Meet The Gwerin!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her pioneering work began in Warrington.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was and still is the scale of the problem…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A combination of Leicester and the Anglican Church…

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

Dafydd knows really famous people!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘We didn’t know.’

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

This was the beginning of something terrible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will return to these men later in this post.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strange but true

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

Strange but true

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

David Steel succeeded Thorpe as Leader of the Liberal Party.

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

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

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

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

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

All part of one big happy classless Gwerin! Bechod!

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dafydd grew up in Bethesda.

 

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

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

 The grave of Sir Martin Roth in Cambridge City Cemetary. 

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Maurice Partridge was educated at Shrewsbury School

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

and Balliol College, Oxford.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maurice was only involved in one major research project,

But he became Eminent nonetheless

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

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

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

Which sums it up nicely.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His appearance was a little eccentric.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then Dafydd was Europe’s Leading Forensic Psychiatrist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Viscount Whitelaw
William Whitelaw in 1963.jpg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Mallinson predated Dr Death at Tommy’s…

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

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

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

Curran and his mates infected the whole profession…

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

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

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

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

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

Oh don’t titter…

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

Nay, nay and thrice nay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anyone want to give the tombola another spin???

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Trainees subject to his influence changed

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

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

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

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

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

Mallinson was probably in Wine Club as well.

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

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

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

They are myriad…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

No Cuts

My post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’ discussed how Dr Death and the Gang Of Four launched the Limehouse Declaration on 25 Jan 1981 and how all members of the Gang Of Four – Dr Death, Shirl, Woy and Bill Rodgers – were steeped in concealing the organised abuse of vulnerable people and made moves during their careers with the SDP which suggested that they were attempting to build their political fortunes on the continued collusion with organised crime. Dr Death personally knew some of the Top Docs involved in the trafficking ring in north Wales and had worked with the butcher William Sargant when Dr Death was a junior psychiatrist at Tommy’s (see post ‘Dr Death’).

Mary Wynch finally managed to escape from the clutches of Dafydd who had unlawfully arrested and imprisoned her late in 1979 and began legal action. It will have been clear by the end of 1980 that Mary was not going to go away and that Dr Death’s mates in north Wales, along with those who had provided so much help for them, could find themselves in a very difficult position indeed. Furthermore, it would very likely lead to the dominoes toppling over all the way down to Westminster and the London medical establishment, who after all were the big boys protecting Dafydd et al. See posts ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’ and ‘A Few Of The Relevant Politicians Re Mary Wynch’s Case’.

 

Dr Death led the SDP until 28 Aug 1987, by which time the honeymoon was well and truly over. Bob MacLennan took over as leader after Dr Death departed and remained in post until 1988, serving throughout the negotiations that led to the merger of the SDP with the Liberal Party. MacLennan then became joint interim leader of the new party, initially known as the Social and Liberal Democrats (SLD), later as the Lib Dems.

Robert Adam Ross MacLennan known as Bob MacLennan, is a now a Lib Dem peer. MacLennan was educated at Glasgow Academy; Balliol College, Oxford; Trinity College, Cambridge; and Columbia University, New York City.

In 1966 Bob MacLennan was elected as the Labour MP for Caithness and Sutherland. He served as MP for the constituency – and in 1981 was one of the founder members of the SDP – until 1997, after which, following boundary changes, MacLennan was then the MP for Caitness, Sutherland and Easter Ross until 2001.

MacLennan was a junior Minister in the Labour Gov’t, 1974-79

As SDP Leader in 1988 MacLennan served alongside Liberal Leader David Steel, who concealed Cyril Smith’s sex offending and negotiated with the crooked barrister George Carman QC to keep it out of the national press when it was first reported in an alternative paper in Rochdale, because Jeremy Thorpe was about to stand trial for conspiracy to murder and Steel feared the implosion of the Liberal Party.

MacLennan knew about the sex offending of George Thomas, Greville Janner, Cyril Smith, Jeremy Thorpe and the rest of them, as well as about the dishonesty of those in Wilson’s and Callaghan’s Gov’ts.

MacLennan served as a front bench spokesman for the Liberal Democrats and as their President, 1994-98.  MacLennan succeeded Charles Kennedy as President. Charles was drinking himself to death, but this was unacknowledged until it became public knowledge when Charles became Leader of the Lib Dems. When it became clear that Kennedy’s boozing threatened the success of the Party, a ‘Kennedy Must Go’ campaign was launched. Charles Kennedy knew about the likes of Cyril Smith so didn’t cover himself in glory, but had anyone launched a ‘Charles Must Dry Out’ campaign with as much vigour as the ‘Kennedy Must Go’ campaign, Charles Kennedy might not have died an alcoholic’s haemorrhaging death at only 55 yrs old.

 

MacLennan became a member of the Privy Council in 1997, just after the Waterhouse Inquiry opened and was given his peerage in 2001, the year after the Waterhouse Report was completed.

MacLennan’s father, Sir Hector MacLennan, was a renowned gynaecologist and obstetrician. Sir Hector was President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1967-69. He died in 1978. The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ tells us that Hector was born in Glasgow, went to Glasgow High School and then to Glasgow University and with the exception of a one year residency at the Chelsea Hospital for Women, spent his entire professional life in Glasgow. Hector was a consultant at Glasgow Maternity Hospital and the Victoria Hospital. Hector was President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, 1963-66 and was knighted in 1965. Sir Hector was Chairman of the Advisory Committee on the problems of tissue transplantation and intriguingly, the Chairman of the Scottish Tourist Board, 1969-74.

Although Sir Hector was based in Glasgow, he was of sufficient stature to have exerted an influence over medicine across the whole of the UK. He was a member of the GMC, 1965-69, when Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd were keeping the victims of a trafficking gang in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. The Ely Hospital Scandal blew up in 1969. Despite the terrible abuse of patients which was revealed – abuse that was later acknowledged as not being a one-off case – no Top Doc faced the GMC. Hector Chaired the Advisory Committee on Distinction Awards, 1971-74. Distinction Awards were the bonuses, the ‘merit awards’ which all consultants used to receive on top of their NHS salaries, but the bonuses varied and those in receipt of the biggest merit awards would double their salaries. Merit awards were hugely controversial, even among conservative Top Docs. It was demonstrated repeatedly that there was huge entrenched discrimination within the system, with women doctors very much less likely to receive the biggest merit awards and graduates of certain medical schools consistently awarded bigger merit awards. The merit awards were considered particularly toxic because they were handed out in complete secrecy and those sitting on the Advisory Committee were allowed to decide on the merit awards given to their personal friends. See post ‘More Alan Bennett’.

Sir Hector would have been well aware of the extensive malpractice which existed in medicine during his career, including that of his colleague Sir Dugald Baird at Aberdeen University aborting en masse the babies of low income women ‘for socio-economic reasons’ when abortion was still illegal under most circumstances (see post ‘Rab, High Table and the Founding Fathers’), the brisk business in unlawful abortions which was taking place at Tommy’s in London (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’), the organised abuse of vulnerable people and of course the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Sir Hector knew Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, he who experimented upon live late gestation foetuses whom he subsequently killed and who also concealed paedophile gangs in south London and in north Wales (see post ‘Now Then…’).

Sir Hector married a fellow Top Doc, Isabel, who worked in Public Health. So Isabel knew about all the wrongdoing as well.

Bob MacLennan’s siblings were David, Elizabeth and Kenneth. David and Elizabeth were actors and in 1971 David, Elizabeth and Elizabeth’s husband John McGrath founded the Scottish left-wing agitprop theatre group 7:84 and in 1978 David created the influential Wildcat Stage Productions (with Dave Anderson). David MacLennan worked with these two companies for most of his life.

John McGrath was from an Irish Catholic background, was born in Birkenhead and educated in Mold, north Wales and at St John’s College, Oxford. McGrath was a very big name in theatre and was universally known in leftie luvvie circles. During the 1960s and 70s McGrath worked for the BBC, including as a writer/director for ‘Z cars’ and ‘Play for Today’. He also worked in film, including with Ken Russell. McGrath’s initiatives lost Arts Council funding in the 1990s, it was believed for political reasons. The McGrath’s house at Earl’s Court was host to many socialist luvvies who discussed the revolution while they ignored a big slurry pit.

Detail from the front cover of the programme for McGrath’s ‘A Satire of the Four Estaites’ (1996), showing Amy Trompetter’s drawing of the costume for Gloria Cupsize:

 

 

John McGrath never managed a play about his father-in-law’s colleagues forcing disadvantaged youngsters into the line of work pursued by Gloria Cupsize or his brother-in-law in politics concealing the serious crimes that were being committed to keep a lid on it all.

‘We didn’t know.’

The Lord MacLennan of Rogart
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Lord MacLennan of Varying Cupsizes was the Lib Dem’s Cabinet Office and Scotland spokesman in the Lords until 2015.

 

I mentioned in a comment following my post ‘Remember Girls – Never Get Into A Car With A Stranger!’ that after reading more about Tony Benn I thought that it is likely that Benn was recruited by the British security services as a young man and I wondered why they had allowed him to become marginalised and kicked about by old gits like Denis Healey who were also working for the security services. The security services seemed to have recruited a lot of people with Benn’s profile from his generation – Oxbridge-educated left leaning academically able young men. Tony Benn studied at New College, Oxford which was a security services recruiting ground for a very long while, that is where they snared Peter Mandelson (see post ‘A Study Of Tyranny’). Benn then worked for the BBC at a time when virtually everyone there was working for the security services.
Tony Benn was the MP for Bristol South East, 1963-83 and a member of Harold Wilson’s Gov’t. Wilson surrounded himself with crooks and Benn will have known that. Benn also knew of the other outrages under Wilson’s and Callaghan’s administrations, such as the Home Office concealing terrible corruption and Leo Abse busting a gut to get the Children Act 1975 on the statute books, which gave Dafydd and the gang a real boost, as it resulted in hundreds of children being handed over to them (see post ‘Cry The Beloved Country’).
Tony Benn was famous for becoming increasingly left wing as he got older and by the time that the Windbag was in the ascendant, Benn was in a state of all-out civil war with people like Healey. Tony Benn may have led People’s Marches under banners, enjoyed pots of tea with all sorts of people and socked it to the old farts at the Labour conferences which is what made him so attractive to lefties of my generation, but until he died he too remained silent about the organised abuse of vulnerable people by the welfare services, including the Westminster Paedophile Ring. I wrote to Tony Benn about the mental health services in north Wales when he was older but still politically active and made it clear that I had evidence of the most serious abuse of patients and organised crime. Tony wrote back saying simply ‘Sorry but disability is not my area’. I wrote to him on the advice of a disability campaigner who told me that Tony Benn had a very good reputation on disability campaigning.
Shortly after I wrote to him, Tony Benn turned up in Caernarfon to give a public lecture, one of my friends went to listen to him. So Tony Benn knew that Gwynedd existed then…
When I wrote to Tony Benn, I hadn’t read his diaries, so I was unaware of the very close relationship that he and his family had with St Thomas’s Hospital. They really loved old Wedgie Benn at Tommy’s, it was his second home. Tommy’s is the most elite of all the London hospitals. Many of Tommy’s medical students are from titled families who fancy dabbling in medicine for a while and it is the Top Docs from Tommy’s who are most likely to be those who are raking it in from Harley Street practices. Tommy’s was also the biggest, most powerful medical establishment umbrella that Dafydd had. Dafydd’s old mate Professor Jim Watson from the Maudsley went on to run a sex therapy practice at St George’s Hospital Medical School when St George’s was colluding with Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and a linked gang in south London and after that Jim Watson rocked up at Guy’s and Tommy’s – the two institutions had merged – and ran a sex therapy clinic there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).
Dr Death is a Tommy’s graduate and a former Tommy’s Top Doc. George Osborne’s psychiatrist brother Adam, who was struck off for selling class A drugs and for having sex with a patient and then threatening her into silence, is also a Tommy’s graduate. Ed Miliband’s Uncle Harry had a Chair at Guy’s and Tommy’s.
Tommy’s concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring and since I began this blog I have been told that there is a great deal of shagging between Westminster/Whitehall figures and Tommy’s staff. None of that lot are going to fall out with Tommy’s in the light of the huge numbers of heavy drinking, ageing, overweight unfit politicians who fear that they could keel over at any point. Add to that the picture of Westminster painted during Nigel Evans’s trial for multiple sexual assaults, during which one witness who was a Parliamentary researcher agreed that he did find a totally bladdered Nigel’s hands down the front of his trousers in a Commons bar, but that was just ‘crazy, crazy Westminster’, it was nothing unusual at all.
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Are they really going to grass up the corrupt Top Docs of Tommy’s when they might need to drop in for a stomach pump or a shot of penicillin at any time?

 

 

Tony Benn’s Bristol seat disappeared in 1983 as a result of boundary changes. I’m sure that won’t have been accidental, appointments to the Boundary Commission are highly political. Sir Ronald Waterhouse was a Boundary Commissioner and Professor Eric Sunderland was appointed to the body in time for him to agree that Clwyd County Council should disappear in a puff of smoke days after the Jillings Report into the serious abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was submitted in 1996 (see previous posts).

After Bristol South East disappeared, Tony Benn lost to Michael Cocks in the selection of a Labour candidate to stand in the new winnable seat of Bristol South. Rejecting offers from the new seat of Livingston in Scotland, Benn contested Bristol East, losing to the Tory’s Conservative’s Jonathan Sayeed in June 1983.

Tony Benn wasn’t in the wilderness for long. On 1 March 1984, Benn was elected as Labour MP for Chesterfield and were they glad to see him. Chesterfield had been held by Eric Varley since 1964, but in 1983 Varley suddenly stood down to become Chairman of Coalite plc.

Eric Varley was an NUM-sponsored MP. Tony Benn was friends with Arthur Scargill, who in turn was friends with Michael Mansfield QC, who was one of many ‘radical lawyers’ who kept quiet about Dafydd and the gang (see previous posts). Varley was on the right of the Labour Party, was PPS to Harold Wilson, 1968-69, Secretary of State for Energy and then Secretary of State for Industry. Varley led Denis Healey’s campaign for the Labour Leadership in 1980.

Varley was given a peerage in 1990. His name was in the news again last year when Gerald Kaufman died and it was discovered that Kaufperson had left absolutely everything in his will to Eric Varley – an expensive property in St John’s Wood (Ronnie Waterhouse lived in St John’s Wood and was a leading light in the St John’s Wood Society), all his dosh, absolutely everything. Varley though had died seven years previously – Kaufman had made the will when Varley was still alive and hadn’t updated it. As with a lot of politicians who remain in the Commons into old age, the media have for the last few years been rather kinder to Kaufman than they used to be. We have been reminded that it was Kaufman who called the Labour manifesto of 1983 ‘the longest suicide note in history’ and Kaufman has been portrayed as a voice of reason during the years of the loony left and Michael Foot. Which is interesting because I remember Kaufman insulting people, upsetting them, really pissing everyone off and being considered an oily git who couldn’t be trusted.

Eric Varley and Kaufperson would never have wanted to do any favours for Tony Benn.

Chesterfield is in Derbyshire and Derbyshire was the location of a paedophile gang closely linked with Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire. There was an exchange of abusive children’s home staff between north Wales and Derbyshire, as well as of other ‘professionals’. John Jillings, who Chaired the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in care in Clwyd from 1974 onward, was the former Director of Social Services for Derbyshire. Jillings’ Report was damning – although thanks to the legal advice to Municipal Mutual, Clwyd’s insurers, from Cherie’s mate Michael Beloff QC, no-one saw the Jillings Report for almost 20 yrs and even then it was so heavily redacted that it was almost meaningless (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). However it was known that Jillings stated that very serious abuse of children had occurred in Clwyd and that the organised abuse probably reached back as far as the 1940s/50s. Jillings flatly refused to comment upon whether he thought that there was a paedophile ring in operation.

By the time that Eric Varley suddenly decided that his future lay as Chairman of Coalite plc and it was time to make a space for a man whom he loathed to return to the Commons, Mary Wynch had begun her legal action against Dafydd and the gang and was well on her way to the Master of The Rolls to receive her history-making judgement (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Brown and I had just begun to raise concerns about what was happening in the Student Health Centre at Bangor University and Alison Taylor had dared raise her worries about the treatment of children in care in north Wales, but only by then within Gwynedd Social Services.

If Mary, Alison, Brown and I were to be listened to, things could unravel very quickly indeed for the whole of the medical establishment and Parliament…

Tony Benn was needed in Derbyshire, but he didn’t move house. He carried on living in London, popping in to his good mates at Tommy’s just down the road…

Tony Benn held his seat at Chesterfield until 2001, when he famously stepped down to ‘spend more time in politics’. Benn stayed in the Commons which he found so stifling and frustrating until the Waterhouse Report had been submitted to Gov’t and the yells of ‘massive cover-up’ had died down and the press had lost interest.

Benn was President of the ‘Stop the War Coalition’ from 2001 until his death in 2014.

Tony Benn was the devoted husband of Caroline, an Americal lawyer who was, like Benn, from a privileged background. Caroline, like Shirl, was a campaigner for comprehensive education. She was a member of ILEA, 1970-77, when ILEA were colluding with the abuse of children from London boroughs who had been sent to children’s homes in north Wales; an ILEA Governor at Imperial College, an institution which concealed the Top Docs who colluded with the abuse and trafficking of vulnerable people and a tutor at the OU, another institution which colluded with organised abuse. Caroline was President of the Socialist Education Association.

The Benns’ son Hilary was a Cabinet Minister in Blair’s Gov’t and their daughter Melissa bangs on in ‘The Guardian’ about the wonders of comprehensive schools.

I don’t mind that the Benns were ‘hard left’ or born into privilege. I do not believe that all privileged people are evil hypocrites and I don’t believe that the ‘hard left’ are a threat to civilization. But I do believe that the Benns were prepared to see me die and did see others like me die because they were not prepared to take on the organised crime that had come to dominate medicine.

Do us a favour Hilary and Melissa, just fuck off.

 

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By the way, a name I haven’t mentioned yet, someone who not only knew what happened to me in north Wales but who knew about the abuse and deaths of patients in the University Hospital of Wales, Cardiff, which she witnessed as a medical student and as a junior doctor – Clare Cheek. Now a consultant surgeon in, I think, Herefordshire. Time to speak up Clare?

 

 

 

 

What’s Left? The Politics of Social Justice

My post ‘Life In Cold Blood’ detailed the backgrounds and activities of some paedophiles’ friends who doubled up as lefties committed to social justice and democracy, including Red Ken’s Deputy in the GLC, Illtyd Harrington. I mentioned that Illtyd was originally Deputy to Andrew McIntosh, but a coup orchestrated by the hard left saw McIntosh ousted and Red Ken installed as Leader of the GLC. So did Andrew the Overthrown suffer as a result? It doesn’t seem as though he did, he ended up in the Lords which is more than Illtyd did, so someone found Andrew useful.

 

Andrew Robert McIntosh, Baron McIntosh of Haringey (30 April 1933 – 27 August 2010) was a Labour Party politician and the last elected Principal of the Working Men’s College, 1988-97.

The WMC was founded in 1854 and established by Christian Socialists to provide a liberal education for artisans. The founding of the College was partially a response to concerns about the revolutionary potential of the Chartist Movement and its early protagonists were also closely associated with the Co-operative Movement and labour organisations. The WMC is located in St Pancras – within the Borough of Camden – and numbered among its teachers the Rolls Royce-driving crooked former Conservative MP for Taunton, Edward du Cann.

 

Andrew McIntosh was educated at Haberdasher Aske’s Hampstead School, the Royal Grammar School, High Wycombe and then Jesus College, Oxford and Ohio State University.

McIntosh served as a Councillor in the London Borough of Haringey (1964–68) and represented Tottenham on the GLC (1973–83). When Labour won control of the GLC in 1981, McIntosh was leader of the Labour Group. McIntosh was a centrist who narrowly beat left-winger Red Ken for the leadership. However, the day after Labour won a small majority, McIntosh was ousted and Livingstone was voted leader of the Labour Group and of the GLC in his place.

By the mid-1980s, Dafydd and the paedophile gang had direct links to Haringey Social Services, so presumably McIntosh would have known about that, as well as about the sorry state of Haringey Social Services, which simply did not function for many years. There was scandal after scandal and then an enormous eruption in 2000 when Victoria Climbie died in the care of Haringey. A Public Inquiry was held and there was a great deal of learning lessons and never againing, then in 2007 the death of Baby P (Peter Connelly) demonstrated that nothing at all had changed in that Borough.

Tony Smythe was involved with Haringey MIND. Smythe had previously spent a number of years as CEO of National MIND when MIND had links to paedophiles rights groups and was of course also concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al. Smythe’s’s cultural interests, his stance as an anarchist and his activism brought him into contact with some people doing some questionable things including fighting for paedophiles’ rights (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course…’).

Jeremy Corbyn formerly sat on an NHS Authority which covered Islington, Bloomsbury and Haringey.

 

Andrew McIntosh was given a peerage in 1983 and he served as a Whip and a culture spokesman in the Lords. He was appointed a Privy Councillor in 2002.

McIntosh was the UK’s Minister for the Media and Heritage at the Dept for Culture, Media and Sport, 2003-05, under Secretary of State Tessa Jowell, the paedophiles’ friend (see posts ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’ and ‘Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute’). His responsibilities included broadcasting and press regulation, heritage and architecture, libraries and gambling regulation. McIntosh was also spokesman in the House of Lords for HM Treasury, 1997-05, when the Chancellor of the Exchequer was Gordon Brown.

In Sept 2005, McIntosh became a member of the Parliamentary Assembly of the Council of Europe sitting as Chairman of the Assembly’s Committee on Culture, Science and Education from Jan 2010 and Chairman of its Sub-Committee on the Media from 2008-09. Following the passing of a resolution on ‘Threats to the lives and freedom of expression of journalists’ on 27 Jan 2007, the Council of Europe appointed McIntosh its rapporteur on media freedom.

McIntosh became an Honorary Associate of the National Secular Society, a Distinguished Supporter of the British Humanist Association and Vice-Chair of the All Party Parliamentary Humanist Group. He was Chairman of the Fabian Society, 1985-86 and Captain, Yeoman of the Guard, 1997-03.

McIntosh was married to academic and TV executive Naomi Sargant. Sargant was Professor of Applied Social Research at the Open University and then Channel 4’s Senior Commissioning Editor for education. Naomi was the daughter of Tom Sargant, a businessman and politician who became the first Secretary of the campaigning organisation JUSTICE, with which a great many paedophiles’ friends have been and are linked.

Naomi was educated at Friends’ School, Saffron Walden, Essex and Bedford College, London. After graduating, Naomi trained as a market researcher, joining Social Surveys Ltd in 1955 and remaining there until 1967, when she became senior lecturer at Enfield College of Technology. Naomi moved to the Open University in 1970 when she was appointed as senior lecturer in research methods. She was PVC for Student Affairs, 1974-78, then Professor of Applied Social Research until 1981. Naomi’s time at the OU overlapped with that of Professor Stuart Hall, who was involved in trying to damage Brown’s career when Brown was young. Hall’s friends and colleagues knew about the organised abuse and sexual exploitation of children and young people and it would have been difficult for Stuart Hall not to have known about it as well. See post ‘Life In Cold Blood’.

In 1981, Naomi was appointed to the newly established Channel 4, under C4’s first Chief Executive Jeremy Isaacs.

Isaacs stated that ‘Naomi’s political skills enabled her to deal confidently with like-minded spirits at the IBA and in education. The programmes she commissioned did not have to be part of curricular structures; she was free to add to what other broadcasters offered, catering to the viewers who might be unemployed, disabled or retired’.

C4’s output at the time could hardly be described as catering to many of those who were ‘unemployed, disabled or retired’. There was row after row regarding C4’s eccentric output, one of the biggest rows being about C4 screening Derek Jarman’s film ‘Jubilee’, which featured the rebel Toyah Wilcox from Solihull making hissing noises. Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass lived in Solihull, perhaps that where Toyah learned to hiss.

 

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Toyah excelled at hissing to such an extent that in 2002 she led the campaign against the housing of asylum seekers near to where she lived in Worcestershire.

It was C4 who screened ‘The Tube’, giving Paula Yates her big break. Paula came from Colwyn Bay, spent part of her life in north Wales and went to the primary school in Rowen. Lord Wyn Roberts lived in Rowen throughout the years when he loyally colluded with the crimes of Dafydd et al.

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  • Paula’s last years were incredibly difficult and involved her being in the clutches of Top Doctors who did not seem to be doing her much good. Paula was found dead from an overdose of heroin in Sept 2000. Paula’s friends did not believe that she had killed herself. Paula’s life had taken a turn for the worse in Nov 1997, when her partner Michael Hutchence was found hanging dead. Paula maintained that he had not, as the rest of the world claimed, committed suicide. In April 2014 Paula’s daughter Peaches was found dead from a heroin overdose. Peaches was thought to have given up heroin some time previously. For further details regarding the unfortunate deaths of Paula, Michael Hutchence and Peaches, see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’.

St Bob’s family are being wiped out at a rate that nearly equals that of the unfortunate Ormsby-Gores, some of whom knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

Paedophiles’ friends: the original sinners – the Peter Morrisons, the St John Stevases, the Grevilles, the Cyril Smiths, the Thorpes – are now all dead. What is your problem? It’s not as if the witnesses could have them jailed anymore is it? Ah – just remembered. There were all the ageing celebs and rock stars who are still alive to whom Dafydd et al supplied kids. And all those Top Docs, lawyers, judges and politicians who built their careers upon keeping quiet about it…

 

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Cherie Booth being sworn in as a QC in April 1995. In April 1995, Nicola Davies QC was reviewing the paperwork of the North Wales Police relating to the abuse of children in care in order to decide whether a public inquiry was warranted. The paperwork from 1989 onward was all missing. By April 1995, Sir Ronnie Waterhouse had altered his retirement plans, which was most convenient when he was subsequently appointed to Chair the Public Inquiry which Nicola Davies QC concluded in Dec 1995 would not be in the public interest. Ronnie Waterhouse had previously worked with Derry Irvine and Derry’s two juniors, Tony Blair and Cherie Booth.

 

Jeremy Isaacs was an experienced journo who would have known about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and its branch in north Wales. Isaacs joined Granada Television in Manchester as a producer in 1958 and was involved in creating or supervising series such as ‘World In Action’ and ‘What The Papers Say’. He worked for the BBC’s ‘Panorama’ in the 1960s. Elwyn Parry Jones, originally from Llangollen, was Deputy Editor of Panorama, 1977-85. Parry Jones returned to live in north Wales in the late 1980s. He lived in Trevor, a village just down the road from Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn. When Parry Jones returned to north Wales, he spent his time making films for S4C, the Welsh language arm of C4. Other BBC big wigs from north Wales included Huw Wheldon and Angus McDermid (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’). Isaacs was the overall producer for the ‘World At War’ (1973–74) for Thames Television and was Director of Programmes for Thames between 1974-78. Later, he produced ‘Ireland: A Television History’ (1981) for the BBC and co-produced the TV series ‘Cold War’ (1998). Isaacs was President of the Royal Television Society, 1997-2000. The RTS which employed a child molester and unlawfully sacked a witness to the crimes in north Wales when she wanted to make a film about it (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

 

While the unemployed, disabled and retired watched ‘Bob’s Full House’ and ‘Blankety Blank’, Naomi Sargant listed ‘topics for action’ including arts, history, science, the environment and such ‘basic skills’ as literacy and numeracy, health and the family. Naomi catered for ‘leisure interests’, including wine – now there’s the way to an unemployed, disabled person’s heart, fine wines – and signed up Jancis Robinson for her TV debut. ‘Chips Comic’ was for children with disabilities. That became as well-known as Val, John and Pete and Petra and Patch didn’t it. Another of Naomi’s creations for C4 was ‘Quilts in Women’s Lives’.

Obviously the talents of someone who dreamed up ‘Quilts in Women’s Lives’ were not missed by the wider world and Naomi held numerous public appointments. They included: Chairman of the National Gas Consumer Council (1977-80); President of the National Society for Clean Air (1981-83); Pro Chancellor of the University of East London (1992-94). Inevitably Naomi had a finger in the NHS pie (or should that be PIE?) – she was Chairman of the Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children NHS Trust, 1997-2000.

Amidst all the smiley face emojis and camera shots of Angels holding people’s hands, GOSH has been party to a few terrible things. Audrey Callaghan, who colluded with the abuse and neglect of children and vulnerable people when she sat on the London County Council and then on the GLC in the late 1950s/60s, was Chair of Governors for GOSH, 1969-82 and Chair of the Hospital’s Special Trustees until 1990. Audrey was a fundraiser for GOSH for 30 years and for 15 years – until 1999 – she was a Trustee of the Wishing Well Appeal. Audrey was a personal friend of crooked lawyer Leo Abse, who was a good mate of the child molester George Thomas and ensured that Thomas was extracted from trouble every time that someone dared complain about him. It was Jim Callaghan who, in his capacity as Home Secretary, allowed Leo Abse to personally manipulate and threaten people into allowing the paedophiles’ friends to rewrite the law on children in care, which resulted in the Children Act 1975. That was the Act which saw kids in care transported en masse into the arms of John Allen’s gang in north Wales. See post ‘Cry The Beloved Country’.

