The International Language Of Screaming

My post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’ detailed the backgrounds of Lord Max Beloff and some of his family. Max was the father of Cherie and Tony’s mate Michael Beloff QC, who was the legal advisor for Municipal Mutual, the insurers for Clwyd County Council throughout the years whilst children in the care of Clwyd were severely abused. It was Michael Beloff’s advice which resulted in the 1996 Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd being witheld from absolutely everyone but the Council’s insurers and lawyers for decades. Even Clwyd County Councillors themselves were not permitted to read the report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

Max Beloff had previously provided a glowing endorsement of a book written by Ioan Bowen Rees, who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang operated in children’s homes across Gwynedd and Clwyd. Ioan was the boss of Gwynedd’s Director of Social Services, Lucille Hughes – Lucille was Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s mistress.

 

I decided to do a bit more research into Max Beloff and his contacts because Max was involved with some of the right wing gurus of the 1970s and 80s who influenced and advised Thatcher. In the 1980s someone who was plugged into at least part of that network worked at UCNW (Bangor University), a agricultural economist, Professor Richard Howarth. I met a young relative of Richard Howarth’s once – at a bus stop in Menia Bridge, in about 1982 – and she told me that he was having meetings with Thatcher.

Richard Howath worked in the Agriculture Dept, which must have been the most dysfunctional Dept in UCNW. There was a constant supply of students approaching the university authorities requesting to change course. One of the lecturers – Gordon Farley – was the most ridiculous old sexual harasser who could be imagined and had been removed from his post as a warden of a student hall of residence because of the hair-raising stories that were circulating about him. There were frightening anecdotes from former students of having been forced out of the university as a result of vendettas from staff in the Agriculture Dept and the Prof of Agriculture was a complete incompetent called J.B. Owen who very obviously should not have been in his job. I was told many years later that Owen’s family had provided the money which had established the Dept and that was the only reason why he was ever given his job. Mary Wynch had worked as a secretary in the Agric Dept before Dafydd unlawfully imprisoned her. Mary became headline news after she won her case against Dafydd, but no-one from that Dept supported her. I have always wondered what Mary found out about JB Owen et al, particularly as I was told repeatedly that he was a deeply unpleasant man and there had been many victims…

For details of the horrors and stupidities of the Agri Dept and JB Owen, see post ‘Not Seen Since the 80s – Carwyn’.

One of the UCNW students mentioned in my post ‘Just A Language Divide?’ who took up a job in the US after graduation – which seemed to have been arranged for her by the corrupt GP in the Student Health Centre, Dr DGE Wood and his wife, who was a senior lecturer in UCNW, after this young woman found out about the corruption in the North Wales Police – also knew about much wrongdoing in the Agri Dept. Unlike some people who were forced abroad by Wood et al into not very desirable jobs, this young woman landed a very good deal in a US university, despite her not having shown much interest in academic work. Her father was an Editor on ‘The Daily Telegraph’. The staff of the Student Health Centre knew about this because they made a reference to it one day.

Although I wasn’t studying agricultural economics, I took an interest in Richard Howarth’s work because I wondered how someone surrounded by the pillocks in the Agri Dept had found himself dining with Thatch. Howarth did actually have academic interests unlike a number of his colleagues – many of whom seemed to be simply mates of JB Owen’s – but it was all very standard 1980s Thatcherite stuff, recommending Adam Smith etc.

At one point Howarth looked as though he was going to be very influential. It became known that his group were the only people in the Agri Dept with any life in them and he appeared in the London-based press a few times. A few years after I graduated, I was told that one of Howarth’s team, Terry Thomas, was much in demand in high places and was nipping over to Europe as an advisor.

Things then died a death quite suddenly. Howarth disappeared from the University and a piece appeared in ‘Private Eye’, alleging that he had been driven out of north west Wales by much unpleasantness. The last I heard, Howarth was running a guest house. Years later Terry Thomas made headlines in the local Welsh press after suing the University, alleging that his health and life had been ruined by them.

This may be a coincidence, but it all fell apart after Mary sued Dafydd and at the time that the allegations concerning serious abuse of children in north Wales began surfacing.

My post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ mentioned that in 1984-85, Thatcher’s henchman from the UGC, Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer, planned to close UCNW down but had his arm twisted into allowing the institution to continue to exist by the PVC of UCNW Prof Alwyn Roberts, who was also a big name in the BBC and S4C. Alwyn Roberts knew that UCNW was run by people facilitating the paedophile gang which was supplying children to Dolphin Square as well as to Thatcher’s friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison and many others.

During the late 1980s and the first few years of the 1990s, Richard Howarth was involved with various right wing and anti-EU groups – then the trail goes cold. Max Beloff was involved with similar groups and might well have known Howarth.

 

One of Max Beloff’s proudest achievements was the establishment of the University of Buckingham, the UK’s first private university.

 

The University of Buckingham was founded as the University College of Buckingham in 1973 – the first students were admitted in 1976. It was granted university status by Royal Charter in 1983.

The University was closely linked to Margaret Thatcher. As Education Secretary she oversaw the creation of the University College in 1973 and as PM she was instrumental in elevating it to a university in 1983. After retiring from politics in 1992, Thatch became the University’s Chancellor, a post she held until 1999.

Lord Hailsham, Quintin Hogg, succeeded Thatch as Chancellor. Hogg was the Tory MP for Oxford, 1938-50 and then for St Marylebone, 1963-70. Hogg was educated at Eton and Christ Church, Oxford. He migrated back and forth between the Commons and the Lords as a consequence of renouncing an hereditary peerage but then gaining a life peerage under Ted Heath. Hogg came from a long line of Hoggs who were all equally offensive. Hogg was a barrister and a keen mountain climber and his career with the Tory Party stretched back into the Pre-Cambrian era. He was First Lord of the Admiralty under Anthony Eden; Lord Privy Seal, Chair of the Tory Party and Lord Privy Seal, Leader of the Lords and Lord President of the Council under Supermac; Education Secretary under Alec Douglas-Home, Shadow Home Secretary under Heath and Lord Chancellor under Thatch. As Lord Chancellor, Hogg was preceded by paedophiles’ friend Lord Elwyn-Jones and succeeded by paedophiles’ friend Lord Michael Havers.

Hogg was disgusted by homosexuality at a time when he will have known that many of his colleagues were molesting underaged boys whilst being protected by the Lord Chancellor. It was Hogg who, after the Argies surrendered, joyfully declared that it was God wot won it for us. Only he said it in Latin, Boris-like, so the journos all had to scamper off to look it up. A case of ‘sane, paululum linguae latinae dico’ (‘sure, I speak a little Latin’), a la Manuel on Fawlty Towers when he stood behind the moose’s head and said ‘I speak English, I learn it from a book’ and gave the Major a shock.

Hogg transmitted the inherited trait to become a Tory Minister onto his son Douglas.

