He Got On His Bike And Looked For Work

My post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ described how, in the 1980s, UCNW (Bangor University) accepted local young people on work placement schemes with the Manpower Services Commission (MSC). One such ‘trainee’, T, with the Zoology Dept, lodged in our student house on Anglesey for one terrible term and it took us a very long while to recover from her presence. T stole from us, never paid any rent, left without notice owing us hundreds of pounds and made a false allegation of rape against a young man in Bangor. As for T’s activities in the Zoology Dept, on one occasion she got completely bladdered and couldn’t walk, so had to be carried out of the building by the workmen. She also lied about feeding and watering the research animals, who died as a result.

The authorities at UCNW were well aware of what a liability this ‘trainee’ was and we had all told our tutors and the Student Health Centre what was going on and asked for help. We were ignored. I was also aware that Dr Phil W. White, a GP in Menai Bridge, was prescribing T a combination of drugs that could have killed her, because she was drinking with them. White knew that T was drinking. White however surpassed himself a while later when T discovered that she was pregnant and panicked. White told her to stop making such a fuss. I understand that T’s baby was eventually taken into care because, fairly obviously, she was incapable of looking after a baby and no-one was going to help her.

At the time, because we were 20 and students, it was a case of ‘Christ, what is she going to do next?’, but now that I’ve hit middle age I can only marvel at the dereliction of duty of care on the part of both the MSC and UCNW with regard to T. T was 17 when she turned up, so they were probably supposed to be in loco parentis. T returned to her parents in north Anglesey some months later owing money everywhere – thousands – under investigation by the police for conduct likely to pervert the course of justice and pregnant. I cannot imagine that her mum and dad were too happy.

The MSC trainees were allocated a supervisor and T’s was a rather ineffectual former teacher from England who wasn’t able to get a teaching job in Gwynedd because she couldn’t speak Welsh.  On one occasion I spent the morning with this supervisor and explained very clearly that T was not capable of any sort of independent living and there was not going to be a happy ending if someone didn’t step in. There was no action forthcoming. However I did find out from the supervisor that T had not coped at all well on the outward bound residential course that the trainees had been sent on. The supervisor knew this because in true north Wales cronyism style, her own daughter, who I think was a social worker, had been responsible for taking T and co on the outward bound course.

When T returned from the outward bound course, she was covered in bruises and injuries, more than one would have hoped for if one was taking a group of teenagers out into the mountains. We gained the impression that the supervision was not what it should have been, an impression reinforced when T made some comments which suggested that there had been sexual activity between the MSC trainees on the outward bound course.

North Wales is full of outward bound centres and some of them are excellent. However, the standards vary and even those offering mountain leadership training differ in rigour. I know one teacher – well-networked into the paedophiles’ friends herself – who in 2001 told me that she wasn’t going to do her mountain leadership at Plas-y-Brenin because it was ‘too tough’ there, she was going to another centre to complete the qualification, which was known as being the ‘easiest’ in north Wales. She subsequently took a teenaged girl up into Snowdonia on a difficult route, after being warned that the route was far too tough for the girl concerned, only to witness the teenager collapse and need the help of the mountain rescue team to get her off the mountain.

I don’t know which centre T et al visited, but in the 1980s, those outward bound centres were often the domain of the paedophile gang, as all those kids in care were given ‘experiences’ in the mountains.

Following T’s false reporting of a rape, a file was sent to the DPP, as it was felt that T’s lies over the course of several weeks did rather go beyond the bounds of a frightened/distressed/confused young woman and amounted to a fairly serious attempt to have an innocent man convicted. The CPS did not prosecute. Which suggests that the paedophiles’ friends were concealing something that was at risk of being discovered if publicity fell upon this young woman’s conduct while on the MSC scheme.

 

Many of the young people employed on the Manpower Services Commission scheme at UCNW had already been victims of the paedophiles’ friends. I knew that at least one of the young men, S, who was on the residential  course with T, was a patient of Dr Tony Francis. This young man had experienced problems before his parents moved to Anglesey – his father was an academic who had been made redundant  in the ‘cuts’ of the 1980s – but S ending up in the hands of the Top Doctors in north Wales will have resulted in nothing but harm, although as Brown observed because S had supportive middle class parents he’ll have been cushioned from the extremes of the North Wales Psychiatry Experience.

 

Sir Melvyn Rosser was appointed as the Chairman of the MSC Committee for Wales in 1980 and was reappointed in 1983; I mentioned in an earlier post that I can only conclude that Rosser must have fallen from grace in some way, because although he held a number of high profile public roles until the late 1990s, there is little information about him online, simply records stating that he was Chairman of HTV Group, 1986-91 and President of Aberystwyth University, 1985-97. There is a file under Rosser’s name in the National Archives, 1974-76, but it hasn’t been digitised so I have not been able to access it online. There is no indication as to what aspects of Sir Melvyn’s work the file concerns. Rosser must have done a few favours for someone many years ago because he was knighted in 1974.

Hansard, March 1985, records that Ron Davies, the Labour MP for Caerphilly, asked Nicholas Edwards, then Secretary of State for Wales, if ‘he will list all those appointments held under his patronage’ by Sir Melvyn ‘since 1979’. Edwards replied that ‘I have not appointed Sir Melvyn Rosser to any public body in Wales for which I am the responsible appointing Minister. I was consulted by the Chairman of the Manpower Services Commission prior to Sir Melvyn’s initial appointment as Chairman of the MSC Committee for Wales in 1980 and on his reappointment in 1983’.

So I presume that in 1985 Melvyn Rosser and his appointments were being questioned, although he was nonetheless subsequently given the HTV Group and Aberystwyth University to play with.

Melvyn Rosser was leading the Wales branch of the MSC at the time when the victims of Dafydd et al were left to their own devices ‘on placement’ at UCNW, although some of them were under 18 yrs old and obviously not coping with ‘independent living’.

 

The person responsible for the MSC’s employment rehabilitation programme for disabled people in the mid-1980s was none other than Huw Vaughan Thomas, who did a stint as Chief Exec of Denbighshire County Council and succeeded Ioan Bowen Rees as Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council. Huw Vaughan Thomas was as comfortable as Ioan had been with a paedophile gang operating within the Council’s children’s homes, he refused to respond to any concerns at all (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…).

Huw was an adviser to the Welsh Office as the dawn of the National Assembly was in view and then became Auditor General for Wales, after the previous Auditor General, Jeremy Colman, was jailed for the possession of child porn. Huw has clocked up a truly impressive list of public appointments, even by the standards of a paedophiles’ friend, as has his wife Enid Rowlands, who among many other things, was a member of the North Wales Health Authority (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Enid is a member of the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority, which is only understandable for someone who’s husband allowed a paedophile gang to rage within the children’s homes for which he was responsible and who was involved in a major scandal herself involving the disappearance of a large sum of public money followed by allegations of conflict of interest into the bargain. Should anyone delude themselves that they can escape Enid by ‘going private’, oh no you can’t, she was involved with BUPA as well.

Enid and Huw have a son. His career got off to a flying start when he was given a training place in the National Auditor for Wales’s Office, where his dad occupied the most senior position. I look forward to Thomas minor joining an NHS Board very soon, it’ll be in his genes.

 

The man who Chaired the MSC on a UK wide level, 1976-82, so who was in post when Rosser and Huw Vaughan Thomas were appointed, was Sir Richard O’Brien.

Richard O’ Brien led a distinguished career in public service, which spanned several Gov’ts. O’Brien was Director of the CBI’s industrial policy committee in the early 1970s and was described as being ‘at heart of the postwar consensus in favour of Gov’t intervention and planning’. In 1976 Callaghan’s Gov’t appointed O’Brien as Chairman of the MSC. In 1979 Thatch confirmed O’Brien’s appointment as the first Chairman of the Crown Appointments Commission to appoint an Archbishop of Canterbury. O’Brien recommended Robert Runcie.

After the Scarman Report which followed the inner-city riots of the early 1980s, Runcie invited O’Brien to Chair the Commission which led to the 1985 report ‘Faith in the City’. An unnamed Cabinet Minister dismissed the Report as ‘Marxist’ and Thatch complained that there was nothing in it about ‘self-help or doing anything for yourself’. It was perceived that ‘Faith in the City’ led to very great strains between some members of Thatcher’s Gov’t and the Church of England, which resulted in Tebbit being as rude as he felt able to be to C of E Bishops on ‘Question Time’ and Thatch making comments about the Bishops being ‘cuckoos in the nest’. Yet Douglas Hurd, then Home Secretary, ‘was impressed by the conclusions on crime’, drawn by ‘Faith in the City’ whilst Heseltine, then Secretary of State for Defence, stated that the Bishops had got it wrong and ‘conditions in the inner cities are much worse than they say’.

At the time Hurd was Home Secretary, running a Home Office that was actively colluding with the serious organised crime in north Wales on the part of Dafydd and the gang and ignoring the appalling events and constant deaths at Risley Remand Centre (see posts ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Include Me Out’). Hurd was the nephew of the botanist Professor Edred Henry Corner, who knew Prof Greig-Smith of the Plant Biology Dept at UCNW, whose colleagues were concealing the activities of Dafydd and the gang. Furthermore, Greig-Smith’s colleague Chris Wood was married to Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was facilitating the gang. Greig-Smith and Chris Wood were particularly helpful to one mature student, Gaye Kennaway. Gaye was married to Ian Kennaway, who was Director of Regions for the National Trust (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

During the mid-1980s, Penrhyn Castle, which was under the control of the NT, ran an MSC scheme which employed the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles, many of whom were witnesses to crime so serious that had anyone listened to them their evidence could have put a few people behind bars (see posts ‘That’s Entertainment’ and ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). My post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’ describes the situation of the teenaged girls employed on the MSC scheme as nursery assistants in the UCNW creche for the children of staff and students in 1982. The girls were not mentored, they were completely out of their depth and there were a lot of things happening in that nursery that should not have been happening and people allowed access to the nursery who should not have been.

The nursery was located in the Students’ Union building and I have explained in previous posts how every SU sabbatical officer was a lackey who concealed the activities of Dafydd and the gang. Duncan Orme, the Welfare Officer, was rewarded with a career in NHS senior management after crapping himself and fleeing when I approached him about Gwynne the lobotomist, the forged documents and the threats made to Brown and I (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Fiona Woolmer the Wimmin’s Officer bollocked on about campaigning to have VAT removed from sanitary products but failed to breathe a word about the trafficking gang which was targeting vulnerable wimmin students (see post ‘Just A Language Divide’), a man called Aiden was busying himself with Irish Republican activity and Martyn was the Gay Rights Champ which would normally be a benign role but the sex trafficking ring were targeting male students and schoolboys and the Chester branch of CHE was alleged to have been a front for paedophilia. Dear old Fran Tate was Welfare Officer at some point after Duncan Orme, which led Fran into a lifelong fulfilling career in north Wales as a paedophiles’ friend of the highest order (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’). One of the SU Presidents embezzled a large sum of money from the coffers of the SU but was not prosecuted and received references and a cheery wave to see him on his way. The richest student society was CA (Community Action), which ‘helped out’ at Ty’r Felin children’s home, where the kids were battered, raped and trafficked to locations including Dolphin Square. CA had its own minibus and salaried organiser.

So how I laughed when years after the rest of the world woke up to the excesses of apartheid South Africa, UCNW SU announced that they would be banning the sale of Nestle chocolate products in the SU shop and would be renaming the SU watering hole ‘The Mandela Bar’. While all this went on, the branch of Barclays Bank in the SU continued to do a roaring trade. It was located next to the shop that refused to sell Nestle chocs. The SU sabbatical officers were such dipsticks that I can only presume that someone at an NUS conference told them about Nestle’s interests in South Africa because they were completely unaware of the wider world. There were bright political students at UNCW, but they steered well clear of the SU because it was dominated by embryonic paedophiles’ friends.

Friends at other universities told me that they too gave up with student politics because it was dominated by complete wankers. I used to think that perhaps the levels of engagement and awareness was higher at elite institutions such as Oxford, but I don’t think that they were. It was once more the wankers who flooded through the doors into student politics, but richer more privileged wankers who had believed that they were Prime Ministerial material since the age of 12. Indeed they were Prime Ministerial material and just look at the mess.

 

As for Heseltine’s concern for urban deprivation, readers can read all about what he did with the info regarding the crimes of Dafydd et al in my post ‘Those Who Are Ready to Serve’.

 

‘Faith in the City’ led to the establishment of a Church Urban Fund – of which Richard O’Brien was Vice Chairman – to strengthen the Church’s work in the inner-cities, which led to the Church coming up sharp against the kids in care who had been trafficked from north Wales into sex work in the inner cities. No-one said a word, even when those young people were dying of AIDS. The Church and other organisations simply used their knowledge of how those former kids in care contracted AIDS to extract funding from Gov’t for their work with AIDS patients, which was given a PR boost by the patronage of high profile celebs, including Princess Di (see posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Buried Under Canary Wharf’). Di was married to the man who was Chancellor of UCNW and who refused to ‘get involved’ after Alison Taylor wrote to him in the late 1980s telling him that children in care were being abused in north Wales.

 

Richard O’Brien grew up in Derbyshire, the son of a Top Doctor. In the 1980s there was a paedophile ring in Derbyshire with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. As in north Wales, it seemed that the organised abuse of children in Derbyshire had stretched back decades and had been concealed by the usual culprits – the police, Top Doctors, social services, politicians etc. O’Brien studied law at Clare College Cambridge and had an outstanding record of service in WWII, during which time he acted as personal assistant to Field Marshal Montgomery. Their relationship developed into a friendship which continued after the war and Montgomery took O’Brien to Number 10 and introduced him to Attlee. O’Brien would definitely have had links with the security services.

After retiring from the Army, for two years O’Brien was the Development Officer for the National Association of Boys’ Clubs. O’Brien took up this role after being inspired by Attlee’s work with the same organisation. He then took up a career in engineering. O’Brien was Director of Industrial Relations at the British Motor Corporation (later known as British Leyland), 1961-66 and was an adviser to Harold Wilson’s Dept of Economic Affairs, 1966-68, under Ministers Michael Stewart and then Peter Shore.

Peter Shore was the Labour MP for Bethnal Green and Stepney and then Stepney and Poplar (1964-83) and a Cabinet Minister in Wilson’s and Callaghan’s Gov’ts. Shore knew about kids from north Wales being trafficked to his patch and he also knew why so many of them began dying of HIV in the 1980s. Shore remained schtum but was most helpful to all those good hearted people linked to Dafydd’s associates who helped the poor things dying from AIDS (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Buried Under Canary Wharf’).

It was Michael Foot, in his capacity as Employment Secretary in Wilson’s Gov’t, who appointed O’Brien as Chair of the MSC in Feb 1976. Footie himself concealed a great deal of crime related to the sexual exploitation of vulnerable people, including children and there are indications that his own sexual activities were potentially scandalous but he successfully kept them out of the press because of the dirt that he had on the press barons (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…!’). I have only just woken up to the fact that Footie was Lord President of the Council, April 1976-May 1979, which made him the visitor for UCNW. At the time, Sir Charles Evans’s management of the institution was so bad that Dafydd Wigley asked Shirl, as Education Secretary, to hold a public inquiry into the matter. Shirl refused, which was just as well because the institution was facilitating Dafydd’s sex trafficking gang which so many people had a vested interest in concealing that Parliament would have collapsed if Shirl had even scratched the surface.

 

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‘Tell me Mr Urquhart, is Dr Dafydd Alun Jones an insane incompetent old fool who is only tolerated because he’s running the Westminster Paedophile Ring?’

‘You might very well think that; I couldn’t possibly comment.’

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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It’s almost as if ‘House of Cards’ was written by someone who knew something of what was going on in 1990, when the BBC screened the drama. The story line revolved around murderous politicians and in the 2013 US remake, Francis Urquhart metamorphosed into ‘Frank Underwood’. Frank was Tony Francis’s middle name, it appeared on all those affidavits that he swore when he was perjuring himself.

‘House of Cards’ was written by Michael Dobbs. From 1977 to 1979, Dobbs was an adviser to Thatch, then leader of the Opposition. From 1979 to 1981, he was a Conservative MP speechwriter. From 1981 to 1986, Dobbs served as a Government Spad. From 1986 to 1987, he was the Conservative Party Chief of Staff. Considered a ‘masterful political operator’, he was called ‘Westminster’s baby-faced hit man’, by ‘The Guardian’ in 1987. From 1994 to 1995, Dobbs served Major’s Gov’t as Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party. In addition, Dobbs was Deputy Advertising Chairman at Saatchi & Saatchi, 1983-86, then Director of Worldwide Corporate Communications, 1987-88 and Deputy Chairman, working directly under Maurice Saatchi, 1988-91.

Michael Dobbs has stated that he wrote ‘House of Cards’ after witnessing a particularly dreadful scene involving Thatch.

Michael: I didn’t watch ‘House of Cards’, but my house mates did. I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School when it was screened in the UK and I was the target of the sociopaths upon which you based your TV drama. The nation loved it, but if you ever find that you are working with murdering child abusers again and that I and my friends are the people whom they have in the sight of their cross-hairs, could you pop over to my place and warn me please? Thanks.

In April 1992, days after John Major won the General Election, the firebomb in Brighton killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Thanks Mike!!!

‘House of Cards’ didn’t contain a character called ‘Dafydd’, because it’s an unusual name in England and it would have been a bit of a giveaway. Furthermore, had Dobbs based a fictional character on the real thing, his drama would have been dismissed out of hand as being so ludicrous that the BBC wouldn’t have screened it. Having said that, the BBC did employ Jimmy Savile, so they knew that truth is stranger than fiction.

Savile visited Bryn Estyn, where one boy alleged that Savile watched as the boy was raped by a group of men.

 

Marmaduke James Hussey, Baron Hussey of North Bradley, Chairman of the BBC Board of Governors, 1986-96:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Marmaduke was married to Susan Katharine Hussey, Baroness Hussey of North Bradley, Lady in Waiting to Lilibet and Godmother of Prince William: 

 

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Lady Susan is the sister of The Lord Waldegrave of North Hill who was Secretary of State for Health, Nov 1990-April 1992 and who has been Provost of Eton College since Feb 2009:

 

 

In Dec 1986 Professor Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at that institution favoured by the privileged, St George’s Hospital Medical School, was imprisoned for his vast collection of child porn.

 

It was Tebbit who in 1981 did not renew Richard O’Brien’s appointment at the MSC, although O’Brien thought that Thatch was behind the decision. Lord David Young replaced O’Brien. David Young was Thatcher’s mate who was responsible for pushing through the privatisation agenda. Thatch viewed David Young as personally loyal to her and in March 1987 appointed him to a central role in planning the 1987 General Election campaign. Young was responsible for organising Thatch’s tours and appearances on TV. One week before polling day on June 4 1987, Young and Tebs had a major disagreement about campaign strategy, on the day that has become known as ‘Wobbly Thursday’. Young is said to have grabbed Tebs by the lapels and said to him ‘Norman, listen to me, we are about to lose this fucking election’.

No you weren’t David, because you were imprisoning and killing the witnesses who could have gone public about Sir Peter Morrison, who was at the time molesting children in north Wales while he doubled up as Conservative Party Deputy Chairman.

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The Tory Party Chairman for much of the time when Morrison was Deputy Chairman was this old war horse, who’s dad didn’t riot but got on his bike and looked for work:

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Morrison’s sister Dame Mary spent most of her life as Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet.

 

The month following the Tories’ 1987 General Election victory, Dafydd and the paedophile gang made a well-planned, co-ordinated effort to frame and imprison me for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’. The Mental Health Act Commission and Risley Remand Centre were on board with the conspiracy, as evidenced by copies of letters that are now in my possession written by David Ewart of the Mental Health Act Commission’s Liverpool office. The plan failed thanks to  a nursing officer, Jeff Crowther, making a statement in which he admitted that I had not attempted to stab anyone and Sgt Morgan in Bangor Police Station protected me further by refusing to take untruthful statements from staff at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh who were ringing him up making allegations against me as I sat in front of him and also by preventing D.G.E. Wood from coming into my cell. See posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’.

Jeff Crowther left north Wales just before the Waterhouse Inquiry opened, after his wife died while ‘in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd’ and a drug addict threatened to kill him (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’). Sgt Morgan’s career came to an end not long after he protected me, after he was found guilty of indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in custody. Jeff seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty before Sgt Morgan was even put on trial.

Meanwhile, over at Labour Party HQ, Ron Davies – who subsequently became notorious for his ‘moment of madness’ with a male prostitute called Boogie and then an episode in which he was ‘looking for badgers’ – was journeying toward his eventual destination of Secretary of State for Wales under Blair. In 1987 the Windbag was still leader of the Labour Party and deluded himself that he was going to win the election (see post ‘I Warn You…’). The Windbag who had known Tony Francis when Francis was a student in Cardiff. The Windbag who was married to Glenys from Anglesey. Which was where the girl on the MSC scheme who encountered such problems was from as well as her colleague, S. Glenys and her family were personal friends of scores of those who had spent years concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles, including Lord Cledwyn, MP for Anglesey and one time Secretary of State for Wales  (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

 

At the time of and after the attempt by Dafydd et al to have me framed and imprisoned, a number of students from Leicester University – an institution heaving with paedophiles’ friends as detailed in previous posts, as a result of the presence of the Leicestershire paedophile ring involving Frank Beck and Greville Janner – knew what was happening to me. The students all had Radical Consciences and were involved with the SU at Leicester University and other leftist groups in the city, including Wimmin’s causes. One such person shared our house and was given extensive accounts of what was happening to me by both Brown and I. She and her friends read the statements in which the Top Docs perjured themselves. This person went to school with me in Somerset and was called Caroline Goodman then. By the time that we were living in Leicester she was known as Carrie Grant, but the last I heard she was living in Aberdeen, working as a teacher and using a different name. She is married to a retired economics lecture from Aberdeen University. Brown didn’t think that Caroline was involved with the paedophiles’ friends in Leicester, but I have been told that she definitely was and decided to keep quiet about what she knew was happening in north Wales.

Caroline’s Radical Conscience had its limits though. I made the mistake of telling her that I was very concerned at the fate of a Denbigh patient who had been unlawfully transferred to Risley Remand Centre, because I witnessed Dafydd’s mole Sister Janice Davies fit him up and then spread the word that he was violent and dangerous. This man had been previously accused of a sex offence and I very much suspected that he’d been fitted up for that as well. Caroline became very angry with me and screamed that she ‘didn’t give a fuck’ about this man. Well you’ll be delighted to know Caroline that he was almost certainly found dead in Risley Remand Centre, that tended to happen to the victims of Dafydd and the gang who stood accused of sex offences. I witnessed this man being fitted up in Jan 1987. I told Caroline – and other people – in Leicester about it over the summer of 1987.

18 Nov 1987, Kings Cross. 31 people died. I was due to pass through the station at the time of the fire but I’d been delayed so I missed it.

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Just how thick and callous are you all?

 

After the 1987 General Election, David Young was promoted to Secretary of State for Trade and Industry. He served two years in the role and privatised the last of the state industries in the department. In May 1989 Young told Thatch that he would like to return to private life. He resigned from the Cabinet in 1989 but received an appointment as Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party to help Kenneth Baker reorganise Central Office and then stood down on the resignation of Margaret Thatcher.

Young returned to business as a Director of Salomon Inc and Executive Chairman of Cable and Wireless. From 1993 he was President of the Institute of Directors and from 1995 was Chairman of Council of University College, London, with which many paedophiles’ friends are associated.