Leo Abse’s plan would never have come to fruition had a helpful MP who personally knew some of Dafydd’s associates not have been happy to introduce the Private Member’s Bill needed:

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GOSH were involved with the neglect and negligence which led to the death of Baby P and more recently were at the centre of the scrap over the care and treatment of baby Charlie Gard.

Naomi Sargant served on Haringey Borough Council and was Chairman of the Children’s Committee, 1964-68.

Naomi was also an executive member of the National Institute for Adult Continuing Education. She was made an honorary fellow of the Royal College of Art (1988) and a fellow of the Royal Society of Arts (1991). In 1996, Naomi was inducted into the Royal Television Society’s Hall of Lame.

Jeremy Isaacs’s obituary of Naomi commented that she was ‘a socialist in the fine line of RH Tawney, Michael Young and Peter Townsend’. It was Michael Young’s champagne socialism and hypocrisy which spawned the dreadful Toby Young, who’s entire life of right wing offensiveness seems to have resulted from his seething anger at his dad’s idiocy. Peter Townsend kept close company with the paedophiles’ friends as well.

Isaac’s tells us that ‘serving others’, Naomi ‘bent her mind to doing good’. A great many people suffered as a result of Naomi serving others and doing so much good.

Jane Collins, Chief Executive, Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children NHS Trust, added to Naomi’s obituary:

‘Sargant made many important contributions to GOSH in her three years as Chair of the Trust Board. Ahead of the times, she was particularly concerned about involving our patients and their families in developing our services so they can best meet their needs’.

Ah, so that was why there was that enormous rift last year between GOSH and the family of Charlie Gard.

Jane Collins remembered that Naomi’s ‘perspective as Chair was particularly helpful when the interim report of Sir Ian Kennedy’s Inquiry into children’s heart surgery at the Bristol Royal Infirmary was published in May 2000. We had been somewhat complacent in thinking we already worked in partnership with families. Naomi and this Report reminded us that the perceptions of children and families might be very different and we needed to really listen to what they were saying’.

Kennedy’s Report resulted from the Inquiry which followed allegations in the late 1990s that paediatric surgeons at Bristol were operating way beyond their competence and that children had died as a result. The matter of just how competent or otherwise the Bristol surgeons were was never really settled because the opinions of their peers who reviewed them could not be taken to be fair either (see post ‘More Alan Bennett’). The whole field had been corrupted by research fraud, cheating and dishonesty for years (see post ‘Interesting Facts’).

 

Naomi’s ‘other major contribution was to increase awareness and ensure action was taken to address equality and diversity issues. She was particularly concerned that our workforce did not reflect the ethnic make-up of our patients. This was most marked in nursing: it reflected in no way on the quality of the staff, but as a result we actively worked with the Nursing School at South Bank University to encourage recruitment from ethnic minorities into children’s nursing, with demonstrable success’.

Entrenched racism is an enduring feature of the NHS – I have witnessed it in every NHS setting in which I have ever worked or been treated. They don’t like darkies and they don’t like them any more today than they did when the Windrush generation arrived. In Bradford, a solution to the problem of the racist intimidation to which one nursing tutor was subjected – among other things, she found a picture of a monkey attached to her door – was to give her a Chair rather than risk a tribunal and the attendant bad publicity. The Angel involved had no academic record, so people not in the know wondered why there was a Professor at Bradford who had no academic background. Another NHS gesture in the direction of diversity and equality was the promotion of Angel Paula Vasco-Knight to high office, namely as the CEO of an NHS Trust in Devon. Vasco-Knight subsequently made history by collapsing in the dock when she escaped a prison sentence for her misconduct and crimes when she ran the Trust (see post ‘NHS Chief Executive Collapses In Court After Being Spared Jail’).

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This is what happens when Angels are given PhDs on the basis of weak theses including much misunderstood sociology and are then promoted on the basis that they are ‘experts’. Angels: one thing that really pissed me off was your belief that you were experts in biographical narrative analysis after you had attended a one day ‘masterclass’. You were not and writing a PhD thesis which is no more than one huge self-indulgent ‘Dear Diary’ did not alter that.

The day after I wrote ‘Life In Cold Blood’ Ed Miliband gratuitously popped up on Radio 4 expressing his outrage about something. It may have been a complete coincidence that a number of Ed Miliband’s dad’s friends featured in that post, as they have in a few other recent posts. I haven’t blogged much about Ed’s dad himself though, so here we go Ed.

Ralph Miliband’s parents were among the Polish Jews who migrated to Brussels after WWI. Ralph was born in Brussels in 1924. He grew up in the working class community of Saint-Gilles and in 1939, aged 15, he became a member of Hashomer Hatzair (‘Young Guard), a socialist-Zionist youth group. In May 1940, the armies of Nazi Germany invaded Belgium and the Miliband family fled the country, Ralph and his father Sam escaping first and subsequently arriving in Britain in May 1940.

In London, Ralph and his father gained work in the Chiswick area removing furniture from houses bombed in the Blitz and, after six weeks, were able to send news to their mother and sister that they were in London. Ralph’s sister and his mother managed to escape when the Jews of Belgium were being rounded up by the Nazis. Ralph’s sister and mother were hidden on a farm by a French family until after the end of the war, when they were reunited with Sam and Ralph in Britain. Several of Ralph Miliband’s relatives and his best friend were killed in the Holocaust.

Ralph gained a place at Acton Technical College (now Brunel University) with the help of the League of Nations Commission for Refugees in Jan 1941. After completing his course, Ralph gained the help of the Belgian Gov’t in exile to study at the LSE, which because of the constant bombing of London by the Luftwaffe was evacuated to the premises of Peterhouse, Cambridge. Harold Laski was a dominant figure in the LSE at this time. Miliband studied under Laski, and was considerably influenced by him politically.

Harold Laski was the Chairman of the Labour Party, 1945–1946 and a Professor at the LSE, 1926-50. In 1936, Laski formed the Left Book Club, assisted by John Strachey. John Strachey was close friends with Lord Bob Boothby, the bisexual swinging Tory politician, who was mates with various dodgy people, including the Krays (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). Harold Macmillan’s wife Dorothy had an affair with Bob Boothby. John’s Strachey’s sister was Amabel, who married Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, the Ango-Welsh landowner who rented out the cottages on his estate in north Wales to the Welsh Bloomsbury set, as described in my post ‘The Village’. Clough’s guests – and no doubt Clough and Amabel as well – knew about Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd and their little ways of banging up inconvenient people for life. Clough was mates with a huge variety of people, including many of the gentry in north Wales who were propping Gwynne and Dafydd’s regime up. At least one young woman who found herself with a pregnancy which was inconvenient to the father of the baby – one of the radicals who was hanging out at Croesor with Clough’s mates – was banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the early 1960s, only emerging into obscurity decades later when chunks of Denbigh began closing, when she was quite an elderly lady. She was ‘rehoused’ a safe distance from Croseor, lest anyone might be reminded of what they did.

Amabel Williams-Ellis, née Strachey, was a writer and is now best known for editing multitudinous volumes of fairy tales, folk legends and science fiction.

UnknownClough and Amabel outside their home, Plas Brondanw.

Clough was also mates with Bertrand Russell, who lived nearby at Penrhyndeudraeth. Bertrand had his cross to bear, namely members of his immediate family who were insane and needed incarcerating in asylums. Bertrand found a few helpful Top Docs, but was seriously miffed when he met opposition from one Top Doc – presumably not a Top Doc in north Wales – who dared tell Russell that his adult son did not need locking up. Russell’s evidence that his son was nuts included his son’s paranoid ideas that Russell was a nasty piece of work who was shagging his wife. It later became known that Russell was shagging his son’s wife. See post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’.

As with Jean-Paul Sartre, it was often marvelled that women were magnetically attracted to Bertrand Russell, because he was small and shrivelled with rotten teeth. One of the local north Wales newspapers in the late 1980s ran a ‘profile’ of Dafydd, in which they actually commented that he was known to be ‘attractive to women’. The journo concerned had clearly not interviewed the targets of Dafydd’s attentions, it definitely was not that they were attracted to Dafydd… That profile was published while I was a patient on the psych ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd after making a serious complaint about Dafydd. Two male Angels read it in front of me and rolled around laughing because the photographer had even, as the Angels commented, ‘captured the dandruff’. Alison Taylor, a Gwynedd social worker, had by then raised concerns with Gwynedd County Council, Margaret Thatcher, Tony Newton and Carlo that children in care were being abused on a huge scale in north Wales.

In Nov 1987 Alison had been dismissed from her job by Gwynedd County Council.

People continued to joke about all these women who were tripping over themselves to shag Dafydd.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:

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For much of her childhood, Russell’s granddaughter Lucy lived with him at Penrhyndeudraeth, what with Lucy’s dad being bonkers and not fit to look after her and for some reason her mum wasn’t either. Poor old Russell had the pain of seeing Lucy go mad as well – paranoid schizophrenia, there was a lot of it about – not long after Lucy complained about Russell’s conduct towards her and then left home and found herself a boyfriend. Lucy burnt herself to death – well she was found burning to death, it was assumed that she had begun the fire – when she was 26 yrs old in April 1975. According to Top Docs, Lucy did this because she had paranoid schizophrenia, but according to Russell, it was a peace protest. Lucy’s mates maintained that she had had a really hard time.

Dafydd, do you happen to know any of the people involved in all of this perchance?

There is a son of an aristocratic family in north Wales who did not inherit because he was deemed to be mentally incompetent. When I found out about this poor sod and I told Brown, Brown responded by saying ‘now there’s a job for DA Jones’. Yes, I’m fairly sure that if we took a look at the documentation, Dafydd’s signature would be there.

‘You do realise that you’re suffering from manic-depressive insanity?’

I realised that you were a mad old bugger who was trying to get your leg over Dafydd.

 

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To paraphrase Sybil Fawlty, did a brillianteened old stick insect like Dafydd ever really think that I would be interested?

Bertrand Russell’s son Conrad was a Lib Dem peer who was an historian who worked at Bedford College (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’), the alma mater of Naomi Sargant.

 

Evelyn John St Loe Strachey (21 October 1901 – 15 July 1963) was born in Guildford, Surrey on 21 October 1901, the youngest of three sons of John St Loe Strachey, Editor of ‘The Spectator’. John Strachey was educated at Eton and then Magdalen College. In 1929 he was elected as the Labour MP for Birmingham Aston. Strachey became PPS to Oswald Mosley, who was then a Labour MP and Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster in Ramsay MacDonald’s Gov’t. In May 1930 Mosley and Strachey resigned over the Gov’ts unemployment policies. In Feb 1931 Strachey supported Mosley in founding the New Party, but Strachey resigned in July 1931 when Mosley rejected socialism and close links with the USSR. Mosley subsequently turned to fascism. Strachey lost his seat in 1931 and was a communist sympathiser for the rest of the 1930s, before breaking with the Communist Party in 1940.

During WWII Strachey served in the RAF. He was once again elected to Parliament as a Labour MP – for Dundee – in 1945, holding office under Clement Attlee as Minister of Food and as Secretary of State for War. Strachey became a Privy Councillor in 1946. Strachey continued to be a Labour MP – for Dundee West from 1950 – generally as a supporter of the right wing, until his death in 1963.

 

Ralph Miliband volunteered to be sent to Belgium to assist the resistance movement, but as a Polish national he was not allowed to join until the Polish authorities gave consent. He asked Harold Laski for help in joining the services and shortly afterwards A.V. Alexander, First Lord of the Admiralty, wrote advising Ralph to ‘go and see a vice-admiral at the Admiralty, who would fix it up’. Miliband joined the Royal Navy in June 1943 and served for three years in the Belgian Section of the Royal Navy.

Miliband served on several warships as a German speaking radio intelligence officer in the Mediterranean, tasked with intercepting German radio communications. In June 1944 Miliband took part in supporting the Normandy landings and saw further action at the Toulon landings.

 

A.V. Alexander was from Weston-super-Mare in Somerset and early in his career worked for Somerset County Council’s Local Education Authority. He was raised as an Anglican but converted to the Baptist movement. Alexander joined the Weston Co-operative Society and became Treasurer of the local Young Liberal Association and the local Trades and Labour Council. He was then elected to the Board of the Weston Co-op Society.

During WWI Alexander served with the Artists Rifles. He trained in London and studied at Magdalen College, Oxford, before earning his commission. His health suffered during training and he never saw active service, instead working as a posting officer and then an education officer. Alexander was demobbed in late 1919 and within a year of returning home, he became Vice-President of the Weston Co-op Society and Secretary of the Somerset branch of NALGO.

Alexander was Parliamentary Secretary to the Co-operative Union, 1920-46. He was elected as the Co-operative Party’s MP for Hillsborough in 1922 and was re-elected in 1923, 1924 and 1929. Alexander continued to represent Sheffield, with one break, until 1950.

In early 1929, Alexander became a member of the Cabinet in the Labour Gov’t. Alexander was First Sea Lord, 1929-31, 1940-45 and 1945-46. He was Minister of Defence, 1946-50. A.V. Alexander was a good friend of Churchill’s and was the leader of the Labour Party in the Lords, 1955-64. In the Lords, Alexander supported Tony Benn’s campaign to renounce his peerage.

A.V. Alexander will have known many of the people who featured in my posts ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ and ‘In Memoriam – Lord Carrington’, including Sir Alec Bingley and Lord Louis Mountbatten. Alec Bingley’s wife and son, Lady Juliet and William Bingley, spent decades concealing the criminality of Dafydd and others in their positions at MIND and the Mental Health Act Commission. Alec Bingley will have known the truth behind the gay sex and espionage scandal involving John Vassall in the Admiralty (see previous posts), as will have Mountbatten. Mountbatten has been named as one of those who was involved with organised abuse at the Kincora Boys’ Home.

 

After WWII, Miliband resumed his studies at the LSE and graduated in 1947. He began a PhD but did not complete until 1956. Miliband undertook a period of research at the LSE funded by a Leverhulme scholarship. The Leverhulme Trust is the charitable endeavour of the Lever family of Unilever fame. It was Unilever who funded Prof Fergus Lowe’s empire at UCNW in the early 1990s. Fungus secured that grant substantially by holding Unilever over a barrel with regard to Fungus’s knowledge of the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the trafficking gang. One branch of Dafydd’s empire was in Liverpool and Philip Lever aka Lord Leverhulme was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1980-93 (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Dafydd trained at Liverpool University and there were scores of Dafydd’s associates working there when Fungus bagged that Unilever grant, including Professor Robert Owen, who had concealed Dafydd’s crimes in 1988-89 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

Miliband then taught at the Roosevelt College (now Roosevelt University) in Chicago. In 1949 he returned to the LSE as an Assistant Lecturer.

Miliband joined the Labour Party in 1951. He joined the New Left, alongside E.P. Thompson and Eric Hobsbawm, with whom Miliband was close friends. E.P. Thompson and Eric Hobsbawm both rented cottages from Sir Clough Williams-Ellis and spent their leisure time at Croesor in north Wales. They knew about the activities of Dafydd and Gwynne et al.

In 1964, Miliband set up the ‘Socialist Register’ with John Saville, who was also part of the New Left. John Saville also studied at the LSE, where he joined the Communist Party of Great Britain. Thompson and Hobsbawm were also members of the CPGB, but Saville and Thompson left as a result of the Soviet invasion of Hungary in 1956. This caused a major bust-up between Thompson and Hobsbawm, because Hobsbawm remained a member of the CPGB.

Saville was also a member of the Communist Party Historians’ Group, along with Hobsbawm and Thompson.  John Saville was an academic at Hull University in Yorkshire for decades and was a member of the Hull Communist Party and its associated organisations.

Khrushchev’s denunciation of Stalin in 1956, or, more exactly, the failure of the British CP leadership to recognise its significance, transformed the Communist Party Historians’ Group from loyalists into vocal critics. Saville broke his affiliation with the Communist Party Historians Group and emerged as one of the founders of the ‘New Reasoner’, in partnership with E.P. Thompson.

I don’t mind if folk want to leave the People’s Front of Judea and join the Judean People’s Front instead, but while Clough’s mates busied themselves with this and continued the wrangling when they were staying at Croesor, Gwynne and Dafydd were causing havoc.

John Saville’s acquaintances and co-thinkers also included Stuart Hall, Philip Larkin, Doris Lessing and Raphael Samuel. Harry Newton, a left-wing student, had passed himself off as a family friend of Saville. His true identity, as an MI5 agent planted at Saville’s home in Hull, was later uncovered.

Philip Larkin was famously the Librarian at Hull University for years and acquired a following by writing things like ‘They fuck you up your mum and dad’ and ‘Sexual intercourse began/In nineteen sixty-three/(which was rather late for me) -Between the end of the “Chatterley” ban/
And the Beatles’ first LP.’

Larkin had an enthusiastic sado-masochistic relationship with literature scholar Monica Jones as well as with a few other people. Since Larkin’s death his reputation has taken quite a serious fall as a result of allegations of racism, misogyny and his major obsession with porn. Quite a lot was known for years about Larkin’s less attractive characteristics including his bothering of students and other young women, but no-one mentioned it because he was famous.

Before Larkin worked at Hull, from 1946-50 he was Assistant Librarian at Leicester University. Monica also worked at Leicester University. A long-standing paedophile ring operated in Leicester with links to Dafydd and the gang in north Wales, which was concealed by pretty much all sections of society in Leicester, as well as by numerous people working at Leicester University (see post ‘Life In Cold Blood’). There was also of course organised abuse of children and young people in Yorkshire, involving Jimmy Savile and others.

When Doris Lessing was in middle-age, she took in a teenager whom her son knew from school. The teenager had been thrown out of her home – not the teenager’s fault, her family were hugely dysfunctional and she was being abused by them – and her friend, Doris Lessing’s son, told his mum. Doris invited the girl to move in with them. The teenager was Jenny Diski, who later became a well-known writer herself. Jenny Diski experienced some dreadful things when she was young, including some truly bizarre events at the hands of Top Doctors. It seemed that no-one knew what to do with Jenny’s parents, so Jenny was constructed as the problem and was handed over to a psychiatric unit, where as a teenager she resided with much older seriously distressed people. Then she crashed out at Doris Lessing’s place. Jenny Diski wrote about her time living with the Lessings and although Diski appreciated that Lessing was sympathetic and took her in, Lessing seemed to have been remarkably unconcerned at the dreadful things that the adults around Jenny were doing to her. Lessing prioritised something that the sex trafficking social workers of north Wales all prided themselves on doing for their ‘clients’ – she dragged Jenny along to a Top Doctor to be fitted up with contraception. So if Jenny was going to be shagged by a load of worthless people, at least no-one would have to worry about a pregnancy.

 

Raphael Samuel worked at Ruskin College for many years from 1962. In the mid-1960s, Matt Arnold, who later became Head of Bryn Estyn, taught at Ruskin and one of his pupils was Peter Howarth, who was given a job at Bryn Estyn by Arnold months after Arnold was appointed as Head. When Arnold and Howarth were involved with Ruskin, they were working at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where children had been abused. This was concealed by Ernest Armstrong, who used his links to the Education Secretary when Armstrong Chaired the Education Committee of Sunderland Borough Council to keep a lid on it (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III). Armstrong ended up as the Labour MP for North West Durham, 1964-87 and his seat was succeeded by his daughter Hilary. Ernest and Hilary were good mates of Blair. John Prescott was a student at Ruskin (as were many high profile people in the Labour Party and trade union movement) – and a leading light in the Ruskin Students’ Union – when Howarth and Arnold were there (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). Prezza came from north Wales and was Labour MP for Hull East, 1970-2010.

Peter Howarth was one of the few people who went to prison as a result of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Matt Arnold died from an ‘unidentified blood disease’ four days before Howarth’s trial began. Howarth died in Wakefield Prison in April 1997, just after the Waterhouse Inquiry began to hear evidence from witnesses. Ronnie Waterhouse opened the Inquiry in January 1997 but in mid-March, suddenly decided that he needed a holiday. He suspended the Inquiry for a short while during which time he went to Hong Kong to visit his son who worked there. In Hong Kong, Ronnie bumped into Derry Irvine and they had a nice meal and a chat. Howarth died while Ronnie was in Hong Kong.

 

John Saville co-authored with historian Asa Briggs. Briggs spent much of his career at Sussex University in Brighton and was Vice-Chancellor, 1967-76. John Allen owned brothels in Brighton to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and it was in Brighton where five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb in April 1992 (see post ‘The Silence Of The Lambs’).

Asa Briggs was particularly furious when three Sussex undergrads protested against a visit to Sussex University of a US official at a time when there was much bad feeling towards the US re the Vietnam War and threw some red paint over the official. Briggs never forgave them and banged on about it until he died. Then Briggs’s daughter took up the baton and in approx 2004 or 2005, while her father was still very much alive, told Radio 4 that he had never recovered from the trauma of the protesting students. One of the students came from the neighbouring village to Croesor in north Wales and knew about Gwynne and Dafydd et al. When he was much older, his wife died while in the care of the paedophiles’ friends who ran the Walton Centre. At the same time, the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales planned to fit him up for a criminal offence. See post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’.

  • Strange but true
The Lord Briggs
Asa Briggs.jpg

 

Asa Briggs was Chancellor of the Open University, 1978-94. It was in 1979 that Stuart Hall was tempted away from his empire at the Centre for Contemporary Cultural Studies at Birmingham University to take up the Chair of Sociology at the OU (see post ‘Life In Cold Blood’).

Asa came from Yorkshire and served in the Intelligence Corps in WWII and was a friend of the man who later became DG of MI5. See post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’ for further details of Asa’s background and contribution to the world.

 

Ralph Miliband ended his membership of the Labour Party in the mid-1960s and subsequently remained independent of formal political affiliation.

Ralph Miliband’s work was influenced by his friend the American sociologist C. Wright Mills.

Ralph left the LSE in 1972, having found himself torn by the controversies which had beleaguered the institution over the preceding few years, particularly the LSE’s responses to student protests in the late 1960s. He took up the post of Professor of Politics at Leeds University – where Asa Briggs had been Professor of Modern History, 1955-61. The time at Leeds was an unhappy period for Miliband. He suffered a heart attack soon after the move, did not enjoy the administrative responsibilities as a Head of Department and he resigned in 1978.

Leeds was Jimmy Savile/Paedophilia Central and the joint was certainly jumping in 1978. At that time Peter Sutcliffe was murdering women in the area and the endemically corrupt West Yorkshire Police were far too busy colluding with Savile to find a serial killer. In 1980 Peter Sutcliffe murdered a student at Leeds University. Leeds University was in panic at the time and simply advised the girls not to go out anywhere after dark for any reason.

It was in 1978 that Jimmy Savile was chucked off a cruise ship after a complaint that he’d assaulted a 14 year old girl on board. 1978 was also the year that the BBC censored comments made by Johnny Rotten regarding Savile’s unsavoury conduct.

 

Jimmy Savile's name 'whitewashed' from walls of Stoke ...

 

After Leeds, Ralph Miliband subsequently assumed several posts in Canada and the USA. Ralph took a Chair at Brandeis University in 1977 and also lectured at other universities, including York University in Toronto and the City University of New York, although he remained based in London.

By the early 1980s Miliband was active in the Socialist Society with friends such as Tariq Ali and Hilary Wainwright.

 

Tariq Ali was active in the New Left of the 1960s and has long been associated with the ‘New Left Review’. Ali inserted himself – so to speak – into politics through his involvement with ‘The Black Dwarf’ newspaper and joined the International Marxist Group (IMG) in 1968. Tariq Ali was recruited to the leadership of the IMG and became a member of the International Executive Committee of the (reunified) Fourth International. He also befriended influential figures such as Malcolm X, Stokely Carmichael, John Lennon and Yoko Ono. 

John and Yoko holding a particularly ineffective protest:

File:Bed-In for Peace, Amsterdam 1969 - John Lennon & Yoko ...

 

In 1981, the IMG dissolved when its members entered the Labour Party: the IMG was promptly proscribed. Tariq Ali then abandoned activism in the revolutionary left and supported Tony Benn in his bid to become Deputy Leader of the Labour Party that year.

Some ten years ago I wrote to Tony Benn about the abuse of mental health patients in north Wales. Tony wrote me a reply thanking me for my letter and saying ‘sorry, but mental health is not my area’. In 1993 I wrote to Michael Mansfield complimenting him on his work for radical causes and told him about the abuses to which Gwynedd social workers were subjecting their clients. Michael wrote back thanking me for my letter and telling me that it was always good to have support. He didn’t mention Gwynedd social workers in his reply. Or indeed the police investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales which was just coming to an end at that time.

Mike and his Radical Conscience:

Michael Mansfield - Wikipedia

 

Tariq Ali was a member of the Russell Tribunal, also known as the International War Crimes TribunalRussell-Sartre Tribunal, or Stockholm Tribunal. It was a private body organised by Bertrand Russell and hosted by Jean-Paul Sartre. The Tribunal investigated and evaluated American foreign policy and military intervention in Vietnam, following the 1954 defeat of French forces at Dien Bien Phu and the establishment of North and South Vietnam. The Tribunal did not investigate alleged war crimes by the Viet Cong. Bertrand Russell justified the establishment of this body as follows:

If certain acts and violations of treaties are crimes, they are crimes whether the United States does them or whether Germany does them. We are not prepared to lay down a rule of criminal conduct against others which we would not be willing to have invoked against us.

Justice Robert H. Jackson, Chief Prosecutor, Nuremberg War Crimes Trials.

The tribunal was constituted in Nov 1966 and was conducted in two sessions in 1967, in Stockholm and Roskilde. The Tribunal was largely ignored in the US. And probably everywhere else as well.

 

 ‘Nine-year-old DoVan Ngoc exhibits injuries from napalm in Vietnam’. Should Tariq ever suffer third degree chemical burns himself, perhaps he could let me know and I’ll arrange for a crowd of pompous self-righteous old farts with no intention of providing medical treatment, along with TV cameras, to inspect his injuries whilst he’s starkers. You’d never get this through an ethics committee. Unless of course it was an NHS one.

 

Further tribunals were set up in the following decades on the same model, using the denomination Russell Tribunal. eg. Russell Tribunal on Latin America focused on human rights violations in dictatorships of Argentina and Brazil (Rome, 1973), on Chile’s military coup d’état (Rome, 1974–76), on Human Rights in Psychiatry (Berlin, 2001) – ooh I’m glad to hear that, who gave evidence, Dafydd? – on Iraq (Brussels, 2004) and on Palestine (Barcelona, 2009–12). A hearing of the Russell-Sartre Tribunal was announced in Venice (23 Aug 2014) on human rights issues in the East Ukraine war.

Here’s Tariq and Vanessa Redgrave:

Tariq Ali; Vanessa Redgrave, by Lewis Morley, 27 October 1968 - NPG x38958 - © Lewis Morley Archive

Tariq, if you drop me an e mail, I’ll explain why the revolution never happened.

 

Hilary Wainwright, another friend of Ralph’s, is a sociologist and activist who is best known for being editor of ‘Red Pepper’ magazine.

Hilary Wainwright’s father was Richard Wainwright, the Liberal MP for Colne Valley (in Yorkshire), 1966-70 and 1974-87. Richard Wainright was a contemporary of Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith in Parliament. In 1953, Wainwright was elected to the Executive of the Liberal Party, and served as Party Chairman, 1970-72. He was Chairman of the Liberal Party Research Department (1968–70). After 1974, Wainwright focused on the financial management of the party. Wainwright worked with Eric Varley during the Lib-Lab pact of 1977-78. The Lib-Lab pact involved a lot of dealing between unscrupulous people in an attempt to hide everyone’s dirty washing. Little wonder it fell apart.

After Gerald Kaufperson died, it was discovered that Kaufperson had left his entire worldly goods to Eric Varley in his will (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Kaufperson’s children were gobsmacked, but the trauma wasn’t too great because Varley had pre-deceased Kaufperson, so they got the dosh after all, despite Kaufperson’s best efforts.

 

So Richard Wainwright was there throughout all the action: Jeremy telling people that he was planning to kill Norman, Norman telling people that Jeremy was doing terrible things to him and Lisa Nandy’s granddad just insulting Norman in response, Wainwright causing Thorpe’s resignation in 1976, when he called publicly on Thorpe to sue Norman Scott over the homosexual allegations that eventually figured in Thorpe’s trial, Jeremy standing trial and being acquitted after a farce (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’); the two Davids forming an Alliance involving paedophiles’ friends Woy and Shirl, David Steel dismissing Cyril Smith’s multiple serious sexual assaults on children as merely Cyril ‘spanking a few bare bottoms’ and stating that Jeremy’s trial was a tragedy for Jeremy, as opposed to a tragedy for the man whose dog was murdered and would have been murdered himself had the hit man’s gun not jammed.