 

Sir Martin Wakefield Jacomb followed Hogg as Chancellor, 1999-10. Jacomb was Chairman of Canary Wharf Group. For details of how Canary Wharf was built upon the corpses of the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles, see post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’. Jacomb was a Vice-Chairman of Kleinwort Benson Ltd, 1976-85, and a Deputy Chairman of Barclays Bank, 1985-93.

Jacomb was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. He was a barrister, 1955-68 and then began his career in business. In 1986 Jacomb described insider trading as a ‘victimless crime’. Obviously in the same way that no-one was really harmed by Dafydd and the paedophiles, they just made it all up to receive compensation.

According to the University of Buckingham, Jacomb  ‘is a strong believer in the need for universities to be independent of the government’. He has written that if universities are ‘to nurture genuinely free and creative academic research’ and ‘be the guardians of liberty which a free society needs’ they must be independent of Gov’t funding. He maintained that Oxford University should become private in order to avoid an authoritarian Gov’t imposing restrictions on admissions and that Oxford’s academics will only be able to challenge prevailing opinion if they are independent of Gov’t funding. Dependence on Gov’t funding, Jacomb argues, has had disastrous effects on the HE sector in continental Europe.

I too have deep concerns over the way in which the UK’s universities have filled up with not very brave people who daren’t publish anything too critical of the state – it is a massive problem in health and social care research. But somehow I don’t think that the answer is to ensure that the same people end up being frightened of upsetting international financiers.

 

Martin Jacomb was succeeded as Chancellor by Lord Tanlaw aka Simon Mackay. Tanlaw takes a particular interest in the Far East, especially Malaysia. He was a Director of the family firm, Inchape plc, with many business interests in the region from 1967 to the mid-1990s, at which point the Mackay family’s involvement in the company ceased. Lord Tanlaw currently owns Fandstan Electric Group Ltd, a railway and engineering company.

Tanlaw has served as both President and Treasurer of the Sarawek Association and is a member of the Oriental Club, London and White’s. He was a member of the executive committee of the Great Britain-China Centre, 1981-88.

Simon Mackay was the unsuccessful Liberal candidate for Galloway in 1959, and by the late 1960s was joint Treasurer of the Scottish Liberal Party. So he’ll be well acquainted with David Steele and the other Liberals of that era who kept quiet about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’).

Tanlaw received his peerage in 1971. He sat as a crossbencher for many years, then as a Conservative.

Lord Tanlaw resigned as Chancellor of the University of Buckingham in 2013 but I haven’t yet found out why. He was succeeded by Tessa Keswick.

Tessa Keswick aka Lady Tessa Reay is the daughter of an aristocrat. Tessa married another aristocrat, the 14th Lord Reay. Lord Reay owns a substantial country estate in Wiltshire – just like Sir Peter Morrison’s father did. Lord Reay also owns an 18,000 acre shooting estate in the Angus Glens area of East Scotland.

Tessa is now married to Sir Henry Keswick. Sir Henry was educated at Eton and Trinity College, Cambridge and owned ‘The Spectator’, 1975-80. Sir Henry is Chairman of Jardine Matheson Holdings Ltd, a company that he joined in 1961. He became a Director in 1967, MD in 1970 and Chairman in 1972. Sir Henry is Vice-Chairman of the Hong Kong Association and a member of the Council of the National Trust. He was previously Chairman of the National Portrait Gallery and is involved with ‘The Tablet’.

During the 2017 General Election, Sir Henry and Tessa donated £100k to the Conservative Party.

Sir Martin Jacomb will be delighted to hear how private universities are free of political bias from authoritarian Gov’ts.

The reason that I have blogged about Tessa’s male relatives rather than Tessa is that I can’t actually find much info about Tessa. I’ve found a photo of her but apart from the fact that she is Chancellor of the University of Buckingham, there is not a great deal about her readily available. Which suggests that she might have bagged her job on the strengths of her male relatives.

 

The University of Buckingham’s finances for teaching are derived entirely from direct student fees and endowments: it does not receive state funding, via HEFCE or otherwise. It has formal charity status. 

Some of the founding academics migrated from Oxford University, stating that they were disillusioned with ‘the late-1960s ethos’.

 

One of the founders of the University was John W. Paulley, a Top Doctor who enjoyed writing angry letters to ‘The Times’. On 27 May 1967, ‘The Times’ published a letter from Paulley, who wrote:

‘Is it now time to examine the possibility of creating at least one university in this country on the pattern of [the] great private foundations in the USA.’

Three London conferences followed which, the wiki entry for the University tells us, ‘explored this idea’.

The development of the University of Buckingham was linked to the right wing Institute of Economic Affairs (IEA), in particular to Harry Ferns and Lord Ralph Harris, the heads of the Institute. The University’s foundation-stone was laid by Thatch.

Harris was General Director of the IEA, 1957-88 and then served as Chairman. He was founding President from 1990 until his death in 2006. Harris served on the Council of the University of Buckingham, 1980-95.

Harris was Secretary of the Mont Pelerin Society from 1967 and its President, 1982-84. He was ‘a moving spirit in the Wincott Foundation and the founding of the Social Affairs Unit’. Harris was a founder of the No Turning Back group in 1985. He was Chairman of the Bruges Group, 1989-91. He was a Director of Murdoch’s Times Newspapers, 1988-01.

Harris helped set up a fighting fund to support Neil Hamilton’s libel actions against the BBC in 1986 and Mohamed Al Fayed in 1999. He was Chairman of Civitas from 2000 and also Chairman and then President of FOREST, the smokers’ rights campaigning group.

 

Max Beloff was the University of Buckingham’s first Vice-Chancellor.

Beloff was succeeded by Sir Alan Peacock, 1980-84, an economist and founder of the Economics Dept at the University of York. Peacock also held posts at the University of St Andrews, the LSE, Edinburgh University and Heriot-Watt University. He was Chief Economic Adviser to the DTI, 1973-76 and a Co-founder and the first Executive Director of the David Hume Institute.

Alan Peacock was followed as VC by Lord Richard Luce, 1992-96. Luce was educated at Wellington College and Christ’s College, Cambridge. After National Service in Cyprus, 1955–57, Luce briefly joined the Overseas Civil Service. He then worked for Gallaher Ltd as a brand manager (1963–65), before becoming marketing manager for the Spirella Company of Great Britain. In 1968–71 he was Director of the National Innovation Centre. From 1972-79, Luce was Chairman of IFA Consultants Ltd. Luce was also Chair of Selenex Ltd (1973–79) and of Courtenay Stewart International (1975–79).

Luce was first elected to the Commons as the Tory MP for Arundel and Shoreham in 1971. He retired from the Commons at the 1992 General Election. Days before the firebomb in Brighton (22 miles away from Arundel) killed the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Between 1979-82, Luce held Ministerial posts in the Foreign Office. In 1982, along with Lord Carrington, he resigned over Argentina’s invasion of the Falklands.

Luce returned to the Foreign Office in 1983, again as a Minister. In 1985, he was appointed as Minister for the Arts and Minister for the Civil Service. He resigned from that post in 1990.