Young was the first President of Jewish Care, 1990–1997.

In 1996 Young set up his own company, Young Associates Ltd, with two partners Simon Alberga and Yoav Kurtzbard, that actively invests in technology companies. He is Chairman and controlling shareholder of the Camcon Federation of companies, a Cambridge-based federation of companies with innovative technology in the Oil and Gas, Auto and Medical fields. Young is controlling shareholder and on the board of TSSI Systems Ltd, a long established company in security technology and in both these companies he works with Danny Chapchal. He is a substantial shareholder and Chairman of Deep Tek Ltd, a company with developed technology to enable operations in deep and ultra deep waters in the Oil and Gas sectors and in scientific exploration. Young is a substantial shareholder and Chairman of KashFlow Software Ltd, a leading provider of online accounting for SMEs.

Lord Young has a number of charitable interests including the Presidency of Chai Cancer Care and the Coram Trust, Chairman of the Chichester Festival Theatre and of the Jewish Museum London and Trustee of the Co-Existence Trust and the MBI Jaber Foundation. In December 2010, Young also became a Patron of Lifelites, the charity providing technology for children in hospices.

In June 2010, Young was appointed adviser to PM David Cameron by the Coalition Gov’t to review health and safety laws.

 

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In October 2010, David Young was appointed Enterprise Adviser to Cameron and asked to conduct a ‘brutal’ review of the relationship of Gov’t to small firms. This resulted in a three-part review to Cameron on enterprise and small business.

In May 2012, Young delivered the first part of this review, entitled ‘Make Business Your Business’. Young highlighted the number of start-up businesses to indicate a growing culture of enterprise and entrepreneurship in the UK. The report introduced a new Gov’t programme, Start Up Loans, providing loans and mentoring to get a business venture started. In June 2013, Young delivered ‘Growing Your Business’, which looked at how new and developing small firms can grow and expand into new markets. In June 2014, Young reviewed the relevance of enterprise in education in ‘Enterprise for All’.

One of the wealthiest Top Doctors in north Wales, if not the wealthiest, is Dafydd. Dafydd’s partner in crime John Allen, who owned the Bryn Alyn Community as well as the brothels in Brighton and London to which he trafficked kids from children’s homes in north Wales, was a millionaire on the back of the profits from Bryn Alyn by the mid-1970s. Their business interests did very well under Health, Wilson and Callaghan, but the tills really rang out under Thatch.

Coutts cheque to buy off unscrupulous people? That’ll do nicely! See post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’.

 

Norman Tebbit appointed Richard O’Brien Chairman of the Engineering Industry Training Board in 1982 and O’Brien continued to serve with a number of other organisations concerned with training and education.

O’Brien was Chairman of the Policy Studies Institute, 1984-90, serving subsequently as its joint Chairman until 1998. Sociologist Tariq Modood was a Senior Research Fellow at the Policy Studies Institute, 1993-97. Tariq’s empire is at the University of Bristol, Dr D.G.E. Wood’s and Lord David Hunt’s alma mater. For many years now Tariq has been constructed as the leading authority on the sociology of ethnic minorities and New Labour really loved him. When I was doing my PhD I wrote to Tariq, not realising how rich and famous he was. I did not receive a reply. A couple of years later I mentioned this to a senior academic who laughed and said that Tariq was so important that he really would not concern himself with a PhD student, but I mustn’t feel embarrassed about contacting him if ever I met Tariq because Tariq wouldn’t even remember my e mail. This academic then let on that he had interviewed Tariq for a lecturing job before Tariq was quite so grand, but the panel decided not to appoint him because Tariq’s ‘sense of importance’ would make him impossible to work with.

So imagine my surprise when a couple of years later, I was involved in preparing a big research bid re ethnic minorities with some colleagues from Bradford, when I was told by one of the leading lights in ethnic minorities research in Bradford that if our bid was successful, we’d undoubtedly find one Tariq Modood knocking on our door and when we did, would we please not let him in because he was an unscrupulous nightmare. I subsequently got to know someone who had worked with Tariq and was told that he was at that point busy trying to ingratiate himself to Tony Blair. If one reads Modood’s work, one can see that he has significantly shifted his intellectual and political position over the years. The shift coincides with whichever policy the Gov’t of the day wishes to promote.

Tariq completed his Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees at Durham University, when social scientists in that institution were concealing the paedophile gang operating in the north east which was linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales (see post ‘I Warn You…’). Professor Eric Sunderland was Professor of Anthropology at Durham, 1971-84 and then PVC, 1979-84. In 1984 the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales sent up a distress flare, Eric responded to the call and was duly installed as Principal of UCNW. After completing his first degrees at Durham, Tariq undertook a PGCE at Cardiff University and did his PhD at Swansea University, an institution dominated by the family of paedophiles’ friend Rhodri Morgan (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

 

Richard O’Brien was a lifelong Anglican, a member of the Court of Advisers to St Paul’s Cathedral and involved in a number of charidees. He was a Trustee of HURT (Help Untwist Rape Trauma), the charity established by Jill Saward, the vicar’s daughter at the centre of the notorious Ealing Rape Case in 1986.

Although O’Brien was an establishment figure, he enjoyed hanging out with others considered radical. He was friends with E.P. Thompson, the Marxist historian from Warwick University. E.P. Thompson was a leading light in E.N.D. (European Nuclear Disarmament). More interestingly with regard to this blog’s subject matter, E.P. Thompson was a regular visitor to Croesor in north Wales, the village which hosted the ‘Welsh Bloomsbury set’, many of whom knew what Dafydd et al were doing (see post ‘The Village’). O’Brien was also friends with Lindsay Anderson, who directed the films ‘If…’ and ‘O Lucky Man’. ‘O Lucky Man’ was an alleged fantasy, which featured a lot of people doing the sort of things described on this blog.

 

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Sir Richard O'Brien

 

 

It has now been acknowledged that Runcie concealed child abuse. A quick look at his biography suggests that Runcie will have concealed child abuse on an even grander scale than has been admitted.

David Sheppard was the cricketing Bishop of Liverpool, 1975-97, who also concealed child abuse and Sheppard knew a great deal about the havoc that Dafydd and the paedophiles were causing in Liverpool as well (see posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’).

 

So when I witnessed UCNW neglecting their duty of care towards vulnerable, not very capable teenagers on the MSC employment scheme in 1983-84, David Young was commanding the MSC on a UK-basis and Sir Melvyn Rosser was commanding the Wales arm of the MSC. Sir Peter Morrison was a Minister in the Dept of Employment at the time, under Secretary of State Tom King, who was personally known to a close relative of that unskilled manual worker in Somerset who found himself in receipt of a Coutts cheque at the time that there was such a strenuous effort on the part of the paedophile gang in north Wales to imprison me (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’).

 

Richard O’Brien went to Oundle School, Northamptonshire. As did Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, who owned the Brondanw estate in Croesor and let out his properties to E.P. Thompson and many others, who knew what Dafydd et al were up to (see post ‘The Village’). Other old Oundelians include:

Sir Kenneth Robinson, Labour MP and Minister of Health, 1964-68, under Harold Wilson. Robinson was the man who would do anything for the Top Docs and spent years at the helm of the National Association of Mental Health (MIND) when Dafydd was involved with that organisation and while it was concealing child abuse and even deaths of psychiatric patients. After years of such sterling service, Robinson was appointed as Chair of the Arts Council of Great Britain, a post usually occupied by those who have attained the status of paedophiles’ friends at an earlier stage in their careers. See post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ for info on Robinson. Robinson was Health Minister when Dafydd was appointed as consultant to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Almost immediately, Dafydd was involved in a scandal concerning the serious neglect of patients which even made the pages of ‘The Times’.

Michael Wynn, 7th Baron Newborough. Lord Newborough owned estates in north Wales and served in the RNVR, along with so many paedophiles’ friends and would have known about their wrongdoing (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Michael Wynn is the father of the current Lord Newborough, who spent most of his career in the world’s financial centres but now runs the family estate and is a friend of Carlo (see post ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’).

Sir Peter Scott achieved fame as the naturalist who was behind Slimbridge and he also did much broadcasting with the BBC, along with David Attenborough. Attenborough’s father Frederick was Principal of the institution which became Leicester University (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’. Scott served in the RNVR. He was one of the founders of the World Wide Fund for Nature (formerly called the World Wildlife Fund), which entertained the nation as a result of its association with Prince Philip who enjoyed himself shooting wildlife at the time:

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Peter Scott was Chancellor of Birmingham University, 1973-83, whilst it housed Professor Robert Bluglass (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) and Professor Ian Brockington (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’), both of whom concealed the paedophile gang in north Wales.

Anthony Holden is a journo and a biographer, his most notable biography being one of Carlo.

Oundle has produced heaps of others who have occupied or do occupy positions of influence, including many people who attained high rank in the forces. Other old pupils include:

Alex Baldock, CEO of Dixons Carphone; Sir Howard Stringer, Chairman and CEO, Sony Corporation (Sony gave rock star Gruff Rhys – the son of Ioan Bowen Rees the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council while the paedophile gang did their worst in the Council’s children’s homes – that very favourable recording contract (see post ‘The International Language of Screaming’); Damian Grammaticas, BBC Europe Correspondent; David Lyon, International Development Correspondent of BBC News; Rufus Pollock, economist and founder of Open Knowledge International; Norman Smith, Assistant Political Editor of BBC News; Charles Wintour, newspaper editor; Lord Richard Allan, Lib Dem MP; Michael Beaumont, Conservative MP; Sir Roy Beldam, Lord Justice of Appeal; Caroline Criado Perez, feminist campaigner and writer; Lord Robert Dixon-Smith, Conservative MP; Lord Frederick Erroll, Conservative MP; Donald Gorrie, Lib Dem MP; Sir Herbert Palmer, Governor of Gambia and Cyprus; Ralph Bonner Pink, Conservative MP; David Reddaway, diplomat, Lord David Lockhart-Mure Renton, Conservative MP; Sir Joseph Simpson, Met Commissioner; Peter Thurnham, Conservative and Lib Dem MP; Prince Tomislav of Yugoslavia; Michael Mustill, Law Lord; Michael Ashby, neurologist; Colin Bibby, conservationist; Sir Cyril Clarke, physician; Richard Dawkins, evolutionary biologist; Charles Fagge, surgeon; Sir Alister Hardy, marine biologist; John Harman, former Chairman of the BNF; Leslie Hilton Browne, ornithologist and agriculturalist; Richard Keynes, physiologist; Clive Minton, ornithologist; David Nabarro, UN system coordinator; Joseph Needham, biochemist; Robin Nicholson, Chief Scientific Adviser to the Cabinet; Alan Lindsay Mackay, crystallographer.

There are many, many more…

 

I have mentioned before that I was friendly with many zoology students, both undergrads and postgrads when I was an undergrad at UCNW in the 1980s. My friend Anne Vernon who was killed by the paedophiles’ friends in 1986 was a PhD student in the Dept of Zoology. I knew how fraught the relationships between the staff of the Zoology Dept were, as well as some of the relationships between the staff and the students, particularly the PhD students, some of whom complained of being treated very badly, even of having their career prospects damaged, by vindictive supervisors. The two academics in the Zoology Dept who seemed to have the worst track records for this were Cliff Rankin and Tony Pitcher.

I was told again and again that Rankin was having affairs with female students who would then secure jobs and postgrad places in return for their favours. I wasn’t sure whether to believe this until just before finals, one of my male house mates was given the firm offer of a PhD studentship by Rankin. After he’d achieved the required 2:1, my friend went to see Rankin to make arrangements to register for his PhD, only to be told by Rankin that he’d decided to give the studentship to another student. It was one of the girls with whom Rankin was having a relationship. It was said by the PhD students that this was characteristic of Rankin, no-one could plan their futures on any offers from him. This may be coincidental, but that housemate of mine was one of the people who knew what was happening to me at the hands of the Top Docs. After Rankin blew him out, he spent a year in Australia, where someone attempted to blackmail him, but I’m not sure what over. He then completed a PhD at Aberdeen University and ended up working as a researcher for a drug company in Kent. He was forced out of his job there in early 1991, when I was forced out of St George’s and my two friends working in the media were intimidated out of their house by a gangster and then forced out of their jobs at the Royal Television Society and the BBC (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

In my post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’, I described how there was barely a functioning health service in north Wales and the mental health services had been completely hijacked by the sex trafficking gang, so there was no real mental health care at all. Undergrads who developed mental health problems nearly always returned to their families in order to avoid the horrors of Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd et al and the postgrads just suffered. One of Cliff Rankin’s postgrads seemed to be very obviously in a fairly advanced state of anorexia, with dangerously low body weight. None of the staff batted an eyelid, although all the other students were commenting on this young woman becoming obviously quite ill.

Tony Pitcher was cohabiting on Anglesey with a young woman who was working as his research assistant – I think that she had previously been a student of his. I was very friendly with one of Pitcher’s (male) PhD students who told me that Pitcher was a real nightmare, very nasty and the only way of surviving was to get on with your work and give him a wide berth or you’d find that your career was somehow ruined. Pitcher’s foibles led to an incident with one of his PhD students in about 1985 which was so embarrassing for UCNW that it was hushed up and very few people knew about it. I did because my friend was on the scene when it happened, although he wouldn’t tell me what particular sin of Pitcher’s precipitated it.

Tony Pitcher had an outstanding PhD student who was nearing completion when Pitcher did something very, very nasty to him, which my informant would not detail. The PhD student had been mistreated and pissed about by Pitcher from the day that he arrived – he had done his first degree in Glasgow University, so he didn’t know that Pitcher should be avoided as a supervisor. Whatever Pitcher did was absolutely the last straw for this student and he walked out of the lab and went to a pub in Bangor where he got very, very drunk. The PhD student then returned to the Zoology Dept armed with a broken bottle and held a terrified Pitcher hostage. My friend was on the scene and said that the sight of Pitcher believing that he was going to die at the hands of a furious, drunk Glaswegian was very entertaining, but for the sake of Pitcher’s physical safety, my friend spent an hour helping defuse the confrontation.

Everyone expected the PhD student to be thrown out of the University. He wasn’t. I was told that what Pitcher had done to him was so serious that UCNW couldn’t defend it and therefore agreed to forget about any action against the PhD student in return for no-one mentioning what Pitcher had been up to. When all this happened, the Principal/VC of UCNW was the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Professor Eric Sunderland and the Dean of Science was Dr Eifion Jones, Prof Richard Bentall’s then father-in-law (see post ‘Interesting Facts’), who was also a paedophiles’ friend.

The zoology PhD student went on to become one of the world’s best known cychlid fish experts and bagged his first Chair at a very young age. So imagine my surprise when I was working at Bangor more recently as a sociologist and I was told that there was much gnashing of teeth in Biological Sciences because Prof Fergus Lowe had head hunted a Professor of Zoology, paid him a great deal of money and created a job for the new Professor’s wife as well. Then someone told me the name of the head hunted Professor. It was that PhD student who had terrified the living daylights out of Tony Pitcher all those years ago.

The new Professor was then given the post of Director of Research for the whole University, which caused yet more bad feeling. No-one could understand why Fungus had gone to such lengths to curry favour with this particular academic. It might have been because he was one of the world’s leading fish behaviourists. Or, it might have been because Professor George F. Turner, when he was a PhD student, shared a house with some of my closest friends and knew what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophile gang – with whom Fungus was working in those days. George was still sharing that house when my friend Anne was killed. George’s house at 123 Caernarfon Road was second home to Anne and me, because of our friendship with George’s housemates and we used to stay over at 123 Caernarfon Road several nights a week. Anne was engaged to one of the students in George’s house.

Before George did his first degree in zoology, he began a degree in medicine at Glasgow University, but he withdrew because he couldn’t stand the Top Doctors. When Wood et al began ruining my chances of a place at medical school – that was before Dafydd offered me one at Liverpool in return for dropping my complaints about him, obviously – it was George who told me that I wouldn’t be missing anything, because medicine was a profession with the most appalling people at the helm…

Time to fess up George. When Fungus headhunted you, he knew that I was onto him and was desperately tying up all witnesses. OK, he did want good researchers as well, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you saw the opportunity and squeezed every penny that you could out of him.

Anne was not the only person that gang killed.

 

In the 1980s, the older lecturers of staff in the Zoology Dept were famed for their pomposity, incompetence and lack of effort and were collectively known as the Bow Tie Club, on the basis of their penchant for, naturally, bow ties and their regular appearance in the refectory at lunchtime, in a special cordoned off section provided with extras such as a white table cloths, decent cutlery etc. They had done their degrees at Oxbridge and Durham and had connections to influential people at institutions like the London Zoological Society. The governing body of the London Zoo was composed of society big wigs who were keeping the lid on Dafydd et al at a high level, including Sir Ronnie Waterhouse (see post ‘Heart of Darkness’). Members of the Bow Tie Club were mates with local Top Doctors. It was the zoology PhD students who told me that the Bow Tie Club were the King’s New Clothes, not actually up to very much as zoologists, but jealously guarding their territory, resources and jobs.

One member of staff of the Zoology Dept had his life wrecked by the Top Doctors himself, a snake venom specialist, Bill Hemmings. Bill’s family certainly knew a lot about venomous snakes, they have all had a lifetime on the receiving end of them. Bill developed bipolar disorder and ended up in the hands of Dafydd. He spent years literally rotting in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Bill’s wife was appalled at what was happening and desperately tried to extract Bill from Dafydd’s clutches. The response of Dafydd et al was to denounce her as being the cause of Bill’s problems and to ban her from visiting him. I first met Bill’s wife when she had experienced decades of this, but I didn’t know that. I remember her being very stressed and very hostile to Laingian theory. I later became friendly with her daughter and son-in-law and their family and they explained that at one point Dafydd had begun styling himself as the R.D. Laing of north Wales and that particular horrid spectacle had never left Bill’s wife.

The poison wasn’t just thrown at Bill’s wife, the whole family were subjected to a nasty whispering campaign by the paedophiles’ friends, particularly when Bill’s wife established a mental health research charity. Before she died Bill’s wife was awarded an MBE. She was too frail to go to the palace for the occasion, so she was presented with the medal by Lilibet’s representative in Gwynedd, the Lord Lieutenant, who was at the time paedophiles’ friends Huw Daniel. I was of the opinion that Gwyneth should have delivered a hard kick to Daniel’s carregs when she picked up that MBE, but her son-in-law told me that she restrained herself and accepted the MBE as recognition of the suffering that the whole family had experienced.

When he was older, Bill enjoyed a much better quality of life. After years of being written off by Dafydd et al, Bill went on a visit to Shrewsbury, where he experienced a manic episode in the town. He ended up in the hands of a Top Doctor who incredibly enough knew what she was doing and after a short while in her care, Bill’s condition stabilised. That was all that it took to turn Bill’s life around – someone who wasn’t just a total idiot running a sex trafficking gang.

Oh, when I first met Bill’s wife, D.G.E. Wood told me to have nothing to do with her on the grounds that her husband was ‘completely mad’ and had not recovered from a serious illness because his wife ignored the ‘expertise’ of Dafydd et al. You worthless twat Wood, I have now known Bill’s family for 20 yrs and I know exactly how gross the Top Doctors’ abuse of Bill and his family was.

Dafydd et al were clueless anyway, but in the light of Bill working in an institution which was facilitating the sex trafficking gang, I do wonder whether the severe neglect of Bill and the poison thrown at his family might have been for the routine reason ie. Bill discovering the extent of the wrongdoing.

Just before I left north Wales, I was on a bus when someone sat next to me who remembered me from years before as a UNCW student. He had worked as a junior technician in the Zoology Dept for a short while and we started chatting about old times. He told me that the nicest lecturer in Zoology had been Dr Hemmings…

There are still a few members of the Bow Tie Club alive, as are some of their wives. Perhaps they’d like to let us all know why they abandoned their colleague to Dafydd’s dungeon and showed no support at all for Bill.

 

 

BBC News Wales is telling us that Bangor University is opening its doors to train medical students. Hywel Williams, MP for Caernarfon and a former social work colleague of Dafydd’s, is delighted and has explained that GPs tend to practice in the area in which they studied, so this will be a solution to the lack of GPs in north Wales. Hywel knows as well as I do that GPs won’t work in north Wales because the region is still run by those who facilitated a paedophile gang some 20 yrs ago. D.G.E. Wood had been responsible for GP training in north Wales for decades. However Hywel also knows that there will be applications for places to study medicine at Bangor – the applications will be from the children of the paedophile gang who’s A level grades won’t be sufficient to get them into any other medical school. The paedophiles’ friends are Hywel’s bread and butter, so it is little wonder that he has greeted the news with pleasure. In 20 yrs time the health outcomes of people in north Wales will still be among the worst in Europe and no doubt one of Hywel’s children will be an MP and they’ll tell everyone that there is a problem with the NHS and it is a result of ‘cuts’.

 

Down at Westminster, the resignation of David Davies the Brexit Secretary looks as though it might bring down the Gov’t. I could well miss all the action because I’m going away for a few days to a place with no access to wifi or indeed even TV and radio. The ‘Today’ programme were excitedly discussing whether Theresa can survive. I don’t know why she even wants to, she presides over a Gov’t of backstabbing vacuous idiots who are knifing her after telling her that she was the best thing since sliced bread. ‘Leave it Theresa, they ain’t worf it’. Go to your favourite hotel, that one near Dolgellau and spend some time among normal people and hills and let them stew at Westminster. They’ll all ‘be ready to serve’ from the minute that you resign.

 

I keep being told that I should receive an apology for what happened to me. I would take it as an insult if I did. None of this was an accident. No-one accidentally missed a vicious sex trafficking gang as they targeted me and my friends for thirty years. Their crimes were recorded by and known to the security services and received the full backing of Gov’t. The harsh reality is that for decades the careers and pensions of a bunch of vile troughing old Top Docs and their allies were systematically considered to be more important than the lives of hundreds of young people. Get over it world. The British state did this, it did it deliberately and over a course of many, many years as an awful lot of people stood by and assisted or watched. It wasn’t long ago and far away, I was being threatened and harassed until the day that I left north Wales. No amount of Me Tooing or inquiries into organised abuse will bring back the dead. Live with what you have all done. If anyone really had one ounce of regret those bodies at Denbigh would be recovered. There is no sign of that happening.

 

 

 

The Bloody State We’re In

I continue to research the backgrounds of those colleagues of Rhodri Morgan’s whom he named approvingly in his biography.

Rhodri Morgan was of course unsuccessful in his first attempt at getting himself elected as the leader of the Welsh Labour Party in 1999 and thus as Wales’s first FM. Rhodri writes about this campaign in which he stood – unsuccessfully – against Alun Michael.

Rhodri’s campaign was given £2 k by Mike McCarthy of Rightacres Properties. Rhodri mentions that McCarthy’s solicitor was David Seligman, who was also Rhodri’s solicitor. David Seligman has been a big name in the Labour Party in south Wales for decades, he is one of the many who ‘couldn’t believe’ that George Thomas was a child molester, one of the many who couldn’t believe/didn’t know whilst being close friends with the people who bribed and threatened the victims of George Thomas into silence (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Rhodri also received, rather inexplicably, £100 for his campaign from Jilly Cooper. I wouldn’t have thought that a woman who keeps dogs with ridiculous names (satirised by ‘Private Eye’ as ‘my labrador Parker Bowles’) and who has made millions writing books about imaginary upper-class people having extra-marital sex whilst dressed in hunting gear would have much fellow feeling with Rhodri’s ambitions to be FM of Wales. Furthermore Jilly Cooper supports the Conservative Party. £100 isn’t a great deal of money for Jilly Cooper, but it’s still a bit odd that Rhodri Morgan ever even came to her attention.

