (Gyles didn’t know them, but a mate of his introduced him which was essential what with Patten being Chair of the Conservative Party) and numerous others.

Gyles ensures that his family are seen around Chester as well – although Michele hates the place and bellyaches about all the travelling between there and London as well as the cost of that travelling and of course his kids are still at school in London. The public schools of Chester might not have been good enough for Brandreth’s kids, but in June 1991 he does manage to tempt his daughter up to the Chester Regatta and Flower Show, where he makes sure that she ends up in all the photos. Gyles observes that it’s known that the Labour candidate – a dreadful little oik who Gyles can’t stand – is having marital problems, so there won’t be too many happy family snaps taken during his campaign.

In July Gyles is in serious need of a break, all the toadying and wining and dining having really taken it out of him, not to mention the bother of having to go to Chester on a regular basis although of course he does live in the constituency, so Gyles and Michele pop off to Venice! He has a lovely time and begins to plan his career as a Cabinet Minister and summarises by observing ‘Ain’t life grand!’.

In September, Gyles attends ‘a gala event in the Association’s calender’, Peter Morrison’s Annual Pimms Party. Gyles notes that the party workers fall into two camps – a group who believe that Morrison is past his sell-by date, has let himself go, is out of touch, gives out all the wrong signals and believe that he’s ‘let the seat slide’ and another group who ‘love the grandeur of the man’ and of course who also love the pictures of him at Eton in the bog. Also in September, Gyles watches the Granada drama ‘Thatcher: The Final Days’. Gyles is appalled at the ‘demonisation’ of Peter Morrison in this drama – Peter was blamed for Thatcher losing the leadership to John Major. Gyles observes that ‘in the papers the knives are out for him’, ‘this helps explain why he’s getting out’ and ‘it may explain the drinking’. However Gyles notes that ‘the programme didn’t portray him as either a lush or an old queen, though we can see he’s the one and we assume he’s the other’. Gyles remembers that it was a Jeremy Hanley who at the time of Morrison’s appointment as Thatcher’s PPS quipped that she’d ‘got herself an aide who knows how to carry a handbag’.

So there was a lot of ribaldry about Morrison’s homosexuality then. But just read what Gyles says next: ‘at Sunday’s do at Peter’s place one or two were whispering behind their hands about his alleged sexual preferences – but I don’t think they know that Michele and I have been told several times on the doorstep – in no uncertain terms – that the MP is a ‘disgusting pervert’ who is ‘into little boys’.

They couldn’t have made it much clearer Gyles.

Gyles is undeterred! In Oct 1991 he joins Peter Morrison at the NFU meeting and then Gyles busies himself preparing his speech for the Tory Party Conference. He’s impressed to find that the Conference is so stage-managed that Gyles actually describes it as ‘rigged’. Gyles’s own speech is on the subject of the Citizen’s Charter! Of course – being one as dedicated to the welfare of the citizens as Gyles is. Gyles is bowled over by the guest of honour at the Conference – it’s a man called William Hague, PPS to Norman Lamont, the Norman who at that time was screwing the economy. After the excitement of the Conference – Michele was so wowed by Thatcher that she had ‘tears in her eyes’ as Thatcher swept the stage -it was entertaining Judy Hurd, wife of Douglas the then Foreign Secretary, who was the guest of honour at Chester racecourse charity lunch. Then it was the State Opening of Parliament – to which Gyles had been invited by the Duke of Edinburgh! November 1991 also saw the death of Robert Maxwell. Gyles reminisces about going to parties at Maxwell’s house and admits that Maxwell was a ‘monster and a crook’. Gyles and Michele’s company did a lot of work for Maxwell nonetheless.

By Dec 1991 Michele is so pissed off with Chester and the boring tedious oiks to whom she constantly has to be civil that she berates Gyles for ever applying for the candidacy there. She had wanted him to wait for a suitable seat in London to come up, but tells him that he was just determined to become the candidate for Chester: ‘you’d have walked over your dying granny to get it. I know you.’ Gyles observes in response ‘She does’.

One presumes that Gyles’s granny didn’t actually die during the process of him pursuing his goal of becoming the Conservative MP for Chester. However quite a few other people died during that time who were not a million miles away from Chester. They were the victims of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. There had been premature deaths of those children for years, but things really started hotting up in 1991, the year that Gyles began to bust a gut in order to take over the seat of a man who was, he knew, a child molester. Let’s just look at a few things that happened in 1991 and a few of the events in the years before, which led to all the action in 1991.

In 1987 Alison Taylor, a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services, blew the whistle on serious child abuse in north Wales. Alison was dismissed after doing this. She refused to keep quiet however. She met with Councillors, representatives of the North Wales Police Authority and police officers themselves. In Jan 1987 she wrote to Margaret Thatcher the PM and described abuse that she had witnessed.

Something else happened in 1987 as well which involved the two of the people whom Brandreth found such good fun and whose company he cultivated in 1991, namely Peter Morrison and Neil Hamilton. In 1987 it was alleged that Morrison had joined a group of MPs including Michael Grylls, Neil Hamilton and Michael Brown, who took money from Ian Greer on behalf of third party clients. In the Cash for Questions Inquiry which was later held, Ian Greer Associates admitted that Morrison received payments after Morrison ceased to be an MP. Hansard quotes Greer as stating that he made two commission payments, perhaps three, ‘for client referrals’ to Morrison between 1993-94.

In Feb 1988 Alison Taylor wrote to Tony Newton, the Health Minister regarding the child abuse happening in north Wales.

In July 1991 a letter was sent to the Chief Constable of North Wales Police informing him that there were concerns being expressed that a paedophile ring was operating in north Wales. In August 1991 a police investigation began into the abuse of children in care in Clwyd. In Sept 1991 HTV broadcast a film about Alison Taylor’s allegations regarding abuse in the children’s homes in Gwynedd – the home manager featured in the film, Nefyn Dodd, was trafficking the children to Dolphin Square in London to a Tory lobbyist and speechwriter of Thatcher’s who had an apartment there, although this wasn’t revealed in the film. In Dec 1991 the Independent on Sunday published an article about child abuse in north Wales. In Dec 1991 the North Wales Police expanded their investigation to include abuse in children’s homes in Gwynedd.

Throughout the late 80s/early 90s there were a steady stream of young people who had grown up in care in north Wales found dead. There were also a number of convictions for abuse against child care workers in north Wales. A number of people were tried at Court in Chester. Gyles was not unaware of the existence of the British judicial system. On one of his many jollies, in Sept 1991 Gyles went to lunch at the Old Bailey ‘as a guest of the Sheriff’. Gyles accidentally walked into a Court in session and was very impressed with the barrister at work. He asked a Clerk who the barrister was and was told that it was Michael Mansfield who ‘looks after the IRA and that sort’. Sadly Mr Mansfield – nor any of his radical lawyer colleagues – looked after the people who were being abused by the social services and mental health services in north Wales. Whilst some of them were being molested by Peter Morrison.

Like Gyles I can remember 1991 very clearly, although I wasn’t keeping a diary. I remember it well because whilst Gyles and Michele were grovelling to the Duke of Westminster and being impressed by Peter Morrison in early 1991, I was hounded out of a job at St George’s Hospital Medical School after the network of the Top Doctors who were concealing the paedophile ring that Morrison was involved with stalked me (see posts ‘St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989/1990’ and ‘A Network Stretching To London?’). There were also a number of attempts by the Top Doctors in north Wales to have me imprisoned for serious offences after they perjured themselves and to have me declared dangerous and banged up without trial (see posts ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’ and ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’). Top Doctors at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital colluded with this, although they knew about the criminal activity and sexual abuse of patients by their colleagues in north Wales (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’).