Between 1997-2000, Luce was appointed Governor of Gibralter. He bagged his peerage in Oct 2000, after the Waterhouse Report had been safely published. In the same year, he became Lord Chamberlain – the Head of the Royal Household – a post he held until 2006. Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison spent her whole life as Lady-In-Waiting to HM the Queen Lilibet. During many of those years, Peter Morrison was abusing children, including children in care in north Wales.

 

In April 2012 Lord Luce was appointed by PM David Cameron as Chair of the  Crown Nominations Commission for the See of Canterbury, the commission set up to nominate the 105th Archbishop of Canterbury.

Lord Luce is President of the Voluntary Arts Network, the Royal Overseas League and is High Steward of Westminster Abbey.

Luce is from a family in which many members have reached very senior positions in the Forces, particularly the Royal Navy. Admiral Sir Alec Bingley was a man who had the most impressive of careers in the Royal Navy. He was, among other things, Commander in Chief of the Home Fleet during WWI; the Fifth Sea Lord and Deputy Chief of Naval Staff (Air) in 1954; Commander in Chief of the Mediterranean Fleet and NATO Commander, Allied Forces in the Mediterranean in 1959 and then Commander in Chief, Portsmouth. Sir Alec was married to Lady Juliet Bingley, who during her many her years with MIND, concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Sir Alec and Lady Juliet’s son William Bingley continued Lady Juliet’s good work in concealing the serious crimes, both in his capacity as legal director of MIND and then as CEO of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

It is very likely that Luce knew Sir Alec from Luce’s years in the Foreign Office.  Luce’s uncle was Sir David Luce, First Sea Lord, 1963–66, who would have certainly known Sir Alec. Luce’s sister Diana is married to retired Royal Navy Captain David Hart Dyke and his niece is comedian and actress Miranda Hart. The tall one who makes jokes about being desperate to get married and does a face at the camera every five minutes. When she’s not telling the jokes about her mother. The BBC know that women like that sort of comedy. And that when they say no they mean yes.

The University of Buckingham’s website informs us that Luce’s wife Lady Rose Luce sang in the choir of the University of Buckingham Alumni Association at the pre-Christmas do in 2013.

 

Since Sept 2015, Sir Anthony Seldon has been Vice-Chancellor of the University of Buckingham. Seldon is an historian and a biographer of recent PMs and the former Headmaster of Wellington College. What is less well-known is that prior to that, Seldon was Headmaster of Brighton College, which educated a number of paedophiles’ friends, including Keith Best, the former Tory MP for Anglesey, 1979-87 and Welsh Office Minister (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Seldon sits on the Advisory Board of another private university, A.C. Grayling’s venture, the New College of the Humanities, which seems to attract seriously rich students who have not got into Oxbridge. Seldon is the son of the economist Arthur Seldon, who co-founded the IEA and was Director of Academic Affairs at the IEA for 30 years.

Seldon is a thoughtful man but nonetheless is duped by flaky ideas. His pupils were encouraged to practice Mindfulness as pioneered by paedophiles’ friend Professor Mark Williams (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’) and Seldon is Co-founder of Action for Happiness, the con perpetrated by Lord Richard Layard, husband of paedophiles’ friend Baroness Molly Meacher (see post ‘A Vintage Crop’).

 

The VC prior to Sir Anthony was Prof Terence Kealey, 2001-14, formerly of the Department of Clinical Biochemistry, Cambridge University. Kealey is a Top Doctor who trained at Bart’s and did his PhD at Balliol. Kealey opposes the public funding of science and believes that Thatch transformed schools and universities. Which I suppose she did.

A few days after Thatch was driven away from Downing Street wiping tears from her eyes, I was shopping in a supermarket with my friend – whilst we were both living in London and under attack from the paedophiles’ friends – and we were doing what those people who turn up on Andrew Neil’s TV programmes and make completely inaccurate predictions about the political year ahead describe as ‘assessing the legacy of Thatcher’. As we headed towards the checkout in the supermarket in Peckham – which had obviously been transformed by Thatcher as well – my friend observed ‘she’s ruined everything hasn’t she’. And I tried to think of something which had not been ruined by Thatch and I couldn’t. So we went back to my mate’s flat in Peckham – which had a huge iron portcullis thing on the door, after the door had been kicked in by burglars a few weeks previously – and we discussed the lunatic GP in Peckham whom my friend had seen a few days previously who had prescribed her something that would have caused her serious damage if she had been thick enough to take it.

My mate’s local MP was Harriet Harman who fought many an election on the ‘NHS is great’ ticket. Whilst my friend lived in Peckham she was sacked from her job at the Royal Television Society because she knew what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles and wanted to make a documentary about it- the destruction of my friend’s career was, I understand, something to do with Sir Paul Fox, one of Thatcher’s favourite media executives – and then my friend’s husband was driven out of his job at the BBC for the same reason.

Happy days Harriet! Young Labour Party activists’ careers ruined because their friend was targeted by those who were supplying Thatcher’s mate Sir Peter Morrison with boys.

Terence Kealey is an advocate of the privatisation of HE.

 

The School of Medicine at the University of Buckingham offers postgraduate programmes for qualified doctors and since 2015 has offered an undergraduate medical qualification at a cost of £35,000 per year. The University of Buckingham Medical School works in partnership with Milton Keynes NHS Trust and Milton Keynes University Hospital.

The Dean of the School of Medicine is none other than Karol Sikora, who was one of those among the crooks and fraudsters who worked at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was a postgrad there in 1986/87 (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’), although Sikora subsequently fell out with them in a big way. Sikora’s main aim as a Top Doctor seems to be to become even richer than he is already.

Sikora was a Foundation Fellow of Prince Charles’s now-defunct alternative medicine lobby group, The Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Health. The University of Buckingham ran a Diploma course in ‘integrated medicine’ that was later withdrawn under pressure from David Colquhoun, a campaigner against pseudoscience.

Sikora is Chair of the Faculty of Integrated Medicine, which is unaffiliated to any university but includes Rosy Daniel and Mark Atkinson, who co-ordinated the ‘integrated medicine’ course at the University of Buckingham. Rosy Daniel has been criticised by David Colquhoun for breaches of the Cancer Act 1939 regarding claims that she made for Carctol, a herbal dietary supplement which is ineffective in treating cancer.

 

Since the demise of the Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Heath, Prince Charles has been involved with the College of Medicine, a lobbying group for alternative medicine, which many suspect is just The Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Health with a new name on the door. Professor Andrew Miles is on the ‘scientific council’ of the College of Medicine.

Professor Andrew Miles is Senior Vice-President and Secretary General of the European Society for Person Centred Healthcare. He was formerly Professor of Clinical Epidemiology and Social Medicine as well as Deputy Vice-Chancellor of the University of Buckingham. He has previously held Chairs at Guy’s, King’s College London and St. Thomas’ Hospitals’ Medical School London and at St. Bartholomew’s and The Royal London Hospitals´ School of Medicine, London.