I haven’t ever actually read any of Jilly Cooper’s books, not even that one that is on sale everywhere with the front cover featuring a picture of some jodhpur-clad buttocks being groped, but I’ve read about them. From what I understand, the only thing Welsh in Jilly’s writing is a character called Gareth Llewellyn, who is a ‘Welsh firebrand’. I expect that he has sex with someone posh, a la Mellors. Who could Jilly have possibly modelled that character on?

Rhodri based the north Wales branch of his leadership campaign in ‘the Labour house owned jointly by John Marek and the MEP for north Wales, Joe Wilson’. So Rhodri’s north Wales arm was situated at the heart of Paedophilia Central in Wrexham. In the midst of the Waterhouse Inquiry. Rhodri and his Mrs Julie didn’t think of popping over to Ewloe to have a word with Sir Ronnie Waterhouse then, even though Julie was a former social worker and Assistant Director of Barnardo’s and some of the Barnardo’s staff had been involved with the abuse of children in north Wales.

John Marek was the famously peculiar Labour MP, 1983-01 and AM for Wrexham, 1999-07, who ended up forming his own party consisting only of himself. Marek’s previous can be read in my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifliarious’. Marek was also associated with Forward Wales, a damp squib which evolved from a John Marek initiative. The other leading light in Forward Wales was Ron Davies – Ron joined up once he’d burnt his boats with the Labour Party after the business with Boogie on Clapham Common (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

Marek worked as hard as the rest of them not to know about the paedophile gang causing havoc in his constituency.

Joe Wilson was a Labour MEP for north Wales, 1989-99, and was Vice-Chair, Delegation for relations with Canada, 1992-1994. There is very little information available about Joe Wilson – other than that he was born in Birkenhead and is 80 years of age. So he could well be part of the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

During his campaign, Rhodri won the votes of UNISON and MSF. Two unions who faithfully provided free legal advice and protection for the paedophiles and their friends when they had been caught abusing their positions or indeed their patients/clients (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’). The corrupt reps of MSF used their knowledge of the criminal activity and misconduct at St George’s Hospital Medical School for their own gain, not to protect patients.

Rhodri had a cousin in Beddgelert, Nia, who was his hotline to north Wales. So Nia will know about the two Hergest patients who lived in Beddgelert, one who lived in squalor and chaos and who very obviously had been abandoned by the ‘services’. The local Church put considerable effort into trying to support him, but such were his difficulties that the havoc and disturbances to the peace of Beddgelert continued and he was eventually forced out of the village by vigilante action. Whilst Julie and Rhodri spouted crap about empowering service users.

The other patient who lived in Beddgelert killed himself by jumping in front of the train after walking out of the Hergest Unit. This man had been a professional football coach in his 20s and was friendly with a friend of mine. My friend watched the mental health services load this man up with anti-psychotics which left him incapable of doing anything other than sleeping for 18 hours a day. He kept telling my friend that the ‘medication’ had destroyed his life and that he couldn’t carry on like this. He made the mistake of expressing this view to the Angels so they gave him even more. The other thing that this man insisted on doing which really upset the Top Doctors and Angels was to tell people how when he was a teenager living in Birmingham he knew about a paedophile gang in the area who were targeting boys. Thus a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia was made.

Before he died, this man was hospitalised in the Hergest Unit at the same time as my friend. One morning my friend noticed that the man from Beddgelert was in a dreadful state, having just been forcibly dosed up to an even greater extent – he was frothing at the mouth and was in physical pain. He told my friend that he could not live like this any longer. A few hours later he was found dead on the railway track having been hit by a train. When an Angel broke the news of his death to my friend she told him that the trouble with the dead man was that ‘he just wanted to die really’. I wonder why.

There was a great deal of trouble after that young man died. He was a popular figure – the police were furious and neighbours were seething at what they maintained was the serious neglect of a very nice man. His family were distraught and gave an interview to the ‘Daily Post’. They did investigate the possibility of legal action against the North West Wales NHS Trust, but as ever they encountered problems when they tried to do this. A complaint to the GMC was made and a Hergest psychiatrist, a Dr Oberholzer, was I think reprimanded.

The deaths of Hergest patients continued and Oberholzer was also the subject of another serious complaint (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). He continued to practice.

 

Rhodri Morgan was beaten in the 1999 leadership campaign by Alun Michael. It was nearly universally agreed upon in Wales that Blair rigged the election because he was so desperate for Alun Michael to be installed as FM. I don’t know WHY Blair was desperate to see Michael as FM rather than Rhodri. Alun Michael was a paedophiles’ friend and Blair’s puppet, but Rhodri was just as much of a paedophiles’ friend. Rhodri was such a wally that he could hardly have led serious opposition to Blair’s New Labour regime in Westminster no matter how much he would have liked to.

 

Rhodri’s book mentions that during the first elections to the National Assembly in May 1999, Richard Edwards won for Labour in Preseli Pembrokeshire. So Edwards joined the many other paedophiles’ friends as the sun rose on a new dawn for Wales. It was Ron Davies who memorably said on TV after the ‘yes’ campaign won the devolution vote in Sept 1997, ‘Good morning – and it is a very good morning for Wales’. I quite agreed with Ron at the time because I was fed up with Wales being stuffed over by Westminster, but then I didn’t realise that the National Assembly was going to function as yet another home for the paedophiles’ friends.

So who do you want governing you Wales? A bunch of greedy spineless hypocritical paedophiles’ friends in the Senedd with their noses in the trough who have more money and goodies than the rest of you? Or a bunch of greedy spineless hypocritical paedophiles’ friends in Westminster with their noses in an even bigger trough who have even more money than the rest of you as well as even more money than the greedy spineless hypocrital paedophiles’ friends in the Senedd?

 

Richard Edwards was born in Llanelli. He was educated at Queen Elizabeth Grammar School, Carmarthen, the University of Swansea and the  University of Birmingham. Edwards is a member of the Institute of Chartered Secretaries and Administrators and a of dear old UNISON.

Richard Edwards was a Local Government Officer in Hounslow, 1979-81; Lecturer and Researcher, Institute of Local Gov’t Studies, 1981-85; a Freelance Political Researcher, 1985-87; Agent and Researcher to Alan Williams MP, 1987-95; Freelance Political Researcher and Lecturer, 1995-99. Before he was elected as an AM, Edwards was a Councillor on Carmarthen Town Council and was Mayor of Carmarthen,  1997-98. He stood down at the 2003 election.

No wonder Richard Edwards was snapped up as an AM. He grew up in west Wales whilst a paedophile gang operated there – a gang which had links to the gang in north Wales. He went to Swansea University, an institution run by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). After finishing his PhD, Edwards worked for Hounslow – which borders on Richmond-Upon-Thames, the location of another major paedophile gang which operated through the Council’s Social Services at the time (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…). After returning to west Wales, Edwards worked for Alan Williams – a longstanding paedophiles’ friend and in his later years a shameless toady to Blair (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

Edwards was a local Gov’t specialist, a Councillor and a Mayor in west Wales. He will have known about the organised abuse of children which had taken place – and continued to take place –  in every place in which Edwards had lived and worked and he probably knew that the gangs doing it were linked and involved Westminster and Whitehall figures.

Whilst in the Assembly, Edwards was Chair of the Local Government and Environment Committee, then the Environment, Planning and Transport Committee from March 2000.

So Richard, why were the teenaged twins June and Jennifer Gibbons from Pembrokeshire banged up in Broadmoor by the paedophiles’ friends after a few years during the 1970s and early 80s at the hands of the special education and child psychology services in west Wales when they did no more than commit petty crime and tell people that they were prostitutes? Can you also tell us anything about Jennifer’s death ‘from her medication’ days before she was due to be released from Broadmoor? And why did Marjorie Wallace never tell the truth about who had done what to those girls – or breathe a word about Jimmy Savile, until after he died when of course Marjorie told everyone that she knew how unsuitable he was to be running Broadmoor (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). The two patients who committed suicide after Savile abused them must have clean slipped Marjorie’s mind for all those years…

I have wondered for years which high profile friend of Marjorie’s bedfellow Lord Snowdon everybody feared that the Gibbons twins might name or even write about, what with those girls sending off manuscripts to publishers…

The Gibbons twins stopped writing after they’d been imprisoned in Broadmoor because their ‘medication’ for their ‘paranoid schizophrenia’ damaged their eyesight so severely. They did tell Marjorie about this, but a Top Doctor explained to Marj that the Gibbons girls were ‘using their knowledge of medication to manipulate her’.

I was an evil cow as well, Robert Bluglass was horrified to learn, during his cover-up of the criminality of Dafydd et al (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’), that I read psychiatry journals. I was a medical researcher with access to university libraries so it was hardly bloody surprising was it Bluglass. One thing that I did find out from my subversive academic reading was some of the influential names of those in Bluglass’s network which went back as far as his student days at St Andrews.

OOH wicked bitch – and I’d discovered that Dafydd was involved in serious crime to boot…

Richard Edwards will also have known that other longstanding paedophiles’ friend, Nia Griffith, MP for Llanelli (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’).

I don’t know why Edwards stood down in 2003, but it might have been because he had not been a good enough friend to the paedophiles – he was replaced by Tamsin Dunwoody, who excelled as a paedophiles’ friend and also had the advantage of coming from a whole dynasty of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

Someone else mentioned in Rhodri’s book was Christine Gwyther. Gwyther was AM for Carmarthenshire West and South Pembrokeshire, 1999-07. Gwyther achieved notoriety whilst she was the Agriculture Minister under FM Alun Michael. The farmers of Wales – who are nearly all livestock farmers, it being rather difficult to do the arable bit on the slopes of mountains with high rainfall  – did not feel that Christine had their interests at heart when it was discovered that Gwyther was a vegetarian. I can imagine circumstances in which a veggie could fight for Wales’s farmers but it was noticeable that neither Christine Gwyther or Alun Michael managed to win the farmers over.

The farmers have got paedophiles’ friend Lesley Griffiths on their side now. In her role as Agriculture Minister Lesley gave them all a bollocking recently and told them that they didn’t know how to run their own businesses. As a former medical secretary in one of the most dangerous hospitals in Wales – Wrexham Maelor – who spent years in this capacity as well as in her capacity as a Wrexham Councillor ignoring the paedophile gang on her doorstep (see post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’), Lesley is obviously just the person to tell other people that they are not showing enough ‘entrepreneurship’. Unlike John Allen who in 1968 invested in an old building near Wrexham and filled it with youngsters who were in local authority care whilst charging local authorities a great deal of money. The youngsters were then battered and abused by staff and visitors and in their mid-teens were trafficked to gay brothels owned by Allen in London and Brighton. John Allen became a millionaire. If only the hill farmers would show that sort of initiative.

Christine came from west Wales and before she became an AM, she was a Pembrokeshire County Council Development Officer. So like Richard Edwards, Christine Gwyther will know about the paedophiles of west Wales and the rationale behind the destruction of the Gibbons twins. Gwyther will also be able to give us all the lowdown on the corruption in Pembrokeshire County Council, the huge quantities of money and perks enjoyed by the Chief Executive and the subsequent police investigation which did not result in any prosecutions. But then a leading light in Pembrokeshire County Council had for many years sat on the Police Authority (see post ‘ A Major Coup – Or A Complete Disaster?’).

Gwyther was one of two candidates to be nominated for the 2012 election for the Police and Crime Commissioner for the Dyfed Powys Police Region, but mercifully was unsuccessful.

 

Richard Edwards and Christine Gwyther might also like to tell everyone how Keith Thomson managed to get himself appointed as Chief Executive of the NHS Trust which served west Wales after he resigned as CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust in 2005, following my lawyer summoning Keith before the High Court in Cardiff where he was told to hand over all my medical records – which he was unlawfully witholding – or face a possible prison sentence for contempt of court (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

After a series of NHS disasters in west Wales, Keith resigned again. Except that he quietly stayed on as an ‘advisor’ to the Board. This was a man, who whilst he was CEO in the NW Wales NHS Trust, presided over a regime which boasted the second highest suicide rate among female patients of any region of England and Wales and who also saw a number of his own staff commit suicide. Then there was Keith’s purchase of a Trust dinner set, made of the finest china and embossed with the Trust’s logo, to be used by members of the Trust Board only – a snip at over £12k. Meanwhile a young epileptic patient ended up in a persistent vegetative state after being admitted to Ysbyty Gwynedd on a Bank Holiday when there were no senior doctors on call and no-one knew how to treat her – she was given the wrong medication. Thomson had refused to waste money employing senior doctors on call at weekends and Bank Holidays. Whilst this happened, the Trust notepaper upon which Thomson wrote insulting letters to me and other patients with serious complaints branding us ‘vexatious complainants’ and announcing that he would not reply to any more of our correspondence, carried the ‘Positive About Disabled People’ logo. Yes, Mr Thomson was so positive about disabled people that he created them. There wasn’t just the epileptic girl, there was also the Hergest patient who had a leg amputated after contracting a hospital acquired infection – no-one had warned him that the ward was infected, he was a self-harmer with open wounds and whoops, bang went that leg of his…

I am still waiting for a clue as to why this madman was ever given the job as CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust in the first place, yet alone allowed to remain there and then be smuggled off down to run the NHS in west Wales after he nearly ended up in prison. I suspect that the words ‘Dafydd and the paedophiles’ will be relevant to the explanation.

Perhaps paedophiles’ friend Jane Hutt would like to explain – Hutt was Health Minister whilst Thomson maimed and killed patients in north west Wales. Dr Brian Gibbons could follow up by telling us why Thomson was then given the opportunity to wreak further death and destruction in west Wales  – he was Health Minister when Thomson sneaked off down there. By the time that happened, I had written to Gibbons telling him that I had evidence of criminal activity in the North West Wales NHS Trust. Gibbons wrote back to tell me that this correspondence was now at an end.

You revolting stupid old git Gibbons, they were running a crime syndicate and people died because of it.

 

Here’s another name who was in the know – Margaret McDonagh. She was the General Secretary of the Labour Party, 1998-2001, whilst Blair, Alun Michael and Rhodri et al kept the lid on the assaults, crimes and deaths that continued throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry which was of course happening alongside the stupidities of Jane Hutt, Christine Gwythor, Richard Edwards et al.

McDonagh was part of the New Labour leadership inner-circle for the 1997 General Election campaign and was one of the inner-core deciding the official party position on specific issues, including perhaps the NHS policy of ‘frame the witnesses to the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles and have them banged up’. Or even the killing in a hit and run of another witness whilst Blair was getting ready to be PM.

I knew that young man Maggie and the accessories to the crime as named and detailed previously…

When in 1998, McDonagh became General Secretary of the Labour Party, she had served as Deputy General Secretary for the previous year. She was not always popular with the grassroots and parts of the PLP due to her perceived ‘control-freakery’. Her ‘organisational skills’ came to the fore in the delivery of a second landslide victory at the 2001 General Election. McDonagh was criticised for accepting, without consultation, a £100,000 donation from the ‘Daily Express’ and porn publisher Richard Desmond.

 

I remember Blair being interviewed by Paxman about that. Paxo recited a list of Dirty Des’s titles – things like ‘Asian Babes’, ‘Big Ones’ etc – and asked Blair if he knew what was in those magazines. Blair winced and said ‘no I don’t’. Do you mean Blair that you have never even had a quick flick through the naughty books – particularly as some of those starring were coerced into it whilst they were kids in care and the people forcing them into the porn trade were protected by the colleagues and mates of your wife?

I don’t mind if folk like Ben Dover and his wife Linzi want to star in such material, they were consenting adults and made a good living at it. The victims of Dafydd and John Allen weren’t and didn’t. Lady Patricia Scotland was never paid a fortune to aggressively cross-examine Ben Dover and Linzi and call them lying criminals – but she did do that to those who had been brutalised and forced into crime by Dafydd and the paedophiles. And you Blair gave her a peerage and put her in the Lord Chancellor’s Dept as a reward and then Gordon appointed her Attorney General.

Dirty Des also has his Television X channel – one of the offerings on Television X is entitled ‘Fill That Crack’.

 

Another porn baron who goes under the umbrella of being a ‘businessman’ is David Sullivan. Sullivan spent the first ten years of his life in Cardiff – his dad was in the RAF. Sullivan hit the big time as a pornographer in the 1970s, making a great deal of money from porn mags and movies. I have always wondered whether there was a dreadful side to Sullivan’s empire that has been as well-concealed as what was happening in north Wales at that time. Sullivan’s girlfriend was porn star Mary Millington. Mary was found dead in Aug 1979.

After Mary’s death, Sullivan, ever the sensitive soul, continued to make money from his products starring Mary, ie. ‘Mary Millington’s True Blue Confessions’ (1980) and ‘Emmanuelle in Soho’ (1981).

In 1982 Sullivan was convicted of living off immoral earnings and after a successful appeal was released after serving 71 days in prison. Sullivan explained that he did not feel embarrassed about the initial source of his early fortunes. ‘I’ve made a lot of people happy’ he said. ‘If I was an arms manufacturer or a cigarette manufacturer, and my products killed millions of my clients, I’d have a bit of doubt about the whole thing. I was a freedom fighter. I believe in the right of adults to make their own decisions.’

But Sullivan – Mary was dead. And whilst some of your stars and clients were adults making their own decisions, some of them were kids in care who’d been snared by Dafydd and his gang and absolutely no-one would help them at all, no matter how much evidence they had, no matter how many witnesses there were and no matter how many of the victims and witnesses were found dead.

Sullivan owned Birmingham City and West Ham Football Clubs.

Sullivan’s investment company, Conegate, owns property in London including Russell & Bromley’s flagship shopbuildings in Oxford Street.

Sullivan has been a Patron of Prostate Cancer UK for over 15 years. He is an active supporter of the Teenage Cancer Trust along with several other charities nationwide. Sullivan celebrated West Ham’s promotion to the Premier League in May 2012 by donating a five figure sum to a charity for children with autism.

Bechod!

As well as being a porn star, Mary Millington worked as a call girl and in Sullivan’s sex shop in Norbury. She then opened her own shop in Tooting. The shop was raided by the police on numerous occasions and Mary claimed the police threatened her and forced her to pay protection money. In the past she had publicly criticised police raids on sex shops and published the addresses and telephone numbers of Scotland Yard, the DPP and MPs in her magazines. Was Mary perhaps sick of the hypocrisy of these people and did she know rather more about them than was made public?

The accounts of Mary’s final years could have been written by Dafydd. She had always been prone to ‘neurosis and depression’, which was ‘exacerbated by her cocaine habit’. Her mother’s death in 1976 also ‘affected her deeply and her behaviour became unpredictable’, which led to her breaking up with Sullivan.

Mary encountered serious problems following the police raids on her shop. A few months prior to her death, she had received a large tax bill which she was unable to pay. Her ‘kleptomania’ became more pronounced in the last year of her life, with arrests for shoplifting in June 1979 and again for stealing a necklace the day before her death.

Millington committed suicide at the age of 33, by taking an overdose of the tricyclic antidepressant anafranil, along with paracetamol and alcohol, at her home in Surrey. Her husband found her dead in her bed on 19 Aug 1979. She left four suicide notes which were found near her body. In one of them she had written, ‘The police have framed me yet again. They frighten me so much. I can’t face the thought of prison… The Nazi tax man has finished me as well’. In another note, to her solicitor Michael Kaye, Millington wrote ‘the police have killed me with their threats…the police have made my life a misery with frame ups. The tax man has hounded me so much- I will be made bankrupt, he mustn’t get anything of his £200,000 demands. He is a religious maniac’. In another note, to David Sullivan, she wrote: ‘please print in your magazines how much I want porn to be legalised, but the police have beaten me.’

Mary Millington might as well have been living in Bethesda…

The anti-depressant which killed Mary was dispensed to suicidal patients in north Wales. Tricylic anti-depressants are toxic in overdose and you don’t have to take many of them to kill you. So Dafydd and Tony Francis (Dr X) ensured that suicidal patients were given plenty of them but no other meaningful help. The patients were then harassed, threatened, assaulted, framed by the police, made homeless etc. All Dafydd and Francis had to do was to stand back and wait for the inevitable. As Tony Francis wrote on my records as he also busied himself trying to have me locked up on the basis of his perjury- along with the MDU, Hempsons, the BMA and the Welsh Office – ‘this case can only end in tragedy’.

All together now, to quote Brown – ‘it has – for them’.

Dafydd and David Sullivan are still alive and very rich.

There was no evidence found of a criminal conspiracy to conceal widespread sexual abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales. The people who maintained that they were abused could not be believed because they had criminal convictions, drug problems and were mental health patients.

People who knew Mary Millington spoke of what a nice person she was. Just like Jane the porn star who lived in Bethesda and who died of breast cancer during the Waterhouse Inquiry, when the Top Docs were managing to save the lives of so many other women with the same condition.

One of Mary’s films was called ‘Oh, Nurse!’.

Mary Millington starred in the film the Great Rock N Roll Swindle along with the Sex Pistols. Readers of my vintage will remember Sid Vicious killing himself after murdering his girlfriend Nancy Spungeon. Or at least that’s what it was presumed happened. Sid and Nancy both had mental health problems as well as serious drug habits and there seems to have been a great deal of confusion about who did what when. A number of people at the time blamed Malcolm McClaren for the disaster. It was alleged that McClaren was fully aware that he had two unhappy volatile young people on his hands and everything that McClaren did aggravated the situation. McClaren himself freely admitted that the bad publicity surrounding the Sex Pistols and the violence at their gigs did wonders for the marketing and profits. McClaren remained remarkably unconcerned even after Sid and Nancy’s deaths.

McClaren is dead but his partner Dame Viv is still with us. Dame Viv is interested in Saving the Planet and Poor People but Dame Viv is not the sharpest knife in the drawer so doesn’t sound very convincing when she discusses such matters. ‘Private Eye’ have run a number of articles detailing Dame Viv’s tax dodges and her exploitation of unpaid interns.

Malcolm and Dame Viv’s son used to boast of being a pornographer, but latterly he’s repackaged his activities as something more arty.

Sid, Nancy and Mary Millington might not be with us any more, but one person who knew much of what was going on around them before they died was Stuart Goddard aka Adam Ant. Adam Ant hasn’t done as well out of it all as Dame Viv. In fact poor old Adam Ant developed serious mental health problems, was arrested and prosecuted and ended up in the hands of the Top Doctors in a secure unit. Adam found the whole process very distressing, alleged that false allegations had been made about him and tried to tell John Humphrys on the ‘Today’ programme about what had happened to him in the secure unit. When Adam began a sentence with ‘no-one would believe what happens in those places, just let me tell you…’, John Humphrys silenced him.

John – invite Adam/Stuart back on and let him tell us WHAT was going on. Those places do not ‘help’ people, they are run by Top Doctors who are complicit with serious crime and part of the rationale for banging people up in secure units is to ensure that people like you will dismiss anything that they say.

My suspicions that someone wanted to silence Stuart Goddard were reinforced when I read that a Top Doctor involved in Stuart’s ‘care’ had obtained legal powers over him to stop him embarking on a tour or indeed even talking to the media. This was because Stuart didn’t know his own mind and should he be allowed to mouth off to the media he would become so distressed that he would be at risk of suicide. Stuart Goddard has not appeared in the media since.