Hilary: if I know about this, I’m sure that you do.

Richard Wainwright was a founding member of the Executive Committee of Charter 88. Some of those keeping quiet about the wrongdoing at St George’s Hospital Medical School were involved with Charter 88.

When the Liberal Party merged with the SDP to form the Liberal Democrats, Wainwright became a member working as President of the Yorkshire Federation of Liberal Democrats (1989–97).

Wainwright was a Methodist lay preacher. So he will have known child molester George Thomas who was one of the best known Methodist lay preachers in the UK for decades (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Between 1948 and 1958 Richard Wainwright served on the Leeds Group B Hospital Management Committee and was Chairman of the Arthington Hospital and Thorp Arch Hospital Committees. He served on the Committee for the Leeds, Skyrac and Morley Savings Bank Board of Managers and Leeds Library Committee. Further roles included Treasurer of the Leeds Invalid Children’s Aid Society and the Bethany House Free Church Probation Home.

Wainwright will have encountered Jimmy Savile.

Between 1959 and 1984 Wainwright was a member of the Joseph Rowntree Social Services Trust Limited (now the Joseph Rowntree Reform Trust).

Wainwright’s wife Joyce was an active member of the Yorkshire Women’s Liberal Federation, fulfilling roles as both Chairman and President, and Chairman of the Colne Valley Women’s Liberal Council (1959–1987). She was also a member of the Executive of the national Women’s Liberal Federation. Joyce will have known as much as her husband, perhaps even more, because in those days ‘interfering with children’ was something that women heard about more often than men.

 

Hilary Wainwright’s brother, Martin,d worked for ‘The Guardian’ for 37 yrs, leaving in 2013. Martin was the Northern Editor of ‘The Guardian’ for 17 years until 2012. Hilary has occasionally contributed to ‘The Guardian’. Martin had published books on ‘countryside topics’ and on cars and he writes a blog about moths. He didn’t publish anything about Jimmy Savile or the Westminster Paedophile Ring, who I imagine impacted rather more on the nation’s life than moths ever have. Martin’s two sons Oliver and Tom are both journos, for ‘The Guardian’ and ‘The Economist’ respectively.

Hilary Wainwright was educated at the Mount School, York and St Anne’s College, Oxford. She took a further degree at St Antony’s College, Oxford, graduating in 1973. Until 1979, Wainwright was a research fellow at the Department of Sociology at Durham University. Prof David Byrne, a sociologist at Durham University, is someone who has worked in the north east for a long time and knew about organised child abuse in the north east of England but kept schtum about it (see post ‘I Warn You…’).

Hilary was a researcher at the Technology Department of the Open University, 1979-82. In 1982, she became Red Ken’s Deputy Chief Economic Adviser to the GLC, where she would have found out about all those kids in care from London Boroughs who were sent to children’s homes in north Wales.

Wainwright is a Fellow of the Transnational Institute, Amsterdam; Senior Research Associate at the International Centre for Participation Studies at the Department for Peace Studies, University of Bradford, UK and previously research fellow at the Centre for the Study of Global Governance at the LSE. She has also been a visiting Professor and Scholar at the University of California, Los Angeles; Havens Center, University of Wisconsin, Madison and Todai University, Tokyo. Formerly on the Editorial Board of ‘New Left Review’, Hilary was also on the National Council of the Catalyst think tank.

Hilary is ‘concerned with the emergence of new forms of democratic accountability within parties, movements and the state. She has documented examples of resurgent democratic movements in many countries around the world and the lessons they provide for progressive politics’.

OK Hil, I’ll call on you next re the resurgent democratic movement, because Wedgy Benn, Mike Mansfield and Tariq haven’t managed to launch the revolution yet. Let me know when you can fit it in among the columns for ‘The Guardian’.

In July 2015, Wainwright endorsed Jeremy Corbyn’s campaign in the Labour Party leadership election. She said: ‘To be honest, the Labour Party isn’t worth that valuable three quid. But a platform for someone who not only insists that there is an alternative, but stretches himself to support everyone who is fighting for it, is beyond anything that money can buy.’ Hilary added: ‘I believe Jeremy Corbyn should be supported not as an attempt to ‘reclaim the Labour Party’ but as a transition to a political organisation beyond the Labour Party and beyond parliamentary politics’.

Jeremy Corbyn formerly worked for NUPE, which represented many social workers and managers who presided over the abuse of children in their care. Dr Liz Davies, who blew the whistle on the abuse of children in the care of Islington Borough Council, maintains that she told Jeremy, the local MP, that the kids were being abused but Jeremy did not act. Some of the children abused by the Islington gang were killed and one social worker disappeared and was never seen again. Jeremy’s election agent, Derek Sawyer, was the business partner of Derek Slade, who was imprisoned for sexual assaults on a number of children (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

In 1971, Wainwright married the British philosopher Roy Bhaskar. They split up, remained close friends, but never divorced.

Whilst on the topic of Socialist Feminist Wimmin, I’ll mention the magical realist feminist novelist Angela Carter. Angela was very much part of the zeitgeist of the 1970s and 80s and wrote about matters such as the abuse and enslavement of wimmin and contributed her thoughts to the debate on porn. Angela grew up in south London and as a teenager suffered from anorexia. Angela was often held up to be someone with Caring Wimmin’s Ways. So imagine my surprise when I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School and I discovered that the dreadful Dr Cathy Wilson had become friends with Angela Carter via a reading group. The Cathy who, along with her colleagues, was concealing a paedophile and trafficking ring in south London with links across Europe. Cathy really admired Angela’s Wimmin’s Writing.

One of Carter’s most well-known books is ‘Nights At The Circus’. Other volumes included ‘The Infernal Desire Machines Of Dr Hoffman’ and ‘The Bloody Chamber’.

 

Ralph Miliband died in 1994. He is buried in Highgate Cemetery, close to Karl Marx. My friends who were targeted by a gangster and then forced out of their jobs at the Royal Television Society and the BBC after they found out what was happening to me in north Wales lived just down the road from Highgate Cemetery when they were targeted. They were members of the Labour Party and campaigned for Tessa Jowell no less, lived among the lefties in Camden yet no-one stood by them. See post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’.

The Milibands lived in Primrose Hill and later in Bolton Gardens, South Kensington.

 

Ralph’s elder son, David, was Labour MP for South Shields, 2001-13, one of Blair’s allies up there in the north east, at the site of one of the big paedophile gangs with direct links to Dafydd et al. David served in the Cabinet, from 2007-10 as Foreign Secretary, during which time he wowed Hillary Clinton. That was before Hillary just knew that she would be breaking a glass ceiling, until America decided that they’d rather have Trump than another sodding Clinton. The Clinton had elbowed every other Democrat possibility out of the way because she just knew that being President was her right, so the Republicans got in.

For details of David Miliband’s unscrupulous struggle to climb the greasy pole, see posts ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’. David is now failing to make headway re the Syria crisis, in his capacity as CEO of the International Rescue Committee. The Syrians are being barrel bombed by a former London Top Doc (see post ‘The Rakes’ Progress’) and we know how much trouble politicians have saying no to Top Docs who are killing people.

 

Ralph’s younger son Ed’s climb to the top was as unprincipled as that of his brother, although it was actually Ed who beat his brother – although David was perceived to be more able – in the Labour Party leadership contest in Sept 2010.

Ed was elected as Labour MP for Doncaster North in 2005. So once again, Blair ensured that a safe pair of hands ended up in a constituency with a problem of long standing child sexual abuse. Ed served as Minister for the Third Sector in the Cabinet Office, 2007-08, in which role he was party to the excesses of the Third Sector, including their ruthless fundraising methods, their collusion with the abuse of vulnerable people and their terror of challenging Gov’t. In Oct 2008 Ed was promoted to the position of Secretary of the Department of Energy and Climate Change (DECC).

It was Ed who drafted the 2010 Labour Party manifesto. Labour lost the 2010 General Election. So the only sensible course of action for the Labour Party, was to, just a few months later, select Ed as their leader. The Windbag announced that he would endorse Ed’s campaign, saying that Ed had ‘the capacity to inspire people’ and that he had ‘strong values and the ability to ‘lift’ people’. Other senior Labour figures who backed Ed included Tony Benn and former Deputy Leaders Fattersley and Margaret Beckett in her caravan.

If all Labour supporters known to me put their heads in their hands and said ‘Oh God no, Ed’s going to be a disaster, we’ll lose the fucking election now’, why couldn’t Benn, Fattersely and Beckett have seen it? Obviously I know why the Windbag couldn’t, the Windbag has a well-developed inability to foresee an election thrashing.

Li’l old Ed certainly got off to a flying start in politics. In the late 1980s, before he took his A levels, he worked as an intern for Tony Benn, a family friend. After A levels, Ed went to Corpus Christie, Oxford, where he became JCR President. I know someone who knew Ed in those days and Ed gave them a bollocking for voting for what Ed claimed was the ‘establishment’ candidate in a University election. So is this person now filling his boots in the financial services, pursuing an establishment job or beavering away in the staid civil service, unlike the Rebel Ed? No. He’s an academic at Bangor University publishing excellent work but he also has an outstanding track record with regard to mentoring and supporting disadvantaged students or students with difficulties. He has been bullied in the workplace, partly because of his insistence on defending other members of staff who were treated unfairly and on one occasion because of his support for me as the paedophiles’ friends came after my blood. He showed rather more strength than your dad’s mates did Ed. This academic’s Head of Dept who behaved so appallingly was married to one of the UCU reps, a revolutionary Marxist. Oh the irony. Furthermore, my former colleague didn’t feel able to make representation about all the gross experiences to which he was subjected by his Head of Dept, because some of it could only be interpreted as sexual harassment and he felt that a male member of staff could not really make a complaint about a female Head of Dept sexually harassing him. He even wondered if he was misinterpreting things. I did explain that he wasn’t, when a female Head of Dept kneels on a desk in front of a male member of staff and shoves her cleavage in his face, she does know what she is doing. Didn’t you Stephanie Marriott? As she did when she knowingly tried to block research grant applications that I had written with the man whom Marriott was doing all that she could to drive out of his job.

Come on Ed, send out a #Me Too in support of your old neighbour at Corpus Christie!

In 1992 Ed was employed as a researcher on C4 for Andrew Rawnsley, on the programme ‘A Week In Politics’. There was at the time a police investigation into allegations that a VIP paedophile ring was in operation in north Wales. The ring which so many of Ed’s dad’s mates knew about.

In 1993 Ed became the policy researcher and speechwriter to Harriet. The Harriet who was MP for Peckham, where my mates were rehoused after they had been hounded out of Archway by a gangster. Peckham was positively dangerous, their flat was broken into within three weeks of them moving in, then a woman dosed up to the eye-balls on heroin drove into one of my friends and injured her and the local GP accused my friend of malingering to obtain compensation (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

Harriet fought election campaigns on her support for the NHS. Harriet’s dad was a Harley Street doctor.

In 1994, Ed worked for Gordon Brown, under the new Party leader Blair!

Ed was Gordon’s SPAD, 1997-02. Up in north Wales, the Waterhouse Inquiry came and went and the corpses of former kids in care and psych patients were discovered on a regular basis. All those metropolitan revolutionaries who knew people in north Wales from their visits to the region remained silent.

In July 2002, it was announced that Ed would take a 12-month unpaid sabbatical from HM Treasury to be a visiting scholar at Harvard. He spent his time at Harvard teaching economics and stayed there after Sept 2003 for an additional semester teaching a course titled ‘What’s Left? The Politics of Social Justice’. During this time, in the spirit of social justice, Primrose Hill dwelling-Oxford-educated-son of a well-known Professor Ed was granted ‘access’ to Senator John Kerry and reported to Gordon Brown on the presidential hopeful’s progress.

In 2002 in north Wales, the paedophile gang that Ed’s dad’s friends all knew about embarked upon yet another attempt to have me imprisoned on the basis of their perjury (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

After Ed returned to the UK in Jan 200, Gordon Brown appointed him Chairman of HM Treasury’s Council of Economic Advisers with specific responsibility for directing the UK’s long-term economic planning.

In early 2005, Ed resigned his advisory role to HM Treasury to stand for election. Gordon Brown visited Doncaster North during the General Election campaign to support Ed. Ed was elected on 5 May 2005.

It was about at this time that John McTernan’s brother-in-law stole my computer.

 

On 27 Sept 2013, the ‘Daily Mail’ published an article disputing Ralph Miliband’s patriotism with the headline ‘The man who hated Britain’. Three days later, after negotiations, the ‘Mail’ published a response by Ed describing his father’s life and saying that the Daily Mail’s article was character assassination. At the same time as publishing this response, the newspaper reiterated its assertion and published an editorial refusing to apologise. The Labour leader’s office responded that Ed: ‘wanted the ‘Daily Mail’ to treat his late father’s reputation fairly. Rather than acknowledge it has smeared his father, the newspaper has repeated its original claim. This simply diminishes the ‘Daily Mail’ further. It will be for people to judge whether this newspaper’s treatment of a war veteran, Jewish refugee from the Nazis and distinguished academic reflects the values and decency we should all expect in our political debate.’

Just for the record Ed, I don’t think that your dad hated Britain either and it is only the ‘Daily Mail’ that could ever equate being a Marxist sociologist with ‘hating Britain’. However I do think that your dad was a grade A hypocrite who, along with many of his friends, turned his back on some desperate people in need because helping them would have involved going public on some very unpalatable truths about serious crime and abuse in swathes of the welfare state, including the NHS. Your dad died at the age of 70 after heart surgery had given him a few extra years. He wasn’t beaten and raped in a children’s home and then fitted up and transferred to Risley Remand Centre where he was then murdered; he wasn’t unlawfully imprisoned in a dungeon in an asylum in the middle of the Welsh hills and he wasn’t even forced out of two careers and denied all NHS treatment because he had complained about a group of Top Doctors who were running a trafficking ring. Your dad suffered when he was young Ed, but he suffered at the hands of the Nazis. No-one then spent a lifetime telling him that the Nazis were caring people doing their best and that he was a lying bastard for suggesting that they weren’t.

Ed and David did not experience disadvantage when they were young. Ralph made damn sure that they never ended up in a kids home in north Wales or on the receiving end of Dafydd. Instead they bagged jobs as interns for Tony Benn.

Ed had another scrap with the press – the ‘Mail On Sunday’ – when it was found that a reporter had intruded on the private funeral of Ed’s uncle. Lord Rothermere and the Mail On Sunday’s Editor apologised for this. The funeral concerned was that of Uncle Harry aka Prof Harry Keen, a Top Doc at Guy’s and Tommy’s. Some of Uncle Harry’s colleagues were among the highest earners in medicine, holding NHS consultancy posts and running Harley Street practices. A number of Uncle Harry’s colleagues knew Dafydd et al and were concealing their crimes. Dafydd et al weren’t pilfering from the office Ed, they ran a paedophile gang and killed witnesses whilst your Uncle’s mates ignored it and drove down to Harley Street in their Rolls Royces. 

 

What’s Left? Nothing Ed, you and your extended network have had the lot.

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“The creatures outside looked from pig to Cabinet Minister, and from Cabinet Minister to pig, and from pig to Cabinet Minister again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.” 

The Boxers are all dead Ed. They’ve worked their arses off, they’ve been bled dry and flogged off to the knackers yard. There are only Napoleans, Snowballs and Squealers left. They can’t do anything, they won’t work hard and they all want to be leader. What are you going to do?

 

Despite Ed losing the election, the UK’s splendid system of patronage and cronyism meant that Ed was allowed to nominate a few who would be elevated to the peerage in the bun fest. One such person nominated by Ed was Spencer Livermore. Spencer ran Ed’s campaign. Ed’s disastrous, failed campaign. So naturally Spencer was given a seat in the Lords.

Spencer Elliot Livermore, Baron Livermore (born 12 June 1975) is a Labour Party strategy and communications professional ie. he organises campaigns which fail. 

Spencer served as an adviser to the New Labour Gov’t, 1997-08, as Director of Strategy to the PM and as Chief Strategy Adviser to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Anyone remember that huge financial crash which happened when Spencer and Gordon were steering the ship?  Harriet thought that if only Lehman Brothers had been called Lehman Sisters it would have all been avoided, but I suspect that there might have been something rather more amiss than that.

Spencer also served as a senior adviser on four General Elections campaigns: 1997, 2001, 2005, and 2015. ‘The Guardian’ described him as one of the most experienced election campaigners in the Labour Party. Philip Gould described him in ‘The Unfinished Revolution’ as one of seven people who devised the strategy for the election-winning 2001 and 2005 General Election campaigns.

Spencer, do you know anything about that computer of mine which John McTernan’s brother-in-law nicked? Or about Betty Williams, one of Blair’s babes, getting her minders to throw me out of Tesco in Bangor when she was canvassing in there before the 2005 General Election and I asked her a few questions about deaths and patient harm in the north Wales NHS?

Livermore grew up in Essex and studied at the LSE, graduating in 1996.

During his time with New Labour, Livermore also worked on a number of US congressional campaigns.

Spencer is gay and is married to Seb Dance MEP, who represents the London region for the Labour Party. Seb was born in Wandsworth in Dec 1981. So Seb probably grew up just down the road from St George’s Hospital when the staff of that institution – many of whom lived in Wandsworth – were colluding with a trafficking ring. By the late 1980s, Dafydd and Lucille in north Wales had a direct link to Wandsworth Social Services. The Director of Education for Wandsworth, Donald Naismith, was known to be a paedophile and was abusing kids in care. The staff of St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were also selling and distributing Class A drugs. The gang operating out of St George’s/Wandsworth was a pan-European operation.

Seb, many of the people who are named on my documents relating to these crimes are not only still alive but they are working in medicine/the social services, many of them in London. In your capacity as an MEP for London, should you not be taking an interest in this?

Michael Mansfield lived in Wandsworth and was someone else who ignored it all.

Seb went to Manchester University and worked as a sabbatical officer with the SU. When Seb was at Manchester, the mental health services in Manchester were dangerous, patients were dying and there was also intimidation of staff who had dared speak out about this by their NHS colleagues AND union officials.

Before Seb became an MEP, he worked for the charidee Action Aid. One of the mental health patients whom I knew in north Wales who was unlawfully detained and wrecked by huge doses of anti-psychotics etc had previously lived in London and worked for Action Aid. She told me a few very worrying things about Action Aid Seb, but of course anything she said was dismissed by the Angels because she was mad. On one occasion she maintained that Dr Tony Francis arrived on the ward late at night and exposed himself to her. Her parents – who were her carers – were livid and demanded an investigation. They were told that Francis was not in the hospital that night. I don’t know whether he was or was not, but I do know that this young woman had been originally sectioned by Jackie Brandt, a Gwynedd social worker who had detained me unlawfully just months previously. I also know that Dafydd turned up at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh to see me at midnight, when I was in bed. Dafydd’s late night visit was not recorded on my file anywhere.

By the way Seb, did you know John Westendorp of Action Aid? Because I did! He came and stayed at my place on Anglesey in 2000. He’d come to north Wales because a Hergest patient who was a talented artist donated an oil painting to be sold to raise money for Action Aid. The artist originally offered the painting to Ysbyty Gwynedd, but weeks later the Angel Bridget Lloyd perjured herself and had him arrested, so he withdrew his offer and gave the painting to Action Aid instead.

Funny Seb working for Action Aid, what with me having had contact with them before he was employed by Action Aid! And a Hergest-paedophile gang link as well!

Seb was an adviser to the Secretary of State for N Ireland, 2007-09. Which was Shaun Woodward, who began his political career as a Tory MP. Before he entered Parliament, Woodward worked as a researcher and producer for BBC TV News and Current Affairs on the programmes ‘That’s Life’, ‘Panorama’ and ‘Newsnight’, 1982-90. So Shaun worked for ‘That’s Life’ when I wrote to Esther about the abuse of patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, when Esther launched her mental health campaign in the late 1980s.

From 1991–2, Shaun was Director of Communications for the Conservative Party. While the first police investigation of a possible VIP paedophile ring in north Wales was taking place. And of course while my career and the careers of three other witnesses were ruined (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw). And when relatives and friends of senior members of the Tory Party were turning up in Somerset giving Coutts cheques to people who knew what was happening to me in north Wales (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’). Hey Shaun, do you remember Feb 1991, when Lilibet knighted Peter Morrison, a member of the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring? You can’t have not noticed, Morrison had run Thatcher’s leadership campaign for her just weeks before, but she lost to Major.

Woodward was selected as Douglas Hurd’s successor as Conservative candidate for Witney at the 1997 General Election. I wonder if Shaun ever got round to chatting to Douglas about all the criminality in north Wales that Douglas concealed when he was Home Secretary? Or how Douglas covered up events at the Kincora Boys’ Home when Douglas was Secretary of State for N Ireland.

Woodward then left the Tories and joined the ruling Labour Party in 1999, after William Hague sacked Woodward from the front bench for supporting the repeal of Section 28. Woodward was given a job co-ordinating the Labour Party’s 2001 General Election campaign. Woodward’s local Conservative constituency association requested that he resign and run again in a by-election under the Labour banner. Woodward continued to represent his constituency for two years.

Woodward’s defection was welcomed by Blair, Mandy et al, but he was strongly criticised by others from both the Tory and Labour Parties.

In the June 2001 General Election, Woodward decided not to contest his Witney seat and instead found a safe Labour seat in St Helen’s South. Chris Mullin wrote with shock of ‘the awful Shaun Woodward’, calling ‘the New Labour elite parachuting [Woodward] into a safe seat … one of New Labour’s vilest stitch-ups … made my flesh creep’. St Helen’s was part of Dafydd’s Merseyside empire (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’). In May 2005, Woodward was re-elected for St Helen’s South.

After the 2005 election, Woodward was appointed junior Minister at the N Ireland Office, under Peter Hain. In the May 2006 reshuffle, Blair named Woodward junior Minister at the Dept for Culture, Media and Sport. On 28 June 2007, in his first Cabinet, newly appointed PM Gordon Brown appointed Woodward as the N Ireland Secretary, replacing Peter Hain. Woodward chose not to receive a ministerial salary because of his personal wealth. As N Ireland Secretary, Woodward reportedly became a close confidant of Gordon Brown. This was largely due to Woodward’s previous first hand experiences of the beleaguered Gov’t of John Major. 

Woodward was retained as Shadow Secretary of State for N Ireland by Labour leader Ed for just under a year.

In Nov 2013 Woodward announced that he would stand down from Parliament at the next General Election. Ed wrote to him: ‘In 1999, you made an incredibly hard decision to cross the floor of the House and join the Labour party. It took personal courage and political commitment, and our party will forever be grateful to you.’

 

Woodward married Camilla Davan Sainsbury, daughter of former Conservative MP Tim Sainsbury of the supermarkets in May 1987; they announced their separation after 28 years on 20 Dec 2015. They have one son and three daughters, including the food blogger Ella Woodward.

Lord David Sainsbury is Sir Tim Sainsbury’s cousin. David Sainsbury gave millions to the Labour Party and was appointed Science Minister, two events which were, as stressed by Charlie Falconer, unrelated. David founded the Sainsbury Centre for Mental Health, which at one point was virtually dictating mental health policy under Blair and was shamelessly plugged in teaching resources for the NVQ in Mental Health. David Sainsbury was appointed Chancellor of Cambridge University in 2011 after donating more than £100 million to the institution. More recently, Lord David has bankrolled research into neuroscience at UCL. For further details regarding whom David is funding, see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’.

 

After leaving his wife, Woodward was reported to be in a relationship with Luke Redgrave, a film cameraman and the grandson of the actor Sir Michael Redgrave, Vanessa’s father. In 2016 Woodward and Redgrave were living together in The Hamptons, New York State.

In March 2001, Woodward was said to be the only Labour MP with a butler.

Woodward currently serves as Chair of the Board of Trustees at the Human Dignity Trust and the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art (LAMDA). He also serves as a member of the Board of Directors at the Hamptons International Film Festival.

 

After Gordon Brown failed to call a General Election, Spencer Livermore left Downing Street in 2008 and joined Saatchi & Saatchi as Senior Strategist, shaping strategy for clients including Eurostar, the BBC and Asda. Livermore also became a Director at London-based communications consultancy Blue Rubicon. He developed insight-based communication strategies for multinational companies, including Shell, Coca-Cola, GSK, Lloyds Banking Group, Centrica and McDonalds.

In 2012, Spencer set up Thirty Six Strategy, where he applied the techniques of political campaign strategy to advise clients on their corporate and brand positioning.

In Dec 2013 Livermore returned to the political arena when he was appointed the Labour Party’s General Election Campaign Director for its unsuccessful 2015 General Election. In Nov 2015 Spencer gave an interview on BBC Radio 4 setting out why Labour lost that election. I presumed that it had something to do with the Party leader being a tosser, who surrounded himself with other tossers and the whole lot of them enraging the nation when they openly discussed which tosser was going to have which Cabinet job weeks before the election. Dyed in the wool Tories weren’t going to vote Labour anyway and although Spencer might not have noticed this, thousands of potential Labour voters have now had a bellyful of strategic communication advisers specialising in corporate brand positioning. It is bollocks Spencer and it’s losing the Labour Party elections.

 

 

 

Now Then…

When I was an undergrad at UCNW I was friends with a PhD student who had done his first degree at Liverpool University. He was an outstanding student but he didn’t get a First because although he achieved the highest mark in his finals papers that anyone on his course had ever achieved, his final year project, by his own admission, was a laughable disgrace because he’d got bored with it and gone off fishing instead. The external examiner for his course had been Professor Geoff Sagar, who was a plant biologist at UCNW and who must have known about Dafydd and the paedophiles, but I didn’t realise that at the time. The PhD student entertained everyone at Bangor with his story of Sagar conducting his viva, which went very well until Sagar paused and said ‘Now Then’ – and pulled out the shameful joke of a project, dumped it on the desk and asked the student to explain himself. He didn’t really have an excuse, so he ended up with a 2:1.

As the Top Docs continue their screaming and stamping of feet amidst demands for more money, even in the wake of the Gosport War Memorial Hospital Scandal, I thought that it was about time that the Top Docs were given a Sagaresque Now Then moment. Keep reading, it’ll be coming later in this post.

 

In the aftermath of the Gosport Scandal, this morning the ‘Today’ programme on Radio 4 interviewed Professor Sir Brian Jarman. Jarman has been studying mortality rates in the NHS for years now – so he knew what was going on at Gosport but said nothing – and knows how dangerous and dire parts of the NHS are. Justin Webb just about dragged an admission out of Jarman that ‘perhaps’ a Gosport-like situation ‘might’ be happening right now somewhere in the NHS (read the ‘Daily Post’ Mr Webb, it won’t be rocket science to work out where the current Gosport is taking place). Brian Jarman was honest enough to say that whistleblowing is impossible in the NHS. Which is why Brian Jarman has never done it.

Brian Jarman was Professor of Primary Health Care and General Practice, 1983−98, at what is now called Imperial College School of Medicine and remains within that Dept in an Emeritus capacity. The wrongdoing of those within that institution has featured extensively on this blog, particularly the contingent at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS.

Jarman was President of the BMA from 2003−4. So it’s Jarman’s peers who are lying, concealing patient harm and deaths, colluding with serious crime and terrorising anyone who looks in danger of being a whistleblower.

Jarman developed he Hospital Standardised Mortality Ratio (HSMR) methodology in his capacity as Director of the Dr Foster Unit at Imperial College, London. This method was applied by Dr Foster Intelligence.

Jarman is also part-time Senior Fellow at the Institute of Healthcare Improvement, Boston, USA.

Jarman originally trained in the natural sciences, graduating from Cambridge in 1954 and completing a PhD in Geophysics at Imperial College in 1960. Jarman and Imperial go back a long way then. He’ll know the Imperial big wigs who have starred on this blog previously, after using their knowledge of wrongdoing to advance the cause of Imperial College and themselves, for example Lord Brian Flowers (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

After working for Shell Oil Company for three years as an exploration geologist in the Sahara and elsewhere, Jarman switched to medicine, completing a medical degree at St Mary’s Hospital Medical School in 1969. He then worked at St Mary’s, as a Clinical Fellow at Harvard and elsewhere in hospital posts. Jarman has pioneered work in the development of socio-economic indicators of health status (Under Privileged Area scores or Jarman Index). Part of his current work includes calculating adjusted hospital death rates in England, USA, Sweden and the Netherlands and helping hospitals to use the analyses to introduce improvements in care in order to reduce death rates.

Jarman challenged the accepted ideas on the provision of beds in London and, following his special University Lecture at the invitation of Sir Colin Dollery, a Committee of Health Authority Chief Executives was formed to revise previous bed closure plans. Jarman was European Editor of ‘Journal Watch’ (a sister publication of the New England Journal of Medicine) until 2004 and frequently participates in national and international advisory work as well as in the development of Medical Informatics.