Andrew Miles trained in the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends at the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff.

Karol Sikora is also a ‘professional member’ of the College of Medicine.

 

The University of Buckingham also awards undergraduate and Masters degrees to students who have studied at the Sarajevo School of Science and Technology, a private university in Sarajevo.

The University of Buckingham validates courses in medicine at Medipathways College, a private college based in London which operates dentistry and medicine courses. In late 2014 Medipathways was found by the Higher Education Quality Assurance Agency ‘to be at serious risks of failure’. 

The University of Buckingham Press publishes in the areas of law, education and business. In 2006 the Press relaunched ‘The Denning Law Journal’. Presumably the Lord Denning who achieved notoriety for stating ‘Be ye ever so high the Law is above you’. But he must have made an exception in the case of the Birmingham Six when he declared that if their appeal was to succeed it would be an admission of corruption so serious and widespread which was such ‘an appalling vista’ that it was better that they should remain in prison even if they had been fitted up. Lord Denning subsequently stated that if they’d been hung it would have been easier all round because there wouldn’t be all this fuss.

And if the paedophiles’ friends had succeeded in killing me in one of their arson attempts on my house in the early 1990s, no-one would have to put up with this blog exposing the Top Doctors and their associates.

Good to know that the University of Buckingham named their Law Journal after the finest legal brain that the British judiciary has ever produced.

The University of Buckingham Press publishes other journals, including ‘The Journal of Gambling Business and Economics’. It has a co-publishing arrangement with Policy Exchange. The backgrounds of the questionable people involved with Policy Exchange were detailed in my post ‘Disgusting of Tunbridge Wells And A Few Equally Disgusting Others’.

 

Alumni of the University of Buckingham include Brandon Lewis, Tory MP for Great Yarmouth and currently Chairman of the Conservative Party; Mark Lancaster, Tory MP for Milton Keynes North; Graham Roos, appointed in 2011 as the University’s first Creative Artist in Residence – who earlier in his career worked with Pete Doherty, which might be something that the University of Buckingham does not want remembered – and James Henderson, the former CEO of Bell Pottinger.

 

John W. Paulley, the man who’s letter to ‘The Times’ set the University of Buckingham ball rolling, was a Top Doctor in Ipswich. He was the son of another Top Doctor who was also called John Paulley. John W. Paulley was educated at Epsom College and the Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Following pre-reg and casualty posts, Paulley joined the RAF in 1940. He returned to the Middlesex Hospital after WWII.

Gwynne the lobotomist trained at the Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain’s widow Jocelyn worked at the Middlesex – Chamberlain concealed a paedophile ring whilst he worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Jocelyn must have known that. The Middlesex has an influential alumni network.

The Royal College of Physicians website ‘Lives of The Fellows’ section explains that ‘frustrated by the inhibitions of an academic unit, [Paulley] was appointed consultant physician to the Ipswich Hospital in the hope, more than amply fulfilled, that he could better practice high quality medicine in the environment of a district general hospital. His medical unit rapidly gained a national reputation’.

The reality is that Paulley was involved in some highly unethical experiments on patients accompanied by a degree of law-breaking and was not supervised or held to account. This blog’s correspondent Richard Card has left many comments about Paulley’s activities at Ipswich – Richard was one of Paulley’s patients as a child.

The Royal College tells us that Paulley’s ‘studies in ulcerative colitis, first published in 1950, led to a special interest in inflammatory bowel disease and thereafter into psychosomatic relationships in the pathology of disease. These ideas were not confined to inflammatory bowel disease but expanded to include observations of potential contributory psychological factors in asthma, multiple sclerosis and rheumatoid arthritis. These promoted considerable resistance amongst numbers of more traditional physicians but at least in part are now widely accepted’.

The notion held by some Top Docs that many conditions were ‘psychosomatic’ caused serious problems on the occasions when those Top Docs failed to identify that a condition had an organic basis. Psychological factors play a major role in how people live with their conditions, but much harm was done when Top Doctors stubbornly clung to the belief that seriously ill people were suffering from ‘stress’ or ‘psychosomatic disorders’ – many people with gastrointestinal conditions, ulcers, ME/CFS and numerous other conditions failed to receive the appropriate care and treatment because of a touching belief that it was ‘all in their mind’ and some of those people died.

 

Paulley’s interest in psychosomatic conditions culminated in an ‘outstanding textbook’ – according to the Royal College of Physicians – written with a fellow general physician, H.E. Pelser, ‘Psychological Managements for Psychosomatic Disorders’, Berlin/New York, Springer-Verlag, c.1989. We are told by the Royal College that ‘those of us who worked with him as he explored patients’ attitudes and feelings, very often on his knees at their bedside (as a tall man it was the only way to get down to their level), could not fail to see the potential relationship between mind and body’.

One wonders what the patients thought was going on.

Paulley was of course ‘an excellent and devoted teacher and a great inspiration to those working with him, all of whom were encouraged to think ‘outside the box’. He developed postgraduate teaching in the hospital and was the first clinical tutor. He ran a weekly journal club requiring team members to present original papers, excluding those in ‘The Lancet’ or ‘BMJ’ (all were expected to have read these) or controlled clinical trials (because these rarely contained anything of new scientific interest!). He was one of the first consultants to develop a multidisciplinary team approach, including his own physiotherapist, dietician and dedicated nursing team’.

We can interpret this as ‘Paulley was a cult figure who adhered to bizarre notions, rejected science which attempted to be rigorous and led a little gaggle of staff who did exactly as he ordered, no matter how whackey or dangerous’.

Sounds a bit like Dafydd.

Paulley ‘regarded himself as always ‘on call’ for his inpatients, except during his yearly annual holidays. He immediately forged close working relationships with local practitioners, initially inviting them to join ward rounds, promoting seminars and then the establishment of the first vocational training scheme based on a district general hospital, which not only espoused all the principles of holistic care which he himself practised but also provided a curriculum based on weekly group tutorials, using what would now be called a problem-based self learning approach’.

It’s Dafydd again – ‘always on call’ can be a basis for complete domination of a patient and concealing of one’s abusive activities rather than dedication. If someone is always on call, that patient will be refused a service by other Top Docs no matter how desperate they are to escape.

 

Documents in my possession describe how Dafydd was fuming at senior staff in the NHS in north Wales because patients were ringing him up and taking the piss out of him. Dafydd was attending meetings and sending memos around stressing how he had to be available ’24 hours a day’ for ‘certain patients’ and that was why he couldn’t even install an answerphone to deal with the ‘nuisance calls’. This was a man who hardly ever turned up to his NHS clinics and who left sectioned patients to rot for many months in the North Wales Hospital without even visiting them. Who did the idiots running the NHS in north Wales think that Dafydd was receiving calls from at 3 am, calls that could not even be dealt with for a couple of hours by the answerphone? Not that Dafydd always knew who he was speaking to either. I’ll remind you Dafydd – ‘Is that Anna??? Is that Meri??? Hilary!!!!’ It wasn’t any of them you daft old bugger, although I’d love to know who they were….