Now then, now then, guys and gals, let’s just sort this out then, let your Uncle Jimmy who is friends with the Royals and Thatcher, corrupt police officers, corrupt lawyers, Top Doctors and God knows who else just fix it for everyone…

Stuart’s friends were so horrified at what passed for NHS care that they got him into a private unit. That unit will still have been run by crooks, but the physical environment will have been more pleasant.

 

 

Mary Millington died young and in despair, but another colleague of David Sullivan’s did very well out of her association with him – Baroness Karen Brady, Cameron’s Ambassador for Small Businesses, role model to women everywhere, all round superstar and game show host who raises one eyebrow. Karen began her career with Saatchi & Saatchi and progressed to selling advertising in Sullivan’s publications. Karen, being one who breaks glass ceilings, is known as the First Lady of Football.

In 2008, David Sullivan and Karen Brady were arrested by the City of London Police, interviewed and released on bail as part of an investigation into corruption in English football. Karen’s male business partners were furious that Karen had been arrested – according to them it was sexism wot was behind it, the police couldn’t bear to see a successful woman…

Karen is Patron of the Life After Stroke Awards and an Ambassador for Well Being for Women. She has also been Cosmopolitan’s Woman of the Year, was named in the category of Woman Who Has Changed The World, was awarded Britain’s Most Inspirational Women by the Breakthrough for Breast Cancer Inspiration Awards and has attended The Queen’s lunch for Women Achievers and Business Leaders.

What would we do without you to show us the way Karen?

I’d love to know who wanted Mary Millington dead.

Karen is a Conservative and now that she is in the Lords she is thinking of a career in politics. She has already hobnobbed with George Osborne and Cameron.

Karen’s buddy on the gameshow on which she raises one eyebrow is dear old Lord Alan Sugar. Lord Alan gave a great deal of money to the Labour Party and Gordon gave him a peerage. A few years later Lord Alan left the Labour Party. Alan is of course a business champion and an entrepreneur. I do not know whether, like Karen, Alan built his success on a porn business which killed the person who underpinned its success, but I do know that when Lord Sugar has tried to run real businesses, those businesses have gone tits up. What Lord Sugar is very good at is things like property speculation and various other methods of accumulating money which aren’t actually predicated on running a business – and of course at blagging away in a Cockney accent, being filmed getting in and out of expensive cars and walking into shiny skyscrapers, telling people why he doesn’t like them and pointing at people whilst saying ‘you’re fired’.

Why does the UK have so many more problems building a successful business culture than many other countries? Probably because we’ve encouraged a whole generation to view Karen Brady and Alan Sugar as ‘role models’.

 

To return to the lady who took a donation from a pornographer to swell the Labour Party’s coffers. After stepping down from the position of General Secretary following the 2001 General Election, Margaret McDonagh undertook a Harvard University business course and became General Manager of Express Newspapers, which I presume were still owned by Dirty Des.

Margaret is Chair of the Standard Life Charitable Trust. She has been a non-executive director of Standard Life, TBI plc and CareCapital Group plc. 

CareCapital plc describes itself as ‘an investor in and developer of healthcare property in the UK and Germany. It develops healthcare properties, and then lets them to tenants on long term leases providing a cost effective solution to practitioners that is uniquely tailored to their needs. In so doing it captures both the development profit and the long term revenue stream deriving from leasing what then becomes an investment property. CareCapital buys completed properties occasionally in circumstances where there are development opportunities but its main focus is development and then investment. The group’s properties are primarily health centres let to GP practices, dental surgeries, and pharmacies. Most of these properties are intended for the broad NHS sector. In Germany the group has created multi-occupancy neighbourhood clinics providing a variety of care facilities. The group is also seeking opportunities to develop intermediate care facilities, such as community hospitals, within the primary care sector’.

Which sounds suspiciously like a con.

In 2004, McDonagh was given a peerage.

In 2013 McDonagh was appointed Chair of the Smart Meter Central Delivery Body, which then became Smart Energy GB, ‘an independent organisation that aims to inform consumers about smart meters and their national rollout across Great Britain’.

No, I wouldn’t buy a used car from Margaret either.

 

Margaret’s sister is Siobhain McDonagh, MP for Mitcham and Morden – she and Margaret share a house together in Siobhain’s constituency. If readers are marvelling at how filthy Margaret’s hands are, just take in a few facts about Siobhain:

Siobhain (and Margaret) live in Colliers Wood, just down the road from the Sodom and Gomorrah which is St George’s Hospital Medical School. St George’s covers their patch. Siobhain has lived in the area for a long time and lived there whilst I worked at St George’s, 1989-91 and witnessed their collusion with serious crime (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Siobhain was a clerical officer for the DHSS, 1981–83, a receptionist at the Wandworth Homeless Persons Unit, 1984–86 and a housing adviser from 1986–88. Prior to being elected to Parliament she worked as a Development Manager for Battersea Churches Housing Trust, 1988–97. She served as a councillor on the London Borough of Merton for Colliers Wood, 1982-98, chairing the Housing Committee, 1990-95.

Whilst Siobhan was working for Wandsworth, Wandsworth Social Services – in collaboration with St George’s Academic Dept of Psychiatry and the associated mental health unit Springfield Hospital – were colluding with child abuse, the abuse of mental health patients and with serious drug offences (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were directly involved in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles – although they knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients. Wandsworth had direct contact with Lucille Hughes – Dafydd’s mistress and Director of Gwynedd Social Services – who was facilitating the paedophile gang.

St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were not only concealing child abuse in north Wales. They were concealing an organised gang in south London as well, one member of which was their Professor of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Oliver was a big player in a pan-European paedophile ring and was imprisoned for the possession of child porn in 1986 – whilst Siobhain was sitting on the local Council. The Director of Education for Wandsworth, Donald Naismith, was also named as being an active participant in a paedophile gang (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends… ‘).

Siobhain will have definitely have known about all this. There were high profile police raids, arrests and convictions and as an insider, Siobhain will have known damn well that only a few of the guilty were prosecuted. Not only were many people left to conduct business as before, but St George’s, Springfield and Wandsworth Council were heaving with their colleagues and mates who had covered up for everyone who hadn’t been charged.

Siobhan’s fellow Merton Councillor at the time, Theresa May, will have known as much as Siobhain about the cesspool.

 

I am a bit baffled by the McDonaghs living in Colliers Wood. Of course it may have changed since I lived nearby, but I remember Collier’s Wood very well. Partly because there was a truly lovely, good-humoured GP who was based there, who I think must have been the only Top Doc in the area who gave a stuff about his patients. Then I ventured into Colliers Wood myself when I was looking for somewhere to live after responding to an advert and it really blew even my mind in terms of socio-economic disadvantage. Collier’s Wood was not a place where St George’s staff would ever choose to live. I spent about an hour chatting to the man who had advertised the ‘shared house’ – not because I had any intention of living there, but because I wanted to find out what was going on.

The man who placed the advert was a man who was probably in his late 20s. The house was a very run down – to the extent of having a number of missing windows – but sizeable house, but was virtually uninhabitable. The young man was entertaining a number of girls of about 12-14 yrs old there. The girls were charging around the house yelling and screaming and when the noise became too much, the young man would stick his head through the door and try and yell louder than them and tell them to shut up. It transpired that the girls had ‘run away from home’ and the young man explained to me that he ‘looked after them’. Then there were the drugs being openly consumed…

I was gobsmacked by the scene, I had never encountered anything like it. I did my ‘News Of The World’ reporter bit and made my excuses and left. I presumed that the kindly GP whom I had encountered in my work at St George’s was the only GP saintly enough to remain in Collier’s Wood – there didn’t seem to be any others and he worked in a one-doctor practice.

The next day I told my colleagues at St George’s of the extraordinary arrangement that I had witnessed. None of them gave a stuff and cheerily told me that ‘no-one’ lived in Colliers Wood.

A friendly but odd adult man living in a half derelict house with a group of 12 year old runaway girls and feeding them recreational chemicals? Why on earth would the Top Docs at the ‘leading London medical school’ next door ever concern themselves with that? That’s the leading medical school with it’s world class Academic Dept of Psychiatry specialising in young people’s problems.

Would you happen to remember the domestic set-up that I inadvertently stumbled upon Siobhain and Margaret?

 

Siobhain is now Patron of Leap Forward Employment  – a community interest company that finds work for adults with mental health issues.

Should Jeremy Corbyn become PM, surely Siobhain will be a dead cert for the job as Secretary of State for Health.

 

After Margaret McDonagh accepted Dirty Des’s dosh, the Labour Party tried to distance themselves and collectively indulged in I Know Nuzzing…. It was stressed by the next General Secretary that even Lord Levy didn’t know that the Party had accepted filthy lucre from a porn baron. Lord Levy is best remembered for having been arrested as part of the Cash for Honours police investigation, so poor old Des must have felt rejected. Whom did Blair appoint as the next General Secretary in Sept 2001 in order to pick up the pieces of Labour’s shattered reputation? A man called David Triesman.

 

David Triesman was educated at Stationers’ Company School, London; the University of Essex – as was Siobhain McDonagh – and King’s College, Cambridge.

Triesman worked as a Research Officer in Addiction at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1970-74. So Triesman worked at that farcical centre of ‘expertise in addiction’ that was based on laughable research and was run by people who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and many others. When Triesman worked at the Institute of Psychiatry, it was still part of the Maudsley. Dafydd’s many protectors were working there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and his mate Bob Hobson was still there as well, having not yet relocated to Manchester (see post ‘The Mentor’). Tony Francis passed through the Institute of Psychiatry at some point during the early-mid 1970s and Triesman may well have been working there whilst Francis was. Triesman undoubtedly will have been very well-acquainted with Dafydd’s network in south London.

Blair most definitely did not make these appointments of paedophiles’ friends accidentally.

Triesman was then a Senior Lecturer at the Polytechnic of South Bank, 1975-84. It was during those years that some of those involved in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal studied at the South Bank Poly. Triesman was Deputy General Secretary, National Association of Teachers in Further and Higher Education 1984-93; General Secretary, Association of University Teachers, 1993-2001.

By the time that Triesman was leading unions representing lecturers in FE and HE, not only were the problems that colleges and universities were having dealing with the abuse and horror of what their social work students were witnessing on placement well-known, but a number of lecturing staff were colluding with the abuse of clients by removing or bullying students who were raising concerns. Triesman was Gen Sec of the AUT whilst Blair launched his ‘widening participation’ policy without consulting any of the sociologists who knew about the subject and who could have told Blair how to implement it in a way which would have resulted in the policy working. Triesman will have known that the universities were buckling under the strain of a marketized mass HE system without the infrastructure needed and he will also have known of the sheer number of troubled students with quite serious mental health problems who had been coerced into ‘going on a course’ by mental health professionals who could then tick a box marked ‘recovered, in education or employment’. That box remained ticked even if the students could not cope, developed even greater problems and then withdrew from their course feeling very bad about themselves. Meanwhile university lecturers struggled to support distressed students with personal difficulties and very little money, who had been completely abandoned by the statutory services.

I did part of my PhD on this subject and I witnessed the mess on the ground whilst Blair, Bill Rammell and other grinning wallies reassured the general public that ‘Education, Education, Education’ was an unmitigated success and that the nation’s universities were full of shiny, happy students from disadvantaged backgrounds who were embarking upon careers as barristers or merchant bankers. Lord Adonis – one of the architects of Blair’s HE policy – is now U turning like there is no tomorrow, as the results of Blair’s badly thought out nonsense have come home to roost. Nonsense which was only ever designed to pull the wool over the eyes of the nation and disguise the lack of real opportunities for many young people and the gross failures of the welfare services.

Triesman was a member of the Communist Party before he joined Labour. He is a member of the Reform Club.

 

After the 1997 General Election Rhodri and Julie Morgan lunched with Chris Blackhurst of the Indie. Blackhurst moved on to become Editor of the Indie, 2011-13. Since 2013 Blackhurst has been Group Content Director of the four titles overseen by Evgeny Lebedev – so Blackhurst now works for the same man as George Osborne. Chris Blackhurst is a law graduate who studied at Trinity Hall, Cambridge. During the 1990s he worked for the ‘Sunday Express’, The Indie on Sunday and was also the Westminster correspondent for the Indie, which was probably how he ended up having lunch with Rhodri and Julie. So Chris Blackhurst will know the enormity of the crimes that Rhodri and Julie were concealing whilst he noshed with them. Blackhurst seems to be a Conservative and supports various initiatives that are close to the Tories hearts, such as grammar schools. But he still never published anything about all those paedophiles’ friends whom Blair appointed to high office.

Rhodri states in his autobiography that the Parliamentary lobby correspondent Michael White of ‘The Guardian’ was ‘more interested’ in Wales than other journos. Michael White also wrote a regular column for Health Service Journal, 1977-17. White, when discussing media self-censorship in March 2011, said, ‘I have always sensed liberal, middle class ill-ease in going after stories about immigration, legal or otherwise, about welfare fraud or the less attractive tribal habits of the working class, which is more easily ignored altogether…’ 

So Michael, what kept you from publishing the best scoop that ‘The Guardian’ would ever have had – a scoop which involved sex, prostitution, drugs and murder among the ‘tribal’ ‘working classes’ as part of the biggest welfare fraud that could be imagined? Or did you keep quiet because the beneficiaries of the welfare fraud were the affluent middle classes who were the readers of Health Service Journal?

There is a nice photo of Michael White on his wiki entry, of White ‘Chairing a session for the Health Hotel in 2009’. My first response to the photo was ‘what the hell is the Health Hotel?’, my second was to notice that Michael White looks just like Elfed Roberts, the former Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust, who had me arrested for having pink hair and calling his car a penismobile (see post ‘And Now – It’s The Gallery…’).

 

 

Another person who gets a mention in Rhodri’s book is the paedophiles’ friends’ associate Rhodri Williams. Rhodri Williams is a former AM, who resigned from the Welsh Gov’t after entering a pub smoking a fag, after the Welsh Gov’t had outlawed smoking in such places. Rhodri’s faux pas caused an impressive row and I always thought that the reaction to his lit cigarette was out of all proportion to the crime committed. The Senedd was choc full of people who had assisted a gang of paedophiles and the extermination of psychiatric patients yet WW III broke out over someone forgetting a newly passed bit of health and safety legislation. In the way that I have always wondered why the BBC hung Frank Bough and his beige cardigan out to dry over the parties with the call girls and coke, yet continued to embrace Jimmy Savile and his funny little ways,  I have always wondered what the real reason was for Rhodri Williams being ousted.

Sadly I cannot draw any conclusions at the moment – virtually every reference to Rhodri Williams has disappeared from the internet, as have references to other people who have been at the centre of the shenanigans detailed on this blog. I can remember that Rhodri was a Plaid AM and that he was something in the Welsh Language Board whilst dear old Meri Huws was involved with that organisation. I seem to remember that he also had links to I think the Methodist Church. I do know that Rhodri is at present Director of Ofcom in Wales…

There is however another Rhodri Williams who is advertising his services online who is of as much interest to me as the people mentioned in Rhodri’s Morgan’s autobiography. That is Rhodri Williams QC of Henderson Chambers, Temple, London.

Rhodri Williams QC specialises in European Union law and local government and administrative law. He is recommended in the areas of local government law (Chambers & Partners), public procurement (Chambers UK) and public and administrative law (Legal 500).

Rhodri specialises in the law of the internal market as it affects the public sector, and, in particular, the EU public procurement regime, but also deals with a wide range of local government issues, including judicial review of post office closures, school re-organisation plans and school transport decisions. He deals with cases involving both local and regional government, including advising the Welsh Assembly Government and other Government Departments and local authorities, in England, Wales and in Northern Ireland. In 2000, he was appointed to the Attorney General’s list of approved Counsel and to the list of the Counsel General to the National Assembly for Wales and has represented the United Kingdom Government on several occasions before the Court of Justice of the European Union in Luxemburg. He was called to the Bar in Northern Ireland in 2009.

So Mr Williams, on what tricky matters have you been advising the Welsh Gov’t? Anything related to the legacy of a vicious paedophile ring which has left huge swathes of the Assembly and Wales’s public sector compromised and in a permanent state of terror that a survivor of the carnage in north Wales might one day pop up with the evidence of the serious crime which Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Lady Justice Julia Macur maintained did not exist?

For God’s sake, just get into your thick skulls that there are so many skeletons in so many cupboards after decades of Dafydd and Lucille, that you were never going to be able to keep it quiet for ever.

 

Now begin the excavations at the North Wales Hospital and fess up.

 

The WLGA (Welsh Local Gov’t Association) is an organisation whose members robustly asserted for years that there was no serious problem with organised child abuse either in north Wales or elsewhere (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’). The signature of a leading light of the WLGA can be seen on every lame strategy document which has heralded a plan to ‘turn the services around’ – following yet another disaster resulting in a high profile scandal – alongside the signatures of other leading paedophiles’ friends.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography informs us that the WLGA caused considerable problems for the Welsh Gov’t – even the Gov’t led by the paedophiles’ friend which was Rhodri – because the WLGA took the view that they were the real Gov’t of Wales and instructed the Welsh Gov’t. Tom Middlehurst was Chairman of the WLGA, 1997-99 – whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took evidence.

Middlehurst was leader of Flintshire County Council, 1995-99. Flintshire County Council was been created after Clwyd County Council had been dissolved to ensure that no-one could sue in the aftermath of the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Tom had worked for Clwyd County Council since 1971. Flintshire County Council had as many of Dafydd’s mates sitting on it as did Gwynedd County Council – Dafydd’s mates on Gwynedd County Council supported Plaid, whilst the paedophiles’ friends of Flintshire County Council supported Labour. All of them had kept quiet whilst Dafydd supplied children to Thatcher’s Ministers – and others – for sex.

Tom Middlehurst was the saviour of the paedophiles’ folly which was Theatre Clwyd (see post ‘Workers Play Time’) and became the Labour AM for Alyn and Deeside (see post ‘1999-03’).

 

In a nice bit of recycling, John Jevons, who had presided over the horrors in Clwyd as Director of Social Services (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’), was welcomed with open arms by Julie Morgan, Sue Essex et al on Cardiff City Council as Director of Social Services for Cardiff after the shit bomb exploded in Clwyd in the summer of 1996. Upon John Jevons’s arrival in Cardiff, a major police investigation was launched into sexual abuse at the by then closed Taff Vale children’s home (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

Richard Card, a regular correspondent to this blog, recently reminded me to take an interest in the University of Buckingham. Richard has knowledge of some very questionable researchers and theorists associated with the University of Buckingham who I am currently following up.
 Max Beloff played a key role in the founding of the University of Buckingham. Max Beloff gave a glowing endorsement to a book written by Ioan Bowen Rees, who was considered to be one of Europe’s leading authorities on local gov’t. Which is staggering really, because Ioan Bowen Rees was the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council for years and before that was County Secretary – whilst Dafydd and Lucille Hughes (Ioan’s Director of Social Services) ran a paedophile ring via the children’s homes in Gwynedd.  Prior to running Gwynedd, Ioan was County Secretary for Dyfed County Council – whilst a paedophile operated on his territory. Ioan undoubtedly knew something about the organised abuse and trafficking of children in care. Furthermore, Ioan knew how terrible the ‘services’ provided by his Council were – because he used to live in the same village as me and could hardly have missed some of the near destitute people in the village who were being grossly neglected by Ioan’s Social Services (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).
Max’s son Michael Beloff QC reared his head in 1996, after the compilation of the Jillings Report, following a major investigation into the abuse of children in care in Clwyd. No-one ever read the Jillings Report in full apart from the Council’s insurers and legal advisors. The Report was heavily redacted anyway and on the orders of the insurers was then pulped. The legal advisor for Clwyd’s insurers, Municipal Mutual, had advised Clwyd that if the Jillings Report was made available, Municipal Mutual would withdraw the Council’s cover and the Councillors would be personally liable for damages (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). That legal advisor was Michael Beloff QC.

Michael’s dad Max Beloff was an historian and Conservative peer. From 1974 to 1979, Beloff was Principal of the University College of Buckingham – now the University of Buckingham.

Beloff was born in Islington, was educated at St Paul’s School and then went to Corpus Christi College, Oxford. In 1957 Beloff was appointed Professor of Government and Public Administration at the University of Oxford.

Beloff was a member of the Liberal Party until 1972 but joined the Conservative Party in 1979 after being attracted by the style of conservatism promoted by Margaret Thatcher and Keith Joseph.

In 1974 Beloff gave up his Oxford Chair in favour of the position of Principal at the new University College at Buckingham, with the founding of which he had been closely concerned.

His dedication to his work in the Lords continued right to the end, even though in the past few years it must have been a great strain for him to come up to London from Brighton every week, to spend two or three nights at the Reform Club.

Max Beloff died in 1999, just before the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ioan Bowen Rees, the author of the book which had received such high praise from Max and Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, also died in 1999, in May. So anyone who might have been worrying that Ioan might drop a few people in it when Waterhouse blamed everything on the cave-dwellers of north Wales could rest easy once more.

Max was not the only high achiever in his family. His siblings – Michael’s aunts and uncles – all ended up in very influential positions as well.

 

Max’s sister Norah Beloff was a journalist and political writer who worked for ‘The Observer’, 1948-78. After graduating from Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford in 1940, Beloff worked for the British Foreign Office’s political intelligence department. She moved to Paris in 1944 to work for the British Embassy, staying in Paris after WW II to work for Reuters. Beloff worked for ‘The Economist’, 1946–48 and then ‘The Observer’ as a Paris-based correspondent. She left Paris to cover the Cold War for ‘The Observer’ from Washington, D.C. 1949–51 and Moscow. 

In 1964 Norah Beloff returned to London following her appointment as a political correspondent for ‘The Observer’In this role, she often wrote critical pieces about the Labour Party and Labour Prime Minister Harold Wilson unsuccessfully petitioned ‘The Observer’ to dismiss her. Beloff remained in post until 1976 and then worked as a special correspondent. Beloff left ‘The Observer’ in 1978 because of disagreements with its new editor, Donald Trelford. 

Norah Beloff travelled extensively across Europe in her later career and was arrested in Georgia and expelled from Yugoslavia. She was lampooned in ‘Private Eye’ and fought two legal actions against the magazine; she won libel damages of £3,000 but lost a breach of copyright action.

Norah Beloff’s 1997 Independent obituary mentioned that Beloff was supported by David Astor, the owner and editor of ‘The Observer’ because she exposed the extreme left of the Labour Party. ‘The Observer’ was perceived as a left leaning newspaper but supported Ted Heath in his battle against the unions. David Astor had a reputation as a liberal man and a supporter of worthy causes, but accounts of his conduct during the Profumo Affair – which involved his immediate family – suggest that David Astor was capable of some dreadful things if reputations needed to be preserved (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

Norah Beloff’s obituary observed that she was ‘at heart a Conservative’.

In 1977 when she was in her late 50s, Norah Beloff married Clifford Makins, the sports Editor of ‘The Observer’. It was noted that Norah was remembered as a ‘marvellous aunt’ who ‘kept various branches of family together’.

Michael Beloff having a close relationship with his aunt with excellent media connections could be yet another reason why the media showed so little interest in the bizarre and macabre happenings in north Wales.