Malcolm Pearce of St George’s Hospital Medical School published in the New England Journal of Medicine when I worked at St George’s, 1989-91. On that occasion Malcolm published on the use of Doppler ultrasound scans. In 1995 Malcolm was struck off  for research fraud. Some of Malcolm’s previous work had been shown to be fraudulent as well, but I don’t think that his work on Doppler ultrasound was reinvestigated. Jarman will have known about Malcolm’s work being unmasked as fraudulent by 1995.

 

Sir Colin Dollery graduated in physiology and medicine from Birmingham University in 1956 and was Vice-President of the NUS. So he probably knew Fred Jarvis, the trade unionist, who was President of the NUS, 1952-54, General Secretary of the NUT, 1975-89 and President of the TUC in 1987. The NUT and TUC both concealed organised abuse, including that of Dafydd and the paedophile gang in north Wales.

Dollery worked at Hammersmith Hospital, 1958-96. He too will have known of the research fraud and misconduct that was rampant in that institution throughout those years. Dollery worked there when Hugh Bentall purchased his Chair in Cardiac Surgery and at the time of the worrying death of Bentall’s senior colleague Prof Ian Aird at Hammersmith Hospital not long before that (see post ‘Interesting Facts’).

Dollery was Professor of Clinical Pharmacology and Medicine at Hammersmith/RPMS. I did an MSc at RPMS, 1986-87, which was taught jointly by the Depts of Histopathology and Clinical Pharmacology, but I don’t remember Colin Dollery. However, some of the clinical pharmacologists spent so much time acting as consultants to Big Pharma that they were not in RPMS that much.

Dollery was Dean of the RPMS 1993-96 and Pro Vice-Chancellor for Medicine of the University of London over a similar period. So Dollery was PVC for London University when Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain and Malcolm Pearce carried out their research fraud at St George’s in 1994.

Colin Dollery is at present Senior consultant for GSK, a position that he has held since Sept 1996. He sits on their Global Safety Board, Scientific Review Board and until recently the Portfolio Investment Board. When I was at RPMS, someone there had good links to SKF – which later became GSK – because in 1988 our MSc class went on a three day placement to SKF. It was interesting, but we were told very frankly by the SKF pharmacologist who spent most of the time with us – who had left his job at Guy’s after being lured by a much higher salary at SKF – that he would never dare challenge his managers. In fact he was so frightened of them that when it was realised that we had left our bags in a room which had subsequently been occupied by a group of middle managers for a meeting, the former Guy’s researcher was too frightened to go into the room to retrieve our gear, on the grounds of ‘that sort of thing can really damage your career here’. So we had to wait ages for the meeting to finish. Nonetheless, he told us that it was great at SKF and he’d never bother to work in a university again.
The former Guy’s researcher might have toadied with the best, but it didn’t save his bacon. I kept in touch with someone who knew him and about 12 months later he lost his job. He didn’t even interrupt a meeting, his division was shut down at short notice and everyone made redundant because SKF simply felt like it.
Brian Jarman has had no such interruptions to his career. Jarman was so sought after by Gov’t that he was a member of the London Strategic Review Panel, set up by the then Health Secretary, Frank Dobson, to advise the Department of Health on the development of hospitals, medical education and the research needs of London, which reported in Feb 1998.
Dobbo and Blair concealed many disasters and deaths in the NHS, including of course Mid-Staffs (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).
From 1999-01, Jarman was a panel member of the Bristol Royal Infirmary Inquiry, which investigated the Bristol Children’s Heart Surgery Scandal. Which no-one ever got to the bottom of, because so many of their peers in children’s cardiac surgery could not be relied upon to give an honest assessment of their colleague’s work – including the crack team from Hammersmith/RPMS.
Jarman became a Fellow of the Royal College of General Practitioners in 1984. So he will have known Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who facilitated the sex trafficking gang in north Wales and who held high office in the Royal College of GPs for years from the 1980s onward. I bet that Wood knew Hugh Bentall as well and Hugh’s son Richard, who was a psychology student at UCNW when Wood was running that trafficking gang under the guise of being the UCNW students’ GP. Richard Bentall later became a Prof of Psychology at Bangor (see post ‘Interesting Facts’).
Brian Jarman was knighted in 1998. After the Waterhouse Report had heard evidence from the former residents of children’s homes in north Wales and their accounts of beatings and sexual abuse had been met with accusations from the Waterhouse Inquiry panel and lawyers that they were a bunch of lying bastards.

 

 

Now Then.

Geoffrey Victor Price Chamberlain (21 April 1930 – Oct 2014) was Professor and Academic Head of the Department of Obs and Gynae at St George’s, who along with his colleague Malcom Pearce became embroiled in a huge research fraud scandal in the mid-1990s, of which I have blogged much about in previous posts.

One of Chamberlain’s interests was in maternal mortality and he often presented to the triennal Confidential Enquiries into Maternal Death Reports. He frequently recommended GP Irvine Loudon’s book, Death in Childbirth, which he described as ‘first rate’ and Chamberlain authored articles on the subject.

During the 1980s, a patient died from eclampsia at St George’s. It should never have happened, but it did because her care was not what it should have been. There was much bad feeling towards Chamberlain on the part of the midwives at St George’s because, according to them, this lady died as a result of a cock-up on the part of a Top Doc, but if that had been admitted it would have damaged Chamberlain and his team, so Chamberlain investigated and wrote a report blaming a midwife instead.

 

Dr Irvine Loudon’s obituary describes Louden as ‘gifted as a doctor, particularly in the field of obstetrics, as a medical historian, and as an artist’. He published widely on childbirth fever and maternal mortality. The 2005 World Health Organisation Report ‘Make Every Child and Mother Count’ cites Loudon first in its references.

Loudon was born in Cardiff in 1924, the son of a Scottish GP. After the Cathedral School in Llandaff – Chamberlain attended this school as well – and Dauntsey’s School in Wiltshire, Louden read medicine at the Queen’s College, Oxford, joining the RAF during WWII. After Oxford, he chose general practice; he ‘wanted to serve the community and be in charge of his own work’. A forceful defender of the NHS (he refused to take private patients), Loudon brought about one of the country’s first purpose-built health centres next to the hospital. Loudon wouldn’t have needed private patients – he’d had his mouth stuffed with gold by Nye Bevan (see post ‘The History, Boys…’) and as a GP he could do what he wanted into the bargain.

An interest in medical history caused Irvine Loudon, in 1982, to join the Wellcome History of Medicine Unit as a research fellow. He was made an honorary fellow of Green College (now Green Templeton College), Oxford in 1999. Loudon’s other books included ‘Medical Care and the General Practitioner 1750-1850’ and ‘The Tragedy of Childbed Fever’.

So Loudon was another Top Doc who wrote the history of those who went before him and influenced what others wrote about more recent Top Docs, including his senior colleagues. Perhaps Loudon influenced the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales who developed a sudden interest in publishing on the history of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the 1990s, when the police investigations into the abuse of children in north Wales began (see post ‘More Alan Bennett’).

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Loudon’s interests included graphic art. In Oxford he took classes in life drawing. In 1983 Louden learnt to etch at the Oxford Printmakers Co-operative and his well-observed and skilfully made etchings brought election to the Royal Society of Painter-Printmakers in 1995. He exhibited mostly at Bankside Gallery, London, Oxford Art Society and the Dolphin Gallery, Wantage.

 

In his role with the National Birthday Trust, Geoffrey Chamberlain directed four national surveys of British obstetrics. The National Birthday Trust was a charity which promoted safer childbirth. After he left Oxford University in the mid-60s, Jeffrey Archer worked as a fundraiser for the National Birthday Trust (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

 

In Dec 1994 Chamberlain was obliged to resign from his Chair, his Editorship of the British Journal of Obs and Gynae and his Presidency of the Royal College of Obs and Gynae, following the dismissal from St George’s of his colleague Malcolm Pearce for research fraud (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Although Chamberlain’s name was on the paper in question, Chamberlain gave evidence against Malcolm and swore blind that he had not known about the fraud and that this whole messy business was simply a result of a ‘gift authorship’, Chamberlain’s name only appearing on the paper because he was Head of Dept.

Whilst gift authorship was common and some people’s names did appear on papers although they had not carried out the work themselves, the article which resulted in Pearce being sacked and struck off claimed that a near-miraculous operation had been carried out at St George’s by Pearce – the successful transfer of an embryo of an ectopic pregnancy from the fallopian tube to the uterine cavity. Chamberlain was extroverted and media friendly, if such a feat had been performed at St George’s, he would have demanded to meet the mother and the baby for media and PR purposes. Chamberlain wouldn’t have just merely rubber-stamped Malcolm’s paper, he’d have wanted a peerage out of that. Where were the mother and baby? Where were the theatre team who had assisted in the operation? Chamberlain must have known that no such operation had taken place when that paper was written, but Chamberlain threw Pearce to the wolves to save his own skin. Which, with Chamberlain’s celebrity friendships and him also being mates with Sir George Pinker, the Royal gynaecologist (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum and Mason Connection’), he was able to do.

Despite the tainting of his reputation, in 2000 Chamberlain was offered sanctuary by Swansea University – an institution heavily influenced by Rhodri Morgan and Edwina Hart – where he published an internationally acclaimed textbook, From Witchcraft to Wisdom, whilst teaching history of medicine as an Apothecaries’ lecturer (see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’). In a previous post I speculated that Chamberlain would have remained living in London nevertheless, but according to Chamberlain’s wiki entry, he did relocate to Wales. Just in time for the publication/immediate aftermath of the Waterhouse Report then, which covered up the paedophile ring that Chamberlain and his colleagues had been colluding with and concealing for years.

At the time of the submission of the Waterhouse Report, Alun Michael stepped down as FM and Rhodri Morgan succeeded him. Jane Hutt was the Welsh Gov’ts Health Minister. Hutt was a former social worker and her father was the Top Doctor Michael Hutt. Michael Hutt was educated at Eastbourne College, then at London University and at Tommy’s. After spending most of the 1960s in Uganda (yes, really), Michael Hutt returned to the UK to take up the Chair of Geographical Pathology at Tommy’s, which he held until his retirement in 1983, when he became an Emeritus. Professor Jim Watson, who worked at the Maudsley with Dafydd and spent years protecting him, subsequently passed through St George’s Hospital Medical School, setting up a sex therapy clinic there and then set up a sex therapy clinic at Guy’s and St Thomas’s. Ed Miliband’s notorious Uncle Harry, being a Top Doctor at Guy’s and Tommy’s, will also have been networked into this merry crowd.

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

 

Chamberlain was born in Hove, Sussex, although his father, Albert Victor Chamberlain, was the Lord Mayor of Cardiff’s Secretary. Geoffrey Chamberlain’s early education was at Llandaff Cathedral School, followed by Cowbridge Grammar School, before he went on to UCL to study medicine.

Chamberlain’s ‘flair at rugby at school’ earned him the nickname ‘Bodger’. Chamberlain revelled in that nickname, he had a tankard with ‘Bodger’ engraved on it which he produced at graduation for the entertainment and delight of the parents of the newly qualified Top Docs. People also gave Chamberlain prezzies and cards with ‘Bodger’ on them, although you could only call him Bodger if you were quite senior. I once remarked to a junior doctor at St George’s who was rather saner than the rest of them that I hoped that the name Bodger wasn’t a reference to Prof’s clinical skills and she said ‘don’t even think of joking about that…’

So as a Top Doc who was a rugger bugger with links to south Wales, Bodger will have known Tasker Watkins, the Greatest Living Welshman, friend of Ronnie Waterhouse as well as of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Tasker was President of the Welsh Rugby Union, 1993-04. He was also Presiding judge of the Chester and Wales Circuit, 1975-80 and was appointed Deputy Lord Chief Justice by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane in 1988. It was Geoffrey Lane who infuriated the police when he released Prof Oliver Brooke of St George’s from prison after he was convicted of possessing child porn early on appeal. Tasker had numerous other roles, including that of the Chairman of the Mental Health Review Tribunal Wales Region, 1960-71 and President of the Welsh National School of Medicine, 1987-99, whilst senior figures in that institution concealed the serious crime of the Top Docs in north Wales.

There was a very strong link between the paedophile gang in north Wales and rugby. The Bryn Estyn staff were nearly all members of Wrexham Rugby Club and recruitment for staff was actually carried out via Wrexham Rugby Club. Even one of the very few women who was employed at Bryn Estyn was associated with Wrexham Rugby Club.

The Waterhouse Report admits that the link between Bryn Estyn staff and Wrexham Rugby Club was undesirable and problematic, but of course Sir Ronnie didn’t ask what the heck was going on. He just observed and moved on…

That link between Rugby and the gang may not have been confined to the Bryn Estyn/Wrexham contingent. Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes was Director of Social Services and the gang colonised the Council’s children’s homes, was President of Bethesda Rugby Club.

I know normal people who play rugby as well – one of my closest friends was a member of Bethesda Rugby Club for years – but it was probably that Rugby was being used as a networking opportunity on the part of the paedophiles’ friends, in the same way that the choirs in north Wales were. Rugby is popular among medical students and younger Top Docs. Dr D.G.E. Wood, a facilitator of the sex trafficking gang and a GP in north Wales, was an enthusiastic rugby player when he was young.

In the 1980s Cardiff Medical School’s rugby club were notorious and deeply unpopular. They went rather further than the usual drunken fuckwittery and one of them carried out sexual assaults on a number of women. There was much outrage on the part of other students in Cardiff that there was never any prosecutions and that he was allowed to qualify.

 

Chamberlain’s early appointments included posts at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School, Great Ormond Street Hospital, Queen Charlotte’s and Chelsea Hospital for Women and King’s College Hospital, London.

So Chamberlain will have known about the excesses at RPMS (see post ‘Interesting Facts’), as well as Jimmy Savile being associated with GOSH (see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’). Audrey Callaghan, wife of James Callaghan, served as Chairman of the Board of Governors of GOSH, 1968-72 and then as Chairman of the Special Trustees, 1983-90. Audrey and Jim Callaghan knowingly concealed and colluded with Leo Abse to conceal the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles and played an active role in the expansion of children’s homes in north Wales in which children were abused and then trafficked (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). It was at Queen Charlotte’s and the Chelsea that Chamberlain worked with Top Doc to the Royals Sir George Pinker.

Following these London posts, between 1965-66, Chamberlain taught at the George Washington Hospital, Washington DC, USA. It was during these years that he performed his ‘controversial’ foetal and placental research, that is not widely discussed. 

 

Now Then.

Suzanne Rini’s volume ‘Beyond Abortion: a chronicle of fetal experimentation’ discusses Chamberlain’s research at the George Washington Hospital. Rini tells us that in the 1960s, some very controversial experiments on foetuses were carried out in the cause of trying to improve technology for caring for premature babies. The work was carried out on viable foetuses delivered as a result of hysterectomies. One Top Doctor involved in such work was Geoffrey Chamberlain and in March 1968 the American Journal of Obs and Gynae published some of Chamberlain’s work in this area, which Chamberlain had carried out whilst he was at the George Washington Hospital. The paper in question was entitled ‘An Artificial Placenta: The Development of an Extra Corporeal System for the Maintenance of Immature Infants With Respiratory Problems’.

Chamberlain practised and tested his equipment on living aborted babies whom he could not allow to survive the experiment.  He gave experimental therapeutic help to one aborted baby of seven months gestation but did not allow the baby to survive. The baby concerned was delivered by hysterectomy and weighed 900 gms. After delivering the baby, Chamberlain hooked it up alive to an artificial placental unit. Notes made by Chamberlain at the time read: ‘Irregular grasping movements, twice a minute, but there was no proper respiration. Once the perfusion was stopped however the gasping respiratory efforts increased to 8 to 10 per minute. The foetus died 21 minutes after leaving the circuit’.

The baby used in this experiment survived in total for five hours after delivery. Chamberlain received a professional award for this experiment.

Lest readers delude themselves that all this may have been worth it, when I worked at St George’s, Chamberlain and others were still dreaming of the day when an artificial placenta would be developed. However, St George’s was rated very highly for its special care baby unit, which is why high risk pregnancies were so often referred for care and delivery to St George’s. The babies in the St George’s SCUBA unit who were carefully nurtured by Angels, Top Docs and frequently filmed for TV documentaries, were often considerably younger than the baby upon whom Chamberlain had experimented in Washington.

Guidelines for the availability of legal abortion in the US were not set until Jan 1973 as a result of the Roe vs Wade case. Prior to Roe vs Wade, the availability  of legal abortion varied between states. In 1967, Colorado became the first state to decriminalise abortion in cases of rape, incest, or in which pregnancy would lead to permanent physical disability of the woman. Similar laws were passed in California, Oregon, and North Carolina. In 1970, Hawaii became the first state to legalise abortions on the request of the woman and New York repealed its 1830 law and allowed abortions up to the 24th week of pregnancy. Similar laws were soon passed in Alaska and Washington. In 1970, Washington held a referendum on legalising early pregnancy abortions, becoming the first state to legalise abortion through a vote of the people.

So when Chamberlain carried out live experiments on that 7 month old foetus in Washington at some point during 1965-66, I presume that he would not have been legally allowed to have aborted that baby. Did Chamberlain’s work only remain within the law – if indeed it DID remain within the law – because a hysterectomy had been performed on the woman, rather than ‘an abortion’? I’m not sure whether Chamberlain’s work passed through an ethics committee. If it did, I suspect that porkies were told before the work began. Furthermore, I very much doubt that the mother of that foetus had the foggiest idea of what happened to it after delivery. Although Chamberlain’s work was published, it could never have come to the attention of the wider public in the US, or there would have been outrage. I doubt that many people in the UK knew about that work either.

At the time that Chamberlain carried out his live medical experiments, the US Secretary of Health, Education and Welfare was John.W. Gardner, under President Lyndon B. Johnson. During the early days of WW II, Gardner was Chief of the Latin American Section, Foreign Broadcast Intelligence Service. He subsequently entered the US Marine Corps and was assigned to O.S.S., serving in Italy and Austria.

Gardner’s term as Secretary of HEW was at the height of Johnson’s Great Society domestic agenda. During this tenure, the Department undertook both the huge task of launching Medicare, which brought health care to senior citizens and oversaw significant expansions of the landmark Elementary and Secondary Education Act of 1965, that redefined the federal role in education and targeted funding to poor students. Gardner resigned as Head of HEW because he could not support the war in Vietnam.

Gardner had much to do with education in the US. A native of California, Gardner attended Stanford University. After gaining a PhD. in Psychology at the University of California, Berkeley in 1938, Dr Gardner taught at Connecticut and at Mount Holyoke.

Gardner joined the staff of the Carnegie Corporation of New York in 1946, and in 1955 he became President of that group and concurrently, the Carneigie Foundation for the Advancement of Teaching. He also served as an adviser to the U.S. delegation to the UN and as a consultant to the U.S. Air Force, which awarded him the Exceptional Service Award in 1956. Gardner was a Trustee of the Metropolitan Museum of Art and of the Educational Testing Service and a Director of the Woodrow Wilson Foundation. He served as Chairman of the Rockefeller Brothers Fund Panel on Education.

Gardner was also the founder of two influential national U.S. organisations: Common Cause and Independent Sector. He was also the founder of two prestigious fellowship programs, the White House Fellowship and the John Gardner Fellowship at Stanford University and U.C. Berkeley.

In 1967 Gardner presided over the creation of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting.

Gardner served on the Stanford University Board of Trustees, 1968-82.

 

Rhodri Morgan spent time at Harvard as a young man.

In 1984, Prof Fergus Lowe created much needed good PR for the Psychology Dept at UCNW by making links with the American psychologist B.F. Skinner and hosting him at Bangor (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’).

 

Foetal experiments were subsequently banned, but at the Commission for the Protection of Human Subjects of Biomedical and Behavioural Research, 1974-78, Caspar Weinberger, in his capacity as Secretary of Health, Education and Welfare under Tricky Dicky chose to reinstate them. In 1980 such work was forbidden again.

Caspar Weinberger was Chairman of the California Republican Party, 1962–68 and served as Secretary of Defence under Shotgun Ronnie, 1981-87.

Poster - Gone with the Wind

 

Dr Josef Mengele, Prof of Obstetrics and Gynaecology at St George’s Hospital Medical School, who experimented on pregnant women:

Midwives Chronicle & Nursing Notes: April 1969 – Midwives ...

 

The St George’s special care baby unit was considered to be excellent and Chamberlain dispensed advice and patronage to charitable causes. Such organisations might like to bear in mind the sort of research that Chamberlain did which resulted in him creating an image for himself as being a man who loved being around women and kids. One of the biggest and most well-known charities which funds research into the care of premature babies is BLISS.

A quick look at BLISS’s website makes it clear that they will have funded some of Chamberlain’s colleagues. A number of the Trustees will have been associated with St George’s as well. The Trustees include civil servants from the Treasury, the DoH and other Gov’t Depts who had dealings with Chamberlain and some of them will have known that things at St George’s weren’t what they should have been. One Trustee has been on the Board of CR UK – CR UK also funded fraudulent research – and another one works for the Merton Clinical Commissioning Group, who operate on St George’s patch.

 

In 1954, Chamberlain entered the RNVR, before retiring in 1974 with the rank of surgeon commander. So he’ll have been part of the paedophiles’ friends Royal Navy network – Gwynne the lobotomist, Admiral Sir Alec Bingley, Louis Mountbatten, Jim Callaghan and others as detailed in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

After holding a consultant post at Queen Charlotte’s and Chelsea Hospital for 12 years from 1970, in 1982 Chamberlain was appointed Professor of Obstetrics and Gynaecology at St George’s Hospital Medical School, where he remained until his resignation in 1995.

In 1989, Chamberlain was elected President of the section of obstetrics and gynaecology at the Royal Society of Medicine. Between 1971-94, he was actively involved in several areas of the RCOG, being elected Vice-President, 1984-87 and President from 1993-94 and being a member of the Council throughout that whole time. In 1994, Chamberlain carried out the 1994 Home Birth Study, which demonstrated the safety of planned home births.

When I worked at St George’s just three years before 1994, Chamberlain was famously opposed to home births. He told everyone that he had never forgotten seeing, as a young man, a woman die from a postpartum haemorrhage and it is only in a hospital that a patient can be given the necessary care quickly enough to save their life in such circumstances. It was Malcolm Pearce who was enthusiastic about births other than those in hi-tech units and Pearce had been keen to open a midwife led unit for low risk pregnancies. Before the research fraud scandal blew up in their faces, Pearce had featured in the press, alleging that he had encountered opposition from his colleagues because of his support for a midwife-led unit.

The other thing that I remember from St George’s is that if the spouse of a member of staff was booked in to give birth there, they’d always ask for Malcolm Pearce to manage the delivery, not Chamberlain. I also heard the occasional doctor say that they would not want Chamberlain to manage their birth if they delivered at St George’s. As with all the comments made by Professor Stuart Stanton’s junior doctors that they’d never allow him to operate on them, no reasons were ever given.

 

Over the years, Chamberlain had witnessed an increase in attendance of the partner during labour and once said that ‘the presence of the husband in the labour room has been an advance’, they ‘can act as a referee between midwife, doctor and the woman’. They can if they are well-educated men who know how to negotiate. Over the last few years, I have heard a number of accounts of young, not very well-educated men becoming distraught whilst their partners were in distress in Ysbyty Gwynedd. The solution to a stressed out man was exactly the same solution as to an Angel being faced with a distressed mental health patient – the hospital called security and had them thrown out or arrested. I was not the only person who heard about this happening and in one case a father who’s baby was gravely ill and at risk of dying was thrown out by the police. None of these men were violent, although their ‘aggression’ was always the excuse for the police being called. They were frightened and upset.

 

Chamberlain was an opera buff, as was the awful Dr Cathy Wilson who worked with Chamberlain. Cathy’s official status was Reader in Reproductive Physiology, but she was essentially a high society fuckwit who screamed and swore at colleagues in the lab and occasionally threw things around. It was admitted that Wilson was a ‘health and safety risk’, but the HR Dept – led by a dreadful little creep called Frank Ball – wouldn’t say a word because Cathy was a senior member of staff. Cathy made history by intending to carry out a menorraghia study and as part of this study she organised the collection of heaps of used sanitary towels from Angels who were experiencing this problem and who trustingly volunteered to participate in the research. The sanitary towels were packed into plastic boxes by Cathy and put into cupboards in a lab for safekeeping. And forgotten about. TWO YEARS LATER, one of the research assistants found them. It was not a pretty sight…

How Cathy ever became a Reader in Reproductive Physiology was a mystery. I was told by some Top Docs that Chamberlain had arranged for her to be promoted well above her level of competence because it added status to his Dept. Chamberlain seemed to be unable to challenge Cathy but I never understood why. Knowing what I know now about St George’s, I suspect that it will have been something to do with Cathy’s social position. She lived in a very grand residence in Notting Hill Gate and came from a family of some influence in high society in London, but I never found out who her family actually were. They were probably seriously impressive in the eyes of the police and the courts because the problem of Cathy getting pissed at medical school functions and then driving home was so well-known that new members of staff would be warned not to accept lifts from her, because she was frankly dangerous on the roads. She was never even stopped by the police let alone prosecuted.

Cathy had a few celebrity friends from the world of literature who’s names she enjoyed dropping, one of which was Salman Rushdie. She was out on the town with him when he was in hiding after the fatwah, so she must have been pretty good mates with Rushdie to have known where he was.

Another regular at the opera from St George’s was Dr Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the corrupt occupational health physician who also colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales.

Biographies of Chamberlain always mention that one of his hobbies was carved wooden decoy ducks. Among the many Chamberlain legends that I heard at St George’s, this was never one of them. I’m wondering if it might have been one of his little in-jokes. This was a man whom people believed was a jolly, cuddly, nice old boy, who in reality had experimented on premature babies and then killed them and was colluding with a gang of paedophiles in north Wales as well as with another gang in London. He was also party to a massive research fraud, let his partner in crime take the rap and even gave evidence against him. In true Bodger style, Chamberlain and his nearest and dearest might have thought it witty to joke about his love of decoy ducks.

According to Cathy Wilson, Chamberlain collected lame ducks rather than decoy ducks. Bodger used to employ a few people who were down on their luck to do menial tasks such as preparing rooms for seminars etc and Cathy Wilson greatly resented the presence of these lower orders in her vicinity. They were the cause of much abuse and swearing, as Cathy railed against ‘Prof’s lame ducks’. Obviously, there was only a problem with the lame ducks employed to arrange furniture, rather than the moneyed lame ducks who were given senior academic positions.

Bodger’s wiki entry mentions him sporting Dr Martens. Yes, like the tankard with Bodger’s name engraved on it, those Doc Martens were well-known – they were worn to grand social functions and were much remarked upon. I know what the purpose of those Doc Marten was. They were an advertising and marketing opportunity. Bodger’s son was one of Wayne Hemingway’s business partners in ‘Red Or Dead’ and the Doc Martens were from ‘Red Or Dead’. This was always stressed. No-one ever referred to ‘Prof’s Doc Martens’, it was always ‘Prof’s Doc Martens from his son’s shop’. Furthermore, ‘Red Or Dead’ related material was strategically placed around the Chamberlains’ house in Wimbledon on the occasions when they were holding social events. No-one could meet Bodger and not find out that his son was part of ‘Red Or Dead’.

‘Red Or Dead’ were a very successful but still a relatively cultish brand when I knew old Bodger, but in the following years that business really hit the big time, clocking up awards and expanding into a leading global brand.

In 1990, ‘Red Or Dead’ marketed their famous Space Baby transparent Doc Martens, emblazoned with photos of babies faces…

 

Chamberlain’s wife Jocelyn was a Top Doc cancer researcher who worked at the Middlesex Hospital. Gwynne the lobotomist’s alma mater.

Chamberlain died in October 2014. The Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists presents the Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain award every three years to outstanding trainees.

Chamberlain had a Harley Street practice (or to be accurate, a Wimpole Street practice) as well as his NHS work and he was well-known to many high profile Top Docs. He was mates with both Lord Robert Winston and Wendy Savage, who have carefully cultivated reputations as not being as disgusting as other Top Docs, what with them being supporters of the Labour Party and the NHS and all that. Er – OK.

 

After being struck off in June 1995, Malcolm Pearce was subsequently employed as a medical negligence expert. This employment wasn’t mentioned in any media outlets for a very long time, but Malcolm and his history were so well-known that many people will have realised who the negligence expert proffering advice was. I have suggested that despite knives going into people’s backs all over the place at St George’s, a safety net would have to have been provided for Pearce because of the knowledge that he had regarding the very great wrongdoing of many of his colleagues. I explained that my own chances of publishing anything that would be taken seriously at the time were wrecked by Malcolm being struck off – he had been my last mentor and academic supervisor and was now disgraced. At the same time, all those paedophiles’ friends in north Wales reinvented themselves as historians of medicine and wrote a great deal of romantic, rose-tinted, frankly untruthful ‘histories of psychiatry in north Wales’, which were accompanied by Dafydd and other paedophiles’ friends appearing in the media remembering the happy experiences and excellent care provided by the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

Let us look further at the events which surrounded Pearce’s disgrace.