Then there was the fictional Dr Angus McGregor who had been to medical school with Dafydd in Liverpool whom Dafydd remembered well from their student days, which was incredible because the whole scenario was conjured up by a Hergest patient whom Dafydd had unlawfully imprisoned some years previously. Dafydd was a bit suspicious at first, but once Dr McGregor had told Dafydd that he’d heard that Dafydd was Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist and he was proud to have known him, all Dafydd’s defences were dropped.

There was a suggestion that a GP called Dr Finlay should give Dafydd a ring, but I don’t think even Dafydd would have fallen for that.

How the North Wales Hospital and Ysbyty Gwynedd claimed to ‘not know’ where Dafydd was when he hadn’t turned up to an NHS clinic or when a patient wanted to discuss a complaint I don’t know, because we all knew at which private clinic he was. It was either Bryn Heed (next to Safeways in Bangor), the Grosvenor Nuffield in Chester, the North Wales Medical Centre at Llandudno or even the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds (one of Jimmy Savile’s haunts), or on occasions a venue in Europe.

 

The Dafydd of Ipswich held an Honorary Fellowship from the University of Buckingham and was Vice-Chairman of their Planning Committee. The University of Buckingham also gave Paulley a DSc. There seems to have been rather a lot of this sort of thing happening at Buckingham – the founders of the University and their relatives were given the most senior academic positions and had honours bestowed upon them (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’).

Now where else have I witnessed such practices?

Paulley’s wife Deidre was also a Top Doctor and ‘developed counselling skills to help those with psychological disturbances’. In other words those who had been abused – probably sexually – by someone who’s offending was being concealed. The phrase ‘developed counselling skills’ suggests that Deirdre made them up as she went along rather than adhering to any known programme/school of thought etc. John W. Paulley supported Deirdre’s development of the very successful Stockwell Centre (for counselling) in Colchester, which was founded in 1976.

Deirdre helped those with psychological disturbances in Ipswich. So Deirde will have known who those involved in the paedophile gang in Suffolk were and what the role of Lord Henniker was (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Peter Righton, the social work academic who was also a paedophile and a founder member of PIE, for a time lived in a cottage on Lord Henniker’s estate. Children in the care of Hackney and Islington Councils were taken to Suffolk on trips – including to Henniker’s estate – and holidays and some complained of being abused there.

 

I have not been able to find out very much at all about John Allen before he arrived in north Wales in 1968 and set up the Bryn Alyn Community, but I have been told that he came from Suffolk. Near Ipswich. I would like to know whether Allen set up shop in north Wales because he knew that there were two very helpful psychiatrists working in the North Wales Hospital who would do anything in return for money and privileges, or whether those two psychiatrists joined in the bonanza once John Allen’s business got off the ground.

John Allen’s arrival in north Wales was followed by the arrival of a whole flurry of people who had found themselves in possession of enough money to buy an isolated old building and convert it into a ‘children’s home’. Kids were abused in all of these homes, in pretty much the same way by the same people. There was a lot of traffic in terms of staff moving between the homes.

The ‘Save The Children’ website has some very interesting snippets about the history of children’s homes in north Wales. Many of those homes which later became notorious for being the sites of serious abuse in the 1970s and 80s had been established in the late 19th or early 20th century. There seems to have been an awful lot of children’s homes in north Wales and a cluster around Wrexham. I’m not sure why – north Wales was not a heavily populated region but it was poor and some industries such as quarrying resulted in the deaths of considerable numbers of men at a young age as a result of industrial accidents. Some cohorts of the quarrymen had a very short lifespan anyway, I think for the lowest ranking group of workers it was about 37 yrs of age. So there might have been a lot of orphans about, or just people who were too poor to look after their children. Or there might be some other explanation…

 

The Paulleys had four children – Sarah, Robert, Amanda and Julian. Julian was a chip off the old nepotistic block, he trousered a law degree from the University of Buckingham. Julian Paulley worked as a solicitor in London, specialising in employment/financial/tax/business/intellectual property/wills and probate law. He died in 2013.

The Royal College tells us that John W. Paulley ‘was one of the great general physicians of his generation. A big and somewhat superficially daunting man, he could be somewhat didactic and a powerful defender of his own views, but he listened to others. He was entirely honest, kind and in many ways a gentle man.’

He was a total git but he was hiding his true nature…

 

My correspondent Richard Card has also mentioned that Suffolk was the base of Leonard Cheshire and Sue Ryder. In the 1960s Leonard Cheshire Homes residents became the subject of group psychiatric research for three years. The research was commissioned by the Dept of Health and was conducted by the Tavistock Institute. The details of this research are not available, under the Attorney General’s custodianship rules.

The Tavistock Institute has concealed criminality and abuse for years.

 

John W. Paulley contributed to a 1965 volume, ‘Psychosomatic Disorders in Adolescents and Young Adults’, which covered the Proceedings of a Conference Held by the Society for Psychosomatic Research at the Royal College of Physicians, London, November 1960′.

The conference considered ‘psychosomatic disorders occurring between the ages of 15-25 years and discusses the mental transformation from childhood to adult maturity. This book is organized into eight sessions encompassing 26 chapters. The first two sessions review the concepts of mental health and the psychosexual development in adolescence. The next sessions look into the issues of teenage pregnancy, menstrual disorders, emotional sweating, male sexual disorders, epilepsy in adolescence and psychosomatic aspects of acne vulgaris. These topics are followed by discussions on stress-related disorders, including tuberculosis and acute appendicitis. The remaining sessions describe certain aspects of mental transformation, such as the link between family and emotional maturity and fitness for marriage’.

This was the sort of thing that Dafydd and co were ‘trained’ in. It is well worth paying a bit of attention to this volume and some of those who contributed.

John Paulley Chaired the session ‘Concepts of Mental Health; The Adolescent in industry; The Adolescent in the University’.

Dr Kenneth Soddy Chaired the session ‘The Psycho-sexual Development in Adolescence’.

Kenneth Soddy worked as a psychiatrist in London and was at one point the head of the Psychology Department at UCH. So Soddy was overseeing the activities of Marjorie Wallace and the Count et al at UCH (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).Soddy also spent some time working in Devon in the mid-60s. At one point he lived with his family in the grounds of Hellingly Hospital in East Sussex. Kenneth Soddy died in 1986.

Soddy came from a family of Top Doctors, a number of whom emigrated to the US, Australia and South Africa.

Aleck Bourne Chaired the intriguing sounding session on ‘Pregnancy in Adolescents; Menstrual Disorders; Observations on Emotional Sweating During the Menstrual Cycle; Sexual Disorders in Males.

I’m disappointed that Dafydd and co never diagnosed ’emotional sweating during the menstrual cycle’ in me, I obviously missed out there.

Aleck Bourne was a well-known gynaecologist who became famous as a result of his trial in 1938 for performing an illegal abortion on a 14 year old rape victim. Bourne later became a pro-life activist.