Ain’t life grand!

 

In 1992, as it became clear that there would be an election before long, Gyles began an endless round of photo-opportunities with VIPs. He was well aware that a lot of people in the country were not faring very well because he kept meeting them, even in a place like Chester. It all became a bit of a pain in the bum for Gyles and Michele as they were obliged to meet the small potatoes who bored them and held meetings in dull little halls instead of the splendour of the Grosvenor Hotel and sometimes Gyles and Michele even found themselves wasting their time with people who weren’t going to vote Conservative.

There were high spots however – staying at Neil and Christine’s grand place in Nether Alderly (‘Mrs T is their goddess’) where Neil told Gyles that he expected to be a Minister soon because the ‘Whip’s Office look after their own, that’s their job’; drinks with Lord Waddington when he visited Chester; a visit from Foreign Secretary Douglas Hurd who was told by Central Office that he could spend ‘forty-five minutes in Chester’; another visit from David Hunt the Secretary of State for Wales (who was of course at that time sitting in the Welsh Office along with the crooked lawyer Andrew Park and the corrupt Medical Ombudsman Professor Robert Owen concealing the barrel of shit in north Wales); Gyles dined with Shirley Porter (best remembered for her gerrymandering in Westminster Council as well as for the sale of those three cemeteries for literally pennies when they were worth millions and then departing to live in Israel to avoid paying the enormous fine after her conviction); had sherry with the Dean of the Cathedral; lunched with the Retired Masonic Fellowship (Masonic corruption did of course play a big role in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, particularly in terms of the Masonic connections between the North Wales Police and the corrupt lawyers and judges on the Chester and Wales Circuit); received a visit from Jeffrey Archer, then Michael Heseltine, then John Major, then Tony Newton, then Peter Lilley! The Tories brought all the big guns out for Chester in 1992 then – I wonder why there was such desperation over that particular seat?

Gyles decided to give his own campaign a little boost by writing letters to the local papers using pseudonyms, telling everyone what an impressive candidate that Gyles Brandreth was.

So what was happening in north Wales whilst Gyles did all this? The allegations that children in care had been sexually molested – particularly boys in the homes Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn near Wrexham, about 12 miles from Chester, came thick and fast. In Jan 1992, Dean Nelson, a journalist preparing a story for the Independent, returned to north Wales to look for evidence against Gordon Anglesea, a senior officer with the North Wales Police. (Anglesea was finally convicted and imprisoned for abusing boys in care in Wrexham last year.) In the same month that Gyles dined with the Retired Masonic Fellowship – March 1992 – police carried out dawn raids in Wrexham and arrested 16 men and one woman, all but one being former staff of Bryn Estyn. ‘No evidence’ of pornography or a paedophile ring was discovered and 16 of those arrested were released with no charges by the end of the day. (In the following years, a number of them were arrested again, convicted and imprisoned for the abuse of boys in care in north Wales.)

In the hours leading up to polling day, Gyles notes in his diary how deeply unsavoury Labour activists are – ‘ugly’, ‘red-faced’, ‘appallingly overweight’. He does concede however that they do a bit better than the Tory activists in meeting ‘the old dears’ during the campaign. Sadly for the Labour Party, meeting the old dears wasn’t enough and on 10 April 1992 Gyles was elected MP for Chester. How chuffed he was! The first person outside of his constituency to congratulate him seems to have been David Hunt, Secretary of State for Wales, who sent him a letter on official Welsh Office paper which even had the address of the Welsh Office printed in Welsh. Shortly after Gyles’s victory, his old mucker the Duke of Edinburgh and HM the Queen visit Chester to distribute Maundy money – the Chester Tories were delighted to see them. Letters of congratulation to Gyles then came thick and fast from John Major, Michael Portillo and Norman St John Stevas!

There is then a gap in Gyles’s account until 23 April 1992 when he notes that Frankie Howerd has died.

During the two weeks or so that Gyles keeps us guessing with regard to his own activities, an event in Brighton took place which no-one with an interest in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal will ever forget. On 18 April 1992 a fire broke out in a flat at a party – a number of people attending the party had formerly been in care in north Wales or were close to people who had been. Five people were killed – two died from multiple injuries when they tried to jump to safety, one died after losing his grip whilst hanging onto the building at a height and two people died of smoke inhalation after being trapped in the flat. Seven people managed to escape by climbing down a drainpipe at the back of the building and several other people impaled themselves on railings after jumping to safety. A man called Trevor Carrington allegedly confessed to starting the fire – he was found dead days after his ‘confession’.

A verdict of unlawful killing was eventually returned regarding the arson attack. One witness has stated that John Allen, the owner of the Bryn Alyn Community where children were abused, told him that he would meet them at the party but Allen never turned up. John Allen is currently in prison after being convicted of abusing children in care in north Wales. John Allen also ran a business in child porn and owned a number of brothels in London and Brighton to which he trafficked boys who’d been in care in north Wales. One former resident of the children’s homes in north Wales who didn’t die in the fire but who was seriously injured alleged that the former residents of the children’s homes had been murdered and that they had knowledge of sexual liaisons involving politicians. This man later gave evidence against John Allen in Court. He was found dead days afterwards. For further details of the Brighton fire see posts ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’ and ‘Updates, Common Themes and News, May 5 2017’.

In the days and weeks that followed the murder of five people who might well have been able to act as witnesses against Peter Morrison and others, Gyles got down to business in his new role as MP for Chester. In his maiden speech in the Commons he mentioned that ‘Peter [Morrison] served the Prime Minister’s illustrious predecessor so ably and so loyally’. Michele had by now started bitching about the low salaries of MPs but Gyles notes that at least now that he’s been elected his train and air fares are paid for. He gloats about making an insulting speech directed at Neil Kinnock which he passes off as his own but has actually been scripted word for word by the Whips’ Office. He mentions the presence of Sir Nicholas Fairbairn in the House and describes him as ‘mad’ and ‘perpetually drunk’. Fairbairn has since been accused by a woman whose father was friends with him of molesting her when she was a child.

Not that the world had yet finished with anyone who was still alive who might be able to give evidence against the people who abused children in care in north Wales. In May 1992, an Early Day Motion was tabled by Plaid MP Elfyn Llwyd opposing the closure of Garth Angharad. Garth Angharad was described as a ‘hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’ and was owned by Paul Hett, a struck-off solicitor who was later condemned at the Waterhouse Inquiry and who also owned and ran a number of ‘residential schools’ in which children were abused. People who alleged that they’d been abused in care tended to find themselves in Garth Angharad. For the names and backgrounds of everyone who signed that EDM please see posts ‘Further Information On Garth Angharad Hospital’ and ‘More On Those Who Signed That Early Day Motion’.

Thus Gyles’s career in politics was launched. As well as the five people who died in the Brighton fire, in 1992 two other former residents in children’s homes in north Wales were found dead as well. In Sept 1992 The Observer ran a story on child abuse in north Wales children’s homes and two former residents appeared on TV accusing Gordon Anglesea of having abused them. After the programme was broadcast another former resident rang the BBC and made further allegations. Not that any of this is mentioned in Gyles’s book – although he does document other scandals such as David Mellor’s affair and the subsequent tabloid revelations.