My post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’  details the aggression, misconduct, lies and danger to patients posed by Stephen Gallagher, a senior nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd. After witness accounts once more demonstrated the danger that Gallagher and two of his colleagues represented to the general public, an extraordinary story featuring Stephen Gallagher found its way into literally the world’s media, not just the ‘Daily Post’. The story portrayed Gallagher as a life-saving war hero regarding his service with the TA in Afghanistan. It was substantially inaccurate, breached confidence and placed people in danger.

I was used to reading nonsense about the heroes employed in the local NHS in the provincial press, but I was a little surprised that the fairy tale about Gallagher when he was in deep doo doo found its way across the globe. Of course, if someone with links to the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had an aunt who had been a very well known journalist on an international level, that could provide an explanation.

It might also explain why there was so little media coverage of the numerous serious NHS ‘adverse incidents’ in north Wales, not even during the pre-election debates  which provide such wonderful opportunities for journalists, as pioneered by the Jennifer’s Ear story in 1992. North Wales can beat Jennifer’s Ear hands down. There was the old lady who haemorrhaged to death in a hospital bed in Yysby Gwynedd whilst two Top Doctors refused to treat her because they hated each other so much that they wouldn’t speak to each other; the three patients who had participated in a clinical trial at Ysbyty Gwynedd who were taken very seriously ill and then one of them died; there was the patient in A&E in Wrexham Maelor who died whilst waiting to be seen and when his corpse fell onto the floor, the security man on duty picked it up and put it back onto the chair. It was another 20 mins before someone had the heart to tell him that the patient was dead. The response of the security man was to rage at the patients for not helping the man who died. Where the A&E staff were, no-one managed to explain.

No-one gave those stories to Reuters.

 

Another of Max’s siblings was John Beloff, who served in the British Army in WWII. He worked in an architect’s office, then studied at London University, graduating in 1952. After a year at the University of Illinois he did a doctorate at Queen’s University Belfast, finishing in 1956. He started work at Edinburgh University in 1962 and stayed there until his retirement. Beloff had been interested in parapsychology from an early age and served as president of the Society for Psychical Research, 1974-76. He was an executor of Arthur Koestler’s will in 1983 and was instrumental in setting up the first UK Chair of parapsychology, the Koestler Parasychology Unit at Edinburgh in 1985.

A number of universities rejected the offer of the funding from Koestler’s will to establish a Chair. By the time that Koestler had died, there had been a number of accounts of his sexual violence towards women – Kostler had violently raped Jill Craigie, Michael Foot’s wife, when she was young – and there was also concern that Koestler had coerced his wife Cynthia into committing suicide with him. Cynthia was much younger than Koestler and was in good health, but was completely dominated by him. For further details of Arthur Koestler, see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’.

 

Max’s sister Renee Soskin went to the Royal College of Music and trained for the stage. She married Moses G. Soskin and worked as a speech and drama teacher and as a teacher of drama at the Royal Academy of Music. Renee was MD of a City of London finance house and became a Director of two companies. In 1970 she became the new proprietor of Bury Lawn Independent Day School, a coeducational school in Milton Keynes. The school is now called the Webber Independent School.

Renee was a County of London Magistrate and was Chairman of the Hampstead Liberal Association for four years. In 1958 she was first elected a Member of the Liberal Party Council. Renee was Liberal candidate for the Bedfordshire South division at the 1959 General Election. During the 1959 General Election campaign she featured in a televised Liberal Party Election Broadcast. In 1961 Renee was elected Vice-President of the Women’s Liberal Federation, serving until 1963 and in 1964 was Vice-Chairman of the Women’s Liberal Federation. She was Liberal candidate for the Hampstead division at the 1964 General Election and Liberal candidate again for Hampstead at the 1966 General Election. 

Being active in the Liberal Party in the 1960s, Renee almost certainly knew about the activities of Jeremy Thorpe. She probably knew about the activities of a few other people as well, Hampstead was stuffed to the rafters with affluent politicians, Top Docs, analysts, writers and celebs who were all colluding with a great deal of wrongdoing in high places.

 

Another one of Max’s siblings was Anne Beloff-Chain, a British biochemist. Anne graduated from University College London in 1942 and then completed a PhD with at Oxford University. She worked at Harvard Medical School, 1946-48. In 1948 Anne married Ernst Boris Chain, another biochemist who had won a Nobel Prize in 1945. She worked at Imperial College, London, 1964–86 and the University of Buckingham, 1986–1991.

In 1964, Beloff-Chain and her husband were recruited by Imperial. She was given a Chair at Imperial in 1983, but left for the University of Buckingham, along with her research team, in 1985. A £250,000 new laboratory was built and in 1986 she was given a Chair at Buckingham.

At Buckingham, Beloff-Chain received funding from the Clore Foundation to establish and head the Department of Biochemistry, where she worked until her death in Dec 1991 at Camden Town.

Sir Ernst Chain was a lifelong friend of Prof Albert Neuberger, who was the father of Lord David Neuberger, President of the Supreme Court, 2012-17.

All three of David Neuberger’s brothers are or were Professors: James Neuberger, Professor of Medicine at the Birmingham University; Michael Neuberger, Professor of Molecular Immunology at Cambridge University; Anthony Neuberger, Professor in Finance at Warwick Business School. 

David Neuberger was educated at Westminster School and studied at Christ Church, Oxford. After graduation, Neuberger worked at the N.M. Rothschild & Sons, 1970-73. Neuberger then trained as a barrister in 1974 and became a QC in 1987. He was a Recorder, 1990-96. Neuberger was then appointed a High Court Judge in the Chancery Division. 

In 2001, David Neuberger was made Supervisory Chancery Judge of Midland, Wales and Chester and of the Western Circuits. He held the post until 12 Jan 2004, when he was appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal and a Privy Councillor.

So David Neuberger was Supervisory Chancery Judge whilst I was being framed and was experiencing the excesses of Judge Huw Daniel, 2002-04, (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

Since 2005, Neuberger has been Co-chair (with Richard Susskind) of ITAC (Lord Chancellor’s Information Technology and Courts Committee).

On 11 Jan 2007, David Neuberger succeeded Lord Nicholls as a Lord of Appeal in Ordinary. He was given a peerage in 2007. 

In Oct 2009 Neuberger became Master of the Rolls.

Between 2006-07, Neuberger led an investigation for the Bar Council into widening access to the Bar. He also served on the Panel on Fair Access to the Professions, led by paedophiles’ friend, former Health Secretary Alan Milburn (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’), which reported in July 2009. Other Panel members included Trevor Phillips, head of the Commission for Equalities and Human Rights (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’), Michael Grade, then the Chairman of ITV – a toady to the brother of Home Secretary Leon Brittan, who concealed the organised abuse of children and a great deal of other crime as well – and Martin Rees, Astronomer Royal.

David Neuberger became President of the Supreme Court in Oct 2012 – he retired in 2017.

David Neuberger’s sister-in-law is Rabbi Julia Neuberger. Julia has a CV which in terms of being a Top Doctors’ and paedophiles’ friend would be difficult to beat.

Julia Neuberger was Chair of Camden and Islington Community Health Services NHS Trust, 1992-97, the site of much carnage and wilful denial of the carnage. The Islington paedophile ring was still very much in business when Julia Chaired that NHS Trust.

From 1997-2004, Julia occupied one of the favourite posts of the apologists for the excesses of the Top Doctors, Chief Executive of the King’s Fund.

Julia’s volumes ‘The Moral State We’re Inwas published in 2005 and is a study of morality and public policy in modern Britain. As someone who Chaired the NHS Trust which not only covered the site of the Islington Child Abuse Scandal but which also had the honour of presiding over the area with the highest suicide rate among women in England and Wales, Julia will know a great deal about ‘morality and public policy’, but I’m not convinced that she has published all that she knows on this matter. Whilst Camden boasted the highest suicide rate for women in England and Wales, second prize was awarded to north west Wales.

Perhaps in her capacity as an expert on morality and public policy, Julia might like to suggest why so many women in Camden and Gwynedd were and probably still are killing themselves. Julia knew that Top Doctor who had personal connections to some of those responsible for the slaughter in north Wales, Dr Death. Julia was such a fan of Dr Death that she stood as the SDP candidate for Tooting in 1983. St George’s Hospital Medical School is located in Tooting and David Hole, the corrupt MSF rep who concealed much wrongdoing at St George’s and used his knowledge for his own advantage, was active in the SDP.

Like Margaret Hodge who was leader of Islington Council whilst the Council’s children’s homes had been infiltrated by paedophiles (see post ‘The London Connection’), Julia is both a Dame and a Baroness.

Julia served as a Liberal Democrat Health spokesperson from 2004-07. In June 2007, Baroness Julia was appointed by the incoming PM Gordon Brown as the Gov’t champion of volunteering. She resigned from the Liberal Democrats upon becoming Senior Rabbi of the West London Synagogue.

In Jan 2013, Julia Neuberger was appointed Chair of an Independent Review of the Liverpool Care Pathway, which after being misunderstood and misused, had resulted in scandal after a number of terminally ill patients had been dosed up and denied water to hasten them on their way. The impartiality of Neuberger’s appointment was questioned by some of the bereaved families, because of her previous endorsement of the Liverpool Care Pathway and her support of the Marie Curie Institute – it was John Ellershaw, the Medical Director of the Marie Curie Palliative Care Institute in Liverpool, who developed the LCP. Ellershaw’s Institute is a partnership between Marie Curie Hospice Liverpool and the University of Liverpool, with a satellite unit at the Royal Liverpool University Hospitals.

Prof John Ellershaw has a CV which suggests that he too is an associate of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Ellershaw graduated from the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff in 1984; completed an MA (Wales) 1992; was appointed as the Clinical Director of Palliative Care at Royal Liverpool University Hospital in 1994.

The horrors of the LCP were such that even Top Doctors were involved in the campaign to bring it to an end. I am not suggesting that John Ellershaw ever intended the LCP to be used to wipe out elderly or terminally ill people, but Top Docs themselves alleged that this was happening. Professor Mark Glaser – who was Mo Mowlam’s Top Doc – stated that the LCP ‘was the most corrupt practice in British medicine’ (I’m sorry to tell Prof Glaser that I can think of a few more practices which are as equally corrupt).

Dr Richard Lamerton, a retired Top Doctor who was a pioneer of the Hospice Movement, was a friend of Ellershaw’s and a supporter of the LCP until he saw how it was being used. Richard Homerton observed that ‘To use our knowledge and methods to kill off patients because the doctor doesn’t know how to care for them properly or because the hospital administrator wants the bed cleared is inexcusable. And criminal. I can’t help being reminded that Hitler called these patients ‘useless eaters’.

Perhaps Dr Homerton’s comment could be emblazoned above the entrance of every psych unit in the UK.

In 2013 the results of Neurberger’s Review of the Liverpool Care Pathway was submitted to Gov’t. The Gov’t advised the NHS to no longer use the LCP.

Neurberger was Vice-President of Attend, a charity which ‘supports and expands the roles that volunteers play in creating healthy communities’, 2006-11.

Neuberger was appointed to the board of Irish health insurers Vhi Healthcare for a five-year period from 2005 by Mary Harney, the Tanaiste and Minister for Health and Children.

 

Recent posts have described in detail some of the serious wrongdoing in the mental health services in north Wales – the abuse and mistreatment of patients by some truly dreadful doctors, the refusal to investigate serious complaints, the forging of documents to conceal wrongdoing or negligence and the framing for criminal offences of patients who had complained or witnessed wrongdoing.

There were two other Angels employed at Ysbyty Gwynedd who knew that this was how business was conducted whom I have not yet mentioned. They worked on the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd in 1991-93 before the Hergest Unit was built – whilst the mental health services were subjected to a damning report.

One of these Angels was called Sharon. I can’t remember her surname but she wasn’t local, she was from Manchester. Sharon pioneered something which later became a distinguishing feature of the mental health services – that of the staff ministering to each other in the face of serious patient neglect. This reached its zenith with the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team, many of whose members took days off at a time to practice Mindfulness – whilst their patch had one of the highest suicide rates among patients in the UK.

Sharon wasn’t just your usual common or garden Angel, Sharon had an added extra – she had trained as a hypnotherapist. A lot of Angels these days have trained in complementary therapies and many of them offer to use these techniques with their patients for very genuine reasons and indeed many patients really appreciate it. However Sharon didn’t offer hypnotherapy to patients, Sharon offered it to the other Angels.

Sharon was in great demand as a hypnotherapist for Angels for one main reason – the Angels were nearly all very heavy smokers and were constantly trying to Give Up. Of course if Sharon wished to help her workmates in this, that in itself would not have been a problem. But Sharon was conducting business on the wards, during work hours. Sharon, as the nurse on duty, would sit in the corner of the ward and be visited by various Angels who would have their consultation and hypnotherapy. Whilst patients were ignored. Not just for five minutes, or now and then, but as a matter of routine. Sharon ignored all patients at all times no matter how distressed they were.

It was on Sharon’s ward that I witnessed a man – whom I think was one of Dafydd’s drug patients – walk up to a teenaged girl who was acutely ill and had been sectioned and punch her in the face with no provocation. She cried for hours afterwards and one of the better male nurses went and sat by her to keep her company. The assault wan’t reported to the police and the girl’s parents were not told what had happened either. The man who had hit her was not transferred anywhere else, he remained on the ward and continued to intimidate other patients, although I didn’t see him actually punch anyone else again.

Whilst Sharon worked on that ward, a number of patients were detained illegally and Dafydd tried to persuade a teenage boy to have sex change surgery because the boy was gay. Another young female patient was pregnant by a junior gynaecologist who had arranged for her to have a termination that she did not want but was being coerced into – one of his mates who was also a junior gynaecologist then made her pregnant again and once more she was coerced into an abortion. All the staff knew about this and only one nurse spent time with the young woman to tell her that she did not have to have terminations if she did not want them. I got to know this young woman well and she was literally being passed around the junior doctors. After the second termination, Tony Francis discharged her on the grounds that she was not ‘really’ ill. She continued to experience serious problems and her GP referred her back again. The next excuse was that because she was a student who had graduated she was no longer a resident of Bangor and was therefore not entitled to use the local services. I was shown the letters that this young woman had been sent by Francis. One letter recommended that she should return to live with her father in England and seek help there.

This young woman’s father had severe chronic mental health problems himself and Francis knew about that. She had a mother who lived apart from her father, because her parents were divorced. Where did her mum live? Anglesey. So much for being ‘out of area’.

Someone else knew about this young woman as well – Tony Francis’s wife, Dr Sadie Francis. Because for three weeks or so, the young woman was bounced back and forth between Tony and Sadie Francis, as both of them found excuses not to treat her.

Last year I received an e mail from someone who had lived in Bangor in the early 1990s who told me that gay doctors from Ysbyty Gwynedd were paying local teenaged boys in care for sex.

Another patient on the ward on which Sharon worked was a teenaged boy from Holyhead who was about 14. He was on a ward with adult patients with whom he had nothing in common, he was very isolated and was in Ysbyty Gwynedd for a very long time. This boy told me that Sadie Francis had kept him on a section for 6 months. The Angels were very hostile and aggressive towards him on the grounds that he had a criminal record – he had been done for theft and burglary. He was also in the care of Gwynedd County Council.

Another patient on this ward had been sectioned after ‘causing a lot of trouble’ with his neighbour. This man was furious when he arrived on the ward and was explaining to people quite clearly that he did not understand why he had been taken there by the police. It later transpired that he was a really nice friendly person. Furthermore he was definitely not mentally ill and should never have been sectioned. How did I know? Because I overheard a conversation between two Angels who were discussing how they were going to explain why a perfectly sane man had been arrested and sectioned on the say-so of his neighbour. The solution to the problem was to give him some benign medication – valium – for a couple of days and then tell him that he was ‘better’ and could go. That was what was done – he was a chatty friendly man but not well educated, so didn’t realise that he had been given a near-placebo.

No doubt some medical notes had to be forged to explain it all away.

Some of the horrors described in earlier posts re the psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd (see posts ‘Another Case Of Not Knowing?’ and ‘Hospital Hoppers And People Who Are Not Really Ill’) detail incidents that took place on the watch of Sharon the Hypnotherapist.

 

Another Angel who worked on the same ward as Sharon was called Pam. Pam didn’t ignore the patients in the way that Sharon did, but Pam seemed to be frequently left alone to run the ward single-handedly and would be very obviously rushed off her feet. I didn’t ever see another Angel so much as speak to Pam. The only member of staff whom I ever saw even acknowledge her was Tony Francis. He arrived on the ward one day, when as usual Pam was working her arse off and there was no-one else to be seen and Francis just said ‘all on your own again?’ and walked off.

I am wondering if Pam had been targeted by the paedophiles’ friends for not toeing the party line. Just before I was admitted to Pam and Sharon’s ward – Seiriol Ward – Pam told me that she had been ‘stabbed by a patient’. I was horrified but then Pam explained that she hadn’t been stabbed with a knife, she had been stabbed by a female patient with a pair of scissors. Pam did not need hospital treatment and was not injured. She had been asked by her senior colleagues to press charges against the patient, but had refused. Whilst telling me about it, Pam mysteriously said ‘I wish I had prosecuted her now’, but didn’t explain why. I asked Pam what had happened to the patient who had stabbed her and Pam told me that she had been sent to Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital. Bryn Golau was Dafydd’s prison for the victims of the paedophiles.

I can only imagine what the truth behind that stabbing of an Angel was and the crap that was being flung at Pam for refusing to perjure herself and frame a patient.

Pam left Ysbyty Gwynedd before the Hergest Unit opened, as did Sharon.

There was one Angel who worked on the neighbouring Dwynwen Ward – who really was very good, a Scottish nurse who lived near me in Llanllechid. She left Ysbyty Gwynedd as well – to work abroad. Before she left north Wales I heard that she had been subjected to a campaign of harassment at home and had been so worried that she had called the police in. I was told that the Bethesda police had stressed to her that she was not being targeted because she wasn’t Welsh.

No, like most of the aggro in north Wales, it will have been the paedophiles’ friends at work, bugger all to do with ‘Welsh extremists’.

It was at this time that Heidi Humphreys, one of the nurses on Seiriol Ward, was killed in a car crash on her way home to Pwllheli one evening (see post ‘The Sad Story Of The Heidi Humphreys Unit’).

 

Whilst I was on the ward staffed by Sharon the Hypnotherapist and many others who generally ignored the patients and chatted among themselves I heard a number of interesting things. A common theme was the terrible way in which staff were treated by the Top Docs, particularly by Tony Francis. Patients and staff claimed to have witnessed Francis losing his temper and going absolutely beserk, swearing at them and chucking furniture around. A group of the oppressed entertained each other with the story of a very meek and polite overseas junior doctor whom they alleged had been terrorised by Francis for months. The doctor had arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd as an SHO and had been promoted. One day Francis was witnessed shouting and swearing at everyone and yelled out ‘where’s that fucking SHO?’, to which a polite meek voice behind him replied ‘I have been a registrar for three months now…’

 

How much more did I witness then paedophiles’ friends?? You had no idea that I was gathering the evidence did you…You’ll just have to keep following the blog…

 

Whilst searching for something else recently I came across the 1994 New Year Honours list. There were a number of honours given to people who were closely associated with those we known and love.

A Phyllis Ford who was a fundraiser for the St David’s Hospice Appeal Fund was honoured. St David’s Hospice is in Llandudno and for years has been run by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The CEOs Of St David’s Hospice’). Phyllis appeared on the episode of ‘This Is Your Life’ when the subject of the programme was Ken Dodd and revealed that Ken Dodd had raised a great deal of money for St David’s Hospice and that Ken’s target was to raise £2 million for them. Ken got a round of applause. The audience will have had no idea that St David’s Hospice is run by the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. I did suspect that Ken Dodd might have had a link to the paedophiles’ friends when I was researching for my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’.  Now it has been confirmed. Which makes the banging up in a secure hospital of Ruth Tagg, Ken’s alleged ‘stalker’, even more worrying than I thought it was.

The paedophiles’ friends of St David’s Hospice are certainly well connected. A comment after one of my previous posts mentioned how Paul Merton, Marcus Brigstocke and Phil Jupitus all rolled up in north Wales to put on a fundraising comedy gig to raise money for St David’s Hospice when the appalling Alun Davies was the CEO, but I didn’t mention that Ken Roache aka Ken Barlow of Coronation Street fame was the Patron of St David’s Hospice whilst Davies was CEO.

So how did a thick, corrupt, document forging, lying git like Alun Davies (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’) gain access to so many high profile celebs?

 

One of the guests on Ken Dodd’s ‘This Is Your Life’ was Jimmy Tarbuck. When Tarby was the subject of ‘This Is Your Life’, his bessie mates Cilla Black and her husband and manager Bobby Willis appeared. Cilla was a personal friend of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain who was my head of dept when I worked at St George’s. Chamberlain knew about the paedophile ring operating in south London of which his colleague Professor Oliver Brooke was a member and he knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Two years after I left St George’s, Chamberlain was involved in a major research fraud but unlike his colleague Malcolm Pearce, Chamberlain wasn’t struck off although Chamberlain’s name was on the research paper (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). When Chamberlain retired from St George’s, he took up a post lecturing at Swansea University.

After Bobby Willis died, Cilla became a very big mate of Paul O’Grady aka Lily Savage. Cilla went on holiday with Paul O’Grady, as she did with Tarby. Paul O’Grady’s autobiography mentions that he was a social worker in Lambeth before he became famous and among other things, he failed to report the death of a client and squatted in her flat and left other vulnerable clients alone at night when he was on duty whilst he got pissed and had knees-ups with rent boys at local gay clubs.

One of Tarby’s mates was Cliff Richard. Who, like Tarby, was accused of historic sex offences.

Someone who was investigated for historic sex offences as part of Operation Yewtree and who professed his innocence and subsequently wrote a book about it, ‘Under The Yewtree’, was Paul Gambaccini. I read Gambaccini’s book and like Gambaccini’s radio broadcasts it was utter drivel. There was nothing at all about the investigation in there, it wasn’t even an account of My Hell. It was literally a list of all the celebs and posh restaurants that Gambaccini had hung out with or in whilst he was under investigation, accompanied by commentary about his many talents and achievements. Such as knowing what Number 6 was in the Billboard chart in 1967, having learned such useful info by rote.

Gambaccini’s book was so vain and vacuous that I read bits of it out to one of my friends. One memorable sentence in the book was ‘she might not know it, but Joan Collins has been in the same room as me on at least two occasions’. We had a good laugh at Gambaccini’s name-dropping and I didn’t think any more about it until I researched for my post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’. It was only then that I found out that Prof Linford Rees, the lecherous old Top Doctor who protected Dafydd et al for decades, was the father-in-law of Christopher Cazenove – who starred in ‘Dynasty’ and was a good friend of Joan Collins….

I have not found any links at all between Cliff and Dafydd and the paedophiles. I watched a clip of Cliff on TV explaining that he had forgiven the person who had accused him and goodness me for all Cliff knew the person might need psychiatric treatment. I think that you’ll find Cliff that the ‘psychiatric treatment’ came first – it was how so many vulnerable young people from north Wales ended up being coerced into having sex with so many not very attractive but rich people.

I am currently doing a bit of research on many of the celebs who squealed furiously when the police pointed the finger at them not so long ago. So far I’ve found out that all of them had a link with associates of Dafydd. Might the police have noticed that as well?

 

The appearance of so many people on past episodes of ‘This Is Your Life’ who might have been in the same room as mates of Dafydd brought to my mind the unlikely subject of a ‘This Is Your Life’ episode in the mid-late 1990s. I was amazed, because someone I knew appeared on there. It was someone who had taught me when I was an undergrad at Bangor – a man called Tony Jones.