Pearce and Chamberlain published their pack of lies in the British Journal of Obs and Gynae in Aug 1994. Chamberlain was Editor-in-Chief of the journal. An unidentified whistleblower raised concerns about the veracity of the published research and the Principal of St George’s, Professor Sir William Assher, conducted an investigation.

Asscher had spent his career as a Top Doctor in Cardiff before relocating to St George’s in 1988 (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). During his time in south Wales, Asscher had concealed much wrongdoing, including that of Dafydd and the paedophiles, including George Thomas. Asscher relocated to St George’s in the wake of the imprisonment of Professor Oliver Brooke, a paediatrician at St George’s, for the possession of child porn. Brooke’s office had been just down the corridor from Chamberlain’s and the two of them were friends. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European child sex ring, which was linked to Dafydd’s gang.

Immediately after Asscher finished his investigation into Pearce and Chamberlain, his findings were reported to the St George’s NHS Healthcare Trust Board. On Fri 23 Dec 1994, the Trust put out a statement saying that Malcolm had been sacked with immediate effect after a disciplinary hearing which had been held on Thurs 22 Dec 1994. Journalists were unable to get hold of Malcolm, which was unsurprising, because he had been banished immediately before the Christmas break. Chamberlain had got in early and at the beginning of Dec 1994 had resigned as President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists. He also resigned as Editor of the journal which had published the paper with him as second author describing a research fraud of which he knew nuzzing.

When all this went on, the VC of London University was Andrew Rutherford. Rutherford was a Byron scholar, a Scot who was educated at Edinburgh University and then Oxford University. Rutherford’s first lecturing job was at Edinburgh, but in 1964 he moved to Aberdeen University. He progressed rapidly and was soon a senior manager at Aberdeen, remaining there until 1984. At Aberdeen, Rutherford had a reputation for micromanaging and maintaining an iron grip on the institution.

After Dafydd unlawfully arrested and imprisoned Mary Wynch, a secretary who worked in the Agriculture Dept at UCNW (Bangor University), in 1979, a new Professor and Head of Dept was appointed for the Agri Dept, J.B. Owen. Owen’s family were landowners from Anglesey and they had funded the establishment of the Agri Dept in Bangor years previously. Owen proved to be deeply unpopular at Bangor and remained so. Owen’s previous post had been at Aberdeen University.

 

Andrew Rutherford left Aberdeen in 1984 to become the Warden of Goldsmiths College, London, a post which he retained until 1992.

Lord Brian Flowers was VC of the University of London, 1985-90. Flowers was from Swansea and spent years of his career at Imperial College. He had been responsible for the oversight of RPMS throughout the years of research fraud and wrongdoing there and it was business as usual when he ran the whole of London University.

Lord Stewart Sutherland, a philosopher of religion, succeeded Flowers as VC of London University. Sutherland studied at Aberdeen University and at Corpus Christie, Cambridge. In 1965 he was appointed assistant lecturer in Philosophy at UCNW and three years later took up a post at Stirling University. In 1977 Stewart was given a Chair at King’s College, London and was subsequently appointed Vice-Principal and Principal there in 1981 and 1985 respectively.

When Sutherland stood down as VC of London University in 1992, he was appointed Chief Inspector of Schools. He succeeded this post as Principal and VC of Edinburgh University in which position he served until 2002. Sutherland was the Provost of Gresham College, 2002-08.

Sutherland was knighted in 1995, the year in which Dafydd’s accomplices Peter Morrison and Bing Spear were found dead within four days of each other and the year in which the world was told that Dafydd had retired and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had closed down, although neither was true.

Sutherland served on HEFCE and the equivalent body in Hong Kong. Following his involvement in the establishment of the Age Concern Institute of Gerontology at King’s College in London, he was invited by the incoming Blair Gov’t in 1997 to Chair a Royal Commission on Long-Term Care of Older People.

Stewart Sutherland will have known Ed Miliband’s Uncle Harry.

In 2001, with the Waterhouse Report safely out of the way, Sutherland was given a peerage. His Senior Supporter in the introduction ceremony to the Lords was Brian Flowers. His Junior Supporter was Lord David Wilson. Wilson served as Governor of Hong Kong, 1987-92, before Chris Patten succeeded him. Wilson was Master of Peterhouse, Cambridge, 2002-08 and also Chancellor of the University of Aberdeen, 1997-13. He was Lord High Commissioner to the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland in 2010 and 2011.

 

 

As an NHS consultant who had been sacked, Pearce had the right to appeal to the Health Secretary, which at the time was Virginia Bottomley. Whether he did or not I don’t know, but Virginia, a former psychiatric social worker, had her hands full at the time with orchestrating the cunning plan that involved not putting Dafydd out to grass and not closing down the North Wales Hospital (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’).

 

Let me remind readers of events in north Wales whilst the Pearce-Chamberlain scandal blew up.

On 9 June 1994, Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, died of ‘an unspecified blood disease’. In 13 June 1994, the trial of Peter Howarth – Arnold’s colleague and friend of thirty years – for multiple sexual assaults on boys at Bryn Estyn opened at Chester Crown Court. Paul Wilson went on trial with Howarth charged with sexual abuse of the boys. On 8 July 1994, Howarth was found guilty and sentenced to 10 years imprisonment. Wilson was acquitted on all charges but on 28 Nov 1994, Wilson pleaded guilty to three counts of physical assault.

 

My files show that on 13 June 1994, Ian Rickard, a mental health services manager in Gwynedd, replied to a letter from Dafydd re Dafydd’s ‘extreme concern’ regarding the safety of him (Dafydd), his colleagues and patients ‘in relation to the above woman’ (ie. me). Rickard offered to discuss me with Dafydd any time at Dafydd’s convenience…

On 4 July 1994 Ian Rickard wrote to Tony Francis regarding me bothering Dafydd and the possibility of banning me from the hospital, although here were no examples given of whatever I was supposed to be doing that was causing such distress. Rickard also asks Francis if I should be assessed by a forensic psychiatrist. At this time Rickard’s job description was that of a ‘mental health adviser’ for Gwynedd Community Health Trust.

 

My files contain a copy of a letter from Mrs Joyce Kaye of the Mental Health Act Commission (Maid Marian House, Nottingham) written to Alun Davies on 7 July 1994, reminding Davies that on a visit to Ysbyty Gwynedd the Commissioners had spoken to him about me and asking Davies for an update re his investigation of my concerns.

On 4 Aug 1994, Joyce Kaye from the MHAC wrote to Alun Davies again. This letter was from Joyce on behalf of the Chief Exec of the MHAC and mentioned that it was further to her letters of 7 July 1994 and 12 July 1994 wanting an update on Davies’s investigation of my concerns. I and another patient had told the MHAC of the constant abuses of patients in north Wales, of the complete lack of any investigations into the most serious of complaints and of the constant complaints about Dafydd’s unacceptable conduct toward female patients.

In the wider world, on 12 May 1994, John Smith, the leader of the Opposition, died at Bart’s after the Top Docs ‘could not revive him’ following a heart-attack. Dafydd’s mate and protector Professor Linford Rees ruled the roost at Bart’s (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

On 21 July 1994 Tony Blair became leader of the Opposition. The Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy who is married to a lawyer who was mates with and indeed mentor to so many of those ‘radical lawyers’ who ignored the plight of kids in care and psych patients who were being so seriously abused. In 1993 I had written to Michael Mansfield about what was happening to me in north Wales at the hands of Gwynedd Social Services. Mansfield sent me a one line reply. Tony and Cherie know many ‘radical’ lawyers and personal injury specialists – who undoubtedly know folk who have worked for the MDU and/or Hempsons, who were acting for Top Doctors against me, although they knew that perjury was being committed by their clients. Cherie’s colleague and friend Michael Beloff QC was the son of Lord Max Beloff, who was a buddy of Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council.

Michael Mansfield lived in Wandsworth, just down the road from St George’s. Many St George’s staff lived in Wandsworth, including David Hole, the corrupt MSF rep who worked for Chamberlain. Chamberlain lived in Wimbledon, as did the crooked barrister George Carman QC, who knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Cherie was a member of the same chambers as Carman until 1988 and Blair was Carman’s pupil.

 

On 26 Aug 1994 Alun Davies wrote a memo which was circulated to Rob Evans, Tony Francis, Keith Fearns, Ella Fisk and Jackie Brandt, confirming a meeting on the same day to discuss my ‘present needs’ and to formulate a response to the Mental Health Act Commission.

The one really helpful person – my keyworker, the Hergest whistleblower – was not invited to the meeting to discuss my ‘needs’. Yet Fearns and Brandt, of Gwynedd Social Services – who had made it crystal clear that they hated me and had even lied on oath a few times in their attempts to have me imprisoned – had been invited to discuss my ‘needs’.  Fearns and Brandt had no part in my ‘care’ – although they were invited to nearly every meeting and CC’d into confidential letters about me.

On 1 Sept 1994 Alun Davies wrote to Joyce Kaye, giving details of my ‘care’ – presumably on a separate sheet, because I do not have those details. Alun Davies also told Mrs Kaye that Rob Evans – the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services – would meet with me.

Rob Evans had graduated in Social Sciences from Leicester University and obtained his CQSW in 1976. Whilst Evans was in Leicester, the paedophile gang involving Frank Beck and Greville Janner was concealed by a number of people at Leicester University (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’). In 1992 Rob Evans was appointed Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services (Mental Health).

I was told that my meeting with Rob Evans was to discuss the constant aggro between Brandt, Fearns and me. However Rob didn’t discuss that. Instead Rob gave me a tutorial on ‘changing social work practice’. He explained that what was once acceptable is not any more. As an example, Rob Evans explained that when he used to take children into care, he would take their shoes away because if he didn’t they would run off. (People who had been in care in north Wales explained when they were adults that they had tried to run away from the beatings and the buggery but social workers took their shoes away so they couldn’t escape.) Rob told me that he knew some people in north Wales hated him but he didn’t care because he knew that he had done the right thing by taking their kids into care because they didn’t know how to look after them. I spent a long while wondering whether Rob Evans was just stupid, but I have come to the conclusion that he is pure bloody evil.

I last saw Rob Evans just before I left Bangor, in Tesco no less. When he saw me he told me that if I ‘arrassed him he’d call the police.

Rob Evans made a record of his meeting with me and what happened afterwards. After meeting me, Evans held a meeting with Keith Fearns and asked Fearns what he wanted him (Evans) to do with me. Fearns replied ‘lock her up’. Evans documented that he told Fearns that wasn’t possible. Fearns repeated ‘lock her up’. Evans recorded that there was no solution to this situation and because he was being transferred to a new role the following day the matter would no longer be his responsibility.

For further details on Rob and his child molesting colleagues, see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’.

 

In the autumn of 1994 Dafydd had written to the MDU making ludicrous allegations, such as that I had thrown a rock through the glass door of his house at 3 am one morning, for which he did not have a shred of evidence (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). When Dafydd described events that had actually taken place as opposed to those events he described which had simply never happened at all, it was the actions of people other than me that Dafydd detailed. But nonetheless, Dafydd knew that I was the wicked genius behind it all. It was certainly true that Dafydd was the subject of much piss-taking and the butt of many jokes, but I didn’t need to encourage anyone to do that, Dafydd himself was quite sufficient. One example of ‘criminal damage’ to Dafydd’s Range Rover with which the MDU was supplied occurred when a Hergest patient drew a cartoon and carefully tucked it under one of the windscreen wipers. The incident had arisen because a group of patients had watched Dafydd arrive at the hospital, park illegally, ignore the pleas of the parking attendant – who was actually one of the patients, a man called Emlyn (one of those who died shortly after the day centre was shut and scores of patients became destitute) – and had started exchanging Dafydd anecdotes. One woman said ‘well he says the most dreadful things to you, but I think he’s trying to shock you into getting better’. Whereupon someone else said ‘what do you think he is, a Zen master??’ and drew a cartoon of a Buddha with Dafydd’s face under the slogan ‘prepare for Nirvana’ and placed it under Dafydd’s wiper. Not only did Dafydd attribute the incident to me – no I wasn’t responsible, but I did think that it was quite entertaining – but Dafydd maintained that his windscreen wiper had been wrenched back, buckled and needed repairing at the garage.

The MDU did not ask Dafydd to produce any evidence for any of his allegations. They presented them all in court as uncontested matters of fact.

On 11 Oct 1994 Dafydd wrote to John Mullen, the CEO of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, telling Mullen that he’d ordered the MDU to raise an injunction against me. Dafydd CC’d this letter to Keith Thomson. I don’t know what Thomson’s job title was at the time, but Keith Thomson eventually became the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust. Thomson refused to investigate serious complaints and also refused to co-operate with external NHS investigations. He declared me and a number of other people to be ‘vexatious complainants’ and on those grounds refused to answer our correspondence. On Keith Thomson’s watch, north west Wales had the second highest suicide rate among women of any area in England and Wales. It was Thomson who was summoned before the High Court in Cardiff in 2005 and ordered to hand over all documentation relating to me or face imprisonment for contempt of court. Hours later Thomson resigned. An article subsequently appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ entitled ‘Ten Years At The Top For Keith’ waxing lyrical about Thomson’s glorious career and how he was now retiring. Thomson was then awarded an OBE. He didn’t retire. Thomson went down to Pembrokeshire and became CEO of the NHS Trust there. Where there was havoc in the NHS and a paedophile ring in operation.

Rhodri Morgan was FM when Thomson was let loose on the NHS in west Wales. There was a paedophile gang in operation in west Wales which had links to the one in north Wales – Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council who was in post whilst the paedophile gang in were busy on his turf, had previously been County Secretary of Dyfed County Council, whilst a paedophile gang were busy there (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Rhodri’s wife Julie is a former social worker who was Assistant Director of Barnardo’s. Some Barnardo’s staff were involved with the abuse of children in north Wales.

On 3 Nov 1994 Dafydd obtained a High Court injunction against me on the basis of a truly extraordinary affidavit in which he discussed his anus of all things (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). The official who served the injunction on me had read it and was laughing, I was later told that the Bangor police heard about the contents and were having a good laugh and I took it into the Hergest Unit to show everyone. Tony Francis was attempting to section one patient on that day for unclear reasons and interestingly enough when this man recited the contents of the injunction and told the assessing ‘second opinions’ that it had been passed around the day centre to great amusement, all talk of sectioning him was quietly dropped. This man was yet another person who disappeared without trace after the day centre closed. He was a lecturer from Bangor University who had experienced a breakdown. Bright, well-read and someone who would have been in a position to witness just how outrageous and crazy Dafydd’s conduct was if there was ever any sort of inquiry into the abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales.

So is Dave Nunn now dead along with all the rest of the witnesses then Dafydd?

 

An injunction wasn’t enough for Dafydd. He also demanded that an alarm system be installed in the Hergest Unit – because of the danger that I represented to him. On 1 Nov 1994 Alun Davies wrote a letter to John Mullen regarding the alarm system as required by Dafydd. Alun Davies estimated the cost at 25k and told Mullen in his letter that he wanted to discuss the funding with Mullen.

Meanwhile, I had made representation about Dafydd’s injunction. Not about the fact that Dafydd had discussed his anus in the affidavit or the crazed allegations that another patient losing his temper with Dafydd and telling Dafydd that he was going to stick a hand-grenade up Dafydd’s bum was evidence that I was about to murder Dafydd using a rectal method. I had made representation because among the gossip, speculation and mad fantasy in Dafydd’s injunction, he had breached confidence. He had provided clinical details of a matter involving me many years previously which had no relevance to the injunction or to any of Dafydd’s claims re the danger that I presented to him. I remembered how many times people had told me that they wouldn’t complain about Dafydd ‘because he knows things about me and he’ll tell people’. I knew enough to know that Dafydd was not on sound ground including some of the comments that he had in his affidavit. So I wrote to the NHS authorities in north Wales making it clear that Dafydd had now done what he was constantly alleged to do in the face of challenge – he had breached confidence and this time in the High Court in Liverpool.

On 11 Nov 1994 John Mullen wrote to the Medical Director of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, Jeremy Corson, asking him to investigate my complaint re Dafydd and the breach of confidence. I was told constant lies over the following few months and my complaint was never investigated or resolved. Then, in Jan 1995, came Tony Francis’s referral of me to a forensic psychiatrist on the grounds of my extreme dangerousness and the necessity of banging me up. And a repeat referral when the forensic psychiatrist in question refused to declare me dangerous. Please see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’ for details.

So unbeknown to me, whilst repeated attempts were made to have me declared dangerous and incarcerated on the basis of absolutely no evidence at all, Malcolm Pearce had quietly come out of purdah and begun working as a medico-legal expert. Chamberlain had remained a clean skin and no-one breathed a word about the experiments on and killing of babies. I wonder why no-one mentioned that during any of the many scandals at St George’s after I had been forced out? The only person who would have found themselves under fire if they had published anything about healthcare after the Pearce-Chamberlain Scandal would have been me. The paedophiles’ friends would have reminded everyone that I had been the research assistant of that dreadful man who had faked research and been struck off.

I wonder if a few other people as well as Dafydd might have been worried about what I might write? A man who carried out medical experiments on live babies perhaps?

 

Although a full police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales had been undertaken and closed in 1993, by the end of 1994, the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was well underway. In 1995 Nicola Davies QC conducted a review of the police documentation concerning child abuse in north Wales in order to ascertain whether a public inquiry was justified. It was an easy task because the documentation from 1989 onward was all missing. Dead former kids in care and psych patients were turning up everywhere.

Not that the police had found any evidence at all of a paedophile ring, despite a number of ‘care’ staff and teachers going to prison for abusing the children in their care. The month before Francis wrote to Dr Chris Jones asking for a ‘forensic opinion’ on me, Gordon Anglesea won his libel case…

 

On 9 Feb 1995 John Allen, the owner and manager of the Bryn Alyn Community, was convicted of indecent assault against six former residents and received six years imprisonment.

On 13 Feb 1995 Gwynedd Community Health Trust’s solicitor Tony Lane wrote to John Mullen, the Trust Chief Exec, re Dafydd’s breach of confidence in Court in Liverpool. Lane mentioned that Hempsons – the MDU solicitors – had acted for Dafydd.

On 27 Feb 1995 Hefin Davies, the Chairman of Gwynedd Community Health Trust wrote to Tony Lane requesting his advice. Was Hefin’s letter seeking legal guidance re Dafydd and the breach of confidence? No. Hefin was asking Tony Lane if there was any more that they could do to have me prosecuted.

The merry go round continued after this date – there were further attempts to have me declared dangerous and to prosecute me…

John Redwood was Secretary of State for Wales from 27 May 1993 until 26 June 1995.

On 26 June 1995 David Hunt returned as Secretary of State for Wales until 5 July 1995. Just for a few days – whilst the deal to pretend that Dafydd was being retired off was completed (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’) and the public were told that the North Wales Hospital had been shut (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). It hadn’t. Gwynfryn Ward remained open and there are allegations that it remained open until 2000. But no-one can be sure, because no-one will come clean about when the hospital did eventually close, why so many lies were told about it and what happened to the patients whom were imprisoned out there illegally when it closed. Or failed to close.

So what was Gwynfryn Ward? It was a mother and baby unit. A mother and baby unit is usually a cause for ‘ah’, but it bloody well wasn’t at Denbigh. If anyone knows why an institution which was notorious for brutally warehousing women – often under-aged girls – whose pregnancies were inconvenient to other people, continued to provide that service after the rest of the building was literally falling down, please do let me know.

On 5 July 1995 Stephen Dorrell was appointed as Secretary of State for Health, succeeding Virginia Bottomley. William Hague became Secretary of State for Wales on the same day.

On 13 July 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his house. Bing Spear had died four days previously. Brown was sacked from his job at Aston University in the same month.

Hansard records that in April 1995, Julia Lomas of the Lord Chancellor’s Department replied by letter to a question from Alex Carlile confirming that at some point in 1994 Mary Wynch had been paid a paltry sum of money in full and final settlement regarding her litigation against the Public Trustee (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Mary had been unlawfully arrested by Dafydd, had been illegally imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital for a year. She had won her case against Dafydd, Clwyd Health Authority et al but they then simply refused to pay Mary her compensation unless Mary returned to court to enforce payment. Mary continued with the case, as well as with the case against the crooked cartel of lawyers and the Public Trustee who had, in collaboration with Dafydd, fleeced her of her money and property in the first place.

The Home Office under Michael Howard dealt the final blow in 1994 – without any public announcement – and ruined Mary. Mary was by then an old lady who had been screwed by a bunch of rural gangsters who had enjoyed the full backing of every Gov’t since she had been unlawfully arrested in 1979 by Dafydd. But the real problem went back to the early 1970s – when Mary’s mother died in the ‘care’ of one of Dafydd’s nursing homes. Mary told me that she was convinced that her mother had been killed. But Mary was nuts wasn’t she. Ooh – except that no, she wasn’t, as was admitted when she won her case against Dafydd.

Michael Howard was a barrister who grew up in the Swansea area.

In Dec 1995 Secretary of State for Wales William Hague announced that Nicola Davies QC’s review had concluded that a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales was not justified. William changed his mind a few months later and orchestrated the Waterhouse cover-up.

Nicola is now Dame Nicola and has been the Presiding judge of the Wales Circuit.

In Feb 1996 the Jillings Report regarding the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974 was completed. I can’t say that it was published because it wasn’t. It was heavily redacted and the only people who saw the Report were the insurers and legal advisers of Clwyd County Council – even the Council officers and Councillors were forbidden from reading it. The legal adviser to the Council’s insurers Michael Beloff QC advised that if any Councillor did get their paws on a copy the Council’s insurance should be withdrawn and the Councillors should be held personally responsible for the damages claims that would inevitable follow from former children in care suing. Beloff admitted that this would be a consequence because the abuse of children had been so serious and so well organised over decades that the Council had no defence. Beloff also advised that if Malcolm King, the one Councillor who would not stop asking questions about the abuse of children in the care of the Council, ever found out what was in the Report and publicised it he should be sacked (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

 

Just to be on the safe side, on 1 April 1996 Clwyd County Council was dissolved as a result of a local authority reorganisation days after the Jillings Report was completed. So even if someone did get hold of a copy of the Report there was no-one to sue. The Chairman of the Local Authority Boundary Commission who decided that Clwyd County Council would be disappearing was Prof Eric Sunderland, the heavily camouflaged paedophiles’ friend who was Principal of UCNW. Eric stood down as Principal in 1995 to make way for another paedophiles’ friend, Professor Roy Evans, although Eric was fit and healthy and lived for another 30 years.

The Jillings Report was pulped, although in 2013 somebody actually found a copy that had escaped the pulping machine and at last the world was allowed to see what was within. It was so heavily redacted that it was virtually meaningless. All that was known was that something dreadful had gone on in Clwyd for decades and that a great many people had colluded with it.

After Clwyd County Council was dissolved, John Jevons, the Director of Social Services for Clwyd who had worked so successfully with the paedophiles and their friends for so many years (see posts ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’), found himself in need of a job. Director of the Social Services which played host to the biggest child abuse scandal in the UK? No problem. Cardiff City Council snapped him up and Jevons took up the post as Director of Social Services for them almost immediately.

Two of those with a sense of humour who were sitting on Cardiff City Council at the time that Jevons was given a warm welcome were Julie Morgan and Sue Essex. Julie, the social worker and Assistant Director of Barnardo’s – the Barnardo’s who’s staff abused kids in north Wales. Sue Essex – who later became Minister for Finance, Local Gov’t and Public Services in Julie’s husband Rhodri’s Gov’t – was Deputy Leader and then Leader of the Labour Group of Cardiff City Council, 1995-99. Sue had previously graced Leicester University with her presence. I presume that it was Julie and Sue who head-hunted Jevons then. For more Julie n Sue fun, see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends of Cardiff North’.

On 17 June 1996 Welsh Secretary William Hague announced the North Wales Child Abuse Inquiry  aka the Waterhouse Inquiry. On 25th Oct eighteen families were left homeless after a fire at a warehouse engulfed their houses. Eight people were taken to hospital and more than 100 residents of Lightfoot Road, Chester, were evacuated as the blaze destroyed a Pickfords storage depot on the neighbouring Hoole Bridge industrial estate. ‘The houses spontaneously combusted because of the intense heat’, said a Cheshire Fire Service spokeswoman. The warehouse held the care records of children from the Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn homes.

On 21 Jan 1997 the Waterhouse Inquiry began at Ewloe, Flintshire.

On 2 May 1997 Tony Blair became Prime Minister.

Peter Howarth died of a heart attack at HMP Wakefield on 24 April 1997, so if anyone was worried about him naming a few people involved in abusing kids in care who were rather grander than bottom feeding social care workers they didn’t have to worry any longer. Particularly as Ioan Bowen Rees had died suddenly in 1999, just before the publication of the Waterhouse Report, so as the man who ran Gwynedd County Council for years whilst the paedophile ring’s business boomed under his steady hands, Ioan wouldn’t be dropping any clangers either. Ioan was considered an expert on local gov’t and had advised Dafydd Wigley as well as the working party who set up the infrastructure of the National Assembly for Wales under Ron Davies – of the ‘Moment of Madness’ and ‘I Was Looking For Badgers’ fame – whilst Ron was Secretary of State for Wales. Ron had been appointed Shadow Secretary of State for Wales back in Oct 1993 by John Smith. When the crew at St George’s were still riding high and at about the time that I wrote that letter to Michael Mansfield.

The Waterhouse Inquiry held its last hearing on 7 May 1998 and on 30 Sept 2000 the Waterhouse Report was handed to the Secretary of State for Wales, Paul Murphy. Murphy stated that he was delighted that a full and transparent investigation had taken place, that there had been no cover-up and that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring outside of north Wales, let alone the involvement of Westminster or Whitehall figures.

For details of the well-planned co-ordinated attempt during 1997-98 on the part of the north Wales mental health services to have me banged up, please see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’.

 

 

Just a thought. If Pearce and Chamberlain had got away with their research fraud, had I piped up about anything that I’d witnessed even decades later, no-one would ever have believed a word.  There would have been two world famous Top Docs who had made history who wouldn’t have had a good word to say about me. And Dafydd et al could confirm just how mad and dangerous I was.

As it is, what we have looks vaguely like this:

 

Vision’s Eton Mess highlights all the worst aspects of ...

 

A great big Eton mess.

 

Medical experiments on live babies who were then deliberately killed and the facilitating of paedophile rings? Get out of this one then BMA – you can’t say that you knew nuzzing, because Chamberlain published that research. Unless of course he made it all up, as he did in 1994.

 

‘There is no evidence of a paedophile ring with links to Westminster which was covered up at a high level.’

 

I will shortly be writing a post which will name a number of people who worked at Bangor University when I was doing my PhD, who found out about much of what I have detailed in this post and who collaborated together – although they all loathed each other – in order to try to bring down someone who was not a paedophiles’ friend…

An Appalling Vista

Previous posts such as ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’ gave examples of the constant lies, the forging of documents and the perjury used to secure convictions against patients who had made serious complaints about Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and their colleagues – complaints which routinely went uninvestigated but were then documented as having been thoroughly investigated but found to be groundless. Some patients who were deemed to pose a particular challenge to Dafydd and the paedophiles were completely ruined by all the ‘help’ that they received from the Top Doctors.

My post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ introduced the story of F, a mental health patient from north Wales who was a witness to serious wrongdoing and was fitted up, assaulted by the police, wrongfully arrested, left to rot in the North Wales Hospital for a year and then fleeced of his property and denied all contact with his child. Someone who witnessed much of this was later found dead.

I can understand that people unacquainted with the practices of Dafydd et al would find accounts of what mental health patients and kids in care in north Wales had experienced and witnessed hard to believe. It was certainly easier for everyone if those relating serious criminal conduct on the part of Top Doctors with the collusion of Angels, social workers, NHS managers, the police, certain lawyers, magistrates and members of the judiciary could be dismissed as being mad, malicious or making up horror stories to gain compensation. Those involved in the criminality were everyone’s neighbours, the parents of their children’s friends and the people whom they socialised with locally.

I have mentioned before that Lord Denning, the Master of the Rolls, 1962-82, took the view that it was better that the Birmingham Six remain in prison rather than anyone admit to the enormity of the miscarriage of justice to which they had been subject. When the Birmingham Six first appealed in 1979, Lord Denning famously stated that: ‘If the six men win, it will mean that the police are guilty of perjury, that they are guilty of violence and threats, that the confessions were invented and improperly admitted in evidence and the convictions were erroneous… This is such an appalling vista that every sensible person in the land would say that it cannot be right that these actions should go any further.’