 

So whilst Conservative Central Office flooded Chester with Tory bigwigs prior to the election and Tories in Chester discussed Morrison’s ‘sexual preferences’, the folk on the doorstep told Brandreth that Morrison was molesting under-aged boys. Which indeed he was. The whole of the City of Chester Conservative Association will have known what Morrison was doing yet no-one said a word to the police who were investigating an alleged paedophile ring a few miles down the road. Neither did any of them speak up after the Jillings Investigation (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’ for the details of the Jillings investigation and just how dreadful the abuse of children that had gone on was) or during or after the Waterhouse Inquiry, the cover-up organised by William Hague ie. the guest of honour at the Tories Conference who had so impressed Gyles four years previously. Chester is renowned as a centre of law. My documents are littered with the names of legal professionals and judges in Chester who were party to perjury. Gyles will have come across them – it would not be possible to be the MP for Chester and not encounter them. Gyles rubbed noses with other people who have been involved in the cover up or who knew what was going on and kept quiet, such as David Waddington, Matthew Parris and Edwina Currie. As for Norman St John Stevas, that devotee of the Queen Mother, who was another to congratulate Gyles on his election victory – well when I worked at St George’s, there was someone else who worked there who was a young gay man well-acquainted with the gay scene at the time. He told me then that there was a problem with some politicians abusing children. One name that he mentioned was that of Norman St John Stevas – he told me that it was common knowledge that ‘he is holding spanking parties with little boys’ and that ‘no-one knows how he is getting away with it’. Well in north Wales and Brighton someone got away with murdering the witnesses.

So what of the people who knew what Morrison was up to but remained silent, which is why he at least got away with it. The President of the City of Chester Conservative Association, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster. A big mate of Prince Charles. A mentor to Prince William whilst William was growing up. Gerald Cavendish’s son is godfather to Prince George. Gerald’s wife is William’s godmother. Gerald died in August 2016 ‘suddenly’ when he was only 64. A statement was issued at the time saying curiously that there were no suspicious circumstances. It was later alleged that he’d had a heart attack. In 1998 Gerald Cavendish experienced severe depression which was attributed to the strain of running his business. He was the third richest man in the UK and owned swathes of Belgravia and Mayfair, as well as Scotland, so he can’t have been worried about money. In 2000 it was said that he had suffered a nervous breakdown.

Gerald Cavendish enjoyed field sports, was an enthusiastic member of the Territorial Army – he reached the rank of Major-General – and was involved with many charities. His charity work included benevolent work for services personnel and working with young offenders and drugs. Rather like Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, one of the Top Doctors who concealed the paedophile gang in north Wales! Gerald was a Committee Member of Nuffield Hospitals from 1995 until his death. There’s a Nuffield Hospital in Chester – Dafydd worked there! Gerald was a life Vice-President of the NSPCC from 1988 until his death. The NSPCC that said nothing about the child abuse in north Wales, the NSPCC which was ‘supported’ by Jimmy Savile, the NSPCC that worked with and then merged with Esther Rantzen’s Childline – which ignored calls from youngsters who were abused in care in north Wales. The NSPCC who – very inappropriately  – were involved in running the ‘helpline’ for adults who were giving evidence in the police investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal in the 1990s. The NSPCC helpline was managed and staffed by colleagues of the paedophiles. At least one of the people being ‘supported’ was found dead whilst they were being ‘supported’ by the helpline. Gerald was the President of Scope 1982-2005 and President of RNIB. He was Pro-Chancellor of Keele University 1986-93. Jane Tunstill, one of the members of Jillings’s team appointed to investigate child abuse in Clwyd in 1994, obtained a Chair at Keele University immediately upon finishing the investigation. The Jillings report maintained that there was widespread serious child abuse happening in Clwyd children’s homes but overtly stated that they would not speculate on whether a paedophile ring was in operation. Gerald was Chancellor of Manchester Metropolitan University 1992-2002 and Chancellor of the University of Chester 1995-2016. Then Gyles became Chancellor! Gerald was also a Committee Member for the Prince’s Trust and Patron for the Princes’s Trust for North West England from 2001. A number of other people named on this blog as concealing the paedophile gang in north Wales were members of the Prince’s Trust.

Gerald was the executor of Diana, Princess of Wales’s will.

Gerald was a very influential man. I suspect that if he had chosen not to back Morrison, Morrison would have been finished.

In 2007 Gerald Cavendish stepped down as Assistant Chief of Defence Staff (Reserves and Cadets) after prostitutes working for the very expensive U.S. escort agency Emperor’s Club named him as one of their clients. The most high profile scalp in the scandal was that of New York Governor Eliot Spitz who also resigned as a result of it. Mr Spitz had spent so many thousands of dollars with the Emperor’s Club that he had resorted to some creative accounting in order to try to cover his tracks but was found out. Gerald Cavendish was so rich that he won’t have needed to do that.

Gyles’s book mentions two other loyal members of the City of Chester Conservative Association – Gwyn Gough, the Secretary and Jill Everett, the Deputy Chairman. So they ‘managed’ the time bomb that was Peter Morrison as well then.

Jeremy Hanley, Gyles’s mate who cracked jokes about Morrison knowing how to carry a handbag is Sir Jeremy Hanley, who was Conservative MP for Richmond and Barnes 1983-97. So he was Brandreth’s local MP then before Gyles ever got a sniff of standing for Chester. Hanley was Conservative Party Chairman 1994-95. He was for a brief time PPS to Chris Patten – who was Party Chairman whilst Brandreth was crawling his way into the Commons. After he left politics, Hanley went in for being a company director, including a Director of the Arab-British Chamber of Commerce.

What about Morrison’s membership of those ‘exclusive’ clubs which so impressed Gyles, White’s and Pratt’s? There are an awful lot of members of White’s who, like the Duke of Westminster, could have finished Morrison off if they’d chosen to publicise what seemed to be an open secret among people who knew Morrison. Members of White’s include Prince Charles (he held his stag party there before marrying Diana), Prince William, Norman Lamont and Geordie Greig. Greig is at present 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’s sister was a Lady in Waiting to Diana. 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 donkeys years and was the former Chairman. So who let Morrison in then?

 

So that, based on Gyles’s own account, is how It Was The Sun Wot Won It. Assisted by a Tory Party who knew that they had a child molester in their midst but were buggered if those ugly, red-faced, appallingly overweight Labour activists were going to win the day – and of course helped by someone who was prepared to murder the witnesses. At least Gyles’s greedy social climbing vile empty headed wife Michele now has Serious Money. How does it feel then Michele? Was it worth the brutalisation, rape and murder of a considerable number of young people who were drawn from the social class that you despise? Or do you manage to put that out of your tiny brain when you and Gyles are talking Teddy Bear Museums with the Royals?

 

Before finishing this post I just clicked on BBC News Wales online and I see that an enormous row has broken out over a fairly innocuous tweet sent out by Leanne Wood. In response to the Barcelona attack, Leanne tweeted ‘Ofnadwy/terrible. Is this more far-right terrorism? My thoughts are with all those affected’. The world and his wife have gone apeshit, particularly the Welsh Conservatives and UKIP. Janet Finch-Saunders, Conservative AM for Aberconwy, has said that Leanne’s tweet was ‘morally depraved’. No Janet, that was Peter Morrison, all those who kept quiet about him and whoever it was who killed the witnesses. UKIP have tweeted to Leanne ‘how dare you associate us with murderers?’ Er – I hate to draw this to your attention UKIP, but one of your leading lights in Wales is a man called Neil Hamilton. Who knew a man called Peter Morrison very well indeed – and someone killed a number of people who’s testimony could have put Peter Morrison behind bars. As if on cue, dear old Hamilton himself has waded into the fray and is quoted on BBC News Wales as saying that ‘Leanne Wood is clearly not fit for purpose. She is an embarrassment not only to Plaid Cymru but to the whole of Wales’.