I could not fathom why or indeed how on earth Tony Jones turned up on ‘This Is Your Life’. He was an earth scientist, not someone who performed at the London Palladium and no-one who was not an earth scientist, a climber or associated with Bangor University would ever have known who he was. Tony Jones was also a very controversial man because he was nakedly racist and was not above referring to ‘niggers’ in the presence of black students. He had grown up in apartheid South Africa and was proud of it. I watched the programme because I wanted to see whether Tony Jones could actually restrain himself in front of Aspel and the cameras for 30 mins without causing a major diplomatic incident. Tony Jones managed not to hurl racist insults, but one could see that Aspel felt a little out of his depth.

I always got on OK with Tony Jones, but a lot of people did not. He was the warden of one of the male halls and whereas some of the students maintained that he was great and really liked having him around, others hated him. I know of at least one perfectly nice student who was subjected to a hate campaign by Tony Jones and just ended up moving out of hall despite having paid his fees because there was no way of resolving the situation.

The most worrying Tony Jones anecdote that I ever heard was from another student who maintained that Tony Jones was friends with a number of corrupt police officers and that after falling out with a student, for a laugh Tony Jones had got his corrupt mates to arrest the student and keep him in the cells in Bangor Police Station overnight. The cells in Bangor Police Station were a place where anything could and did happen, particularly as Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ruled the roost there.

Tony Jones was the subject of a certain amount of speculation because he was constantly surrounded by a clique of young men who pursued rather butch activities with him and he very obviously couldn’t cope with women who were not sporty/robust. In about 1998 I was friendly with one of the cleaners in the hall of residence who used to clean Tony Jones’s flat. One day she remarked ‘he’s a bit weird – he likes boys doesn’t he’. I wasn’t quite sure how to interpret this, but nothing more overt was said so I didn’t pursue the matter.

In about 2004 Tony Jones clashed big time with longstanding paedophiles’ friend Fran Tate and she tried to force him out of his job as warden. I was completely on Tony Jones’s side with regard to that particular battle because Fran Tate had already come gunning for me and had gone after a few other people as well. Fran Tate was responsible for the shambles that was ‘disability support’ in the Students Union (see post ‘Disability Support’). Fran mercifully retired and has now made her allegiances clear by joining Lucille Hughes in the management tier of the CAB.

Tony Jones died a few months ago, so he is not able to tell us why he was constructed as a luvvie at about the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was launched.

 

Another person who joined Phyllis Ford in bagging a gong in the 1994 New Years Honours list was Dr John Edward Arthur Kenrick, the Chairman of Gwynedd Family Health Services Authority – someone else who has disappeared without trace. However I have found out that the Kenricks are a Welsh family who are descendants of Hywel Dda, the Prince of South Wales. Although some Kenricks lived in other regions of Wales and occasionally married people from England, the family were from Denbighshire. A lot of them were Top Doctors or Ministers of religion. At least one was a Magistrate in Denbigh and another Kenrick lived just down the road from Wrexham, near Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn. It’ll be the old story – Dr John Kenrick’s family will have been involved with the abuse and criminality even if he wasn’t and they’ll have been clinging together like limpets lest the whole lot of them and the reputations of their noble ancestors sink together.

In 1988 when I first began to uncover the seriousness of Dafydd’s wrongdoing and I realised that no-one would grass him up although they all loathed him, one of my friends who I’d been at Bangor University with observed that it will be a case of Dafydd saying ‘if I go down I’ll take the rest of you down with me’. At the time I just thought that Dafydd was shagging the female patients and breaking the law in his attempts to silence them. I didn’t realise that he was the key player in a paedophile ring supplying kids to Westminster paedophiles and which had links to Europe.

So there’ll be a lot more people going down with Dafydd than just a few Top Docs and social workers in north Wales.

 

Jean Evans of the Kidney Patients Association of North Wales was awarded an MBE in the 2004 New Years Honours. The Kidney Patient’s Association of North Wales evolved from the Kidney Wales organisations that were founded by Professor Sir William Asscher, a paedophiles’ friend who served Cardiff loyally for years and then relocated to St George’s Hospital Medical School, became Dean and then Principal and continued colluding with paedophiles’ friends and serious crime at an even higher level (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). Jean is still loyally serving the paedophiles’ friends, she is Chairperson of Friends of Renal Care at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd.

 

Stuart Errington, Chairman, National Association of Citizens Advice Bureaux, was awarded a CBE. Lucille Hughes has for many years been involved with the senior management of the CAB.

Stuart Grant Errington was born on 23 June 1929.He was the son of Sir Eric Errington and Marjorie Bennett and married Anne Baedeker in June 1954.  Stuart Errington died on 16 Nov 2017 at age 88.

Stuart Errington was educated at Rugby and then went to Trinity College, Oxford. He gained the rank of 2nd Lieutenant in the Royal Artillery. Errington was with Ellerman Lines, 1952-59 and was with Astley Industrial Trust between 1959-70. Errington was a JP for Berkshire in 1970. In 1977 he became MD of Mercantile Credit. Errington was a Director of Barclays Merchant Bank, Barclays Bank UK , Kleinwort Overseas Investment Trust, Northern Electric 1989–96, Nationwide Building Society 1989–97; Errington was Chairman and Chief Executive of Mercantile Group, 1988-89.  He held the office of Deputy Lieutenant of Berkshire in 2000. He lived at Earleywood Lodge in Ascot.

Stuart Errington was also a Director of Municipal Mutual Insurance from 1989. Munipal Mutual Insurance were of course the insurers of Clwyd County Council and employed Michael Beloff QC as their legal advisor – who advised everyone not to make the contents of the Jillings Report available to anyone…Municipal Mutual told Clwyd that if they didn’t follow this advice, the Councillors themselves would be personally liable for paying damages if any of the former kids in the care of Clwyd sued. Municipal Mutual also demanded that Councillor Malcolm King – who had been asking questions about the abuse of children for a long while –  be sacked if he got hold of the Jillings Report and disclosed the contents. Municipal Mutual were also the insurers of the North Wales Police who refused to co-operate with the first investigation into the abuse of children in north Wales. Please see my post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ for the full story.

So Dafydd and Lucille, why was Stuart Errington prepared to stick his neck out so far to save your skins then?

Stuart Errington had three children – David, Elizabeth and Charles. David went to Rugby. Elizabeth married Jamie Corke and lives in Dorset. Charles went to Rugby, Goldsmith’s and Oxford. He is a derivatives dealer, a designer of a risk analytics software package and a writer. He married Nicole Cauverian, who is a graduate of King’s College and is a TV producer.

Gladys Broomfield, Morris Markowe Unit of the League of Friends, Springfield Hospital, Wandsworth, was also honoured in the New Years Honours of 1994. I can’t find any trace of Gladys, but the Morris Markowe Unit was an annexe to Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit associated with St George’s and was named after the Medical Administrator of Springfield. At the beginning of the 1990s the Wandsworth District Health Authority had the largest deficit in any English Health District and needed to save £9m.  It decided on the early closure of the Unit, which by now had only 54 beds.  The patients were transferred to Springfield Hospital in 1991.

A number of questions come to mind. How did Wandsworth Health Authority end up with the largest deficit of any HA in England in the early 1990s? There was certainly no money being spent on patient care. As with Gwynedd Health Authority and Clwyd County Council – and at present the Betsi Board – care was appalling and the organisation was being used to facilitate organised crime rather than look after patients/clients. So where did the dosh go? What was Gladys doing with the money that she raised? More importantly, why was Gladys honoured when the organisation was in such an appalling mess?

 

But then why were ANY of these people – who were all involved with facilitating a paedophile ring – honoured at all? The announcement of the honours to be picked up by this bunch was made at the very end of 1993. The police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring with links to ‘VIPs’ operating in north Wales took place between 1991-1993. It was stated that no evidence of a paedophile ring had been found and the investigation was closed.

Ah – I think that I understand the flurry of honours for people who worked with the associates of the paedophile ring which did not exist.

 

In 1994 a ‘reclusive British bachelor’,  Alan Angus – a water rates collector who died at the age of 65 from a heart attack – bequeathed almost £1 m to the Morris Marlowe Unit, which had treated one of his relatives ten years previously. ‘Living in squalor’, Mr Angus was unaware that the Unit had closed in 1991.
So what was the truth behind Mr Angus’s enormous donation to a gang of white-collar criminals? £1 million quid was a great deal of money in 1994 and by 1994 the publicity regarding Springfield Hospital was nothing short of dreadful. There had been a number of murders of staff and patients and a string of sexual assaults on women patients. It was all this that led to a public inquiry a few years later where Springfield was absolutely damned and deemed to be dangerous. Even if they had treated his relative well 10 years previously – which I doubt, Springfield had been run by and for gangsters for years – Mr Angus will probably have known how bloody awful the place was even if he was a recluse. He’d have needed a very kind heart indeed to part with £1 m for the benefit of that bunch of crooks whilst he ‘lived in squalor’. Is it possible that Mr Angus himself was vulnerable and not coping and perhaps a little birdy from Springfield had been in contact with him and persuaded him to write that will leaving such a generous donation?

 

Dr Donald Irvine, GMC. Donald bagged an knighthood in the New Year’s honours of 1994 and it must have been something to do with successfully ensuring that Dafydd and the paedophiles didn’t all end up in the clink. Not that the Top Doctors were particularly grateful. Irvine was forced out of his role as President of the GMC in May 2001. The other Top Docs were spitting blood that Irvine had tried to implement reforms for the regulation of the Top Doctors as the Gov’t had asked him to. Irvine’s colleagues were adamant that he could fuck off because no-one was going to regulate them. Why the sudden urgency on behalf of Blair and his Health Secretary Alan Milburn to hold the Top Docs to account? It followed the Bristol Heart Surgery Scandal and the Alder Hey Scandal (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) – and then the icing on the cake was a man called Harold Shipman. Alan Milburn could take no more and told the Top Docs that they had to sort themselves out or the Gov’t would. So the Top Docs held a revolution. The Gov’t collectively wet themselves and thus Dafydd is still Chairing his charity CAIS  today.

Donald Irvine had been faced with attempts to oust him previously. In May 1999 GMC member Wendy Savage challenged Sir Donald’s leadership. Savage led the charge against Sir Donald, stating that he had too readily bowed to Gov’t in pushing ahead with the reforms. This was the first time in the history of the GMC that anyone had challenged an incumbent President.

In May 1999 Ronnie Waterhouse was in the process of writing up his Report. Wendy Savage was a good friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain – who at that time was still sitting in the middle of the cesspit that was St George’s… Wendy Savage’s life might have been touched by Dafydd and the paedophiles as well. Wendy Savage became famous in the 1980s when she was suspended after a high profile ding dong with her head of dept. Journalists who knew sod all about what was going on told the world that it was because Wendy Savage was a woman, a feminist, a Top Doctor who promoted natural childbirth, a member of the Labour Party and was married to a black man. People who had personal knowledge of the parties involved knew that it was because Wendy Savage and her boss just really hated each other.

Wendy Savage spent her career working at the London Hospital in Tower Hamlets. Tower Hamlets was one of the boroughs sending kids into the arms of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’). Wendy Savage was someone who took time to talk and listen to patients who were living in poverty and getting kicked in the teeth. I bet she had found out what Dafydd et al were up to. Wendy was politically active. So as well as having the reputation of the Top Doctors to preserve, she’ll also have been mindful that an exposure of Dafydd would lead to the exposure of all those Labour boroughs in London who were knowingly sending kids into the embrace of a paedophile gang in north Wales – and of course those Labour politicians who were abusing kids themselves.

Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party at the time – and we know that the Windbag really thought that he was in with a chance of becoming PM as long as he could keep that barrel of crap in north Wales nailed firmly shut. The Windbag even headhunted the noxious Sam Galbraith and begged him to join the Labour Party, so desperate was he to have the Top Docs on side (see post ‘I Warn You…’).

 

I have previously blogged about John Smith’s unfortunate and unexpected death in May 1994, one month before the head of Bryn Estyn Matt Arnold died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. Four days after Arnold’s death the trial of Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson began, two members of staff of Bryn Estyn who were charged with sexual and physical assaults on boys (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). John Smith died when Barts Hospital could not revive him, after he had a heart attack in his flat at the Barbican (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). John Smith had his first heart attack  on 9 Oct 1988 and was forced to spend three months away from Westminster to recover. On that occasion, he had complained of chest pains the night before and had to be persuaded to cancel a flight to London so that he could go to hospital for a check-up. He was examined at the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary  where an EEG was performed. The Top Doctor who examined him told Smith ‘Whatever it is, we don’t think it is your heart’. Then Smith suddenly collapsed and was briefly unconscious before coming around. He spent three days in intensive care before leaving hospital on 20 Oct 1988 and made a full recovery.

Smith made modifications to his lifestyle by going on a 1,000-calories per day diet, cutting down on rich foods and fine wines, giving up smoking and taking up climbing Munros. His weight dropped from 15 stone 5 pounds at the time of the first heart attack, to 12 stone 10 pounds when he returned to Parliament on 23 Jan 1989.

Edinburgh Royal Infirmary, who absolutely reassured Smith that he did not have heart problems days before he keeled over with a heart attack and ended up in intensive care, employed some questionable people. In 1993 Edinburgh Royal Infirmary gave the former Bay City Roller Derek Longmuir a job as a nurse. Longmuir had begun nurse training in 1990 after carrying out voluntary work at the Sick Children’s Hospital in Edinburgh.

In 2000, Longmuir, 49, was sentenced to 300 hours of community service at Edinburgh Sheriff’s Court for possessing child pornography. Longmuir was suspended from his job at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary and refused to comment when he left court.

Longmuir had pleaded guilty to having indecent films, videos and photos of children at his Edinburgh home. He also admitted making indecent photos of children at his home in March 1998. Yet his lawyer, Robbie Burnett, told Edinburgh Sheriff Court that Longmuir was ‘not a paedophile and was not someone who engages in child sex nor somebody terribly interested in child porn’. Burnett concluded that ‘he deplores and disapproves of the exploitation of children for any of these purposes’.

Lothian and Borders Police serious crime squad officers found the material after a raid on Derek Longmuir’s home in Sept 1998 following a tip-off. Police seized computers, videos and floppy disks from the house, which were pointed out to the officers by Longmuir. Twenty-two videos and six projector reels were seized which contained child porn. 1,000 images were recovered from the 73 floppy disks confiscated – some of those showed sex involving children. Which is a great deal of child porn to be found in the possession of someone who is not terribly interested in it.

Sheriff Isobel Poole only sentenced Longmuir after receiving psychiatric, social inquiry and community service reports.

Longmuir did have to leave his nursing job after he was convicted, but only because of the fuss that the media made. He was later allowed to continue working as a nurse.

 

Robbie Burnett, the lawyer who mounted a valiant defence of Derek and his child porn, was educated at George Heriot’s School in Edinburgh and studied law at Edinburgh University. After leaving University, Robbie became an apprentice at Drummond & Co/Drummond Miller, later becoming assistant and then partner in 1978. Robbie left Drummond Miller in 1993 to establish Burnett Christie, which expanded by taking in McCourts in 2003 to become Burnett Christie Knowles McCourts (BKCM).

Robbie Burnett is a former President of the Edinburgh Bar Association and a member of both the Law Society Criminal Committee and the Scottish Criminal Rules Council. He became a Senior Solicitor Advocate in 2009.

The very understanding Sheriff, Isobel Poole, was awarded an OBE in the 2013 New Year Honours List. The award was for services to justice in Scotland and to the community in Edinburgh. Isobel was admitted to the Faculty of Advocates in 1964 and appointed a Sheriff of Lothian & Borders in 1979. She served full time, principally in Edinburgh, until 2007. After that she continued as a part time Sheriff. Isobel Poole is a member of the Scottish Lawyers’ European Group and has also served on the Sheriffs’ Council.

 

As for John Smith’s widow Elizabeth, she was educated at Hutchesons’ Girls Grammar School and Glasgow University. She is president of Scottish Opera and served as Chairman of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, 1995-12. She is also a Governor of the English-Speaking Union and a Board member of the Centre for European Reform.

Elizabeth was given a peerage in Feb 1995. The Baroness has claimed more than £600,000 in expenses since 2002, when she asked a written question to the Ministers.

Presumably Elizabeth knows nearly as much as her late husband did about figures in the Labour Party – including the Party’s leaders – concealing the organised abuse of children and the associated criminality. Elizabeth’s daughter Sarah Smith is a Scottish TV journalist, which might be another reason why we have heard so little about it.

 

I was listening to the play for voices, ‘Under Milk Wood’, earlier. Dylan Thomas was inspired to write it after he stayed at New Quay in west Wales, but some of the names and phrases in the poem brought back memories of the everyday story of service user folk in north Wales, so here’s a little tribute to Dafydd:

To begin at the beginning…
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are
sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers,
the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher,
postman and publican, the undertaker and Lucille the fancy woman,
Slob Ingham the drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, Elfed the corrupt policeman, the webfoot
cocklewomen and the tidy wives…

Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding through the
Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of
Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed;
tumbling by the Sailors Arms*

Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the
slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you
can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the coms and petticoats
over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth,
Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the
eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes
and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes
and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.
From where you are, you can hear their dreams.

FIRST DEAD

Remember me, Dafydd?

I’m Mavis – found dead after I walked out of the Hergest Unit and no-one noticed that I’d gone until they found my body…

Remember me Dafydd?

SECOND DEAD

I’m Simon – I was a witness to your wrongdoing who developed meningitis and the Top Docs told me that I had flu…I died in Ysbyty Gwynedd at 17 years old…

Dafydd, Dafydd, remember me?

THIRD DEAD

I’m Wayne – I told a friend that the mental health services had ruined my life and I threw myself under a train… after my death an Angel told a friend that I’d wanted to die and that was that…

I’m rattling my chains as well Dafydd…

FOURTH DEAD

It’s Delyth Dafydd – I died shortly after the day centre in the Hergest Unit was closed down when I was sent to a mediocore ‘care home’ miles away…

The skull at your ear Dafydd is…

FIFTH DEAD

Foxy – found dead after choking to death in another ‘care home’ where I was observed every twenty minutes but my body wasn’t found for more than an hour…

SIXTH DEAD

I’m Ann, killed in a head-on car crash which left my former boyfriend brain damaged, after I witnessed what happened to Sally…

SEVENTH DEAD

Dr Antonio – stabbed myself to death in the heart after months of ill health whilst my colleagues called me a hypochondriac…

EIGHTH DEAD

I’m Richard – killed myself whilst working as a male midwife at Ysbyty Gwynedd and left a suicide note behind saying that no-one could imagine the sort of things that were happening there…

NINTH DEAD

I’m Lil, worked for Professor Fergus Lowe and was married to a Hergest nurse – I was taken ill and could not be saved by Ysbyty Gwynedd…

TENTH DEAD

I’m Bob – a psychiatrist at Hergest who was taken ill and guess what, I died in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd as well..

ELEVENTH DEAD

My dad was framed for sex offences and I died at Ysbyty Gwynedd a few years later when they switched off my life-support. Because I was as drunk as a deacon – but actually one of my friends still has the suicide note that I left behind…

UNFORTUNATELY I’M STILL ALIVE – Remember me Dafydd, Dr Devakumar, a BMA psychiatrist and your old buddy – Does anybody want a fight???

TWELFTH DEAD

I’m Brian – another witness who was killed in a car crash which didn’t involve another vehicle and I was always such a good driver, no-one could explain it…

THIRTEENTH DEAD – AND PROBABLY INFECTED A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE BEFORE HE DIED

The son of Lord Cut-Glass, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – I was known to be sexually abusing boys in care in Wrexham but nonetheless I had one such boy arrested for ‘theft’ and sent to a detention centre – I died of AIDS in 1993…

Oh diolch yn fawr Dafydd bach, we Cut-Glasses are so grateful for all your help…none of us ever went to prison…we came to a bad end…very enjoyable…

FOURTEENTH DEAD

I’m Vince – rang the Hergest Unit late one night and explained that I was suicidal. I was found dead a few hours later.

FIFTEENTH DEAD

I’m Martin – found dead on the road near Bethesda after I’d witnessed Gwynedd Social Services denying a father access to his baby after framing him because he reported the abuse of four children and the guilty family did a deal with the paedophiles’ friends…

MURDER!!!

Dafydd, the no good boyo… Cross his palm with silver – and he’ll do anything..

Time passes…

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation – there’s Dafydd Iwan singing a tribute to Dafydd the Brave Welsh Psychiatrist and Elinor Bennett playing her harp and Gruff Rhys and the Super Furries, Gruff Rhys who’s dad was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the children’s homes were full of paedophiles…

Then there’s Gossamer Beynon, wife of Leighton Andrews…

And we always think, before we tumble into bed, of all those patients who are dead, dead, dead…

Look mam! – Dafydd is crying, he’s got a nose like strawberries …

Oh no he’s not crying, we were mistaken…he’s pissing himself laughing whilst he counts his money

YCHAFI!

(I could write a version of the song about people giving Gwennie a penny in return for a kiss in Milk Wood, but in view of what Dafydd, Lucille and John Allen were actually doing to the kids in care, it would end up a lot more unpleasant that Thomas’s original.)

 

* There is a Sailors Arms in Beaumaris and in the late 1990s two of the barmen there were student nurses at Ysbyty Gwynedd. One was a student psychiatric nurse called Dave who was thrown off the course for reasons that he would not come clean about, but he continued to work as the manager of a truly dreadful EMI home on Anglesey owned by a business associate of Dafydd’s. When on night duty this man would make himself comfortable and sleep throughout the entire shift. I witnessed him pick up an elderly lady who had fallen out of bed and, whilst swearing at her, throw her back onto the bed. On another occasion he described a patient – in front of her – as ‘the creature from the swamp’. Dafydd’s mate who owned the ‘care home’ was under police investigation at the time and was forced to sell the business. It didn’t hinder Dave – the man who hated patients so much was offered a job as a care home manager in Coventry.

 

NB. To those Who Care, who might wish to accuse me of insensitivity and may well be gearing up for howls of ‘OOOH look what she’s said now’ – perhaps you could remind me of the occasions on which any of you raised concerns about this nightmare? Or indeed let me know who among you has had to flee Wales after a number of attempts to kill you and is now in hiding?

 

 

Gems from the ‘Daily Post’ over the last few days –

Lawrence Kenwright, the businessman who wants to turn what is left of the North Wales Hospital into a luxury hotel, has explained that he wants a Victorian asylum theme, with guests being greeted by men in white coats no less.  None of them wore white coats at Denbigh Lawrence, the Angels wore military style uniforms with pips on their shoulders and Dafydd wore filthy old Al Capone suits which didn’t fit him properly. However I am sure that if a VIP had turned up, white coats would have been donned to give the impression that this was actually a hospital.

Various local people have supported Lawrence’s idea on the grounds that it will provide jobs for local people. Lawrence may well find himself inundated with applications from staff of the Betsi, who are now forming an exodus.

Lawrence might not know this, but Dafydd’s son Deiniol ap Dafydd is a foodie who runs a bistro and deli business in Llanrwst, Blas ar Fwyd. Dafydd will no doubt be looking for opportunities to flog Deiniol’s produce, so Lawrence might soon be receiving a phone call.  Deiniol’s puddings and cakes are a bit too sugary for my taste. I met Deiniol at a food fayre once, he had no idea who I was, but he was very pleasant and friendly and fed me sausages. I spent the whole time thinking ‘you don’t know me BUT…’ What made it even more bizarre was that I was with a friend who had ended up in prison as a result of the paedophiles’ friends and who had encountered Dafydd and his ‘nursing homes’ and he was fed morsels by Deiniol as well, but he had no idea at all who Deiniol’s dad was. I had to enlighten him afterwards.