The Birmingham Six were cleared in 1991.

The medical establishment undoubtedly operated on a Lord Denning world view of ‘it is far better that we continue to maintain that there are no serious problems in the medical profession because the reality of what has been allowed to continue in north Wales alone for decades is so dreadful that the fall-out would be unmanageable if anything approaching the truth were to be admitted’.

In my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ about F and the possibility that he had information about serious crimes committed before he ever arrived in north Wales in 1979 – including the death of Jimi Hendrix as a result of criminal negligence – and that being the possible reason why Dafydd and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) destroyed him, I promised to write a further post with more details re F and the stitch-up and provide details of more celeb deaths with a link to those Top Doctors who were linked to the death of Hendrix.

I mentioned that it was Top Doctor’s wife Kathy Etchingham, a former girlfriend of Hendrix, who was sufficiently outraged by the claims of another girlfriend of Hendrix, Monika Dannemann, that Hendrix had died as a result of serious medical negligence that Kathy had attempted to have Monika imprisoned and gave multiple interviews to the press trashing Monika. After Monika was found dead, Kathy simply used this as yet more evidence that Monika was a mad, lying cow. Throughout it all F maintained that Hendrix had been killed by Top Doctors and that a cover-up at a high level had followed.

Despite F seeming to know some of the circumstances concerning Hendrix’s death, F was not at all au fait with the workings of the NHS. However, I am and I noticed that when Hendrix was found in a coma – Monika always claimed that Hendrix was still alive when the paramedics arrived –  he was taken to St Mary Abbot’s Hospital. St Mary Abbot’s was located nearby, but I suspect that Top Doctors themselves would not use that hospital or allow anyone that they cared about to use it. Hendrix died in Sept 1970 and at that time St Mary Abbot’s still had an A&E/acute dept and it was there that Hendrix was pronounced dead.

By 1972 St Mary Abbot’s had lost its A&E/acute dept and was only a geriatric and psychiatric hospital. There is a great deal of snobbery in medicine and geriatrics and psychiatry are considered the pits and they were back in 1970 as well. No hospital ever wants to lose its A&E/acute services and it is when those services are threatened that Top Doctors tell patients that they will all die if the service shuts, that people write to their MPs and protest in town centres and that the BMA sends a clear message to the local MP that they will lose the next election if the closure goes ahead. If a hospital loses its A&E/acute dept, it loses kudos, funding and the best staff. It is often the first step to the long rundown to complete closure.

If St Mary Abbot’s A&E had gone by 1972 it suggests that there were very big problems in that dept because no-one was able to save it. Hospital depts don’t disappear overnight – it is preceded by years of discussion and gradual disinvestment and once word gets out that a dept is on the way out, doctors stop applying for jobs there because they know how grim the atmosphere will be and it won’t do anything for their CV either. In 1971 the transformation of St Mary Abbot’s into a dumping ground began – a psychiatry ward was added.

In the way that Top Doctors in Gwynedd had an arrangement to ensure that their own children were never taken to Ysbyty Gwynedd because paediatrics there was alleged to be so dangerous and that no relative of a Top Doc ever ended up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, I bet that Top Docs in London didn’t depend on the A&E in St Mary Abbot’s in 1970. It will have been for other people, particularly people who didn’t matter. Lest anyone believe that Top Docs don’t think like this, I’m happy to tell you that they do. If they think that no-one is listening, some of them will make this crystal clear. Dear old Dafydd once managed to say to me ‘you don’t matter’. What Dafydd didn’t realise was that someone else was listening to that call. (The security services were as well, but that’s because they had Brown and me under surveillance rather than Dafydd.) Hey ho Dafydd, you’re not very nice but you’re not very bright either.

Hendrix fell into a coma within spitting distance of some of the grandest, most elite teaching hospitals in London. He was taken to St Mary Abbot’s where, according to Monika, he died. When years later Monika made her allegations of serious negligence public, Kathy Ethingham and her Top Doc husband Nicholas Page didn’t inform the police, they contacted the staff who had treated – or failed to treat – Hendrix and then had a meeting with them. Where it was agreed that the witch should not be permitted to make such allegations and someone at least suggested that Monika had been responsible for Hendrix’s death herself.

 

By the 1990s Kathy Etchingham repeatedly stressed that her 1960s past was long ago and far away, but she had obviously remained in touch with at least one friend from those days, because in 1997 she invited him to the party that was held when Kathy – who had forgotten all about those days -succeeded in having an English Heritage Blue Plaque erected on the wall of the Mayfair flat that she had once shared with Hendrix. That old friend was Pete Townshend, who owned – and might still own – a house in Churt in Surrey. Kathy and the Top Doc lived in Churt.

 

In a 1989 radio interview Townshend acknowledged his bisexuality. He had recorded a song which he stated was an ‘acknowledgement of the fact that I’d had a gay life, and that I understood what gay sex was about’. However, in a 1994 interview for ‘Playboy’ Townsend said ‘in the interview I also talked about my “gay life,” which – I meant – was actually about the friends I’ve had who are gay’. Townshend later wrote in his 2012 autobiography that he at one point felt as if he was ‘probably bisexual’. Townshend also stated jokingly that he once felt sexually attracted to Mick Jagger. 

In Jan 2003 Townshend was arrested by British police in a child porn investigation. However, he was given a tip-off that the police were going to raid his home three days before they arrived. Towshend’s credit card usage to access a child porn site was traced to him through Operation Ore, the British counterpart of the US Operation Avalanche. When confronted by the police, Townshend admitted using his credit card to access a child pornography website. Townshend claimed he had accessed the child porn website for the purposes of researching a book. He has not as yet written that book. On another occasion he claimed he was researching child porn to protect his son.

Because Townshend confessed to accessing the child porn website, he received a caution and avoided a trial. Bob McLachlan, the former head of Scotland Yard’s paedophile unit, described the caution as ‘totally inappropriate’. He asked ‘Why is this rock star being given such lenient treatment when he has accepted a caution and therefore admits his guilt?’ His admission to using his credit card to access a child porn website and that he had viewed child pornography images was the central component of his guilty plea.

Townshend had access to his lawyers at all times. He avoided charges beyond a caution, as the police did not detect any images of child rape on his 14 computers. Townshend was never cleared of his offence and remained on the Sex Offender Register for five years, 2003 –08. He had to give a DNA sample, check in with the British police regularly and inform them of his movements during his Sex Offender registration. Townshend will have a lifelong criminal record for the caution.

On June 22, 2006 it was reported that Townshend had withdrawn an ‘ill-advised’ story from his blog, which depicted graphic teen sex. He told the Daily Mail: ‘I’ve taken down my story. I want to make it clear that I respect the requirements of the Sex Offenders Register without condition.’

Confusion was introduced into the Townshend case by British investigative journalist Duncan Campbell in an article he wrote for ‘The Guardian’ in which he stated: ‘(Operation) Ore has dragged big names into the spotlight – such as the musicians Pete Townshend…falsely accused of accessing child pornography.’ Campbell knew that Townshend had admitted to breaking the law and had accepted the consequences.

Duncan Campbell’s arguments against Operation Ore – initially well received – were cast under a shadow when the computer expert he used, Jim Bates of Computer Investigations, was convicted in March 2008 of falsifying his qualifications and given a six-month suspended prison sentence. As a ‘pioneer of forensic computer analysis’, Bates had until his conviction been used widely by police and prosecutors. He is no longer used as an expert witness by prosecutors.

I presume that this Duncan Campbell is the Duncan Campbell who used to write for the ‘New Statesman’. He did write some good exposes but on one occasion there were complaints from readers when a copy of the ‘New Statesman’ was published with a photo of Duncan Campbell on the cover sporting a visible nasty injury to his face accompanied by words along the lines of ‘What happened when Duncan Campbell met Scotland Yard’ [or the phrase might have been ‘The Met’]. It transpired that Campbell had not been thumped by the police, he had fallen off of his bike after he left the station.

I read the ‘New Statesman’ for years until Brown and I noticed that it was getting light on intellectual content and heavy on features advising one on the sort of wine one should have with one’s meals. When I did used to read ‘New Statesman’, I noticed that there was never a word about the abuse of kids in care or mental health patients of which I had become acutely aware by then, although the plight of a number of other cohorts having a hard time was publicised. Neither was there any admission of certain problems in the NHS which were well-known to everyone who worked within it.

Richard Webster wrote the book ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’, which maintained that there was no serious problem of abuse of kids in care in north Wales and that the bellyaching in north Wales was the result of hysteria, a witch hunt and Alison Taylor telling porkies. The ‘New Statesman’ published a libellous article about Alison in the wake of the Waterhouse Report which was written by Richard Webster, ‘Can A Whistleblower Be Wrong?’ Alison sued – she represented herself – and won. It was admitted by the ‘New Statesman’ that they published the article on the grounds that Alison would not be able to afford to sue them. Alison accepted a settlement.

When that article was published, ‘New Statesman’ was owned by New Labour big wig and millionaire Geoffrey Robertson.

 

It was reported in the ‘Mail Online’ that Townshend also claimed to have been sexually abused himself and gave this as a possible reason for his interest in child porn: ‘I believe I was sexually abused between the age of five and six and a half when in the care of my maternal grandmother who was mentally ill at the time. I cannot remember clearly what happened, but my creative work tends to throw up nasty shadows – particularly in ‘Tommy”.

So Townshend didn’t encounter sexual abuse throughout his long career and friendships with people who used rent boys and sexually exploited vulnerable people – it happened as a result of a mentally ill grandmother…

The reference to ‘Tommy’ will have been the Uncle Ernie scene, in which Uncle Ernie, a stereotypical dirty old man dressed in a flasher’s mac, molests a ‘deaf, dumb and blind’ boy whilst singing ‘You won’t shout as I fiddle about’. Kids with sensory disabilities are often targeted by people who sexually assault them, but their assailants are as likely to be health and welfare professionals as the Uncle Ernies of the world – Uncle Ernies don’t usually have unsupervised access to disabled kids, but Top Docs, Angels, social workers, carers, teachers and others do.

The Torygraph published an article in which Townshend maintained that he had only accessed the child porn site to demonstrate that British banks were channelling child porn profits. Which they may well be, but I’m not sure that using your credit card to access the sites yourself and join in the fun is quite the way to expose what the banks are doing. Townsend stated that ‘I felt I had an understanding, and I could help’. Which is exactly what Dr Dafydd Alun Jones said on every occasion that he was challenged after being caught doing something unacceptable.

Townshend was also quoted in the Torygraph as saying that he suffered from ‘White Knight Syndrome’. I have never heard of such a condition, but according to Townshend, it afflicts those ‘who like to be seen to be helping’. I don’t know if White Knight Syndrome will be appearing in DSM soon, but Dafydd is clearly a fellow sufferer. During every investigation into Dafydd, his explanation for whatever serious malpractice he was involved has been ‘I was only trying to help’. He even went on TV and said that after Mary Wynch won her case and accompanied it with the comment ‘I found myself in this bizarre situation’. Then bugger me if Dafydd didn’t say exactly the same thing to Robert Bluglass after I complained about him – ‘Well I found myself in this bizarre situation and I was only trying to help’.

Dafydd – take it from me, if you do not threaten women and then have them unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in psychiatric hospitals when they fail to succumb to your threats, you will find yourself in far fewer bizarre situations and you will not need to help quite so often. It’ll save you a lot of bother and it will be far cheaper for whichever organisation is stupid enough to employ you, because legal fees do mount up when Top Docs find themselves in bizarre situations and try to help in this manner.

 

Townshend was also quoted in one press report as saying that he had been accused of being a paedophile because he had a big nose. Not only is Peter Townshend’s nose not that big, but I rather suspect that the reason for the cloud of suspicion was his accessing a child porn website rather than his nose. As was said in Monty Python’s Life of Brian, ‘blessed are the big noses’ – a film which was co-authored by and starred Graham Chapman, a man who enjoyed sex with underaged boys (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Chapman didn’t claim to be undertaking research when he was questioned by the police, he just told them to take a running jump because he was a Top Doctor. Chapman qualified at Bart’s, which was where Dafydd’s protector Prof Linford Rees worked for years (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Townshend’s wiki entry doesn’t mention that caution for child porn and the five years on the sex offenders register, but it does have a great deal about his charidee work and explains that in 1974 Pete played a benefit show which was organised to raise funds for the Camden Square Community Play Centre.

The earliest public example of Townshend’s charidee work was in 1968, when he donated the use of his former Wardour Street apartment to the Meher Baba Association. The following year, the Association was moved to another Townshend-owned apartment in Eccleston Square. Townshend sat on a committee which oversaw the operation and finances of the centre.

In 1969 and 1972, Townshend produced two limited-release albums, Happy Birthday and I Am, for the London-based Baba Association. This led to 1972’s Who Came First, 15 percent of the revenue of which went to the Baba Association. In 1976 there was a further release, With Love. A boxed set of all three limited releases on CD, Avatar, was released in 2000, with all profits going to the Avatar Meher Baba Trust in India, which provided funds to a dispensary, school, hospital and pilgrimage centre.

In July 1976, Townshend opened Meher Baba Oceanic, a London activity centre for Baba followers, which featured film dubbing and editing facilities, a cinema and a recording studio. The centre also served as a regular meeting place for Baba followers. Townshend offered very economical lodging for American followers who needed an overnight stay on their pilgrimages to India. Townshend wrote in a 1977 Rolling Stone article:

Townshend also embarked on a MEFA, the Meher Baba European Film Archive, project dedicated to the collection, restoration and maintenance of Meher Baba-related films.

Townshend has been a champion of children’s charities. The debut of Pete Townshend’s stage version of ‘Tommy’ in San Diego’s in July 1992 was earmarked as a benefit for the London-based Nordoff-Robbins Music Therapy Foundation, an organisation which helps children with autism and intellectual disability.

Townshend performed at a 1995 benefit organised by Paul Simon at Madison Square Garden’s Paramount Theatre for the Children’s Health Fund. The following year, Townshend performed at a benefit for the annual Bridge School Benefit, a California facility for children with severe speech and physical impairments, with concerts organised by Neil and Pegi Young. In 1997, Townshend established a relationship with Maryville Academy, a Chicago area children’s charity. Between 1997-02, Townshend played five benefit shows for Maryville Academy, raising at least $1,600,000. His 1998 album ‘A Benefit for Maryville Academy’ was made to support their activities and proceeds from the sales of his release were donated to them.

As a member of ‘The Who’, Townshend has also performed a series of concerts, beginning in 2000, to benefit the Teenage Cancer Trust in the UK, which raised several million pounds. In 2005, Townshend performed at New York’s Gotham Hall for Samsung’s ‘Four Seasons of Hope’, an annual children’s charity fundraiser. In the same year, he donated a smashed guitar to the Pediatric Epilepsy Project.

On 4 Nov 2011, Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend launched the Daltrey/Townshend Teen and Young Adult Cancer Program at the Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles, to be funded by The Who’s charity ‘Who Cares’. The launch, followed on 5 November by a fund-raising event, was also attended by Robert Plant and Dave Grohl. 

Townshend has also advocated for drug rehabilitation. In a 1985 radio interview, he said:

You’ll be delighted to know Pete that Dafydd comes highly recommended by class A drug users. As one said to me – after he’d served a prison sentence for armed robbery – ‘DA’s great, he’ll give you anything that you want, anything that you ask for. And he’ll always give you a  good for court report’.

The ‘large clinic’ to which Townshend was referring to was a plan he and drug rehabilitation experimenter Meg Patterson had devised to open a drug treatment facility in London; however, the plan failed to come to fruition. Two early 1979 concerts by ‘The Who’ raised £20,000 for Patterson’s Pharmakon Clinic in Sussex.

Further examples of Townshend’s drug rehabilitation activism took place in the form of a 1984 benefit concert, an article he wrote a few days later for the ‘Mail on Sunday’ urging better care for the nation’s addicts and the formation of a charitable organisation, Double-O Charities, to raise funds for the causes he’d championed. Townshend also sold fund-raising anti-heroin T-shirts at a series of UK Bruce Springsteen concerts and reportedly financed a trip for former Clash drummer Topper Headon to undergo drug rehabilitation treatment. Townshend’s 1985–86 band, ‘Deep End’, played two benefits at Brixton Academy in 1985 for Double-O.

In 1979 Townshend donated his services to Amnesty when he performed three songs for its benefit show ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’. That was of course the event at which Peter Cook performed his wonderful satire ‘Entirely a Matter For You’ in which he sent up the summing up of the judge who presided over Jeremy Thorpe’s trial. Cook’s performance included memorable lines about the  hitman not even being able to carry out a simple murder plot without cocking the whole thing up and a man with a criminal past but no criminal future…

Why am I reminded of Huw Daniel every time that I watch ‘Entirely a Matter For You?’

Townshend had been invited to perform for Amnesty by Martin Lewis, the producer of ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’, who stated later that Townshend’s participation had been the key to his securing the subsequent participation for Amnesty (in the 1981 sequel show) of Sting, Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, Phil Collins and Bob Geldof.

 

Townshend’s band mate Keith Moon was an old flame of Kathy Ethingham’s. I won’t recite in detail the highlights of Moon the Loon’s life here – readers will no doubt be aware of the Rolls Royce in the swimming pool,  the wrecked hotel rooms, the TVs chucked out of the window because the hotel staff were not up to Moon’s exacting requirements, the explosions in the bogs etc, but there are a few aspects of Moon’s life and death that are worth mentioning.

Keith Moon had a very serious drug and alcohol problem which by the end of his life was said by his friends to have sent him quite mad – Moon’s mates might have been describing an amphetamine-induced psychosis. Moon died in Sept 1978 of an overdose of Heminevrin, a drug prescribed to combat alcohol abuse. Heminevrin was routinely prescribed to people withdrawing from alcohol – although I’m not sure whether that is still the case. The problem with Heminevrin is – like so many drugs prescribed to people who are prone to not being particularly stable – that Heminevrin is lethal if not used properly.

By the time that Moon was given a massive quantity of Heminevrin to take home and play with, his excesses were very well known and had been the subject of much media coverage. Some very nasty things had also happened to some of the people associated with Keith Moon.

On 4 Jan 1970 Moon accidentally killed his friend, driver and bodyguard, Neil Boland, outside the Red Lion pub in Hatfield. Pub patrons had begun to attack his Bentley and Moon, drunk, began driving to escape them. During the fracas, he hit Boland. After an investigation, the coroner ruled Boland’s death an accident and Moon received an absolute discharge after being charged with a number of offences. Those close to Moon said that he was haunted by Boland’s death for the rest of his life and Moon had nightmares about the incident and said he had no right to be alive.

I’d be interested to find out how on earth Keith Moon got out of that one, even if he did feel terrible about it afterwards. As someone who was fined £60 for staring at a colleague of a paedophile gang who had unlawfully imprisoned me after encountering her in a supermarket (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’), I am confident that if I had run over and killed someone whilst pissed, I would receive a little more that an absolute discharge.

In 1973 Moon’s wife Kim, convinced that neither she nor anyone else could moderate Keith’s behaviour, left Moon and took their daughter. Kim sued for divorce in 1975. Moon’s friends stated that Moon ‘couldn’t handle’ Kim leaving him and that she was ‘the only woman he loved’. So obviously to show how much he loved her, Moon harassed Kim with phone calls and on one occasion before Kim sued for divorce, sent several heavies in pursuit of her, forcing Kim to hide in a walk-in closet after the thugs broke into her home. Kim died in a car accident in Texas in Aug 2006.

In 1975 Moon began a relationship with model Annette Walter-Lax. She begged Malibu neighbour Larry Hagman (JR of ‘Who shot JR?’ fame) to check Moon into a clinic to dry out (as he had attempted to do before), but when doctors recorded Moon’s chemical intake at breakfast – a bottle of champagne, Courvoisier and amphetamines – they concluded that there was no hope for his rehabilitation.

Hagman had a long and successful TV career in the US and in the UK. He knew many of those who hung out with Dafydd’s umbrella Linford Rees’s actress daughter Angharad Rees and her husband Christopher Cazenove (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Early in The Who’s career, Moon got to know The Beatles. He would join them at clubs, forming a particularly close friendship with Ringo Starr. The Ringo who was a neighbour of one of F’s friends…Moon later became friends with Viv Stanshall, a man who was networked with Graham Chapman et al and who died in odd circumstances in March 1995, before there was any chance of him blabbing in the wake of the Waterhouse Report (see post ‘ The International Language Of Screaming’). In the early 1970s Moon helped Stanshall with his ‘Radio Flashes’ radio show for BBC Radio 1, filling in for the vacationing John Peel. Subsequently, in 1973, Moon himself filled in for John Peel in ‘A Touch of the Moon’. The John Peel who went to school in Deganwy in north Wales and who was later so helpful in creating rock stars out of the offspring of the paedophiles’ friends in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry and the publication of the Waterhouse Report (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’).

In 1974, Moon struck up a friendship with the drunken git Oliver Reed of ‘I’ve got a tattoo on my penis, would you ladies like to see it?’ fame. The Ollie who wrestled naked in mud with other men, lest anyone might suspect him of having homophilic tendencies.  

Keith Moon was mates with Graham Chapman who, as well as regularly visiting north Wales with his 13 year old ‘adopted son’, used to dip his penis – presumably untattooed – in folk’s drinks in pubs near his house in Belsize Park. He didn’t receive a kick in the carregs because he wasn’t in Wetherspoons in Caernarfon, he was a zany Python within spitting distance of Hamptead, so it was OK.

In mid-1978 Moon moved into a flat in Curzon Place, Mayfair, renting from singer Harry Nilsson. (The wiki entry for Nilsson states that he died of a heart attack in 1994 at 52 years of age – which is a bit weird because I can remember when he was found dead and I seem to remember that the media reports stated that it was thought that he’d killed himself. Nilsson was a close friend of Ringo.) The singer Cass Elliot had died in the same flat four years earlier, at the age of 32. Cass’s wiki entry states that she too died of a heart attack. Curiouser and curiouser – Cass Elliot definitely choked to death, on, I understand, a ham sandwich. I wonder if someone has been busy amending wiki? Nilsson was concerned about letting the flat to Moon, believing it was cursed. Townshend disagreed, assuring him that ‘lightning wouldn’t strike the same place twice’.

After moving in, Moon began a prescribed course of Heminevrin. He wanted to get sober, but he had a fear of psychiatric hospitals – very wise – so he wanted to detox at home. Heminevrin is discouraged for unsupervised detox  because of its addictive potential, its tendency to induce tolerance and the risk of death when mixed with alcohol. The pills were prescribed by Dr Geoffrey Dymond, a Top Doctor from Harley Street. Dymond prescribed a bottle of 100 pills, instructing Moon to take one pill when he felt a craving for alcohol but not more than three pills per day.

On 6 Sept 1978 Moon and Annette dined with the McCartneys in Covent Garden, after a party. David Frost was a guest at the party – the Frost who conveniently pegged out on a cruise in Aug 2013 in the midst of Operation Pallial and the Macur Review and who’s death was followed by the sudden death of his 31 year old Miles not long afterwards (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). Moon watched a film – ‘The Abominable Dr Phibes’ no less – and asked Annette to cook him steak and eggs. When she objected, Moon replied, ‘If you don’t like it, you can fuck off’. He then took 32 Heminevrin tablets. When Annette checked on Moon the following afternoon, she found him dead.

Police determined that there were 32 Heminevrin pills in Moon’s system. Six were digested, sufficient to cause his death; the other 26 were undigested when he died. Max Glatt – one of many Top Docs who has previously starred on this blog (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) – wrote in The Sunday Times that Moon should never have been given the drug.

When Moon’s friends discovered how lethal Heminevrin is in overdose they were all baffled as to why the Abominable Dr Dymond prescribed so many for him. The Abominable Dr Dymond maintained that he was ‘unaware’ of Moon’s lifestyle.

In 1978 I was a school girl in Somerset. Even I knew about Keith Moon’s lifestyle, as did my friends and I had never been to London in my life, so how the Rolls Royces in the swimming pools etc escaped Geoffrey Dymond’s notice I don’t know.

Interviews with Moon’s mates suggest that they put a great deal of trust in Dymond and his abilities to ‘look after’ Keith Moon and just assumed that the Top Doctor had made an inexplicable error. I am happy to tell Moon’s surviving friends that a lot of Top Docs detest patients a lot less twattish than Keith Moon – and by the time that he died, Moon really was a twat of the highest order who had pissed off a great many people. Whilst working in medical research and in my capacity as a patient I have heard Top Docs and their associates express such callous attitudes towards patients and follow this up with criminally negligent conduct of such a magnitude that the general public would not believe that it ever happens.  Take it from me, they help people on their way. I have heard the most shocking comments made by Top Doctors after distressed colleagues – let alone patients – of theirs have killed themselves and I know of at least three suicides of mental health patients which could have been avoided with very little effort but that effort was quite deliberately not made. When faced with someone like Keith Moon, a lot of Top Doctors really could not give a fuck.

How are you Dafydd and Keith Fearns? Is it not ironic that it was Tony Francis who committed suicide rather than me? You didn’t expect that did you? Christ almighty, all I did was complain about Gwynne the lobotomist and catch Tony Francis out on a lie and WW III was declared. To paraphrase Morrissey : ‘They bear more grudges/Than lonely High Court judges’…

 

F repeatedly told me, whilst he related anecdotes from his youth in the bosom of Ringo et al, that ‘they hated us’.

 

Another bedfellow of Kathy Etchingham’s was Brian Jones, the original leader of the Rolling Stones. F always maintained that Brian Jones was murdered. Jones died in July 1969 – he was found motionless at the bottom of his pool at Cotchford Farm. His girlfriend Anna Wohlin maintained that Jones was still alive when he was taken out of the pool but Top Doctors arrived at the scene ‘too late’ and pronounced him dead. The verdict was of death by misadventure. It was Sussex Police who stood accused of failing to investigate the allegations that Jones was murdered or to have even concealed a murder.

Brian Jones was someone else who developed drug and alcohol problems and was identifiably quite seriously mentally ill by the time that he died.

Brian Jones seems to have been treated very callously by many of those around him. When asked if he felt guilty about Jones’ death, Mick Jagger told ‘Rolling Stone’ in 1995: ‘No, I don’t really. I do feel that I behaved in a very childish way, but we were very young and in some ways we picked on him. But, unfortunately, he made himself a target for it; he was very, very jealous, very difficult, very manipulative and if you do that in this kind of a group of people you get back as good as you give, to be honest. I wasn’t understanding enough about his drug addiction.’ 

Ah well Brian Jones was manipulative unlike Mr Clean Mick, so who gives a stuff that he was treated badly and found dead in suspicious circumstances. Mick is now what Viz magazine calls a ‘shag relative’ of Rupert Murdoch ie. Mick has shagged someone that Murdoch has shagged. Or at least married. So I doubt that we’ll be reading much about any interpretation of Jones’s character other than that he was ‘manipulative’ and people ‘didn’t understand’.

 

Kathy also had a relationship with Georgie Fame. Georgie is still alive but his wife Nicolette, the Marchioness of Londonderry, isn’t. Her body was found beneath the Clifton Suspension Bridge in Aug 1993 and it was assumed that she had jumped. At the time, it was reported that Nicolette was seen on the bridge, approached someone, gave them her name and asked them to ‘raise the alarm’. Whether they did or not I don’t know – Nicolette’s body was found later. A statement was given to the media explaining that Nicolette had been under the care of an expensive Top Doctor because she was distraught at the menopause and by her children leaving the nest. As someone who has now had a menopause, I can confirm that there is no need to even bother to read the volumes of rubbish that are published by the likes of Miriam Stoppard to ‘guide one through it’, let alone chuck oneself off the Clifton Suspension Bridge, it really is not that much of a big deal if you keep away from Top Doctors recommending unnecessary things like HRT. Some people do feel bereft when their children leave home, but women are no longer put in the dustbin when that happens and a lot of them have a great time, particularly if they’re a Marchioness. I cannot help suspecting that there might have been something far more serious worrying Nicolette than the menopause and the kids moving out.

Georgie Fame’s first job was at Butlins in Pwllheli. Like Kathy Etchingham, he went to London and the age of 16 and hit the music scene.

August 1993. Just before the North Wales Police wound up their investigation into the possible existence of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales and declared that there was no evidence of any such thing.

 

The coroner who carried out the inquest into the death of Jimi Hendrix was Lt Col Gavin Thurston. Thurston was educated at Dulwich College and Guy’s Hospital Medical School. He served in the RAMC from 1939-45 in India and NW Europe. Thurston was called to the Bar in 1952 but never practised.