This is the Neil Hamilton who lost his seat in Cheshire in 1997 after getting himself in the most appalling mess after some events involving cash in envelopes. Conservative Central Office begged him not to stand because he was far more of an embarrassment than Leanne could ever be, but Neil stood anyway. He was opposed by BBC journalist Martin Bell who stood on an anti-sleaze ticket. Neil’s wife Christine – who Gyles found to be such a delight, just like Peter Morrison – harangued Martin Bell in public and memorably asked who would vote for a man who wore a white suit. As it turned out, thousands of people would and they did, because they were desperate to see the back of the Hamiltons. Years later Neil Hamilton sneaked into the Senedd – I suspect because most of the people who voted for him didn’t know what he’d done in Tatton in the 1980s and 90s and they certainly won’t have known what he did when he was in the Federation of Conservative Students. But even the political geeks who did know probably weren’t aware that he was mates with a man who was known among the voters of Chester to be molesting children. Come off it Neil and Christine, you’ll have heard what Morrison was up to – and anyway Gyles has now admitted it to the world in his autobiography.

When ‘Breaking the Code’ was published, Brandreth was on record as saying that the Whips take a very harsh view of anyone who leaks their practices, but he thinks that they’ll probably forgive him. But is the wider world going to forgive you for keeping quiet about a child molester when witnesses to the gang that he was part of were murdered Gyles?

 

 

 

 

 

Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else

One genre of book that I quite enjoy reading is the political autobiography or biography. A lot of politicians are quite vain and not as bright as they think that they are, so there are often some unintentional revelations in their autobiographies. For example Matthew Parris some years ago wrote about holidaying in Italy with his friends at a place that they termed the ‘villa of shame’, enjoying the company of ‘boys who were always willing’ – Parris wrote this years before journos started circulating lists of names of people suspected of being involved in the Westminster Paedophile Ring to bloggers like me…

On holiday last week I took a stack of theory books – but for light entertainment I also took a copy of Ann Widdecombe’s autobiography, ‘Strictly Ann’. I thought that this might be an interesting read because a few years ago I came across Ann’s website, ‘The Widdyweb’, which fuelled my suspicions that she was quite mad. ‘The Widdyweb’ was a sort of Enid Blyton fantasy land in which Ann talked about her cottage which has lupins all the way up the path and the many cats that she has owned, including one called Mitten. Exploring ‘The Widdyweb’ enabled me to perhaps understand how Widdycombe managed to live on a different planet from the rest of us in which anyone who has the temerity to get divorced should be cast into the outer darkness. I recommended ‘The Widdyweb’ to my former PhD supervisor and he was sufficiently impressed by it’s content to speculate that it might be a spoof. It wasn’t, it was Ann’s own work. (‘The Widdyweb’ has had an overhaul since then and it now features donkeys as well as cats and a lot of photos of Ann herself.) So I expected to delve further into Ann’s fantasy world of lupins and cats called Mitten by reading ‘Strictly Ann’.

I had a surprise. Widdecombe has quite a deceitful streak. She is of course famous for being one of the politicians who was not disgraced in the expenses scandal – I think  that she, Jeremy Corbyn and Frank Field were about the only MPs not claiming for everything possible, but I would have predicted that. I don’t share many of Widdecombe’s views, but I would not expect her to be fiddling her expenses or pilfering in any form. But Ann’s autobiography reveals a degree of low level cunning and hypocrisy that I honestly did not expect to find.

When I have heard Widdecombe contributing to discussions regarding politicians renumeration, she has always been someone who has argued that if politicians aren’t generously paid, ‘talented people’ will not go into politics. (She doesn’t use the same logic when she discusses appropriate salary levels for other public servants.) She very obviously considers herself an ‘able’ and ‘talented’ person. I knew that she was an Oxford graduate, so I presumed – particularly in the face of all this talk about ability and talent – that Widdecombe, like Cameron and a few other leading Tories who consider themselves a cut above the rest of us, had been academically very successful. Not so. Widdecombe was actually rejected by Oxford when she applied as a sixth former, although she made it very clear that she would have given her right arm to get in there. She did her first degree at Birmingham – which was her fifth choice of university. So a few other people said no to Ann as well as Oxford then. However, whilst at Birmingham, she had developed a desperation to enter politics and her preferred way of doing that wasn’t to become active in local government as a councillor, it was to somehow get involved with the Oxford Union – because Ann had got wind that was the route that the big names used. To do that she needed to be studying at Oxford – so she applied again to pursue a Bachelor’s degree at Oxford after she had graduated from Birmingham. Ann’s parents offered to fund the Oxford degree. Ah, the myth of the naturally talented woman who got where she did in life by hard graft begins to unravel – a large quantity of readily available parental dosh played a crucial part at an early stage…

To be fair to her though, there was a lot of hard graft involved as well. Not cleaning toilets, or stacking shelves, or even studying (she ended up with a Third) – the hard graft involved a great deal of toadying, networking and beavering away in the Oxford Union with other aspiring politicians. Ann really loved being part of the Oxford Union, she didn’t see it in terms of a bunch of immature over-privileged tossers playing games at all, she really got down to Business there. She became Secretary of the Oxford Union and was also active in the Federation of Conservative Students (whose later activities became so offensive that Tebbit had to intervene and I think that the organisation was dismantled). In Ann’s words ‘we were fuelled by ambition and a will to carve out success for ourselves’ and she ‘met and talked to a wide range of politicians, broadcasters and academics’. She waxes lyrical about meeting the likes of David Owen (they loved him so much that Dr Death received a ‘huge ovation’) and the place was so packed for Enoch Powell’s burfday that people were forced to sit on the windowsills.

After Oxford, Widdecombe beavered away for many years trying to get into Parliament before she finally succeeded. She landed a mind numbingly boring job after graduation with Unilever, but spent every waking moment planning her future political career. It was all highly strategic and centred around getting to know the right people. She joined the Bow Group because, as with the Oxford Union, she perceived that to be where her version of the beautiful people hung out: ‘I was just one of a very ambitious set of young professionals who yearned to get into Parliament’. Ann mentions that the Bow Group was actually a bit left wing for her liking, but it was where the influential people were….

Despite their dangerous socialist tendencies, Ann made some good mates among the Spartists in the Bow Group. Richard Barber, who interviewed her when she applied to join, became her solicitor and another member, Michael Stern, became her accountant. She began working on papers with the Bow Group with folk like Richard Luce and Edward Leigh. Those readers interested in the rumours swirling regarding the Westminster Paedophile Ring might be interested to note that some of the names being bandied around as suspects were/are members of the Bow Group. Not that Ann Widdecombe’s name has appeared on any of the documents that I’ve been sent.

Ann was also keen on the idea of another Tory organisation where those with influence hang out, the Carlton Club. She had a problem there though, because for years they wouldn’t admit women. (However, as soon as they did relent, Ann joined – she became the first woman to become a full member of the Carlton in 2008 and was the first woman to serve on their General Committee.)

Ann was desperately trying to get onto the candidates list at Conservative Central Office, but for some reason they didn’t seem too impressed with her. She mentions that a Lord Lothian gave her a reference. I presume that this was the father of Michael Ancram – Ann had campaigned for him and acted as his PA when Ancram was trying to get elected himself in the 1974 General Election. Ancram inherited his father’s title in 2004 and is now in the Lords. Ann was obviously quite impressed with the Ancram clan, there is much name dropping of all the aristos that she rubbed noses with when she was working hard to get Michael into Parliament. She states that after she returned from Ancram’s campaign she ‘spent the next 13 years focussed on the House of Commons’.