I have another story re an encounter with a different offspring of Dafydd’s – it is for a future post.

 

The ‘Daily Post’ ran a feature comparing house prices in different parts of north Wales. The most expensive house featured was a cottage in Rhosneigr. Rhosneigr is known for its second homes. In fact Duncan Orme, the Bangor University Welfare Officer in 1984, who was the first person whom I met who wet himself at the thought of challenging Gwynne the lobotomist (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), has a second home near Rhosneigr. Duncan ended up as Finance Director for an NHS Trust in Staffordshire! Start as you mean to go on Duncan – pursue a whole career ignoring criminality and patient harm and you too can have a second home on Anglesey that none of the locals could afford even as their main residence.

So what was the cheapest home that the Post featured? It was a flat above a shop in Victoria Place, Bethesda. In days gone by, it would have housed a young single person or a service user, but they couldn’t afford it now. The flat was next door to what used to be the Bethesda Surgery, where Drs Gareth Jones, Nicky Heinersdorff, Paul Nickson and John Mithan knew about very nearly everything that I have detailed on this blog yet remained completely silent. Whilst they lived in the best houses in the area and drove the most expensive cars. How about a plaque to the fallen a la the plaque to paedophiles’ friend Val Feld which has recently been attached to the wall of the Senedd (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’)? The Tomb of the Unknown Service User in the centre of Bethesda might be more appropriate, the retired GPs couldn’t miss that as they drive past in their expensive cars on their generous pensions whilst they ignore the local graveyards which are full of their victims.

The Post also reported on the gender pay gap in north Wales. Consistent with Theresa May’s bright idea of publishing datasets with absolutely no analysis in her battle against inequality, the ‘Daily Post’ has mentioned that Cartrefi Cymru has only a gender pay gap of 1% – in favour of women. Women who work for this company earn MORE than men. So what is this business that emerges from Theresa’s exercise smelling of roses? Cartrefi Cymru is a chain of homes for people with learning disabilities and severe autism. Some of their clients have physical disabilities as well.

I met one of their managers a couple of years ago, a former Angel from St George’s Hospital Medical School no less. She was, incredibly enough, very impressive. Her attitude was spot on and she had some very good ideas with regard as to how to provide care and support to a group of adult whose difficulties are such that most people find it very difficult – and exhausting – to care for them. However she did admit that the pay offered by Cartrefi  Cymru was pitiful, particularly in return for such a taxing job. Support workers – which make up nearly all of Cartrefi’s staff – are paid the national minimum wage. When I chatted to this lady, the Gov’t had just introduced new regulations to ensure that support workers working night shifts were paid much more. In response to this directive, the senior managers at Cartrefi had redefined everybody’s shifts and hours to ensure that no-one actually received an increase in pay.

The reason why women at Cartrefi Cymru earn more than men is that most of the home managers are Angels and are thus paid a bit more than the support workers, many of whom are male. But no-one gets very much at Cartrefi, despite the dedication and high standards of the lady whom I met.

The shite pay received by Cartrefi Cymru staff is a result of decisions made by the Directors of Cartrefi. One of whom is a Dr Peter Higson, old mate of Dafydd’s and at present Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board…

Peter Higson, although he has now retired from a lifetime of concealing crime in the NHS and is thus in receipt of a fat pension, also receives very generous remuneration for his three days a weeks or whatever Chairing the Betsi – more than most people in north Wales earn in their full time jobs.

 

The Welsh media are reporting on Rod Liddle insulting the Welsh. As well as suggesting that all sane people would wish to exit Wales as soon as humanly possible, Liddle has made the standard insult about the Welsh language not having any vowels. Paedophiles’ friend Hywel Williams sent out a tweet explaining that the English for ‘ignorant’ has three vowels, whereas the Welsh word for ‘ignorant’ is ‘anwybodus’, which has four vowels. Which is the most sensible  point that I have ever noticed Hywel Williams make – it beats conjuring up lame excuses for the lethal mental health services or begging for a prison to be built in Caernarfon to fill with the the paedophiles’ victims.

Meri Huws has announced that she is now assembling a team to deal with Rod Liddle. Meri, I’m sure that he’s quaking in his boots. I think Rod works or did work at ‘The Spectator’. In terms of a shagfest, Rod and co make Meri look like an amateur.

 

Theresa has announced another £75 million for prostate cancer research which ‘will save thousands of lives’. There has now been an admission that previous prostrate cancer research was barking up the wrong tree and that the PSI test does not identify men at risk. So Theresa’s given another £75 million to the people who persisted with that particular lie although they knew that their results had not lived up to their subsequent claims.

 

There is much wailing and gnashing of teeth over the latest outrage regarding the use of chemical weapons in Syria. Yet again western politicians are fuming impotently over the genocidal ambitions of Bashar al-Assad. Bashar is of course a Top Doctor who spent four years undertaking postgrad work at the Western Eye Hospital in London, immediately before returning to Syria in his capacity as heir apparent. The Western Eye Hospital is run by Imperial College Healthcare NHS Trust, who also employ so many of those cancer experts who are going to save thousands of lives with Theresa’s £75 million quid.

In 2000 Bashar received 99.7% of the vote in a democratic election. He is as popular as that other Top Doctor Dafydd. In the 1990s when I and another patient constantly challenged the Hergest Unit over the presence of Dafydd there, we were told that ‘the patients want to see him, they like him’.

 

Blair was wheeled out on the ‘Today’ programme this morning to talk about the Good Friday agreement, which people are now claiming is not quite the solution that Blair told everybody that it was. Blair still isn’t fessing up to the role played in the peace process by the deal re the Kincora Boys’ Home. There has never been a full investigation into Kincora and it was specifically excluded from the major inquiry into the abuse of children in N Ireland.

Blair’s mate Mo Mowlam was credited with much of the success of the N Ireland peace process. Mo was the MP for Redcar. Redcar is in Cleveland. Mo was elected as MP on 11 June 1987. Bang in the middle of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Mo did not say a word about any of it. Or about the paedophile ring which had been in operation in the area for years and which was working hand in glove with Dafydd.

In 2001 Mo’s seat was succeeded by that very good paedophiles’ friend, Vera Baird (see post ‘Sisters Are Indeed Doing It For Themselves’).

I will write more about Mo soon.

 

 

Just A Language Divide?

I was an undergrad at UCNW (now Bangor University) between 1981-84.

When I arrived to study at Bangor in Oct 1981 I knew very little about Welsh politics or the battles over the Welsh language. I was aware that there was a struggle going on because the English media had of course reported on the Meibion Glyndwr firebombing campaign and I remember that an insulting letter had been published in (I think) the Daily Telegraph asserting that absolutely no-one spoke Welsh any longer, that the demands of Welsh language campaigners were fatuous nonsense and a manifestation of ‘extremist’ politics. A furious response was elicited from north Wales and I remembered that someone – a Council leader or Mayor or someone in some such position – had appeared on TV presenting his case in Welsh. There were a lot of Welsh teachers at my school in Somerset but nearly all of them were from south Wales and I can only think of one from the north who probably spoke Welsh.

When I went for my interview at Bangor I wandered around the town and was able to report back to everyone in Somerset that yes, they do speak Welsh, I heard it in every shop that I entered and it really was not a case of ‘we went in a pub where they were all speaking English but as soon as we went in they started speaking Welsh’. I also noticed the graffiti all over Top College screaming ‘English Go Home’ – there were slogans in Welsh as well, but obviously I didn’t know what they said. However I did manage to work out what the notices insisting on ‘Dim Smygu’ meant and my translation was confirmed when I heard Welsh people reiterating the instruction as ‘dim smocio’.

When I arrived at Bangor to live and study, the bad feeling between some Welsh speaking students and the rest of the college could not be missed. The student newspaper was reporting on a huge punch-up that had taken place the term previously, in which a student from south Wales had been chucked through a window in the Students Union by a group of students from north Wales. The man who had gone through the window had been trying to intervene in a dispute between a group of Welsh speaking students and English students. The man from south Wales had told the Welsh speakers ‘I’m Welsh too’ – he was informed that ‘You’re not fucking Welsh’ and was thrown through the window.

One of the halls of residence was a Welsh speaking hall and it was made quite clear that if non-Welsh speakers crossed the threshold we’d be thumped. In terms of student protests, all the action took place at the Welsh speaking hall – at one point the students conducted quite an impressive sit-in which lasted a long time. They were sustained by food and essentials being delivered to them through the upper floor windows by their mates who had set up a system using ropes and pulleys. From time to time groups of Welsh speaking students would tour the university and tear down every notice that was written in English.

After a while I learnt that there was rather more to what was going on than was made public. Rats! It’s ‘that woman’ (as Dafydd used to refer to me) again – she’s been digging…

I found out that students had applied to live in the Welsh hall because understandably they liked the idea of living in a Welsh speaking environment – but that the hall was dominated by a small group of complete bastards of whom all the other students were terrified and who were making their lives a misery. The bastards were alleged to be out of control and one of them – I think that they were all male – was seriously violent. The non-bastards lived in fear of being seen socialising with us. The Welsh students had their own Students Union – it was above the Belle Vue pub – and they would not set foot in our Students Union. The rule was enforced by a three line whip from the bastards and a kicking would be applied to anyone defying orders.

Years later I discovered that the Principal of UCNW, Sir Charles Evans – Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate, who was kind enough to allow so many people involved in the facilitating of a paedophile and sex trafficking gang to set up home in the college – was perceived to have handled the grievances of the Welsh speaking students so badly that his intransigence had made the situation much, much worse. Charles Evans had grown up in north Wales, was a Welsh speaker himself, went to Shrewsbury School and then to Oxford University. He had worked as a neurosurgeon in Liverpool (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Charles Evans was one of the 1953 conquering heroes of Everest – the leader of the Everest expedition was Lord John Hunt who worked for the security services and later became the Commander of Sandhurst (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy’) – and took the view that the best way of doing things was to do what you wanted and bloody well ensure that the rest of the world did what it was told. This no doubt stood him in very good stead when he was climbing mountains and it probably helped when he developed multiple sclerosis as well, but it wasn’t the best way of managing a university whilst employing some of your mates who were running a paedophile gang.

I have mentioned previously that in 1979 the problems at UCNW were so severe that Dafydd Wigley, the then MP for Caernarfon, demanded that Shirley Williams, then then Secretary of State for Education, hold an inquiry into the management of the college. It didn’t happen and the chaos and unhappiness continued. It would of course all have been brought to an end if anyone had blown the whistle on the paedophile gang which were supplying children to civil servants and politicians, some of which would soon hold office in Thatcher’s Gov’t. But no-one did because they were all so bloody compromised, Shirl and Dafydd Wigley included.

Not only did I find out that the Welsh speaking students were boycotting the English Students Union, but they were also refusing to use the Student Health Centre – the Health Centre which was run by Dr DGE Wood and employed Gwynne the lobotomist, who were facilitating the paedophile gang. By 1983/84, the Welsh students were going so apeshit about the Student Health Centre that they were demanding the sacking of DGE Wood. Wood was furious – his story was that they were ‘Welsh extremists’ and wanted him out because he didn’t speak Welsh. From what I know about matters north Wales, that is often the excuse used to demand someone’s removal when there is a rather bigger problem which no-one dares actually admit to. It can be used to remove someone honest who is in danger of uncovering a barrel of shite – but it is also used to remove someone causing serious problems who is enjoying the protection of the highest echelons and cannot be removed any other way. What if some of those Welsh students knew about the paedophile gang and Wood assisting Dafydd and Gwynne into forcing young women into prostitution? The issue between the Welsh students and the Student Health Centre COULDN’T have really been language – Gwynne, like Dafydd, was from north Wales, spoke Welsh and made a great pretence of defending all things and all people Welsh. The Student Health Centre nurse Liz Stables was from Anglesey and her first language was Welsh – she too staunchly defended everything Welsh.  Things got so bad that the University dispatched Liz up to the Welsh Students Union in an attempt to get them to drop their opposition to Wood and tempt them into the Student Health Centre. They did not succumb.

Wood was completely shafting English students who did not know about Dafydd and Gwynne and their dreadful reputation. Whilst giving every pretence of being a sensible rather conservative old fashioned GP, Wood sent certain students whom he targeted into the hands of a brutal sex trafficking gang, at a time before the general public were ever aware that such practices existed in the UK. He then systematically wrecked the lives of anyone who dared complain or caught a glimpse of the enormity of the wrongdoing. Wood even arranged jobs abroad for some people to get them out of the way even when the idea of emigrating horrified them and they were barely coping with life in the UK. A student whom I knew at Bangor found out about the corruption in the North Wales Police – she and her house mate had been constantly threatened, harassed and stitched up by the drug squad and I suspect that they realised that this was part of something much bigger. She infuriated Wood because she refused to go to Australia to take up a job that he was attempting to coerce her into accepting. Her housemate left Bangor to take up a job in the US – which as I remember was something to do with Wood’s wife, who was a lecturer in the School of Plant Biology. I’d be most interested to find out whether those two women are still alive – or whether, like so many people who knew that something terrible was going on in north Wales at that time, they have been killed in car accidents/found dead of drug overdoses/not managed to survive heroic attempts of Top Doctors to save their lives but instead have succumbed to conditions which other people usually survive.

Wood’s victims were English because the sort of better educated Welsh speakers whose children went to Bangor to study would never have handed their own children over to Dafydd and Gwynne.

This was brought home to me a few years ago when someone whom I became friends with in my 40s told me that she had begun a degree in music at Bangor in 1981, but withdrew after a truly unhappy time. She was a Welsh speaker, had been terrorised by the intimidating bastards in the Welsh speaking hall, had alleged that Professor William Matthias the Great was trying it on with the students and she had ended up with serious depression. Her mum and dad looked after her at home on the grounds that under no circumstances was she going to see the psychiatrist at UCNW – Gwynne the lobotomist. His reputation was well-known in Wales – it was English people who were fed bollocks by Wood about Gwynne’s ‘considerable success’.

I have mentioned the very bad behaviour of a small number of Welsh speaking students. There were a small number of self-appointed leaders of the English speaking students who might like to explain a few things to the police even after all these years.

Fiona Woolmer, the Wimmin’s Officer, who bombarded female undergrads with shite that she believed was coming from a feminist perspective. Woolmer knew all about the St David’s laundry (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’) and it was Fiona who was producing the literature to give to female students with advice on how to obtain an abortion privately in Chester because abortions could not be obtained anywhere in north Wales on the NHS. She will have known that this was a result of the crazed, abusive local Top Doctors and she will have known about the bloody trade in local disadvantaged girls and women – including the victims of the paedophile gang – and in their babies. Unless she was completely daft she will also have understood the horror within the arrangement that women seeking an abortion on the NHS had to stay at the North Wales Hospital to be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd – although they would be denied an abortion anyway, because of the Top Doctors arrangement. Like me, Fiona must have realised that there was an issue of disappearing babies. Fiona didn’t utter a word about any of it.

Duncan Orme, the Welfare Officer – who the last I heard just a few years ago was the Financial Director for an NHS Trust in Staffordshire. Duncan was the first person apart from Brown whom I consulted about Gwynne the lobotomist. Duncan admitted that Gwynne was a disaster and he confirmed that there had been attempted suicides because of Williams’s conduct. When I did not back down and stated that I did not intend to withdraw my complaint Duncan told me that I would get a ‘bad name’ for myself if I didn’t keep quiet about this, crapped himself and fled.

Well Duncan, who do you think has ended up with a bad name now then? Someone who was targeted by a gang of paedophiles and by a miracle survived whilst many more of their victims were found dead, or a dipstick like you who is working in a senior capacity in the most disgraced region of the UK’s NHS, which has become a byword for patients dying as a result of the decisions taken by you and your colleagues?

Fran Tate. Tate became the Welfare Officer after I graduated and remained there for years. Fran also worked for the CAB when she was young – and I am told has returned there again now that she has retired. The CAB which included among its senior managers Lucille Hughes – Dafydd’s mistress, former Director of Gwynedd Social Services and facilitator of the paedophile gang. Tate ended up as Head of Student Services and spent many happy years conducting personal vendettas against people who had spilt the paedophiles’ pints – she came after me on two occasions (see post ‘Disability Support’).

Some years ago allegations flew after Tate was appointed to a job in the University for which she wasn’t qualified and couldn’t do, but for which she was paid an awful lot of money. I was told variously that she had dirt on the VC, dirt on the VC’s wife and dirt on a friend of the VC. No, I very much doubt that she did – all three of those people had spilt the paedophiles’ pints themselves and one of them ended up dying at the hands of the Top Doctors. Fran was a mate of Dafydd and Lucille’s network and that gets people a long way, including into the Lords. So how did Fran wangle a job if the most senior person in the University was not a paedophiles’ friend? Quite simply – the VC’s wife died and whilst she was dying, for many months Bangor University was run by the Senior PVC, the late Professor Fergus Lowe. Fungus could not be described as a paedophiles’ friend, because Fungus wasn’t anybody’s friend. However Fungus had overthrown Dafydd in the School of Psychology back in the 1980s and had implemented an equally tyrannical regime built on his knowledge of the paedophiles’ friends and their activities (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). Fungus wasn’t as thick as many of those we know and love and he wasn’t a member of the Mafia of Drips either – he’ll have known everything about all of them and will have used it in every way that he could. Fran bagged the job that everybody knew that she shouldn’t have had whilst Fungus had his hands on the organs of government at Bangor.

Just clearing a few names Fran! My only regret is that Fungus died unexpectedly (yes, another toxic git who would have been in a position to do massive damage who pegged out just as the demands for a re-investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were made in Parliament a few years ago) so never lived to read this blog. He certainly knew that I was planning to expose them all – it was well known that I thought that it would be entertaining to stand up in public on an occasion when the wonders of Fungus and the School of Psychology were being extolled and yell out ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’ and detail his crimes. Before I left Bangor, on every occasion on which I was having coffee with a mate or even just chatting to someone around the University, I’d turn around and there would be Fungus standing right behind me listening in. It happened so frequently that it will not have been a coincidence. Oh well the old bugger’s dead, but all of those who toadied to him are still with us.

I suspect that Fungus and/or Dafydd hold the key to yet another north Wales mystery that I have pondered over for a long while. I have described on this blog previously how when I lived near Bethesda in the 1990s one of my neighbours, a young man in the RAF, announced his intentions to read medicine. This man was able but what really freaked Bethesda out was that he was quite mad and given to outbursts of violence. He kicked someone’s cat across the garden on the grounds that he didn’t like cats. He then acquired a pup but didn’t seem able to train it – as a result the pup wouldn’t do things like come when it was called or walk on a lead, so his way of dealing with this was to completely lose his rag and inflict uncontrolled violence on the pup. One one occasion he injured the pup so seriously that it nearly died and the vet threatened to prosecute the potential Top Doctor if there was a repeat performance. Some time after this his girlfriend left him, taking their baby and denied him access on the grounds that he had been violent to her and was a danger to their baby. Neighbours expressed serious concerns that one day this man might turn up in a hospital near them.

Despite all that I knew about the wrongdoing of the Top Doctors, I did not think that this would happen. I knew that this man had experienced some sort of breakdown whilst in the RAF – according to some sources as a result of some psychological experiments in which he had participated – and one only had to talk to him for about 10 minutes to realise that something was wrong. Then he told me that his first choice of medical school was Guys and Tommys. I knew that there was stiff competition for places at this institution – particularly for mature students – and I also knew that medical schools obsess about students with any sort of perceived mental health problem and were turning down applications from high performing students who had previously suffered from anorexia. I therefore presumed that a man who was identifiably mad with a history of violence would not slip through even the very inadequate net of the Top Doctors. Furthermore, he had taken a job at Ysbyty Gwynedd as a porter during a gap year to Experience Life In A Hospital. He certainly did – I was told that he was known to be having sex with a whole variety of people on the premises during working hours and indeed was being described to third parties as the porter who ‘shags anything that moves’.

So imagine my surprise when he greeted me one day and cheerily told me that he had been for his interview at Guys and Tommys, that he had had a brilliant time with them and that they had observed that he was ex-forces which was great by them. He was in!

As the jaws of the good burghers of Bethesda hit the floor, the budding Top Doctor departed for London. He kept his cottage near Bethesda and returned from time to time. I was told that he had experienced another breakdown – however he wasn’t kicked off the course and I wondered if perhaps someone might have actually done the right thing for once, looked after him and made a positive difference. A few years later I bumped into him in Bangor – he was dressed in the sort of gear that Chris Eubank wears, which is a matter of personal choice but was a bit unusual for Bangor High Street. He told me that he had qualified, worked for a while – and had now been given a five year contract with the North West Wales NHS Trust as a psychiatrist in the Hergest Unit! He explained that the Trust had great problems attracting British graduates, so they snapped him up immediately.

About a year later I had yet another massive battle with the Hergest Unit, the one which culminated in the Hergest Unit trying to frame me for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’. I was told that this man had been appointed as my doctor. I didn’t actually mention all that I knew about him, I just told the Hergest Unit that he was my former neighbour, I had known him personally for a number of years and that it would be totally inappropriate for him to be my doctor. I was simply told that he was my doctor and that was that. At the same time, the Hergest Unit appointed a healthcare assistant who was actually one of the students whom I was teaching in the local FE college in Bangor as one of the staff on the ward to which I had been admitted. According to the Hergest Unit there was not a problem with that either. I got off lightly – I was told by one Hergest patient that her named Angel had been at school with her and had bullied her throughout their time there and continued with very similar conduct when in post at the Hergest.

As part of my complaint about the numerous incidents of gross misconduct on the part of the NW Wales NHS Trust at that time, I made representation to the GMC about my former neighbour and gave them the reasons why he was unfit to practice and the many examples of unacceptable conduct that had been evident on his part whilst I was in the Hergest Unit, yet alone for the many previous years throughout which I’d known him. I received a letter from the GMC telling me that they would not be investigating my complaint against him further – the Top Doctor himself had chosen not to comment in response to my complaint, but Keith Thomson, the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, had written to the GMC explaining that there were no concerns about this man’s conduct and that I had made ‘outrageous allegations’ about his staff.

Some two years later I was told that the Top Doctor had carried out such a violent attack on his wife that she had been sectioned as a consequence of her own distress and that his two children had been taken into care as a result of serious neglect. Neighbours alleged that he had terrorised and controlled his wife, not allowing her to leave the house or to speak to anyone.

I have previously not named this Top Doctor, because I accept that he had very big problems of his own – however, that lot just won’t come clean and we are still hearing how all the NHS needs is a few more billion and what a problem the bastard patients are who are all violent/old/obese/miss their appointments.

So would anyone like to explain how Dr Andy Jones ever gained a place at Guys and Tommys, qualified and then worked for a number of years at Ysbyty Gwynedd? Perhaps the hospital chaplain the Rev Wynne Roberts could shed some light on this – Wynne was a friend of Andy’s, knew much of what I have written about here and also knew that patients at the Hergest Unit were being abused. That’s Wynne the hospital chaplain who was sacked from his previous position as a Church in Wales vicar after having an extra-marital affair with a parishioner, who sits on Mental Health Tribunals as well as on various service users and carers committees in north Wales and was or is a member of the Ethics Committee for the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University (see post ‘Music Therapy Anyone?’).