Bourne was educated at Rydal School in Colwyn Bay and at Downing College, Cambridge. He undertook his clinical training at St Mary’s Hospital. and served with the British Army in Egypt and France, 1914-1917.

A keen yachtsman, Bourne was a member of several yacht clubs during the 1930s and in 1933 won the Royal Corinthian’s Yacht Club’s cup for the best cruiser of the year.

In 1938, Bourne was arrested after performing an ‘operation without fee’ at St Mary’s Hospital to terminate the pregnancy at six weeks of a 14 year old girl who had been sexually assaulted by five off-duty British soldiers in the Royal Horse Guards. She had asked for a termination at St Thomas’s Hospital but was sent away on the grounds that she ‘might be carrying a future PM’, a fairly standard line used when Top Docs do not want to perform a termination. No-one ever says to such patients ‘you might be carrying the next Hitler/Harold Shipman/Dafydd’. Rosemary’s Baby!

Bourne stood trial at the Central Criminal Court in July 1938, but was acquitted on charges of procuring abortion. His actions were later defended by ‘The Lancet’ as ‘an example of disinterested conduct in consonance with the highest traditions of the profession’.

Bourne’s defence had been based upon the Infant Life (Preservation) Act 1992, under which the only recognised justification for the termination of a pregnancy was if the life of the woman was in danger. Bourne’s defence was that the inevitable subsequent emotional and psychological trauma that the girl would experience would be a risk to her life.

If a Top Doctor today gave this reason for performing a termination on a 14 year old victim of multiple sexual assault, no-one would question it. In 1938 attitudes were very different. Yet there are a number of questions that arise from Bourne’s case.

Abortion was effectively illegal in 1938, although any woman with a bit of spare money would be able to find a Top Doctor to perform one if she knew who to ask. Women with no money risked their lives or did not have abortions. History tells us that Tommy’s turned the girl away. Yet historical accounts from people who worked at that institution confirm that abortions were performed by Top Doctors there and frequently. Perhaps the Top Doctors at Tommy’s always demanded payment and the girl didn’t have the money?

We are told that Bourne terminated the pregnancy at six weeks. In 1938, there were none of the sort of pregnancy tests which are available at present which can detect a positive test within days of a missed period. In 1938 women waited…and waited…and waited…Sometimes for weeks before anyone took their concerns about a pregnancy seriously. Particularly in a girl as young as 14. Even a Top Doctor, in 1938, would have great difficulty in firmly diagnosing a pregnancy of six weeks. That’s pretty embryonic and Bourne won’t have had the equipment to detect an embryo.

Sexually assaulted by five soldiers? It sounds horrific, what with soldiers being a bit rough, not like Top Doctors who’s only goal in life is to relieve suffering.

If Aleck Bourne had been reported for performing an abortion on someone in 1938 he would be in a great deal of trouble. There was a criminal investigation into his actions which ended up at the Old Bailey. A story involving five soldiers and an embryo was the only thing that was going to keep Bourne out of prison.

I can find no references to any attempts to find the five soldiers and prosecute them, although details about them were given.

During the 1960s, Bourne became a founding member of the Society for the Protection of Unborn Children, which was organised in opposition to the Abortion Act 1967. In his memoirs Bourne wrote:

Those who plead for an extensive relaxation of the law [against abortion] have no idea of the very many cases where a woman who, during the first three months, makes a most impassioned appeal for her pregnancy to be ‘finished,’ later, when the baby is born, is thankful indeed that it was not killed while still an embryo. During my long years in practice I have had many a letter of the deepest gratitude for refusing to accede to an early appeal.

This does sometimes happen and there are Top Doctors who have genuine conscientious objections to abortion. However there is a great deal of hypocrisy in some circles regarding abortion. I know of Top Docs and Angels who have taken a hard anti-abortion line in public but who positively demanded that people in their own families have an abortion because the pregnancy was inconvenient to them.

My post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’ describes how in north Wales local Top Doctors organised themselves to ensure that NHS abortions were virtually unobtainable until the late 1980s. The Top Docs who took such a high moral tone with disadvantaged local women requesting abortions cheerily sent their more affluent patients in the direction of private abortion clinics in Chester. There was complete collusion with a situation in which disadvantaged women – including the girls who were victims of the paedophile gang – could not obtain abortions, yet the families and friends of the Top Docs and Angels themselves had access to abortion on demand. It wouldn’t surprise me if there had been a financial arrangement with the private clinics in Chester, they were making a bomb out of the committed anti-abortionists of north Wales.

There is no explanation of Bourne’s drastic change of heart anywhere. I suspect that like so many Top Doctors – particularly of Bourne’s generation – he did what he felt like. Including performing an abortion – which might have been for money, we only had Bourne’s word that it was ‘without fee’. Whatever Top Doctors have been caught doing, they always claim to have been doing it on compassionate grounds, even Harold Shipman used that rationale.

Bourne continued serving as consulting gynaecologist to St Mary’s Hospital and to the Samaritan Hospital for Women as well as consulting obstetric surgeon to Queen Charlotte’s Hospital before his eventual retirement and death in December 1974, aged 88.

Geoffrey Chamberlain worked as a consultant obstetrician and gynaecologist at Queen Charlotte’s Hospital whilst Aleck Bourne worked there. Chamberlain spent years concealing the organised abuse of children and towards the end of his career at St George’s Hospital Medical School he was caught in a scandal involving the biggest research fraud that had ever been exposed (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’)

Geoffrey Chamberlain was in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve, 1955-74, ending his career with them as a surgeon commander. So he’ll have been plugged into the Gwynne the lobotomist/Sir Alec Bingley network.

 

Another contributor to the volume of conference proceedings was Dr Emanuel Miller. Miller Chaired the session ‘The Family and Emotional Maturity; Fitness for Marriage’.

Emanuel Miller was a ‘Regent’s Park psychiatrist’, a military psychiatrist and one of the founders of child psychiatry who worked at Harley House.

Dr Emanuel Miller was father of an even more famous Top Doc – self-styled polymath Sir Jonathan Miller.

Jonathan Wolfe Miller is a theatre and opera director, actor, author, television presenter, humourist and Top Doctor. He specialised in neurology in the late 1950s and came to prominence in the early 1960s with his role in Beyond the Fringe. Miller began directing operas in the 1970s and has since become one of the world’s leading opera directors with several classic productions to his credit. He has written/presented more than a dozen BBC documentaries.

Miller grew up in St John’s Wood, in a well-connected Jewish family. He was educated at Taunton School and St Paul’s School, London. While at St Paul’s School, Miller became close friends with future Top Doctor Oliver Sacks and Oliver’s best friend Eric Korn – friendships which remained crucial throughout the rest of their lives.

Oliver Sacks is a neurologist who, like Jonathan Miller, found fame as a polymath. Sacks passed through the Middlesex Hospital – he was from a family of Top Doctors, some of who were also associated with the Middlesex – before leaving the UK and building his career in the US. Sacks’s writings caught the media’s and public’s imagination, probably because he gave his books titles like ‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat’. In the final years of his life Sacks revealed that he was gay.