Despite the best efforts of pere Ancram, Ann continued to have difficulty finding her way onto the candidates list, but she persisted. She was interviewed by Marcus Fox but rejected – he wanted ‘councillors with dirty hands’. She was told by John Lacey, the Central Office Area Agent for the south east, that to be accepted onto the candidates list she needed a record and that ‘there was an absence of professional information’ about her. At one point she was simply given a bollocking and told that the party were getting fed up of smart arses who had joined bodies like the Oxford Union and the Bow Group in order to bag a seat in Parliament.

Ann eventually ended up on something called the deferred list, which seems to have meant that she could apply to be a candidate but that she would receive no help from Conservative Central Office. They certainly meant ‘no help’ as well – people on the deferred list weren’t even informed of forthcoming selections (Ann, I think that Central Office might have been trying to tell you something). Widdecombe had a solution to that though – she ingratiated herself to someone who worked at Central Office and got them to access the info for her.

This is where it became entertaining. Ann’s mole kept an eye open and told her of EVERY seat that arose – and Ann applied for all of them, and boasts of the ‘creativity’ she employed as she made up cock and bull stories regarding her ‘connections’ to the constituency and desperation to represent the folk who lived there. She also took care never to mention her involvement with the Bow Group at interviews, because she believed that the Bow Group was unpopular with constituency parties. Ann may have been very good at identifying people who could assist her up the career ladder but she certainly wasn’t very good at finding out about the constituencies upon whose doors she was hammering. Her research involved a visit to the local library a couple of days before her interview. The depths of Ann’s ignorance and her shameless ruthlessness is particularly evident from her account of being called for interview on Anglesey no less.

Ann travelled all the way up to Anglesey from her base in the south east for the selection. She manages to sum up Anglesey as ‘all sheep and Rio Tinto Zinc’. There are sheep on Anglesey but there are other things as well. What there is not on Anglesey is zinc. There is a place called Parys Mountain where copper was historically mined and there was an industrial plant called Anglesey Aluminium – which was owned by Rio Tinto. Aluminium is nothing to do with zinc, it is a different element with a different position in the Periodic Table. ‘Strictly Ann’ is a book littered with smug comments regarding the perceived ignorance of other people in terms of their lack of knowledge of Latin, Shakespeare and the Bible. Yet Ann does not know the difference between two metals – and she very obviously didn’t bother to find out. At the time that she went for that seat on Anglesey, Anglesey Aluminium was a huge employer, so presumably she would have been after their votes. But she couldn’t even be arsed to find out what they produced. Ann’s confusion probably arose from the history of Rio Tinto who owned Anglesey Aluminium – at some point in the dark ages, Rio Tinto had merged with another company that was involved with zinc. But not on Anglesey. Furthermore I would have thought that the name ‘Anglesey Aluminium’ contained a clue as to what was being produced.

But guess what – the selection panel didn’t care that they had a total ignoramus on their hands. They loved Ann and she loved them! Which is weird, because Widdecombe knew bugger all about Anglesey and obviously didn’t care that she knew bugger all, she doesn’t mention the issue of language which would have been very important on Anglesey, she doesn’t concern herself with the socio-economic problems that plagued the region at that time and she wasn’t even that interested in the sheep. But Anglesey really wanted her, they were biting her arm off. She ‘stayed with an officer of the association so was under scrutiny the whole time and the interview was a rip-roaring success’.

Now one passion of Ann’s that has been a life-long obsession really is her commitment to the anti-abortion cause. It seems to be the only thing that she is indeed committed to – it’s the one thing that she doesn’t lie about or keep under wraps if necessary. It also caused some people to see her as an unsuitable candidate – she was perceived by some to be uncompromising and dogmatic and by others as a one-policy candidate. She devotes much of her autobiography to accounts of her anti-abortion campaigning and the reasons for her strong feelings on this matter and gives details of some very deceitful tactics that she and other anti-abortion campaigners used in their attempts to force legislation regarding this issue through Parliament. I am wondering whether it was Widdecombe’s enthusiasm for outlawing abortion that made her so attractive to Anglesey.

My post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’ detailed how a co-ordinated effort by Top Doctors in north Wales made it impossible for women in that region to access NHS abortions until well into the 80s/90s – the region was notorious for this and the Top Doctors crowed about their success in preventing abortions being carried out legally on the NHS in north Wales. Where did the Top Doctors tend to live if they worked in north west Wales? Anglesey. They colonised the area between Menai Bridge and Beaumaris in particular – that area is next to the Menai Strait, it’s very pretty, it’s where the more expensive and luxurious properties are and it’s near the hospitals in Bangor. I am not exaggerating here – that stretch is literally full of Top Doctors, I used to live there myself and huge numbers of the people living in Llanfairpwll/Menai Bridge/Llandegfan/Beaumaris were Top Doctors – or academics. It was always the reason that was given for Ysgol David Hughes in Menai Bridge performing so well academically – numerous children had mums and dads who were university lecturers or doctors. And if the residents of those villages weren’t Top Doctors, they were nurses or NHS managers or people who worked with the Top Doctors. They didn’t tend to live in Gwynedd because it was a bit wet and hilly there and the houses weren’t so grand – their colony was on Anglesey.

Widdecombe will absolutely not have kept her commitment to anti-abortion a secret during that selection. And I bet that the Anglesey Conservative Association contained a few Top Doctors or their associates who sounded the candidates out concerning their stance on abortion as well. They must have thought that Christmas had come when Widdecombe arrived – the Top Doctors of north Wales were getting very angry at the idea that they might be put under pressure to offer terminations and what would be more helpful to them than a local MP who would back them up all the way?

Sadly for Anglesey Conservatives though, it was a dream that was snatched away. Ann dropped them! A seat in Burnley had also come up and of course Ann had applied for that too (totally committed to Burnley as well!) and although Derek Laws, the Welsh Area agent, wanted Ann to withdraw from Burnley because Anglesey were so desperate to snare her, Conservative Central Office insisted that she follow procedure which meant keeping her name in the hat for Burnley and the Burnley election happened first. Anglesey seem to have been particularly miffed about this – Widdecombe’s book mentions that years later by which time she was in Parliament she bumped into someone from Anglesey and they asked her if she regretted letting them down. Ann herself has no regrets – it wasn’t a safe seat! She mentions of course that the candidate who was eventually selected for Anglesey was Keith Best and the seat was ‘lost’ from the Conservatives a few years later. She fails to mention that it was lost because Best was convicted of fraud and ended up in prison.

Ann wasn’t elected in Burnley and her search for a seat continued a while longer. Readers might well be wondering by now how Widdecombe was actually managing to sustain herself in the south east whilst spending so much time campaigning for the Tories, grovelling to influential people and indeed charging off around the UK in hot pursuit of a seat. It transpires that Ann had a very understanding employer. She got fed up of Unilever pretty quickly and took up a job as an administrator at the University of London. She wasn’t just on reception, she actually worked her way up to a very senior role in the University Court dept and ended up being responsible for the financial part of the project that merged the London medical schools ie. the merger between Guys and Tommy’s and University College and Middlesex. Ann Widdecombe will have been party to an awful lot of very interesting information in that role – and if she’d kept certain people happy she would have made some very influential friends. Which Ann seems to have been very good at doing anyway. One person who was very keen to help Ann further her career in the Conservative Party was her boss at London University, Peter Holwell.