Outrageous appointments and behaviour rather than outrageous allegations I think Thomson.

The reason that I always wondered whether Fungus or Dafydd were involved with the inexplicable acceptance of Andy Jones as a student at Guys and Tommys was that the only connection that Andy had with the healthcare or academic world was his brother, who had at some point been associated with the School of Psychology at Bangor. I was told in about 1990 that Andy’s brother ‘was a psychologist at Bangor University’ and that Andy was both envious of and felt overshadowed by him. Andy’s brother would definitely have known Fungus if he’d been working in the School of Psychology at that time and if he’d been there since just two years or so earlier he’d definitely have known Dafydd as well – Andy’s family were from Anglesey which was Dafydd’s domain, so they may well have known Dafydd anyway. North Wales heaved with people who seemed to think that the best career move that they could make was to go and have a word with dear old Dafydd and toady like there was no tomorrow.

I think that this might have been the reason why Dafydd found me so hard to cope with after I failed to accept his generous offer of a place at Liverpool Medical School in return for dropping my complaint about him – Dafydd really freaked out on the phone after this and yelled at me ‘any NORMAL woman would never carry on like you, any NORMAL woman would have some respect’ – there were quite extensive guidelines given as to what any NORMAL woman does, but I wasn’t taking notes at the time so I didn’t catch all the criteria. I also regret that the name of the Professor at Liverpool with whom Dafydd claimed to be mates and who was going to get me the place if I dropped my complaint escaped me – he was definitely Professor Richard someone, but whereas I was usually ready for a good laugh when Dafydd got going I was so gobsmacked at the overt attempt at bribery that his surname didn’t register. I’m sure that one of the other corrupt Top Docs knows who the Chair of Serious Organised Crime at Liverpool was.

I note that Andy applied to a London medical school – the usual avenues of cronyism and nepotism for the families of paedophiles’ friends in north Wales was Cardiff or Liverpool. It is clear from this blog that Dafydd had plenty of contacts among corrupt Top Docs in London, but his old mate Jim Watson from the Maudsley later established a sex therapy empire at Guys and Tommys and then became Head of the Academic Department pf Psychiatry there – Watson didn’t retire until 2000, so he will have still been in post when Andy Jones was offered a place at Guys and Tommys and throughout Andy’s training (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

The hopelessness of the support from the Top Doctors for students in distress at UCNW was evident a few months before the finals in early 1984 (or it might have been late in 1983) when a student hung himself in the male hall Emrys Evans. I stress the hopelessness of the support from the Top Doctors – although there were the paedophiles’ friends on the loose within UCNW, the college was actually an incredibly friendly institution and the students were a nice lot, as were many staff. The problem was the people who were being to paid to look after the welfare of the students. People were horrified when the news got out that someone had been found hanging in Emrys Evans – it was said that one of the cleaners had found him. It transpired that it was one of the Welsh speaking students from the seriously dysfunctional School of Agriculture – in which Mary Wynch had been working when Dafydd had unlawfully arrested and banged her up in the North Wales Hospital and which was ruled over by the dreadful J.B. Owen from who students were fleeing (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’).

None of us knew anything about the dead student at all. Well he’d been prevented from getting to know any of us by the regime ruled over by Big Bastard from the Welsh speaking hall – who I seem to remember was an agric himself – and he wasn’t going to risk encountering Gwynne and Dafydd even if they did speak the same language. The warden of Emrys Evans was Tony Jones who had links to some of the corrupt police officers in the North Wales Police and who got on very well with some of the students but made the lives of others such a misery that they lived in fear of him. I really do wonder what was happening to that student to cause him to hang himself.

There were other shenanigans that I have touched on previously going on in the English Students Union which were widely known about – the Irish student Aidan who had links with the IRSP (Irish Republican Socialist Party) and was doing a roaring trade in copies of ‘The Starry Plough’; the scandal involving the NUS President who nicked all the funds and was booted out; the man called Martyn who led the Gay Rights Soc – the Gay Rights Society was particularly active at Bangor and Martyn seemed to do very well campaigning on a UK-wide level; and the Bangor student who got beaten up at the NUS conference because he supported the SDP. The madness prevailing in the Students Union at Bangor must have been known about by the NUS exec at a national level – Sue Slipman from Lampeter had been the Communist President of the NUS a few years previously and had then joined Dr Death in the SDP in 1981, she’ll have known something about it. The Sue Slipman who became tangled up with the NCCL during its paedophiles’ rights years and went on to a glorious career Chairing NHS Trusts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). The dreadful Phil Woolas, a twat of the highest order, NUS President 1984-86- and later the Blairite Minister for Immigration who ended up leaving politics under a cloud – will have known about some of the action at Bangor as well.

Whilst I was a student I was told by a local Welsh speaker that most of the students in the Welsh speaking hall ended up as teachers in Gwynedd or working for Gwynedd County Council because they refused to work through the medium of English – those were really the only professional jobs which existed in which one would never have to speak English. When I was older I met a few such people who had worked for Gwynedd County Council – after a few years they were leaving in distress, some of them having taken extended periods of sick leave for serious work related stress. The name Dafydd Iwan was mentioned to me a number of times in terms of the poisonous regime which he was alleged to have cultivated in his capacity as the leader of Gwynedd County Council and who was ruthlessly hounding people who were not members of his clique.

Dafydd Iwan did of course write a tribute song for Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – on the grounds that Dafydd was a Welsh hero and leading the field in PTSD work. Dafydd only started claiming to be a PTSD expert relatively late in his career – it pretty much coincided with the demands for an inquiry into the suspected paedophile ring which was thought to be operating in the children’s homes run by Gwynedd and Clwyd Councils.

Another ditty from the pen of Dafydd Iwan is ‘Ciosg Talysarn’, a song about the telephone box in Talysarn which was reputed to be bugged by MI5. Which it might well have been – I imagine that north Wales was crawling with people working for MI5, after all there was Irish Republican activity in the Students Union at Bangor University. There was also a paedophile ring in operation in the region – a paedophile ring which it has now been admitted was being concealed by the security services because it involved a Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t. I tell you which telephone box MI5 will have been bugging though Dafydd Iwan – it will have been the ciosg in Rachub. Because that was the one that I was using in my attempts to pursue my complaints about Dafydd and the paedophiles and for my calls to friends to give them the latest info that I’d dug up on Dafydd et al. It was my friends who were found dead and hounded out of jobs in academia and the media, not yours. You remained in Gwynedd County Council and pursued your record producing activities with SAIN, your brother Alun Ffred – a UCNW graduate himself -had a media career with HTV and S4C, took over as leader of the revamped Gwynedd County Council in 1996 after the old Gwynedd County Council conveniently disappeared upon the publication of the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’) and then became an AM. Were you ever the subject of an attempt to frame you for serious offences? Er – no, you weren’t. Bryn Fon was, Dewi Prysor was and so were scores of the victims of the paedophile gang. But as long as that gang carried on giving Sir Peter Morrison et al access to the kids in care any mate of Dafydd Alun Jones’s was untouchable.

Now you tell me who fell foul of the security services – because it really doesn’t look as though it was you or Lucille Hughes…

My post ‘Are You Local?’ described how children from the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor – run by Gwynedd County Council – were trafficked to various locations, including to Dolphin Square in London. The girls were taken to locations on the doorstep of Ty’r Felin what with there being a greater demand for the sexual services of under-aged girls than boys – a favourite location was The Octagon, a rather dodgy nightclub that opened in Bangor in the summer of 1984. There was an opening night with a celeb in attendance. Was it Dafydd Iwan, hired to give everyone a round of Yma O Hyd? Er, no. The star of the evening was Samantha Fox, singer of the unforgettable lyrics ‘Touch me/I Want To Feel Your Body Next To Mine’. The evening was advertised in the Bangor and Anglesey Mail and a photo was provided of an ageing local journo staring at Samantha’s assets. The message was quite clear – sexual services from teenagers available here…

I’m sure that Samantha Fox turned up to any venue who paid her to do so, but I wonder who had the idea of using her to let everyone know what would be on offer in that nightclub? I’m also wondering who Samantha Fox’s agent was and who among the paedophiles’ friends might have known him/her.

The wimmin from the Rape Crisis group protested outside – but made no attempt to blow the whistle on the kids in care selling sex inside once the place was up and running. Well how could they – the funding for their group almost certainly came from Gwynedd County Council and Gwynedd Health Authority, Samantha Fox and the paedophile gang were their bread and butter.

The Octagon acquired a terrible reputation within months – drugs were sold on an industrial scale and a student was raped outside. The place soon became a no-go zone for students because of the grad bashing that was happening there. It was universally known as a pick-up joint in which very young girls were available. There were constant demands from local people for the place to be closed down. But for some reason the police, the magistrates and the Council just wouldn’t do it…

Welsh and English speakers alike, the people wrecking their lives were Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends – and of course their protectors troughing away in the Commons and the Lords and latterly the Senedd. They’ve screwed everyone for years.

 

 

Disability Support

This blog was established to expose and provide coverage of the appalling state of the mental health services in north Wales – which have now been acknowledged by the Welsh Gov’t to have inflicted ‘institutional abuse’ on patients, which is why the Betsi was placed in special measures. I’ve provided a huge amount of detail previously on the blog regarding the appallingly abuses that these services have inflicted upon people over many years.

When I started my PhD I became aware that the state of the mental health services was impacting on Bangor University in a major way – students with mental health problems just could not get care and some of their parents had even threatened to sue the University if harm came to their children. For some reason the mental health services insisted that all students with problems were to be referred to the bunch of thugs in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team – so the students ended up being abused and threatened by the likes of Keith Fearns and Maggie Fookes, as described in previous posts. I knew scores of academic staff who were actually moving heaven and earth to support students with mental health problems in the face of a service that made it quite clear that those students could kill themselves and still that service would not change it’s attitude to students with mental health problems. My PhD supervisor (as well as his wife and two adult children) provided all the ‘support’ for me – whilst the Hergest Unit refused to treat me, had me arrested and tried to frame me for a serious crime that everyone knew that I had not committed – that the local mental health professionals were paid to provide. I heard many, many first hand accounts from students themselves as well as from staff of the chaos that the dysfunctional mental health services were causing for the University.

This blog has touched on the historical problems in the relationship between the University and the mental health services. When I was an undergrad back in the 80s, the two corrupt psychiatrists who dominated the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, Dr T. Gwynne Williams the lobotomist and the notorious man involved in criminal activities Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, wielded influence in the University through what two retired lecturers from Bangor termed ‘the cylch’. (For readers in England – ‘cylch’ is the Welsh word for ‘circle’ and in this context it refers to a closed network of influence. Every time I’ve heard someone use the expression it has been used with connotations of corruption.) The same two retired lecturers told me that the dreadful Professor J.B. Owen was also a member of the cylch (please see blog post ‘Not Seen Since the 80s – Carwyn’ for the very serious consequences that this may have had for a lady called Mary Wynch, a former member of staff in the Agriculture dept that was headed by J.B. Owen). Now when I was a student, the notion of the cylch just conjured up a load of old farts – ‘the Welsh gerontocracy’ as Brown termed them – who made a fuss about things like what was considered acceptable dress and conduct on graduation day. But of course a corrupt cylch in an area like north Wales could cause havoc, particularly if it was concealing serious wrongdoing – such as a paedophile ring operating in the social services…

This blog has previously explained how the corruption in the mental health services and the existence of a paedophile ring in the social services in north Wales left a legacy that is still pole-axing the region today. Likewise I suspect that the cylch had left their legacy and were still causing problems in the University. I was aware of allegations that the Gerontocracy was undermining one of the former Vice-Chancellors in a big way.

I am wondering if the cylch were ultimately responsible for the complete shambles that was ‘disability support’ for students at Bangor. As I’ve mentioned, many of the academics and indeed administrative staff were fantastic at supporting students – but once again, the people paid to do so were bloody useless. The ‘disability support’ officer whilst I was doing my PhD and after (for all I know she is still there) was a Carolyn Donaldson-Hughes. I first met Carolyn because I went to see her to interview her – part of my PhD was concerned with students with mental health problems and their experience of Higher Education. I didn’t explain to Carolyn that I was a ‘service user’ myself (I was never one for wearing my yellow star, which made a lot of people involved in ‘service user research’ very angry when they discovered that I had better credentials than they did – they felt that I was somehow going undercover) and I don’t think Carolyn guessed. It was quite clear during the course of this interview that where disability was concerned Carolyn did not know her arse from her elbow. She had zilch understanding of the then current policy and legislation on disability and blithely reassured me that the students with mental health problems got all the support that they needed and there were no problems – they generally did ever so well ‘and I think we have even had two bipolars and a schizophrenic’. I didn’t persist with Carolyn, I was clearly going to get nowhere – I had heard quite enough accounts even by then of students trying to throw themselves off the Menai Bridge only to be told by Keith Fearns to go on and do it then, or suicidal students being refused help at Ysbyty Gwynedd A&E and told to ‘go home’ if they were ill, to know that Carolyn was either lying or stupid. I was not the only person to have been somewhat underwhelmed by Carolyn. One hall warden told me that her denial of any problems in the mental health services was causing a great deal of harm – not only because students couldn’t get help but Carolyn’s insistence that everything was fine and dandy led to the assumption that it was the student who was the problem, not the abusive behaviour of Keith Fearns et al. I also knew a number of students with disabilities who maintained that she had no understanding of their needs whatever. I became very good friends with one of these students, Hannah, who was very bright and hated being defined by her disability by idiots like Carolyn. Hannah loathed Donaldson-Hughes and described her as being ‘like an air hostess with bright red lipstick and a line in handbags’. Which was spot on, I’d noticed Carolyn’s warpaint and handbag but I thought that it was just me being prejudiced against the sort of woman that is more at home in a department store than a university. (It says everything about ‘disability support’ and the NHS that sadly Hannah is no longer with us – she died a couple of years ago as a result of negligence at dear old Ysbyty Gwynedd.)

There was though a bigger problem than Donaldson-Hughes – the woman who was responsible for employing her. That was one Fran Tate, the Head of Student Services. I first encountered Fran donkeys years ago, just after I had graduated. Fran is of my vintage and had been one of the sabbatical officers at the Student’s Union, the welfare officer. Fran seemed to hang onto that job for quite some time, which was odd because people usually only are in such posts for a year, indeed a sabbatical. I first realised what Fran was capable of in about 1990 when Gwynedd Social Services had declared war on me and were constantly trying to imprison me. I owned a house near Bethesda and had ended up with the lodger from hell, one Donna Morgan, who had followed hot on the hells of another lodger from hell, one Denise Baker. I later discovered that not only were they friends, but that they were both networked into the glorious Gwynedd Social Services. The second lodger from hell surpassed herself – she bounced a rent cheque for £500 on me after telling me sob story after sob story, stole everything in my house of any value and was then kind enough to leave me a letter saying that if I went to the police about it all I wouldn’t get anywhere because she would say that I was mentally ill and a danger to her child and Denise Baker would ‘vouch for her’. ‘Mendacious as well as thick’ observed one of my friends. So I went to the police and took the signed confession with me. Then it got interesting. The police refused to tell me her whereabouts and, despite the signed confession and returned cheque, stated that there was ‘no evidence’ for my accusations. They then refused to tell me where she was, stating that she had been subject to threats from a previous boyfriend and was ‘in hiding’. Which was interesting because when she started getting nasty with me, she kept dropping hints that the father of her son was a well-known criminal in Llandudno and that I ‘must have heard of him’. (I hadn’t, not moving in gangland circles in Llandudno myself.) At the time I presumed that this must have been true – people who hang about with thugs tend to find that they turn on them one day. But then I was told that Donna Morgan was living in Bangor, was still a student at the University and didn’t seem to be in hiding at all. I also found out that she’d had a relationship with at least one police officer at Bangor Police Station – and if the crude comments that he was making were to be believed she’d actually managed to shag quite a few of the local police officers. I started seeing her around Bangor. So I acquired a Court Order against her to try and obtain my £500. I knew that she went to the nursery in the Student’s Union to drop off and pick up her son every day, so I went to the Student’s Union to serve her with the Court Order. I was greeted by a security man who threw me out on the grounds that one Fran Tate had ‘advised’ everyone that I was ‘harassing’ a student. I had never met Fran Tate but she seemed to know an awful lot about me. So I then obtained a further Order, allowing me to enter the building to serve the Order on Morgan despite Fran’s ‘advice’. However when I turned up with the Order, it seemed that someone in the University had known that I’d acquired it (odd, because I hadn’t told anyone there) and dear old Donna had arrived early to collect her son that day and had disappeared. She hadn’t gone far – a couple of hours later I walked past her in Bangor High Street. I had the Order on me so I served it on her there and then. She gave me a look of bovine incomprehension and scarpered. She then did disappear from Bangor and I was told that she had withdrawn from the University. I heard no more about her – until about ten years later when I worked with someone who had been at University with her. They said that she’d acquired notoriety by accusing a man of rape – he had been held on remand for quite sometime before Donna fessed up that it hadn’t been rape at all. By that time his wife had left him and his family had broken up. No charges, not even of wasting police time, were ever brought against Donna Morgan. It certainly sent a chill down my spine though. My neighbours near Bethesda had befriended her, bought toys and clothes for her child and given her lifts into Bangor every day. After declaring that I was a maniac who was about to murder her son in cold blood, I discovered that she’d also told a number of people that my neighbour’s husband had been sexually aggressive towards her. So we obviously all got off quite lightly, having only been stung for money and robbed blind – we could have all been down the cells on charges of sexual assault.

So that was how Fran Tate first touched my life. However, I heard more when I went back to Bangor to do my PhD. As previously explained, by then Fran was Director of Student Services. Bangor University had a system of wardens in the halls of residence who were usually junior lecturers – one of the people that I shared the office with was one of them. The warden responsible for overseeing the system was the senior warden, a senior lecturer called Tony Jones, who died recently. It was alleged by all the other wardens that Fran Tate hated Tony Jones and was trying to oust him out of his position – at the same time as Tony Jones had spoken publicly about the problems of the students who could not access mental healthcare. He had appeared in the local papers expressing fears that a student would die. Tony Jones was a tough old git and I was told that he was robustly standing up to Fran Tate. Then Fran announced a Plan. There was to be a reorganisation. Fran realised that a system of wardens who were actually lecturers was ‘old fashioned’ and students would far rather ‘talk to people like themselves’ – so the wardens were to be abolished completely and replaced with other students. Peer support! Just like with service users and CAIS – because it’s been such an overwhelming success hasn’t it… So Fran’s vision was that 19 year olds with no training or support or even much life experience could take care of their suicidal friends when they were seriously ill and being denied professional care and treatment. From what I remember, there was much opposition to Fran’s grand idea with people appalled at the potential carnage that would follow if this plan were to be implemented. However her efforts to make life as difficult as possible for Tony Jones continued and I think that he gave up and resigned soon after.

But I was to encounter Fran’s techniques of exclusion myself soon after the row about the wardens in hall. Towards the end of my PhD I had already published some work on students, mental health and Higher Education. The Vice-Chancellor of a university in England had said some very nice things about my work and had used it as a basis for his speech at a conference – the lack of care for students with mental health problems was a hot topic at the time. I was then told that Disability Support at Bangor were holding a seminar concerning students with mental health problems – some of the students had heard about my work and wanted me to speak. I was keen to do this – but dear oh dear, Disability Support kept making excuses as to why I would not be welcome at the meeting. Although I was a postgrad with personal experience of mental health problems and the mental health services and had even by then published more on students and mental health than anyone else in Bangor University…

Then Fran reared her ugly head again, after I finished my PhD. I went through a few months before I acquired funding for post-doc work, but had been given permission to carry on using University facilities to continue my research. I saw some adverts for people to work as assistants to disabled students, namely to accompany them to lectures and take notes for them. The scheme was being run by Disability Support, so I should have known that there would not be a happy ending. I applied and was interviewed by the employment agency that Student Services had commissioned to carry out the selection of support assistants. It was an agency called Ransted and seemed a very ramshackle affair. I was interviewed by yet another person who was obviously clueless regarding disability issues and policy but her main concern was that I was literate and numerate. I was herded in to a room along with the other applicants – who were mostly overseas postgrads. We were all given a literacy and numeracy test. I was one of the few who passed – because most of the other applicants had English as their second language, they failed the literacy test. I was offered the post by the woman who interviewed me. A few hours later I received another phone call from her, telling me that my appointment had been personally vetoed by one Fran Tate and the offer was being withdrawn. I started to ask a few questions – such as on what grounds and what role was Fran Tate playing in these appointments when the process had been subcontracted to Ransted. The Ransted woman couldn’t give clear answers, so I told her that this was completely unacceptable and I put the phone down, after telling her that I would be making further enquiries about this. Within minutes I received an e mail from the Ransted woman telling me that hanging up on her had shown a lack of ‘professional behaviour’ and it was for this reason that the job offer had now been withdrawn. Que?? I e mailed her back to let her know that she was not in a position to advise anyone about unprofessional behaviour because she had flouted just about every policy where employment procedure was concerned and that during the interview so many of her shirt buttons had been undone that I had had a fantastic view of her purple bra. I received no reply. However I did try to pursue the matter with Ransted head office – only to find that no such thing existed. Ransted was such a dodgy fly-by-night company that they had an internet presence only – no offices, no list of managers, no details of an organisational structure. Just a load of spiv-like internet adverts with a phone number should you be Fran Tate and wish to avail yourself of their services. This was not the last that I heard of Ransted. Tales began to reach me of a crisis among the few people who were working as disability support assistants – they were not being paid for the work that they had done, the timetabling was chaotic and the scheme was such a mess that they were not able to support the students to whom they’d been allocated. They had all started walking out of the job and it was proving nigh-on impossible to recruit anyone else because word had got around regarding the dreadful way that people were being treated. I then heard tales from other people who had encountered Ransted and who had also concluded that this was not a company who should be handling the recruitment of assistants for vulnerable students. But then if a decent company had been subcontracted they probably wouldn’t have taken orders from Fran Tate to break employment law.

After all this I presumed that Fran Tate was just yet another scumbag who had been attracted to the idea of a career in ‘welfare services’ in order to wield power over some vulnerable people. However I was then told that Fran had actually started her career in ‘welfare advice and support’ in the Citizens Advice Bureau in Bangor. That’s one of the network of Citizen’s Advice Bureaux in Wales of which Lucille Hughes had a role in managing. The same Lucille Hughes who was the Director of Gwynedd Social Services until 2000 – when she ‘retired’ on the eve of the publication of the Waterhouse Report, which named her as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating within the Social Services but failing to act on this knowledge. The same Lucille Hughes who is the former partner of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and who sits on the Board of CAIS. The same Lucille Hughes who in 1990 was instructing Keith Fearns on what lies to tell in Court in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Which was just before Denise Baker, Donna Morgan and Fran Tate caused me so many problems…

It’s amazing how connections with a cylch can advance one’s career – or criminal activities. One other thing I remember is the identity of the Director of HR at Bangor University whilst Donaldson-Hughes, Tate and other fuckwits were being allowed to seriously mismanage the pastoral care of students with mental health problems. It was Lyn Meadows – a former manager with the Welsh Ambulance Service, a former non-executive director of an NHS Trust in the north west of England who was named on Frank Field’s blog as having colluded in a fraud and now a member of the Betsi Board! Further details of Lyn’s wrongdoing and harassment of me and other staff can be read in previous blog posts…