Eric Korn was yet another polymath, but unlike his mates Miller and Sacks, Korn wasn’t a Top Doctor. Korn was a marine zoologist and taught the subject at Southampton, Toronto and Liverpool.

Another place that was well-known for marine zoology was UCNW.

Eric Korn wrote for ‘The Guardian’ and was also a regular on Radio 4’s ‘Round Britain Quiz’.

Miller, Sacks and Korn attracted the observation from fawning people that they ‘are quite the cleverest man that I have ever met’. One therefore wonders how Miller and Korn missed Jimmy Savile whilst they were hanging out at the BBC.

 

Miller studied at St John’s College, Cambridge where he was a member of the Cambridge Apostles. He did his clinical training at UCH. Whilst a student, Miller was in the Cambridge Footlights. Miller performed on a number of radio and TV shows whilst a student. He qualified as a Top Doctor in 1959 and then worked as a house officer for two years, including at the Central Middlesex Hospital for gastroenterologist Sir Francis Avery Jones.

Francis Avery Jones was a Welsh Top Doctor – he was born in Carmarthenshire – who was educated at the Sir John Leman High School in Suffolk. He undertook his medical training at Bart’s Hospital Medical School – which is where Lady Juliet Bingley had worked as an almoner (social worker) and where her father had been a surgeon. Avery Jones was born in 1910, so he will have been of the vintage to have known both Lady Juliet and her father. Professor Linford Rees who concealed the criminality of Dafydd et al in north Wales for many years worked at Bart’s (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Avery Jones worked at the Central Middlesex until 1974. He was also consultant to St Mark’s Hospital, 1948-78 – Lady Juliet also worked at St Mark’s – and to the Royal Navy, 1950-78.

Avery Jones Chaired the King Edward VII Hospital Fund Development and Emergency Bed Service Committee,and the DHSS’s Advisory Committee on Medical Records.

Lord Simon Glenarthur was Chairman of the King Edward VII Hospital – Glenarthur was a Director of the MDU. Simon Glenarthur was also a Health Minister under Secretary of State Ken Clarke and was substantially responsible for the ‘tainted blood’ scandal, in which thousands of NHS patients contracted Hepatitis and HIV after being given infected blood products. Glenarthur was hanging around in the DoH whilst Jimmy Savile was appointed to the management team of Broadmoor.

 

Avery Jones will have known that his colleagues were libelling patients as well as forging medical records, so presumably it was dear old Avery who ensured that the decision as to whether to give patients access to their own records had to be made by the Top Doctors ‘with the best interests of the patient’ in mind. Which enabled Dafydd and the paedophiles to simply repeat for nearly 20 years that it was not in my best interests to have access to my records. Because if I did I would have found out that they had detailed their own criminality as well as their plans to frame me and have me imprisoned or banged up in a secure hospital.

My post ‘Gwlad Y Menig Gwynion’ described how a copy of a 1988 application of mine for a research job in gastroenterology turned up in my medical records. The application was not for a job in Wales, so I wonder how the paedophiles’ friends got their paws on it.

Francis Avery Jones died in Chichester in 1998. Chichester is 28 miles away from Brighton, the scene of the firebomb attack in 1992 which killed five witnesses to the criminality of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. John Allen owned brothels in Brighton to which the kids in care from north Wales were trafficked.

Avery Jones was a mentor to the best – his Indie obituary was written by none other than Sir Richard Doll, who had worked for him.

The Central Middlesex Hospital borders Brent – the location of a paedophile ring as well as of neglect and abuse in the mental health and children’s services (see post ‘Mary Turner – An Appreciation’).

 

Jonathan Miller helped to write and produce ‘Beyond the Fringe’, which premiered at the Edinburgh Festival in Aug 1960. This launched, in addition to his own, the careers of Alan Bennett, Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. Miller quit the show in 1962, and took over as Editor and presenter of the BBC’s arts programme  ‘Monitor’ in 1965. The ‘Monitor’ appointment arose because Miller had approached Huw Wheldon about taking up a place on the BBC’s director training course.

Huw Wheldon was a big name at the BBC for years. He came from north Wales, went to Friar’s School in Bangor along with a number of the paedophiles’ friends and remained a good friend to the paedophiles’ friends throughout his life – he was a Governor of the LSE and UCNW (Bangor University) when UCNW was run entirely by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The Creme de la Creme’).

Miller directed stage-plays during 1960s and produced and directed for TV. In 1968 Miller produced a TV adaptation of M.R. James’s 1904 ghost story ‘Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You My Lad’. Which sounds dreadful if one imagines one of Dafydd’s mates saying it.

By 1970, Miller had mounted a National Theatre Company production of ‘The Merchant of Venice’, starring dear, dear, Larry Olivier.

Miller held a Research Fellowship in the history of medicine at UCL, 1970-73. UCL was host to a number of paedophiles’ friends, among them Marjorie Wallace and the Count (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

In 1974, Miller started directing and producing operas for Kent Opera and Glyndebourne and for the English National Opera. Society psychopath Dr Cathy Wilson of St George’s Medical School who worked for Geoffrey Chamberlain whilst he concealed a paedophile ring used to frequent those locations, as well as all the major theatres in London.

For a time, Miller was a Vice-President of the Campaign for Homosexual Equality. It was alleged that some branches of CHE were fronts for paedophilia, including the Chester branch. 

Miller became Chair of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe Board of Directors.

For details of how Michael Grade offered Samuel Brittan – brother of Home Secretary Leon Brittan, who was at the time busy concealing the organised abuse of children and mental health patients – his ticket to the Edinburgh Fringe in a shameless bit of toadying after the box office at the Fringe had refused to pull strings to secure Brittan a ticket after the Fringe had sold out, see post ‘A Secret And Forbidding Place To Work?’

 

In 1984, Miller studied neurosurgery with Dr. Sandra Witelson at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario, before becoming a neuropsychology Research Fellow at the University of Sussex the following year. The Sussex University that is located at Brighton.

Miller wrote and presented the television series ‘Madness’, a five-part series which ran on PBS in 1991. It featured a brief history of madness and interviews with psychiatric researchers, clinical psychiatrists, and patients in therapy sessions. I’ve never seen it and I don’t think that I want to, although I would no doubt learn something from the selection of people whose work and ideas Miller chose to foreground. In 1991, I and three other witnesses to the criminal activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles were hounded out of our jobs and there were two attempts to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) (see post ‘The Sordid Role of Sir Robert Francis QC’). St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital concealed and colluded the criminality in north Wales in the early months of 1991 (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

 

Miller married Helen Rachel Collet, another Top Doctor, in 1956. They have two sons and a daughter. Miller lives in Camden. His eldest son, Tom, is a photographer, his second child, William, works in the TV business and his youngest child, Kate, also works in TV.