Peter Holwell seems to have been a very useful boss to have – he allowed Ann an awful lot of time off to go campaigning (she doesn’t mention any obligation upon her to take this as unpaid leave) and she even mentions that she took her secretary from the University with her campaigning – the secretary played a full on role as well, answering letters, preparing canvassing returns etc. Did the authorities at London University know that two of their staff – a senior administrator and her secretary – were taking weeks off work in order to bag one of them a seat in Parliament? We are talking the 80s here, the Thatcher years, when universities were being berated for their wastefulness, their lack of productivity and were subjected to severe financial cuts.

But Peter Holwell didn’t just give Ann weeks off to fight elections and supply her with a secretary to do this. He seems to have participated in a great deal of subterfuge with Honest Ann. Readers of my vintage will remember that in 1982 the Tories became so vexed about the CND movement – in particular the women’s protests at Greenham – that they established a campaign in opposition to this which certainly had everyone rolling in the aisles: ‘Women and Families for Defence’, led by the dreadful Lady Olga Maitland, who doubled up as a gossip columnist for the Sunday Express. (Olga was as bad as Ann in terms of only bothering to get to know certain people. In one press interview she waxed lyrical about her love of dinner parties, but stressed that she only invited selected people ‘like Edward De Bono and his wife’. I won’t be receiving an invitation then.) Ann was involved with this campaign and was a key figure in running it – during her time at London University. She mentions that Peter Holwell was ‘keenly interested in my political activity and was a sympathiser’ – the preparations for the launch of ‘Women and Families for Defence’ were ‘carried out in secrecy’ and were referred to in London University as ‘the initiative’. Holwell was in on it all and all Ann had to do was ask for time off from the University for ‘the initiative’.

What exactly was going on in the senior ranks of the Court at London University in the 1980s?

Peter Holwell is still alive, although long retired. He’s been a busy bee though. He was listed as a Company Director for:

A.C.A. Ltd; Leeds Castle Foundation; Edge Foundation; Friends of the Courtauld Institute; Samuel Courtauld Trust; Setoncrest Ltd; Law 646 Ltd; Zoo Operations Ltd; Zoo Enterprises Ltd; Whipsnade Wild Animal Park; Zoo Restaurants Ltd.

Some of these organisations are well-known, some seem to be businesses connected to London University and some are frankly opaque and rather suspicious….

But to return to ‘the initiative’ which was so generously supported in complete secrecy by the upper echelons of London University. ‘Women and Families for Defence’ was always presented by the Tories as being a movement led by real women who wore nylons and were called Lady, rather than a bunch of screaming lesbians of doubtful sanity which of course were what made up the ranks of CND. Yet Ann tells us something else – although the initiative was supposedly led by Olga assisted by the likes of Angela Rumbold and Virginia Bottomley, Ann states clearly that it was all ‘initiated’ by a man called Michael Lingens, a Bow Group officer, who needed a ‘women’s group’ to make an ‘even bigger noise’ than the Greenham women. So who was this Michael Lingens who told the ladies what to do?

Michael Lingens was a Councillor in Hammersmith and Fulham 1982-86 and became Chairman of the Bow Group in 1984. These days he is described as a ‘corporate lawyer’. He is a partner in an organisation called CharlesRussellSpeechlys and is described on their website as being a man who ‘advises on corporate and transactional work for public and private companies, primarily in the healthcare sector’. Lingens has ‘worked with a number of the UK’s leading care home operators in recent years’. He is ‘responsible for the firm’s offices in continental Europe and Chairman of the International Committee which co-ordinates the firm’s international activities in general’.

So it sounds rather to me as though Michael Lingens these days is in the business of privatising the NHS. Which is certainly interesting – Ann’s job at London University (when she was actually at work to do it) involved overseeing the reconfiguration of some leading London hospitals/medical schools and in ‘Strictly Ann’, Ann explains that of course she’s committed to the NHS, but years after her adventures with Olga Maitland et al when she became Shadow Secretary for Health ‘a major plank of my policy was to introduce private sector money to the NHS’. Ann enjoyed the miracles of private medicine herself when she suffered a detached retina. She trotted along to Moorfields Hospital and consulted the surgeon Lyndon da Cruz expecting to hear the worst and told him that she did know that ‘lots of people go through life with the sight of only one eye’. She was delighted to be told that ‘but YOU won’t have to’. Ann recalls that ‘they were the most beautiful words I had heard in many years’ and observed ‘how blessed I am to have BUPA cover’. I didn’t realise that BUPA had a spiritual aspect to it, but at least Ann didn’t have to go blind like the rest of us who don’t have BUPA cover are obviously expected to. ‘Strictly Ann’ is full of references to the Good Book and indeed quotes from the Good Book but Ann really is no John Bell.

The corporate lawyer who is gobbling up the NHS is not the only person who assisted Ann, Olga et al with the initiative. They were, explains Ann, ‘egged on’ by Julian Lewis, who had been at Oxford with her. Ann admiringly explains how on one occasion a few years later, Julian ‘actually managed to string pro-defence banners across Whitehall under which CND had to march on it’s route to Trafalgar Square’. Julian helped Ann with her maiden speech when she finally did succeed in getting into Parliament in 1987. The subject of Ann’s maiden speech was Trident.

So who’s Julian? He’s the Tory MP for New Forest East. In 1976 he received secret funding from the far-right organisation the Freedom Association to pose as a Labour Party moderate in an attempt to expose Militant Tendency entryism in the Labour Party. He is described as a ‘leading opponent of CND and other left-wing organisations throughout the 1980s’ and between 1981-85 he was the Research Director of the Coalition of Peace Through Security. In Parliament he actively pursues the retention and renewal of the UK Trident programme. Just to reassure everyone, in Sept 2010 he was appointed as a member of Parliament’s Security and Intelligence Committee.

So that’s who was pulling the strings of Ann and her mates. Funded without anyone’s knowledge by London University, as was Ann’s path into Parliament.

Ann did eventually manage to get elected in 1987, for Maidstone. Once more Peter Holwell did her a favour and allowed her to leave her job at London University without working out her notice. She mentions an early problem arising when she was newly elected – there was an ‘acute cash crisis’ at Maidstone Hospital, which was ‘very new and flagship’ and Honest Ann was called upon to manage the crisis (or perhaps the bad publicity?), which involved a series of discussions with the Health Authority Chair Anne-Marie Nelson, the hospital management, the Top Doctors, the Angels and the Minister Tony Newton. There were obviously very much more serious problems at that hospital than Ann admitted. Maidstone Hospital hit the media in 2007 as a result of a C diff outbreak, attributed to filthy conditions and overcrowding. In total, more than 1,150 patients became infected, 90 were estimated to have died as a result of infection and it was estimated that the infection contributed towards the deaths of another 240 patients. The Chief Exec was described as ‘blameless’ but was sacked nonetheless, with a severance payment of 250k. The Health Secretary at the time, Alan Johnson, intervened and the Dept of Health advised the Trust to withhold more than 2/3 of the payment. The case went to the Court of Appeal, the payment was restored and a judgement was issued that was highly critical of the Trust. Upon publication of the judgement the whole Trust Board resigned. So Ann didn’t manage to sort that little local difficulty out then, despite ‘Strictly Ann’ containing anecdotes about the machinations that she and her colleagues used to ensure that bad news NHS stories didn’t receive high profile coverage.