Thurston came under the influence of an older Guy’s man, Percy Barnard Skeels, a solicitor of the City firm of Hoddinott & Skeels, then HM coroner to metropolitan Essex. Thurston was appointed as Skeels’s deputy in 1949. He was appointed as Westminster coroner in 1956 and occupied this post until his death in 1980. Thurston served as Treasurer, Secretary and President to the Coroner’s Society and was President of the Medico-Legal Society in 1969. He was a member of the British Academy of Forensic Sciences and for a short period a lecturer at the West London Medical School. Thurston sat on the Council of the MDU, 1960-80.

Thurston lived in Sussex and was married to Janet, another Top Doctor who specialised in community medicine. Janet accompanied Thurston to medico-legal and forensic meetings. After Thurston died, in 1982 Janet married a colleague of Thurston’s, the pathologist Professor Keith Simpson, who also spent a career investigating suspicious deaths that could prove difficult for high profile people. More details about Keith Simpson can be found in my post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’.

Thurston had a son, John, who was also a Top Doctor. A Dr John Thurston, an A&E Top Doctor at Joyce Green Hospital, Dartford, contributed to one of those regular BBC News Online reports regarding How Fucking Daft All The Patients Are. Top Doc Thurston was able to tell the BBC that ‘people really can be stupid’. The Top Docs are often somewhat conflicted over the intelligence of patients. Top Doctor Devakumar, one of the paedophiles’ friends who was employed at the Hergest Unit for many years, once yelled at me ‘you are stupid’ because I did insist on complaining about Dafydd. Yet Devakumar was also a signatory to the documents detailed in previous blog posts in which the BMA, MDU and many other people were told that I was a wicked genius who needed to be banged up in a secure unit asap. Perhaps I should consider myself fortunate – in one ward round Devakumar rolled up his sleeves and told a male patient that he’d fight him whenever he wanted.

‘As experienced psychiatrists we are used to patients who are aggressive to us and have training in de-escalation techniques’ wrote Dr Sadie Francis in one letter to Hempsons, detailing the problem that was me, after Hempsons had written to her and Tony Francis and them that they were ‘over-reacting’ and strongly advised them not to pursue litigation against me.

De-escalation techniques – ‘SCRAAAAP’…

 

At the time of writing, ‘The Guardian’ website features yet another article about Dangerous Psychiatric Patients attacking Top Doctors and Angels. It is a ‘global problem’ according to ‘The Guardian’.

 

Gavin Thurston was certainly Coroner to the Stars. His cases included Keith Moon, Cass Elliot, Stephen Ward (the scapegoat of the Profumo Affair – see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’), Judy Garland, Professor Gordon Fairley, Airey Neave, Sandra Rivett (Lord Lucan’s nanny) and Georgi Markov.

 

 

The Top Doctor who carried out the autopsy on Hendrix was pathologist Dr Donald Teare. Teare was from the Isle of Man and his father was a newspaper proprietor who also became a member of the House of Keys. Teare was educated at King William’s College on the Isle of Man and Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge. He trained at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Teare began his career as a lecturer in forensic medicine at Bart’s Hospital Medical College. He was Reader and then Professor of Forensic Medicine at Charing Cross Hospital Medical School, 1963-75. Teare was also a lecturer at the Metropolitan Police College, Hendon. He served as President of the MDU and President of the British Association of Forensic Medicine; President of the Association of Forensic Pathologists; President of the Medico-Legal Society, 1965-66. Teare was given a personal Chair in the University of London in 1968.

Donald Teare worked on many celebrity corpses and his famous cases included the murder of Beryl Evans and her baby Geraldine – for which Timothy Evans was hanged only to be posthumously cleared – and Podola (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’). Together with Prof Keith Simpson and Prof Francis Camps, Teare was one of the ‘Three Musketeers’, who dealt with almost all the suspicious deaths in the London area. Teare retired in 1975 and in Jan 1979 on the Isle of Man, at the age of 67.

Teare’s wife Kathleen was a magistrate in London.

The Royal College of Physicians website ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ section informs us that Donald Teare was ‘much respected and loved – a combination not always achieved by men of distinction in medicine’. Someone’s been telling porkies then, because a read through the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ reveals numerous distinguished Top Docs who were outstandingly brilliant, wonderful with patients, revered by everyone and had hearts of gold. In the cases of Top Doctors who were so obnoxious that even the Royal College of Physicians can’t pass them off as being lovely, it is stressed that they were really just very shy and no-one knew that within the complete bastard was a cuddly fluffy bunny. It was a CK Simpson who wrote Teare’s ‘Lives of the Fellows’ entry, who I suspect was Keith Simpson, Teare’s mate.

Thurston and Teare were both Top Docs to Scotland Yard and the Royal Family. Thurston was Deputy Coroner to the Royal Household.

 

I really am looking forward to reading Dafydd’s obituaries. A friend has already instructed me to pay a special tribute to Dafydd on this blog when he finally turns his toes up. When Lucille pegs out I could write a little piece along the lines of ‘together in heaven for ever’…

 

Professor Francis Camps was the son of Dr Percy William Leopold Camps, a GP and surgeon. Camps was educated at Marlborough College, followed by Guy’s Hospital. He went on to postgraduate studies at the Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine and the Neuchâtel University, Switzerland. Camps took up the post of pathologist at the Chelmsford and Essex Hospital. He was Reader and then Professor of Forensic Medicine at the London Hospital Medical School; President of the International Association of Forensic Scientists; President of the British Association and Secretary General, British Academy of Forensic Sciences.

Camps worked on, amongst others, the Dr John Bodkin Adams case in 1956 where he identified 163 suspicious deaths and was an expert witness in the trial the following year. However, Adams was acquitted of murdering one of his patients, owing to lack of evidence of motive, among other uncertainties. Harriet Harman’s father Dr John  Harman gave evidence supportive of Bodkin Adams, although Harman had very little experience in the matters on which he gave ‘expert evidence’.

Camps gave evidence during the trial of John Christie in 1953, having produced a detailed and comprehensive report on the many bodies found at 10 Rillington Place. The bodies were well preserved and so much relevant information could be gleaned from their condition. His report showed a consistent pattern of attack by Christie, most of the intact victims having been sexually molested and strangled. Beryl and Geraldine Evans had alone been strangled and their bodies were exhumed to be re-examined for Christie’s trial – by then Timothy Evans had already been convicted of their murders and hanged.

The skeletal remains of Christie’s older victims buried in the back garden at Rillington Place provided less information, although it proved possible to identify the women involved. There could be little doubt that Christie had murdered them all, that Timothy Evans was innocent and that he had been wrongly executed. The forensic and witness evidence pointed to a serious miscarriage of justice, although it was contested by a series of lawyers and politicians well after the events.

Several authors, including Ludovic Kennedy, pointed out the many contradictions and errors in the Crown’s case and the innocence of Evans is now widely accepted, by the public, experts and by the Crown itself.

 

Thurston and Teare were involved in having the final say regarding a few other suspicious celebrity deaths as well.

Tara Browne died in a car crash in Chelsea in 1966 – she was a friend of Paul McCartney’s. Jane Asher was Paul McCartney’s girlfriend whose dad Dr Richard Asher’s body was found in 1969 in the basement of the family home at Wimpole Street after he had been missing for days. It was deemed that Dr Asher died by suicide. McCartney had previously lived at the Asher’s Wimpole Street home in the mid-60s. Dr Asher was an endocrinologist and haematologist with an interest in the physical fators contributing to mental illness. He was the senior physician responsible for mental observations at the Central Middlesex Hospital but for some reason in 1964 his job was given to a psychiatrist. Asher was so upset by this that he effectively gave up medicine. In my experience this sort of thing is usually a consequence of war being declared upon someone who has fallen foul of their colleagues, rather than bearing any relation to their clinical skills. Dr Asher had possible connections with Profumo via Stephen Ward.

 

Donald Teare also performed the autopsy on Brian Epstein, the manager of ‘The Beatles’ and Cilla Black. Epstein died in Aug 1967, at his home in Kingsley Hill.

Epstein’s homosexuality was not publicly known until some years after his death, although it had been an open secret among his friends and business associates. Whilst Epstein was in the Army, he commissioned a tailor to make an officer’s uniform for him that he wore when cruising the bars of London, but was arrested one night by the Military Police for impersonating an officer. Epstein managed to avoid a court martial by agreeing to see an Army psychiatrist, who learned of Epstein’s sexuality. After 10 months he was discharged from the Army for being ’emotionally and mentally unfit’. 

Epstein spent a year studying acting at RADA, but dropped out shortly after his arrest for ‘persistent importuning’ outside a men’s public toilet in Swiss Cottage. McCartney said that when Epstein started to manage The Beatles they knew that he was homosexual but did not care, because he encouraged them professionally and offered them access to previously ‘off-limits’ social circles. John Lennon was often sarcastic about Epstein’s homosexuality but no-one outside the inner circle was allowed to comment. Ian Sharp, one of Lennon’s art school friends, when talking about Epstein, asked, ‘Which one of you [Beatles] does he fancy?’ Sharp was sent a letter by Epstein’s office within 48 hours that demanded a complete apology. Sharp apologised but received a letter from McCartney directing him to have no contact with any of them in the future. Epstein went on holiday to places such as Amsterdam, Torremolinos and Barcelona or Manchester at weekends, as the attitude to gays there was more tolerant than Liverpool.

In his autobiography, Pete Best, a close associate of The Beatles, stated that one evening Epstein expressed his ‘very fond admiration’. Epstein then supposedly said, ‘Would you find it embarrassing if I ask you to stay in a hotel overnight?’ Best replied that he was not interested and the two never mentioned the incident again. There were reports of a brief sexual encounter between Lennon and Epstein during a four day holiday in Barcelona in April 1963, although Lennon always denied the rumours. Male homosexual activity was not decriminalised in England and Wales until one month after Epstein’s death.

Epstein used stimulants, usually Preludin, which did not require a prescription at the time. Lennon, McCartney, Harrison, and Starr also used it. Epstein developed dependencies on carbromal, a barbiturate-like sedative/hypnotic drug.

In 1964 Epstein was introduced to cannabis by Bob Dylan. Epstein later became heavily involved in the 1960s drug scene. Whilst the Beatles’ album Sgt Pepper was being recorded, Epstein spent his time on holiday, or at the Priory Clinic in Putney, where he tried unsuccessfully to curb his drug use. 

In June 1967, after McCartney had admitted to LSD use, Epstein defended him to the media, stating that he had taken the drug, too.

Epstein attended a traditional shiva in Liverpool after his father died, having just come out of the Priory Clinic where he had been trying to cure his acute insomnia and addiction to amphetamines. On 24 Aug 1967 Epstein asked Peter Brown and Geoffrey Ellis down to Kingsley Hill – Epstein’s country home in Warbleton Sussex – for the weekend. After they arrived, Epstein decided to drive back to London alone because an expected group of rent boys he had invited failed to arrive, although they did turn up after Epstein left. Epstein phoned Brown at 5 pm the next day from his Chapel Street house in London. Brown thought that Epstein sounded ‘very groggy’, and suggested that he take a train back instead of driving under the influence of Tuinals. Epstein replied that he would eat something, read his mail and watch Juke Box Jury before phoning Brown to tell him which train to meet. He never called again.

Epstein died of an overdose of the barbiturate Carbitral in his locked bedroom, on 27 August 1967. He was discovered after his butler had knocked on the door and then hearing no response asked the housekeeper to call the police. Epstein was found on a single bed, dressed in pyjamas, with various correspondence spread over a second single bed. At the inquest his death was ruled an accident, caused by a gradual buildup of Carbitral in his system, combined with alcohol. The Beatles were in Bangor at the time, with the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. Epstein had previously agreed to travel to Bangor after the August Bank Holiday. The second of two shows by Jimi Hendrix at Epstein’s Saville Theatre was cancelled on the evening of his death.

Peter Brown wrote in his memoir that he had once found a suicide note written by Epstein and had spoken with him about it. According to Brown the note read in part, ‘This is all too much and I can’t take it any more’. Brown had also found a will made by Epstein. When confronted with the notes, Epstein told Brown that he would be grateful if Brown did not tell anyone. He explained that when he wrote the note and composed the will he had simply taken one pill too many, and that he had no intention of overdosing, promising to be more careful in the future. Epstein’s doctor, Norman Cowan, was prescribing the drugs. The coroner, Thurston, told the Westminster inquest that Epstein’s death was caused by an overdose of Carbitral, and ruled it as an accidental death. The pathologist, Teare, stated that Epstein had been taking bromide in the form of Carbitral for some time and that the barbiturate level in Epstein’s blood was a ‘low fatal level’.

Bromide was famously used by Top Docs to suppress the sexual urges of men who were suspiciously gay, although Top Docs often deny this.

The Beatles did not attend Epstein’s funeral, both to allow his family some privacy and to avoid attracting fans and the media. Epstein was buried in the Long Lane Jewish Cemetery, Aintree. The service at the graveside was held by Rabbi Dr Norman Solomon, who stated that Epstein was ‘a symbol of the malaise of our generation’.

Whatever Epstein did paled into insignificance when compared to that cartel of Top Doctors.

 

It is worth discussing another Top Doctor who was called upon the investigate many suspicious deaths as well, Professor David Bowen. As Head of Forensic Medicine at Charing Cross Hospital between 1973-89 and Professor of Forensic Medicine at London University from 1977-89, Bowen investigated some 500 cases of murder and suspicious deaths.

In Feb 1983 Det Ch Insp Peter Jay, head of Hornsey CID, arrived at Bowen’s office at Charing Cross and showed him several strips of skin and four small bones which had been recovered from a house in Muswell Hill, where blocked drains had been reported. The strips had a few fine hairs and appeared to have been partially boiled; initially they were thought to have come from the skin of a chicken. But Bowen was certain they were human. Noticing indentations on the surface of the skin, Bowen remarked that it might well have come from someone who had been strangled.

On the strength of Bowen’s advice, the detective returned to north London to await the arrival home from work of Dennis Nilsen, a 37 year old civil servant with the Manpower Services Commission. ‘I’ve come about your drains,’ said Jay.

That evening Bowen was called to make an initial examination of Nilsen’s flat at Cranley Gardens, Muswell Hill and was immediately struck by its unpleasant foetid atmosphere. When he examined two plastic bin bags taken from the wardrobe he found human chest tissue, expertly dissected from the rib cage and an almost complete human torso. He also found the upper half of a second torso with arms but no hands; a decomposed skull; and the freshly decapitated head of Nilsen’s last victim. In total Bowen counted up the major parts of two bodies plus a recently dismembered one which was easily identified by fingerprints. In this case, the head had been parboiled in a stockpot which Nilsen kept on his stove. Nilsen said the other two had died in March and Sept 1982.

At his previous address in Melrose Avenue, Cricklewood, Nilsen had dismembered another 12 victims and buried them under his floorboards. To make way for newcomers as space became tight, he progressively transferred the remains to his garden, burning them on huge bonfires before crushing the residuum with a heavy roller. Bowen and a colleague identified enough bone fragments retrieved from the topsoil to establish that at least six bodies were represented. At Nilsen’s trial, the jury found him guilty on six charges of murder.

At the time, the Nilson case involved the disposal of more bodies by one man than in any other case in British criminal history.

 

I remember the media coverage of the Dennis Nilsen case well. Some of the comments in court regarding Nilsen’s ‘madness’ were very stereotypical and quite farcical and although it was clear that human remains had been found, there was much confusion and speculation over exactly how many people Nilsen was alleged to have killed. Then there was the question that everybody was asking – why were none of the men whom Nilsen was alleged to have killed ever reported missing? The conversation at the time centred around how sad it was that numerous young single homeless men had been murdered by Nilsen and no-one even missed them. Some years after Dennis Nilsen was convicted, I encountered Dr Paul Bowden, one of the ‘experts’ in the Nilsen case. Paul Bowden was one of those called upon the ‘assess’ me when the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales perjured themselves and had me arrested in early 1991. Bowden was one of those who knew about the criminality of Dafydd et al but who said nothing (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Bowden worked at the Maudsley, where Dafydd had ‘trained’ and Bowden had also worked closely with Professor Robert Bluglass, who concealed the criminal conduct of Dafydd, Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services et al in 1989 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Many years ago I found the transcript of a public lecture that Bluglass had given, of a ‘my brilliant career’ type. Bluglass waxed lyrical about murderers that he had known but failed to mention that there was a dearth of evidence in some of the cases that he discussed, there was merely rumour and speculation. Bluglass discussed Dennis Nilsen – the journal in which the lecture was published  was illustrated by photos. Someone had recreated the imagined scene in Dennis Nilsen’s kitchen where he was alleged to have boiled someone’s decapitated head on the stove and for effect there were tufts of hair sticking out from under the saucepan lid. The journal was very complimentary about this touch. Now if one of Bluglass’s patients had done that for a laugh, it would have been recorded in triplicate and used as evidence as to how dangerous that patient was for years to come. In much the same way that Dafydd and Bluglass agreed that I was really quite mad and dangerous because I called Dafydd a wanker, yet Bluglass’s daughter Amanda – who fancies herself as an avant garde artist – can embroider a sampler with ‘Happy Fucking Holidays’ on it and display it on the internet. I don’t mind if Amanda Bluglass wants to do that, but it certainly illustrates that her father was moving goalposts.

Perhaps Dennis Nilsen did invite all those men back to his house, strangle them, have sex with them and then dismember them in the kitchen as alleged. Someone definitely killed someone, there were some human remains found. But beyond that no-one can be sure of anything very much because so many of the ‘experts’ involved were not only out of their depth but endemically corrupt liars as well.

 

Four years after the Nilsen trial, Bowen worked on the Railway Murders, two of which had been carried out by John Duffy and three by his close friend David Mulcahy. In 1988 Duffy had been convicted of two killings but acquitted of a third – that of Anne Lock – because of lack of evidence.

But 10 years into his sentence, Duffy named Mulcahy as his accomplice in some 25 rapes and three murders near suburban railway stations in north London, including the unsolved killing of Mrs Lock. Unlike the other two victims, she had been suffocated by a sock stuffed into her mouth. In Sept 2000 Bowen returned to the Old Bailey to testify about the tape that had bound Mrs Lock’s hands and was cross-examined on exactly how the tape had been fastened to her fingers, corroborating the story that Duffy had given. As a result Mulcahy was convicted of three murders, seven rapes and five counts of conspiracy to rape and given a whole life sentence.

David Bowen was born at Pontycymmer, near Bridgend, south Wales. After Caterham School and Garw Secondary School, Pontycymmer, Bowen completed a medical degree at University College of Wales in Cardiff and took a Master’s at Corpus Christi, Cambridge. He completed his training at Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Bowen was pretty much the same age as Gwynne the lobotomist – who also trained at the Middlesex. Bowen undertook house officer posts at the West Middlesex and London Chest Hospitals and followed them up with two years in the RMAC.

Such is the nepotism among Top Doctors that Bowen will have known Gwynne and Dafydd.

Bowen trained in clinical pathology and histopathology at the Royal Marsden Hospital and in 1957 was appointed as Demonstrator in Forensic Pathology at St George’s Hospital Medical School.

In his memoirs, Bowen recalled how a telephone call and an interview led to a job as ‘bagman’ to Professor Donald Teare. It was a ‘rare chance to gain a foothold in such a specialised sphere’ and Bowen seized it.

Bowen carried out forensic investigations into many notable cases, including the murder of Ross McWhirter who was shot on the doorstep of his north London home by the IRA in 1975; the death of the teacher Blair Peach at an anti-racism demonstration in London in 1979 and the killing of PC Keith Blakelock, hacked to death in the riots on the Broadwater Farm Estate, Tottenham, in 1985. Bowen also conducted autopsies in the wake of the IRA bomb at the Baltic Exchange in London in April 1992.

In 1999 Bowen was asked to provide a report on the case of Roberto Calvi, head of Italy’s Banco Ambrosiano and known as ‘God’s banker’ because of his close ties to the Vatican. Calvi was found hanging below Blackfriars Bridge in 1982. Bowen had been retained by lawyers acting for Italian insurers dealing with a claim by Calvi’s widow on a $4 million life insurance policy. She and her son insisted the banker did not take his own life, as the police had concluded.

Bowen believed that evidence pointed to Calvi having been forcibly taken to the bridge, possibly by boat, and to his having been the victim of foul play. In 2007 five Italians tried for Calvi’s murder were acquitted.

The Roberto Calvi case is yet another one in which no-one knows what to believe because of the very questionable track records of so many who were involved with it.

Another case of Bowen’s cases was the death in Spandau prison in 1987 of Rudolf Hess. A British consultant surgeon, Hugh Thomas, who attended Hess, sought Bowen’s opinion on the cause of Hess’s death. Bowen scrutinised two separate postmortem reports, one prepared on behalf of the Four Powers (Britain, the United States, the Soviet Union and France) and the other drawn up on behalf of Hess’s family.

The Four Powers believed that the prisoner had hanged himself using electrical cord he had found in a shed. But Bowen agreed with Hess’s son that the alleged method of Hess’s hanging left considerable doubt about the truth of the matter. Suicidal hanging, Bowen noted, usually leaves few marks on the neck or internal tissues because of the invariably short drop. In Hess’s case the autopsy had found bruising in the deeper neck tissues. Such bruising, Bowen reasoned, while unlikely to occur in a case of hanging, is, however, a feature of strangulation.

Bruising to the top of the head – again as found in Hess’s case – is also unlikely to occur in hanging. ‘Doubts must remain’, Bowen concluded, ‘on the reliability of the official statement given concerning the death of Rudolf Hess.’

As well as his London appointments, Bowen was examiner in forensic medicine at the Universities of Saudi Arabia and Colombo, Sri Lanka. David Bowen married, in 1950, Joan Davis, with whom he had two sons and a daughter. Following her death in 1973 he married, in 1975, Helen Landcastle.

Bowen will have been part of the Dafydd and Gwynne network, so once more, who would ever know whether his opinion was worth anything at all.

 

I am left with the possibility that the ‘delusions’ of F are probably as reliable as the expert opinions of the tightly knit bunch of crooks who carried out so many of the autopsies and inquests of those 60s and 70s rock stars. They managed to condemn Timothy Evans to hang, although people were told very clearly at the time that the police had forced a confession out of Evans, had written his statement themselves and that the evidence wasn’t convincing.

The other thing worth noting is that Kathy Etchingham ended up as a Top Doctor’s wife, but when she went to London she was a 16 year old runaway with a troubled background. She was also from Derby – where a paedophile ring with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales operated. Hendrix called Kathy his ‘Yoko Ono From Chester’. Did Kathy end up in London via Chester? Chester was a major part of the north Wales sex trafficking network.

 

There is someone who is still very much alive who could fill us all in on many of the mysteries from swinging London who, like Kathy Etchingham, dines out on her status as someone who was at the heart of it all but who experiences brain fades at very convenient moments – Michael Howard’s wife Sandra, who is the former model known as Sandra Paul.

Michael Howard was the Home Secretary who ruined Mary Wynch as she had the temerity to continue her fight after it was admitted that Dafydd did indeed have Mary unlawfully arrested and imprisoned for a year (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

Sandra was the daughter of an RAF Top Doctor and seemed to have been expected to lead a rather pointless life when she was young, so she went to London and ‘became a model’. Sandra boasts of having been photographed by David Bailey and Norman Parkinson. She knew JF Kennedy, Frank Sinatra – aka Ol’ Mafia Connections – and Bob Dylan.

Like Kathy, Sandra stresses that she was never promiscuous, but Sandra did get through quite a few husbands in quite a short time before she married Michael Howard. Sandra’s first husband was the jazz pianist Robin Douglas-Home, nephew of former PM Alec. Sandra and Robin’s divorce occurred at about the same time as Robin was shagging Princess Margaret. Robin killed himself in 1968 after suffering clinical depression. Someone else whom the Top Docs didn’t manage to do much for then. After she divorced Robin, Sandra married publicist David Wynne-Morgan and once she’d finished with him, he moved onto advertising exec Nigel Grandfield. Whilst married to Grandfield, Sandra was at a charity knees up on behalf of the Red Cross when she met Michael Howard, who was at that time still working as a barrister. Howard and Sandra married in 1975.

Michael Howard began life as Michael Hecht. His mum had lived in Wales from the age of six months but his dad was from Romania. What with the UK being populated by so many bigots, Michael’s dad did what many immigrants did and changed his name. Thus Michael was able to rise to the top of a party containing even more racist bastards than the other parties.

Howard was from south west Wales and went to Llanelli Boys’ Grammar School. He then went to Peterhouse College, Cambridge. Whilst a student, Howard was part of the notorious ‘Cambridge mafia’, along with Ken Clarke et al who later filled Thatcher’s Cabinet. Howard was elected as the MP for Folkestone and Hythe in 1983.

Another Tory of that era who came from the Swansea area was Michael Heseltine. Then there was Geoffrey Howe who was born in Port Talbot, the son of a solicitor and coroner. After Bridgend Prep School, Howe went to school in England then went to Trinity Hall where he too became part of the Cambridge mafia. Howe worked as a barrister on the endemically corrupt Wales and Chester Circuit, along with Ronnie Waterhouse and so many others who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and co. Howe investigated the Ely Hospital Scandal in 1969 – conditions at the North Wales Hospital were known to be worse but there was no investigation. Howe was Solicitor General under Heath, 1970-72. Howe served as MP for Bebington on the Wirral, 1964-66, then for Reigate in Surrey, 1970-74, then for East Surrey, 1974-92.

Geoffrey Howe knew about Dafydd and Gwynne (and of course George Thomas) even before Sir Peter Morrison was elected as MP for Chester and began abusing kids in north Wales and Cheshire.

Geoffrey has turned his toes up but his widow Elspeth is still with us. Elspeth is a peer in her own right – Blair made her a People’s Peer, along with all those paedophiles’ friends. Elspeth was Deputy Chairman of the EOC, 1975-79 – so she’ll have known the paedophiles’ friends who log jammed that organisation them – and was Chair of the Broadcasting Standards Commission. Just in case anyone had thought of screening a TV expose of Dafydd et al…

Do you have anything that you wish to declare Elspeth?

Elspeth is a relative of Camilla, as in the Camilla who is married to Prince Charles.

 

Sandra Howard was interviewed by the ‘Express Online’ in 2014, to promote her novel. Sandra stressed although she drew upon her days as a 60s It Girl for her novel, she’ll never write an autobiography. No, she would never dare.

Sandra told the Express that ‘the invitation to the White House came while she was staying with the British ambassador David Ormsby-Gore and his late wife who was godmother to Sandra’s eldest child, Sholto’.

David Ormsby-Gore aka Lord Harlech was later killed in a car crash. After Lord Harlech did that stint as the US Ambassador, Ormsby-Gores have a habit of dying in unfortunate circumstances. Alice Ormsby-Gore was engaged to Eric Clapton – who was a mate of Hendrix’s – and died of a heroin overdose. Eric has since admitted that he introduced Alice to heroin, treated her appallingly, managed to give up heroin himself and left Alice wrecked. One of the Ormsby-Gores shot himself and Francis Ormsby-Gore – who lived near Harlech rather than at the family seat in Shropshire – showed every sign of having come under attack from the paedophiles’ friends. For the full details of the many suspicious deaths among the last two generations of the Ormsby-Gores and the way in which poor Francis found his life falling apart once he’d been helped by the Top Doctors, see post ’95 Glorious Years!’.

Sandra states that she ‘was invited to the White House at a time when the special relationship was extremely special,’ she says.

Sandra met Ol’ Mafia Connections when she was 20, through a friend of her first husband Robin. Sinatra introduced them to Marilyn Monroe. ‘Frank invited us to California to discuss the idea for a book about him and his music. We were with him much of the next three months. Since he was between girlfriends and looking after Marilyn I met her at social events.’

Through Sinatra, Sandra also met Ava Gardner and Ella Fitzgerald. But Marilyn made the biggest impression: ‘Marilyn had to feel loved by all and wanted by every man in the room,’ recalls Sandra of a dinner party where Sinatra insisted everyone was served ‘telly dinners on individual trays’ and she found herself seated next to Marilyn ‘feeling awash with my own inadequacies’.

Never mind Sandra, you might have been green with envy but Marilyn was found dead in questionable circumstances whilst in the care of Top Docs and the down side of Marilyn wanting to feel loved and wanted by every man in the room – or people believing this of her – was that predators like JF Kennedy and Ol’ Mafia Connections moved in on her.

 

I don’t think that F, the Hergest patient whose life was destroyed by Dafydd and the paedophiles as described in my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’, personally witnessed the death of anyone like Hendrix or Brian Jones, but he did know people who may well have been at or near the scene.

From what F told me, his life only seemed to begin unravelling after his father died. F had begun his life of excess before then, but he seemed to have a great ability to evade the sort of consequences which other people would have experienced. On one occasion F’s car was stopped and surrounded by armed police, after a prank that he and his friends had played with a replica gun at an airport. The gun was definitely not a real one, but pretending to be conducting an armed robbery was the sort of thing that would have landed most young men in prison. F wasn’t even charged. I heard many such tales from F and in passing he used to sometimes comment that the police were always OK about it because ‘they knew my dad and everyone liked my dad’. F’s dad was a Freemason. F used to stress to me that he had no knowledge of his dad ever abusing that position, as far as he could see Freemasonry was just a benevolent charitable organisation. When F’s dad was dying, he was cared for by the Royal Masonic Hospital and after he died the Masons helped the family financially.