After all that toadying to actually get into the Commons, Ann very nearly came unstuck in 1992 when there was an attempt to deselect her by some members of her constituency association as a result of her anti-hunting stance. (Is it not ironic that it was this which nearly caused her to come to grief rather than the rest of the insanity and duplicity.) However, fellow anti-abortion campaigner Lib Dem David Alton was so mortified at the idea of Parliament without Doris that he came to her rescue. Alton theorised that to get Ann out of hot water, she needed the support of a high profile hunter and hey presto a letter from the Duke of Norfolk in support of Ann was sent to the constituency association. Ann was really chuffed when she found out that the Duke of Norfolk had written that he wished that he’d had her at his side when he was ‘fighting the Mau Mau’. I’m wondering if Doris has any idea of what was alleged to have happened in the fight against the Mau Mau uprising – the Mau Mau militants were notoriously terrifying and vicious, so the colonial forces did not hold back where retaliation was concerned. Mau Mau were flogged until death, roasted alive, sexually assaulted with a range of objects, set alight after having paraffin poured over them and castrated. Interrogation methods used by the colonial forces included slicing off ears, boring holes in ear-drums and pushing pins into fingernails. One can only wonder in what capacity the Duke of Norfolk imagined that Ann would have proved useful.

The Duke of Norfolk’s letter did the trick and Ann lived to fight another day.

In much the same way that it took Ann a very long time to actually get into Parliament, her progress once she was there was not what she had envisaged. As with the Chukas and the Yvettes and the Tristrams et al that have wrecked the Labour Party, doing a good job for her constituents as a useful backbench MP wasn’t enough for Ann – she knew that she was meant for better things. Like Norman Tebbit, Ann is someone who seethes at the idea that much of an MP’s role has now been ‘reduced’ to that of a ‘glorified social worker’. How they hate it when those sodding constituents keep turning up with their housing problems or their benefit concerns or their complaints about the NHS. As Tebbit used to stress ‘our job is to hold the executive to account’. Well that certainly is part of the job, but Tebs and Doris don’t seem to have worked out that the reason why MPs surgeries are now brimming over with desperate people about to lose the roof over their heads or with no income because their benefits have been stopped or who have nearly been killed at the hands of the NHS and no-one will even respond to their letters, is that since 1979 successive Gov’ts have set about dismantling the infrastructure of the UK and now nothing fucking works. Desperate people have nowhere else to turn but their MPs, particularly when the public services themselves break the law. Parliament is not the Oxford Union Ann, no matter how much that you wish it was. That was you playing with a load of other pretentious spoilt idiots – when you get elected you have things called constituents to answer to.

Although Doris did notice that no-one seemed very enthusiastic about promoting her, she did what she had done previously – she hassled a lot of influential people demanding answers as to why her talents were going unacknowledged. Unbelievably it worked and Doris began to get promoted.

Now one of the early positions that Doris achieved that interests me is that of Parliamentary Under Secretary of State to Tony Newton. Doris describes that this involved a huge amount of work and that as the Parliamentary Under Secretary it was she who did the legwork – including handling all correspondence. Tony Newton was the Minister to whom Alison Taylor wrote in Feb 1988 describing the abuse of children in care in north Wales that was happening – including assaults that she had witnessed herself. Ann Widdecombe will have known about that letter. Furthermore by the time that she wrote to Tony Newton, Alison had already written to Margaret Thatcher. Tony Newton was Health Minister. This was pre-devolution, so the NHS in Wales was the responsibility of Westminster. By the time that Doris was the gofer for Newton, the authorities were aware of my allegations concerning the psychiatric services in north Wales as well.

But Doris also knew somebody who was directly involved in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal – Peter Morrison, the MP for Chester, whom former Tory MPs now admit was known to be molesting under-aged boys and who was visiting children’s homes in north Wales. Doris mentions Morrison a number of times in her book – Doris knew him as Thatcher’s PPS and repeats a number of times that Morrison was giving Thatcher ‘bad advice’. It is fairly clear now that Thatcher’s administration were covering up what was happening in north Wales, including Peter Morrison’s activities. Ann doesn’t mention that, but she does make reference to another situation which she claims was covered up by everybody from ‘Tony Newton downwards’, that of the serious alcohol problem suffered by Nick Scott. She observes that no-one did him any favours concealing the fact that he was drunk and incapable and she is probably quite right. But I suspect that Doris knew that Tony Newton along with the Welsh Office were covering up something far worse than an alcoholic colleague – and who knows she might well have still been in contact with her old buddies the Top Doctors from Anglesey who had so wanted her as their MP, who were covering up exactly the same thing. By that time Keith Best had been elected for Anglesey – the Keith Best who was so uninterested and unhelpful when I went to see him about the wrongdoing of the Top Doctors. The Keith Best who had a role in the Welsh Office.

After her stint with Tony Newton, Doris was Parliamentary Under Secretary of State for David Hunt at the Dept of Employment. The David Hunt who was Secretary of State for Wales – twice – and who covered up the wrongdoing in north Wales as well.

Doris’s autobiography makes it obvious that she was getting pretty pissed off with only being a mere Parliamentary Under Secretary and she was greatly pleased when she finally became a Minister of State in the Home Office. She was memorably Minister for Prisons under Home Secretary Michael Howard who maintained that ‘prison works’, as the prison numbers swelled with dispossessed people who were frequently mentally ill. Or in north Wales had complained about the psychiatric services or of having been molested in children’s homes. Doris waxes lyrical about the features of prisoners – that they are usually illiterate and innumerate, that they often have mental health problems, that they usually come from ‘broken families’. The one thing that she fails to mention is that a disproportionate number have grown up ‘in care’ – but I bet she knew it. Doris was a Minister in the Home Office at the time when Mary Wynch was chewed up and spat out, ruined, by the Home Office (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

Doris was sufficiently attached to Tony Newton and David Hunt to mention how ‘upset’ she was when they lost their seats in 1997.

I find it very difficult to believe that Doris, whose whole modus operandi was predicated upon making friends with powerful people and helping ensure that things ran smoothly for them, had not heard an awful lot about the barrel of shite in north Wales that so many of those whom she was hobnobbing with were so deeply involved.

But even after Hunt and Newton had left the Commons, Doris found herself yet again close to someone else who played a major role in covering up the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal – she became Shadow Secretary for Health under William Hague. Whilst the cover-up that was the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway. Doris was a big fan of Hague and her explanation for his disastrous stint as Tory leader was that he simply arrived in that position too early in his career. Even in her account of her support for Hague as leader though there are indications of Doris’s underhand activities. By the time that Hague stood in the leadership race, Doris had of course fallen out with Michael Howard in a very big way and certainly did not want him becoming leader of the party – she did of course launch a very public attack on him in which she notoriously claimed that there was ‘something of the night’ about him and what with that coming from Honest Plain Speaking Ann, it killed off Howard’s 1997 leadership chance. Ann explains in her book how Hague was actually going to support Howard for leader in 1997 until she told James Arbuthnot – the principal Hague supporter – that she was going to launch a major attack on Howard. Hague subsequently reneged on his deal to support Howard. Ann wonders whether Arbuthnot told Hague that he was supporting ‘damaged goods’ – of course she has no idea whether Arbuthnot ever did tell him that, but she remarks that it would have been ‘strange’ if Hague’s ‘first lieutenant would not have told him what he had learned’. Of course it would Doris, that’s why you set the cat among the pigeons…

Doris also had cause to call on the help of yet another person whom I have named on this blog as helping to keep the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal out of the media as much as was possible – Amanda Platell (see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’). In 1999, by which time Platell had her feet well under the table as Head of Press at Conservative Central Office, Peter Lilley made a speech which compromised one of Doris’s policies. An early draft of Lilley’s speech was leaked by a journalist – a journalist whom it was known was regularly briefed by Doris. Suspicion fell upon Doris and rumours flew – Doris was horrified that she had fallen under suspicion (I’m not sure why, if she was known to be briefing this journo on a regular basis it would seem logical to presume that she’d done so again). Fortunately for Doris, the helpful Amanda held a full investigation using some of her contacts that I mentioned in my previous post about her, two people were identified as being the source of the leak and were sacked. Doris remained – presumably to continue briefing journalists when she found it necessary.

Readers may remember that Doris fancied herself as Tory leader but never actually got that far. What is noticeable in Doris’s book is that she had felt that this was her destination and she takes it as a matter of fact that she’d have been an absolutely brilliant PM. Fortunately for the rest of us it never actually happened. However Doris does spend quite a lot of time telling us all how she would run the world if anyone were ever rash enough to allow her to do so. She claimed to be speaking for a section of society that she termed the ‘Forgotten Decents’. Which is an interesting concept from a woman who admired so many close colleagues who had concealed a paedophile ring. Of course Ann stood down from Parliament in 2010 and although she has made it known that she was miffed not to have been offered a seat in the Lords, her career post-politics has continued. She has become a sort of cabaret act, taking part in Strictly Come Dancing and the like. She devotes quite a bit of space to these activities in her autobiography.

Doris tells us how as part of a project for one TV programme she ‘found a prostitute’ called Collette from Peterborough, who wanted to escape from prostitution ‘but could get no help’. A bit like those teenaged boys in north Wales that your colleague Morrison was molesting then Ann. Ann sadly observes that Collette disappeared with a mobile phone that the TV folk had given her and ‘went off the radar’. Well some of the former residents of the children’s homes were found dead after they’d given evidence about what had happened to them and no-one even gave them a mobile phone to bugger off with.

During the filming of another TV programme, Doris was appalled to encounter a ‘work shy’ man called Mick Philpott who ‘pretended’ to take on a job that Ann had found for him ‘but never reported for duty’. Well if Ann had found him a job as a senior administrator at London University, he wouldn’t have needed to have reported for duty, he could have pissed off around the country with the use of a secretary campaigning for a seat in Parliament. Doris was also deeply traumatised when she discovered that the work shy man had a rather complex domestic set up – he was in a sexual relationship with a number of different partners all at once (just like Marjorie Wallace then) and made reference to him ‘servicing’ them. Doris was appalled at the use of this phrase. I can tell that when Doris worked in London medical schools she was an administrator who didn’t share a tea room with Top Doctors or their minions. Do you know what the absolute bog standard phrase at St George’s was for shagging someone Doris? Servicing them. I heard it every day, among much ribald speculation relating in particular to various Top Doctors who were known to be serving – or being serviced – by numerous casual partners. Indeed one Top Doctor who achieved fame for being serviced by five different men in one weekend now appears in glossy women’s magazines in relation to her campaigning work on FGM. I saw an article featuring her the other day. Unlike Ann, I don’t really mind who services who if it’s non-exploitative and between consenting adults, but the icing on the cake was when I was told that one of the Top Doctors at another medical school in London wasn’t very popular because ‘he has a pony tail and arrives on his motorbike every day’. I remarked that was hardly earth shattering and I was then told ‘yes but the trouble is he has sex with his children, he’s too much’. Yep, they knew that a professor of gynaecology in London was having sex with his children. They didn’t like it, they gossiped about it but not one of them lifted a finger to investigate or stop it. St Georges was a medical school with a labour ward that used to be occasionally visited by social workers and police officers to remove new born babies from the care of women if they had been deemed unsuitable to care for their children. The man who was alleged to be having sex with his children is still on the Medical Register, he is actually still a very big name and is a Professor Emeritus who sits on the Boards of numerous medical charities. But of course St Georges had a Professor of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke, who in the mid 1980s went to prison for possessing huge quantities of child porn.

Like some of the Top Doctors, Doris has rather inconsistent views where sexuality is concerned. She supported Section 28 because it was ‘about protecting children’. (So that’s why the Tories covered up a paedophile ring then!!) When discussing child sexual abuse she relies on the Margaret Hodge defence of ‘we didn’t know about it in the 70s and 80s’. Yes Doris, we did know about it. Molesting children was considered very unacceptable indeed, even in the 70s and 80s, which is why people went to such lengths to conceal it. The one thing that people didn’t tend to accept in the 70s and 80s was that respectable middle class men with families and allegedly ‘normal’ lives might be involved in such activity – it was very much seen as the preserve of a loner in a flasher’s mac. To illustrate the depths of society’s ignorance regarding paedophilia, Doris mentions that Harriet Harman and Patricia Hewitt who were famously involved with the NCCL when it was affiliated to PIE are now ‘exemplary mothers’. I’m not sure that I see the connection – Harman and Hewitt I am sure would never let their own kids near paedophiles but that did not stop them from doing some stupid things when they worked for the NCCL and then throwing hissy fits in the media when it was exposed many years later. But then Margaret Thatcher would never have let Mark and Carol near a paedophile gang but she ignored one that ran riot in north Wales on her watch because they were only molesting the kids of some sheepshaggers who were in local authority care. The one paedophile whom Doris does have harsh words for is Jimmy Savile – Doris blames the BBC. It wasn’t the BBC who nominated him for a knighthood or invited him to Chequers for Christmas – it was Thatcher. And it wasn’t the BBC who put him in charge of a high security hospital – it was Doris’s colleague Edwina Currie….

Most staggeringly though, one paedophile who Doris has nothing but warm words for is the man who when Doris’s dancing partner Craig Revel Horwood was a teenager took Craig travelling and used him, in Ann’s own words, as ‘rent boy’. This man was a lot older than Craig and Craig’s mother was told a tall story in order to ensure that the travel plans weren’t stopped. Craig told Doris that despite all this, his travelling companion was a nice man. Which he might well have been, but he was also a highly exploitative man who was happy to lie to people in order to have sex with a minor. Doris marvels at Craig’s insights and wishes that the whole world could be as forgiving (which is odd coming from someone who is very keen on the idea of hanging people). She comments that friendship is a marvellous thing. Which I think is a fairly standard line that paedophiles use when approaching young people – and they tell them not to tell their mums what is going on.

So there’s The World According To Widdecombe for you. Doris’s political life has been one of daft simplistic ideas, of telling the plebs what’s good for them, of ludicrous games learnt at the Oxford Union, of ruthlessly fawning to powerful people particularly if they have titles or a great deal of money and of chortling away with her Tory mates whilst making smug comments about socialists. As a paedophile ring ripped through north Wales, leaving a trail of death, destruction and people wrongly imprisoned in it’s wake. Although Doris doesn’t know the difference between aluminium and zinc, she considers herself a multi-talented erudite being and she spends a lot of time turning her nose up at the plebs who haven’t read their Shakespeare. Had Doris been a different sort of electoral candidate for a seat in north Wales, she might well have bothered to become acquainted with some of the literature from the region. One of north Wales’s most famous writers was someone called Kate Roberts. She wrote a book called ‘Feet In Chains’ Doris. Which just about describes the state of those kids in north Wales who were shagged senseless and beaten up in order to provide sexual services for some of your colleagues and were banged up in the North Wales Hospital or Risley Remand Centre if they complained about what was happening. Should any readers think that I might be overdoing it here, I should explain that as well as the people mentioned in this post, in her book Doris also names scores of other political chums whom she has hung out with and who helped her along her way. FIVE of those names appear on the list of names that I have been sent by a journalist as being suspected members of the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

Doris has now retired to Dartmoor with a load of cats. But the damage that this rather dim woman inflicted because she thought that she was Prime Minister material remains.