After F’s dad died, F’s family suffered very badly. The family business – which had been a thriving one – went tits up in a major way and his mum, who had grown up in south Africa, returned to Capetown because there was nothing left for her in Surrey.

F then found himself constantly threatened and arrested by the police in Surrey and again when he moved to north Wales in 1979. F really enjoyed his recreational chemicals so there was plenty that the police could legitimately have pursued him for, but the police did a bit better than that. F was constantly fitted up for ludicrous offences which he had not committed. By the time that I knew him, this was undoubtedly happening to F because he was being targeted by Dafydd and the paedophiles.

There was another factor in F’s life as well, a factor that I believe F had seriously underestimated – his father-in-law, who was a society dentist in Surrey and was networked to Top Docs in Harley Street. F knew that his father-in-law hated him, although F did get on very well with his mother-in-law. After he married his wife, C, C revealed to F that her father had offered to pay her not to marry him. C was quite rebellious, didn’t get on with her father anyway and although she had a very volatile relationship with F, in many ways they were incredibly close – they are now pensioners and long divorced, but they still see each other. C refused to be bribed by her father. C later told F that after they married, her father gave her what he called ‘running away money’, a sizeable sum to leave F ‘when’ she decided to do that.

C didn’t ever utilise the running away money, but there were certainly traumas. F was constantly ending up in psychiatric hospitals and some of his experiences in those in the south of England before he ever reached the clutches of Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were quite extraordinary. He was nearly murdered by another patient in one hospital and although he was deemed to be far too ill to look after himself, he was discharged because the doctor on duty judged that the patient who had attempted to murder him was very probably going to try it again and they couldn’t keep F safe. So he was discharged onto the streets. Which is a good deal more common than the Top Docs ever admit.

What was happening throughout this time was that F’s father-in-law was conducting a very cosy relationship with the Top Doctors who were ‘caring for’ F. F did find out about this on two occasions and had serious bust-ups with the Top Docs concerned, but F seemed to think that it had only happened on those two occasions. I suspect that it was happening systematically. F did not like Top Doctors and certainly didn’t trust them, but he had no idea of the depths of corruption in medicine, the professional loyalty that Top Docs feel towards each other which nearly always takes priority over patients’ welfare and that the Harley Street crowd are the worst of the lot. F used to comment that his father-in-law was such a greedy horrible man that dentistry was a most inappropriate profession for him – but greedy horrible people working in healthcare are not unusual. When F first told me about his ‘evil’ father-in-law, I took the view that a society dentist probably wouldn’t be overjoyed at his daughter marrying someone with F’s lifestyle so a clash was inevitable. Then a couple of people whom I knew from Bethesda met F’s father-in-law when he visited his daughter and both of these people – one of whom was a conservative wife of a local businessman – remarked to me ‘gosh, C’s father is a really unpleasant man, I couldn’t feel at ease with him’.

I never met C’s dad, but I suspect that he was the sort of cold sadistic martinet that Gwynne the lobotomist was.

F’s in-laws lived in Weybridge in Surrey, as did he before he moved to north Wales.

Geoffrey Howe was a Surrey MP and senior member of Thatcher’s Gov’t whilst Thatcher’s friend and another member of that Gov’t, Sir Peter Morrison, abused kids that Dafydd delivered. The MP for Weybridge throughout many of the years that F did battle with his father-in-law and whilst F found himself banged up and harassed by Dafydd and the paedophiles, was Sir Michael Grylls – dad of the Boy Scout Bear – who, along with Sir Peter Morrison, was involved in the lobbying scandal re Ian Greer Associates (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).

 

I know how Dafydd works and it is by using corrupt contacts within a corrupt network. I think it highly likely that F found himself fitted up in Risley Remand Centre because of some sort of deal that was done between F’s father-in-law and Dafydd. I am not going to name C here or her father-in-law, because we are talking serious organised crime and C is a potential witness. But there is someone else who I think might have played a role as well – someone who knew how corrupt Dafydd was, who didn’t like him but who was very aware of how comfortable his own life was and how difficult it would be if he crossed Dafydd’s path.

Step forward Jeff Crowther, the former psychiatric nursing manager at the Hergest Unit. Jeff came from Guildford, just down the road from F’s father-in-law and Jeff’s mother still lived in Surrey when Jeff worked at the Hergest.

Jeff: They killed your fucking wife for God’s sake and sent a thug after you. I am in hiding and none of them have ever stood trial. You might be prepared to take this sort of shit from a bunch of gangsters but I am not. Hand yourself in and fess up and whilst you are about it name everybody else involved. I do not know how any of you can live with yourselves, you knew what they were doing to people. It’s not as if they treated you any better, why do you think that Lil ‘never recovered’ once she ended up in the hands of Ysbyty Gwynedd? Just how bloody weak are you all? People DIED so that you could keep your job as an Angel and go to festivals with Gareth and Penny every summer – where you hung out with the rock star children of the paedophile gang… Was it really worth it?

Just call me The Green Green Grass of Home…

Only I don’t think that I am quite so fucking green as a bunch of dickwits who colluded with serious organised crime and I’ll be naming all of them. There was barely one person working in the NHS in north Wales who did not know something about the deaths, the organised sex abuse, the large scale drug trafficking and the en masse embezzlement of NHS funds. How about another interview with the ‘Daily Post’ then suckers, telling the world about all those vicious attacks that you have to endure from the Dangerous Psychiatric Patients? Somehow I don’t think that it’s going to save your bacon.

Perhaps John Mullen, the former CEO of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust, who allowed his staff to conduct themselves in this manner and who failed to investigate every complaint about them, would like to explain what the ‘special arrangement’ with BT that he and his colleagues had going was. A new telephone sir? Of course. Will that be On The Special Arrangement? No need to talk receipts or invoices, just tell us who wants the phone and we’ll install it – the bill will be going to the Trust, no questions asked. Because they’re all a bunch of crooks in the finance dept as well. Hefin Davies, the Chairman of the Trust, Freemason and friends with the crooks of that parish who knew those involved with the massive theft of slate at Penrhyn Quarry will also have known about the Special Arrangement…

 

 

I am still unclear as to why Capitalist Extraordinaire Martin Sorrell resigned in a hurry the other day. Sorrell began his career with Saatchi and Saatchi who have links to the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), but I’ve found a link between Martin Sorrell’s company WPP and dear old Ronnie Waterhouse as well. I’ve nearly finished reading Waterhouse’s autobiography and gosh Ronnie did have a lot of friends in high places, as well as a personal connection with most of the paedophiles’ friends. No wonder William Hague gave Ronnie a call and told him that he would be Chairing the cover-up. I’m planning a mini-series of Ronnie-related posts, Ronnie’s friends and relations are too numerous to be dealt with in only one post. Meanwhile, here’s a little taster.

 

Among Ronnie’s many friends was Woodrow Wyatt, the most dreadful old bigot who advised Thatch and wrote one of those ‘The View From The Bar Stool’ columns for the ‘News Of The World’, telling the working classes why the millionaire Thatch – whose friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison was raping children from north Wales whom Dafydd had delivered to him – was On Their Side.

Woodrow was the Labour MP for Birmingham Aston, 1945-55 although he was also a friend of HM the Queen Lilibet, Thatch and Rupert Murdoch. In 1959 Wyatt was returned as the MP for Bosworth in Leicestershire where he remained for many years. So he will have known about Greville Janner, Frank Beck and the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal. Whilst out of Parliament, Wyatt worked as a reporter for ‘Panorama’, in which in 1957 he revealed ballot-rigging in the ETU (Electrical Trades Union). It was through the ETU that Waterhouse got to know Wyatt – Waterhouse represented the ETU in court and curiously, although he lost the first big case that he did for them, he mentioned that from then on the ETU passed much work his way. In the mid-80s Wyatt played a role in the negotiations between Murdoch and the electricians’ union, aiding Murdoch’s move to Wapping. Wyatt opposed sanctions against apartheid South Africa. Like Ronnie Waterhouse, Wyatt was a good friend of Roy Jenkins. Jenkins spent years concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al and in later life acted as an adviser to Tony Blair (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’).

Wyatt’s daughter Petronella worked at ‘The Spectator’ and famously had an affair with Boris Johnson.

Woodrow Wyatt also hung out with Bertrand Russell – Wyatt conducted many interviews with Russell. Russell used to go and have tea with Woodrow and friends at Clough Williams-Ellis’s house at Llanfrothen.

 

In the late 1950s, Ronnie Waterhouse – in between dining at the Savoy (yes, even as a struggling young lawyer Ronnie was a regular at the Savoy and at Glyndebourne and of course at the Waldorf, where Ronnie’s dad used to stay when he went down to London to visit Ronnie) – was a member of a group of people who were mostly drawn from the Labour Party who imaginatively called themselves  ‘The Group’. This was to distinguish themselves from the Bow Group, which was comprised of friends of Ronnie et al – although Ronnie was for quite a while active in the Labour Party (before he became a Liberal), he was also mates with many Tories, including Geoffrey Howe.

The Group thought that they tasted success in 1960, when they renamed themselves ‘The Labour Manifesto Group’ and presented their ideas at the Labour Party Conference. Their 1960 effort was co-authored by Tony Crosland and Philip Williams. Crosland was used by Blair’s mate Ernest Armstrong to conceal child sexual abuse in the north east of England on the part of those who had strong links to Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

Ronnie stated in his autobiography that ‘two of the main moving spirits’ in The Group were Bill Rodgers and Dick Taverne. Ronnie’s proud boast is that some members of The Group became the nucleus for the Campaign for Democratic Socialism, which supported Hugh Gaitskill. They also ran off and joined Dr Death in the SDP years later. Ronnie himself left the Labour Party when Wilson became leader. Not because Wilson was a crook, but because he was dangerously left wing for Ronnie’s tastes.

 

Ronnie’s biggest lifelong buddy was of course Sir Robin Day, who was just so appalled when Lord Lambton cheerily fessed up to sharing a bed with some call girls and smoking a joint. If only Lambton been molesting kids in care and killing witnesses.

Waterhouse also knew Lord Aberconway, the 2nd Baron, of Bodnant Gardens fame. As did Bertrand Russell – the Aberconways were another family who hung out at Clough’s place and had tea with Bertrand. The 2nd Baron was one of Ronnie’s lawyer colleagues, but as Ronnie observed, Lord Aberconway was such a hopeless lawyer that the Clerk of the Court had to write the summing up and hand it to Lord Aberconway, who would then read it out.

Ronnie ingratiated himself to another north Wales family, the Pennants, who owned an estate not far from Ronnie’s turf at Holywell. The Pennants were an off-shoot of the slave trading Penrhyns of Penrhyn Castle fame. One of the descendants of the Pennants who lived near Ronnie is Antoinette Sandbach, star of this blog. Antoinette is the Tory MP for Eddisbury. Her dad was the highest ranking Freemason in north Wales throughout those years when the North Wales Police found no evidence of a paedophile gang, when Ronnie’s Public Inquiry found only a few Welsh sheep shaggers to blame and when other witnesses were found dead yet no questions were asked. Antoinette’s family have been doing favours for Dafydd and the paedophiles for years – her grandmother Geraldine was the President of the Denbigh branch of the Royal College of Midwives. Antoinette is a barrister. She won’t have dared become an historian with her ancestry. For more details of Antoinette and her proud family see post ‘News Round Up, 19 January 2018’.

 

Ever the one for keeping his eye open as to who around him it might be worth shamelessly toadying to, Ronnie was acutely aware of the presence of the Mostyn family in north Wales. Ronnie observed that Lord Mostyn was only interested in sheepdog trials – with neighbours like Ronnie I imagine that the sheepdogs would be rather better company – but Ronnie didn’t mention another younger member of the Mostyn family whom he will have known of.

Sir Nicholas Mostyn was born in Lagos, Nigeria. Sir Nicholas is a British High Court judge.

Sir Nicholas’s father was a British American Tobacco executive, thus Mostyn grew up in Nigeria, Venezuala and El Salvador. He was educated at Ampleforth College – alongside Edward Stourton. Mostyn studied law at Bristol University.

Mostyn was called to the bar in 1980 and earned the nickname of ‘Mr Payout’ after winning a number of notable cases including representing the wife of footballer Ray Parlour and winning the 1000 day marriage case for the wife of a leading City of London fund manager where no children where involved. Mostyn was retained by Fiona Shackleton in Paul McCartney’s divorce case with Heather Mills. Mostyn has been highly critical of the CSA and undertook pro bono cases involving the CSA where he thought there was an important issue of law involved. Mostyn has said:

The first CEO of the CSA who presided over so many disasters and injustices – some of which led to suicides – was Ros Hepplewhite. Being let loose at the CSA was her reward for those years of sterling service as the CEO of MIND, 1989-92, during which time Ros concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales as well as elsewhere (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

(F received communication from the CSA in which he was accused of failing to concern himself with the upkeep of the baby whom the paedophiles had stolen from him. Because F had been bled dry, even the CSA didn’t in the end demand money off him. So then they investigated his new wife to see if they could extract any dosh out of her.)

In 2015, Mostyn was removed from a case after he went against a landmark ruling of the Supreme Court concerning the rights of disabled people (namely that they have the same right to ‘physical liberty’ as non-disabled people).

Mostyn’s bonanzas included that which he won on behalf of Sandra, the wife of Martin Sorrell, a sum of £29m. Mostyn represented Di’s brother Charles Spencer – who’s track record towards female partners is not too brilliant. After losing the right to have the case heard in a closed court session, Spencer was upset at the final settlement. Mostyn, a keen farmer, named his latest batch of seven pigs after his thoughts on the case’s High Court judge, Mr Justice James Munby: James, Munby, Self-regarding, Pompous, Publicity, Seeking, Pillock. Earl Spencer later unsuccessfully sued Mostyn.

Mostyn was the presiding judge over the highly controversial decision a few years ago which authorised an NHS Trust to deliver a child by emergency caesarean section, as the mother was judged to have lacked capacity to have consented to the operation herself. The mother was an Italian citizen who was visiting the UK and during her visit she suffered a severe bipolar episode. The child was later the subject of a care application by Essex County Council. The mother was utterly distraught and pointed to her stable home and family in Italy as the reason why to have done all this was outrageous and damaging. There was much talk of Mostyn having read the opinions of Top Docs and social workers before he made his decision. Unfortunately Sir Nicholas, they lie. If they knew what they were doing and were honest, one could come to sensible decisions on the basis of their opinions, but at the moment that cannot happen.

It was Springfield Hospital who pioneered performing Caesarean sections on women who ‘didn’t know their own minds’. Shortly after I left their clutches in the early 1990s, they performed a Caesarean on a silly young thing who worked as a veterinary nurse and who explained that she had a phobia of hospitals and did not think that she would cope with a hospital birth. She was sectioned, detained at Springfield and given a Caesarean at St George’s against her wishes. It was a disaster. She had a breakdown, couldn’t bond with the baby and over the next few months repeatedly attempted suicide. Her baby was taken into care. She sued and was told that the Top Docs had acted entirely in her best interests and lost the case. She gave an interview at a later date and explained very clearly how her life had been completely destroyed by the actions of Springfield Hospital.

From what I saw at St George’s not long before that event, the silly girl’s care on the delivery suite at St George’s would have probably been OK. A lot of the midwives there were very good, as were most of the Top Docs, although there was a lot of snobbery and casual racism among the Top Docs. One (female) Top Doc told a colleague of mine – another medical researcher – that ‘the midwives are all really thick, especially the black ones’. How bright was the researcher who repeated this in my presence, after berating me for being friends with the midwives? Er – well her boyfriend, a police officer with the Met, had just secured them  and their friends tickets to see ‘The Bangles’ in concert. The police officer had bagged tickets for the front row so that, my colleague told me, ‘the lads can look up the girls skirts’.

I say that most of the Top Docs on the delivery suite were good – most of them were and two of them were actually normal, pleasant people among much lunacy. There was however a Top Doc called Joseph who did all he could to get out of work, including declaring himself to be conscientiously against abortions. It was openly discussed by the other Top Docs that Joseph was anti-abortion because it was one less job for him. Then there was another one who was just as lazy as Joseph but more senior. He engaged me in an interesting conversation about how he went to Ronnie Scott’s several times a week and it was really great, I should try it. I was a little worried throughout this conversation because a midwife kept coming up and asking him to help with a birth because the woman had been pushing for a long while and she seemed to be in trouble. He batted the midwife away three or four times. I thought that if I stopped the conversation perhaps he would take a bit more notice of the now frantic midwife, so I went down to the other end of the ward. The jazz fan continued to sit there, chilling out, he read a newspaper and listened to a bit of music. I then noticed all hell break loose – the patient whom this man had refused to help was now in serious distress and a disabled baby was a very real possibility – WHOOPS, emergency caesarean necessary…

The midwife who’s pleas were ignored for over an hour wasn’t even black. Interestingly enough the jazz fan was, he was Nigerian.

So as long as women giving birth at St George’s managed to avoid the small number of lethal Top Docs – not that they would ever have been given any indication at all that the Doc caring for them was lethal, most patients are incredibly trusting and believe that standards in medicine are high and are robustly enforced and Top Docs always reassure patients of this – they would be OK. So I doubt that it would have been the staff on the delivery suite at St George’s who will have destroyed the veterinary nurse who didn’t know what was best for her.

It will have been Springfield. The brutal, drug-dealing, swearing, screaming Angels of Springfield who were the henchmen for the Top Docs who were concealing a sex trafficking gang, who admitted in writing that they knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting the patients but agreed with Dafydd that I really was very dangerous when they found out that I knew at least some of what Dafydd was up to (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

There was another person doing a PhD at St George’s in the late 80s/early 90s who may well have known about Dafydd et al. This man had previously worked as a psychiatric nurse at Prof Robert Bluglass’s empire in Birmingham, the Reaside Clinic. He had not been very complimentary about Bluglass – he told me that there were wards at the Reaside Clinic which were frankly dreadful but Bluglass ensured that no-one ever visited them. Bluglass concealed Dafydd’s crimes and also was called upon to ‘investigate’ the serious problems at Ashworth and blame the murders, violence and sexual abuse there on the patients rather than the staff (see post ‘Security, Security’).

So Dr Mark Roy, how about making a statement about old Bluglass and his crimes and the many other crimes that you will have gained knowledge of at St George’s, then during your stint in the Dept of Psychiatry at Oxford University – home of Prof Tom Burns and Professor Mark Williams who also concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles. After Oxford, Mark Roy bagged himself a job at the Dept of Biobehavioural Health at Pennsylvania State University, but I suspect that Mark left there under a cloud. He is now a senior lecturer in the School of Psychology at the University of Central Lancashire.

 

As for the present Lord Mostyn – he is a young man from Chelsea who owns most of Llandudno.

 

 

The media continue to tell us all that one only has to ‘ask for help’ if one is experiencing mental distress and the fickle finger of suspicion continues to be pointed at men in particular who won’t Talk About It. Even ‘Farming Today’ on Radio 4 a few days ago had an article on male farmers who Won’t Ask For Help.

This is not what I have seen. When I lived in north Wales I knew of men who were desperately begging for help, but as with women, no help would be forthcoming. I am sure that transgender or intersex people would have had no more luck at getting any assistance from the north Wales mental health services. When I was doing my PhD there was a member of staff who worked in Bangor University who was married to a farmer. The farmer became very seriously depressed and both his wife and him begged for help from the Anglesey Community Mental Health Team. He began to talk about killing himself and said that he had thought about how to do this, he would shoot himself. After quite some time of this, the Anglesey CMHT went out to the farm, visited him, offered no help but took away his shotgun. He had another one, as his wife had told them, but they ignored her concerns. Hours later he shot himself dead.

Bridget Lloyd, the Angel who perjured herself in an attempt to have me imprisoned (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), was a member of the Anglesey CMHT at the time.

The suicide was widely discussed at Bangor University and a lot of people who knew the dead man and his widow were very angry. It was agreed by virtually everyone that it had been sheer inexcusable negligence. I was at a university function a couple of days after the farmer’s suicide and one of his friends, another member of staff, was there, fuming volubly about the idiocy of the mental health services and saying that someone should be sued. The dreadful Professor Tom Corns, latterly of the School of English at Bangor, started arguing the toss, trotting out the line that ‘it’s difficult, looking after people like that’. What the dead man’s friend didn’t know about Tom Corns is that he is married to a social worker, Pat Corns. Pat Corns spent many enjoyable years working as a paedophiles’ friend in north Wales and knew all about the unnecessary deaths, wrongful imprisonments and the child abuse. Tom Corns’s son is a Top Doctor.

I knew a number of other men in north Wales who did try and Talk To Their Doctors but who also got nowhere. I knew one man who developed a very serious drink problem and his wife confided in me that he had begun to get violent when he was drunk. She knew why he was drinking, it was because life had now got too much for him – his mum had killed himself when he was six, his dad hadn’t been able to look after him and he had literally scavenged in bins for food. This took place in rural Gwynedd in the 1970s. Most of the villagers in the village where this family lived knew what had happened to him as a child and they also knew about his alcohol problem. Finally he went to Bethesda surgery to ask for help with his ‘nerves’. He was given a prescription for valium and sent on his way.

His drinking continued and one day he arrived at my place completely bladdered and caused trouble, but didn’t actually damage anything or anyone. I rang the police at Bethesda and explained the problem and said that this man was clearly quite desperate. The policeman stated that he knew the ‘fat bastard’ and that if I wanted him arrested he’d do so. I explained that the fat bastard actually had serious problems and so far was a nuisance but not criminal. The police told me that they couldn’t do anything.

A few weeks later I heard that the same man had been the target of a malicious allegation that he’d sexually harassed a young woman. The basis of the young woman’s allegations that he was sexually dodgy was that he was a naturist who went to nude swimming sessions at the local swimming pool. Another local person went to those nudist swimming sessions as well – a local Top Doctor. I bet that no-one called him a fat bastard when he developed mental health problems or accused him of sexual harassment. Some months later the same young woman made allegations of rape against another man. She later admitted that she had made it all up – but not until he’d been arrested and held in custody on bail. One reason that this young woman’s complaints were taken so seriously by the police in the face of no evidence was her close friendships with a number of police officers. Very close friendships indeed with a number of male police officers – who in return for sex were quite happy to fit up anyone whom she cared to point the finger at. Interestingly enough, the people whom she accused had always crossed the path of the paedophiles’ friends…

Perhaps Donna Maria Morgan would like to tell everyone how she managed to have so many deep and meaningful friendships with so many social workers and police officers in north Wales. She might also like to pay me the £500 that she owes me after bouncing a cheque on me and writing me a letter telling me not to go to the police because she’s got mates everywhere ‘who’ll vouch for me’. Presumably the same mates who vouched for her when an innocent man was imprisoned on the basis of her malicious allegations.

Donna was a good mate of Denise Baker aka Denise Baker McClearns, who was for many years married to a children’s social worker employed by the Anglesey team. Prior to that Denise lived with a coke addict, who I was told, also flogged drugs to fund his habit. It was this man – Malcolm Fox – and Denise who were named by Donna as two of those who would ‘vouch for’ her should I contact the police. Denise later embarked on a career working with mentally ill female prisoners as a member of Prof Louis Appleby’s team on his flagship project re suicide. I was told that Denise was dismissed on the grounds that she was a danger to vulnerable people. So she went straight out and landed another job with vulnerable people…

 

I don’t wish to give the impression here that it was only Top Docs, social workers and police officers who abused or exploited vulnerable people in north Wales. A few other people tried their luck as well. F was a talented artist and before Dafydd et al ruined his life, he used to paint big oil paintings on 6ft canvases. When he was living in the south of England he used to sell them for several thousand pounds each. The market was far more difficult in north Wales because there were far fewer people with high disposable incomes, so F ended up with about eleven big canvases stored in his home.

In about 1993, two business graduates from Bangor University set up a cafe in Bangor called The Fat Cat and weeks they later opened another one in Chester. They made a deal with F that they would display his paintings in the Chester cafe – F might make a sale and meanwhile the cafe would have something nice on the walls. The Fat Cat men collected F’s paintings in their van and took them over to Chester. A few weeks later, one of them, Simon, contacted F and explained that there had been a break-in at Chester – the paintings were OK, but Simon and his business partner Matthew were worried that if it happened again and the paintings were damaged or stolen, their insurance wouldn’t cover it. F explained that he didn’t have transport to collect the paintings, so Simon said that he’d return them.

The paintings were delivered to F as arranged – except that one was missing. The most valuable one. Simon stated that it was slightly bigger than the others and wouldn’t fit in the van, but they’d return it soon. F waited and waited. Then he contacted Simon and Matthew and was once more told that the painting would soon be returned. This went on for many months. Then Matthew told F that if he wanted his painting back he’d have to hire a van himself and collect it from Nottingham of all places – where Matthew had a flat. Matthew had taken the painting to his flat ‘for safe-keeping’. F told Matthew that he couldn’t afford to rent a van and collect the painting from Nottingham. Matthew told F that he wasn’t getting the painting back unless he went to Nottingham. The price tag on the painting was £6k.  F went to the police to report the theft. The police told him that it was a civil matter. A very kind local solicitor wrote to Matthew  – and waived his fee – and asked for F’s painting to be returned. Matthew wrote to the solicitor and told him that F should spend his money on a van to collect his painting ‘rather than on expensive solicitors’.

Meanwhile, I had a friend who had been invited to a party at Matthew’s flat in Nottingham. There, hanging as the centrepiece, was the stolen oil painting. Matthew freely told his guests that he liked the painting so he kept it because he knew that the owner of the painting couldn’t afford to retrieve it or indeed take civil action against him.

By the time that my friend found the stolen painting, Matthew and Simon had opened a chain of The Fat Cats across the UK, had won an award for business and had stated their ambition to be create an international chain of The Fat Cats. Up in Bangor there was a stream of former The Fat Cat staff who had been treated abominably and not paid. Then there were the people who had enrolled for The Fat Cat ‘management training programme’ who found that health and safety legislation was being routinely flouted.

A few years ago, The Fat Cat chain of cafe bars appeared in the media. The business was in difficulties and the Director, one Matthew Saunders, was having to close many of his cafes because the bank had called in his overdraft without warning. Saunders gave interviews to the broadsheets about the outrageous behaviour of Lloyds Bank who had ruined the sort of business that this country needs no less.

I had a particularly good laugh at Saunders being stuffed over by the bank, as I’m sure did those waiters and waitresses to whom he owed money. The downside is that Saunders has probably flogged the painting that he stole to keep the wolf from the door whilst he works out another way of fleecing people.

I have begun wondering though. Is it possible that Saunders may have been acquainted with the paedophiles’ friends himself – that painting was stolen just when open season was declared on F…

 

One more conundrum before I finish this post. I have previously mentioned Dafydd’s habit of crashing his car every 50 miles or so and the multiple crashes that Dafydd had whilst he was flying light air craft. Dafydd was very obviously not medically fit enough to hold a driving licence yet alone any sort of pilot’s licence. From what I understand, the criteria for a pilot’s licence are stringent. One has to apply to the Civil Aviation Authority for a Light Aircraft Pilot’s Licence. There is a list of approved medical examiners. Does anyone know who was writing Dafydd’s medical reports, because I think that as ever with Dafydd, rules have been flouted.

 

 

NEWSFLASH – Carwyn announced this afternoon at the Welsh Labour Party conference in Llandudno that he is standing down as FM. Carwyn has never taken the action that he should have over the NHS, but Carwyn is the best of a very bad bunch. Paedophiles’ friend Mark Drakeford has stated that he will be ‘talking to his family’ about standing for election as FM. Now that really is an appalling vista.

Lord Denning

In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen

Professor Robert Owen OBE died on 7 March 2018 at the age of 96. Tributes have been paid to Prof Owen, a ‘leading orthopaedic surgeon whose many achievements included treating children with scoliosis all over the world’.

Robert Owen was born in Chwilog near Pwllheli and grew up on the family farm. He was head boy at Pwllheli Grammar School and had aspirations to be a vet until his younger brother William fell off a bike. Robert, then a teenager, took him to see a doctor. Prof Owen’s daughter Gilly explained that Robert ‘actually passed out during the operation, but the doctor told him he wasn’t going to be a vet, he was going to go into medicine, and said that he knew the Dean at Guy’s Hospital in London – and that was that’.

After qualifying at Guy’s and serving for three years in the RAF, Prof Owen decided on a career in orthopaedics. He had a special interest in disabilities in children, and this interest led him to set up the Clwyd Special Riding Centre. He was especially interested in scoliosis and held clinics in places as diverse as Brazil, Africa, Nepal and Norway.

Prof Owen’s daughter Gilly told the ‘Daily P