One of my friends worked with William Miller at the BBC in the late 1980s and observed that William ‘was really fucked-up and obsessed with his father’. That was my friend who found himself forced out of the BBC after it became known that his wife knew what had happened to me in north Wales and wanted to make a documentary about it.

So I was interested when in 2012, the ‘Mail Online’ published a rather unflattering profile of Jonathan Miller, characterising him as an indulged grandiose twat. It made much of Jonathan’s hissy fit after receiving a knighthood only for his services to the arts and not for services to medicine. Well Jonathan, as your contribution to medicine seems to have been to assist in the concealing of the serious criminality on the part of Dafydd and other Top Docs, no doubt you’ll be given a peerage soon.

The ‘Mail Online’ article claimed that Miller felt ‘uncherished’ by his mother while, according to Miller’s late sister Sarah (who also worked in TV), their father – the founder of child psychiatry who Chaired conference sessions on young people’s emotional maturity and fitness for marriage – would slam doors saying that ‘nobody cared’ and that Miller senior ‘always had to be the centre of attention or there was trouble’.

Jonathan’s son William has spoken of how his own education was sacrificed on the altar of his parents’ socialist ideology. Although the Millers could easily have afforded private education for their children, all three were sent to London comprehensives.

William described it as ‘the most cavalier of social experiments’. His days at Pimlico Comprehensive were ruled by a sense of ‘tyranny and terror’. Classrooms were a ‘warzone’. At 16, William begged to be sent to Bedales, but ‘the damage had already been done’. The three children left school without an academic qualification between them. One wonders how they landed the sort of plum jobs that normally require degrees from the more prestigious universities…

 

Jonathan’s network at Cambridge included David Frost and the Footlights crowd, many of whom later became part of the Hampstead liberal elite. One of them was Graham Chapman who found fame with Monty Python, who used to seek out teenaged boys for sex and who adopted a 13 year old runaway from Liverpool. People who knew Chapman maintained that his relationship with this teenager – John Tomiczec – was not really fatherly. Chapman was a regular visitor to Snowdonia and John accompanied him. Chapman was questioned by the police concerning his relationship with John, but Chapman reminded the plod that he was a Top Doctor so he didn’t need to explain himself to anyone. Chapman trained at Bart’s. See post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’ for further info on Chapman and John Tomiczec.

John died young – not long after Chapman – in 1992. Same year as those five witnesses to the abuse of kids in care were killed by the firebomb in Brighton.

Graham Chapman was friendly with both Neil Innes and Viv Stanshall, who were members of the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band. Neil Innes gave a performance at Theatre Gwynedd in Bangor in 1984 and my friend went to see it. He and some other students went out to a pub in Bangor with Innes afterwards, although – unlike after George Melly visited Theatre Gwynedd – I was not told that Innes offered a 16 year old boy money to have sex with him.

Viv Stanshall was the man responsible for writing and narrating Sir Henry At Rawlinson End, a well-known masterpiece. Although he was very funny, Viv Stanshall had quite a troubled life and was diagnosed as having manic depression – he was hospitalised at least once. Viv Stanshall was found dead in his bed in March 1995, after a freak accident caused a fire. One account that I read maintained that Viv inadvertently set fire to his bedding whilst he was smoking a fag in bed, but other accounts attributed the fire to other causes. There were no witnesses. Viv was found dead as the demands for a public inquiry into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales became deafening, not long before William Hague ordered Nicola Davies QC to conduct a review of the police paperwork relating to child abuse in the region.

There is a vintage clip of the Bonzos featuring Graham Chapman, Neil Innes and Viv and they are introduced as being ‘from Mitcham’. Mitcham is part of the area of south London which was the location of the south London paedophile ring which was facilitated by Wandsworth Social Services and in the 1980s St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital. Dafydd and Lucille had a direct link to the people who concealed the gang. One member of the gang was Oliver Broooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, a colleague of Geoffrey Chamberlain’s (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

Viv Stanshall was a friend of Radio 1 DJ John Peel – Peel recorded one of the tributes to Viv after he died.

 

 

 

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog will have noticed my observations regarding how the Cool Cymru explosion based upon some high profile Welsh rock bands coincided perfectly with the growing publicity regarding the possibility that a paedophile ring involving VIPs had operated and indeed continued to do so in north Wales. The phenomenon that was Cool Cymru snowballed throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry and reached fever pitch in 1999, at the time of the establishment of the National Assembly for Wales. Welsh rock bands such as Catatonia, the Manic Street Preachers, the Super Furry Animals and Stereophonics became world famous and every self-respecting Welsh politician ensured that they were photographed attending a concert featuring one of these bands.

The 28 May 1999 saw the official opening of the National Assembly. HM Queen Lilibet and Prince Charles turned up, although Blair didn’t, he claimed to be too busy with PMQs at Westminster. Lilibet re-signed a copy of the Government of Wales Act, the measure which set up the Assembly, which was handed to her by Attorney General, paedophiles’ friend John Morris (see post ‘The Waterhouse Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’). Afterwards Lilibet and the assembled guests were  entertained with a song in Welsh from Charlotte Church, then aged 13, who was accompanied by one of four harpists. One of those harpists was Elinor Bennett, wife of Plaid Cymru leader Dafydd Wigley. Dafydd Wigley had no idea what a paedophile was, although Gwynedd County Council, whose offices were just around the corner from his office, were employing loads of them (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Blair did make it over to Cardiff Bay later on in the day, to attend the ‘Voices of a Nation’ concert with Lilibet. The Manic Street Preachers very wisely boycotted the event, although Shakin’ Stevens – who’s manager was a mate of Rhodri Morgan’s (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) – and the best PR gurus that the north Wales NHS has ever had, Mike Peters and his band The Alarm, played. Max Boyce also joined in the singing.

Max Boyce achieved fame in the 1970s as a boisterous comedian/singer whose stage act involved a giant leek and much discussion about drinking great quantities with The Lads and Rugby, as well as anecdotes about him and his mates hitting Soho on trips to Twickers. So imagine my surprise when about four years ago I was told by One Who Knew that Max Boyce was gay. When I told Brown this and told him who had given me the info, Brown asked me if this person had found out about Max’s orientation by ‘peddling his arse’. The answer was of course yes.

Presumably a case of ‘Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You My Lad’.

Sir Anthony Hopkins, who starred as the murdering psychiatrist in ‘The Silence Of The Lambs’, sent a message to the ‘Voices Of The Nation’ concert, as did the Welsh rock band Stereophonics. The message from Stereophonics was of course sent some years before band member Stuart Cable died by choking on his own vomit after a binge-drinking session.

 

Cool Cymru was part of a wider phenomenon, Cool Britannia, in which even higher profile rock stars from England were invited to knees-ups at Number 10 with Tony and Cherie. Blair shamelessly milked the publicity as much as possible and in 1999 even appointed Spice Girl Geri Halliwell as a Goodwill Ambassador for the UN Population Fund.

Scream if you want to go faster Blair!

Geri was no socialist – her idol was Margaret Thatcher, whom Geri claimed was the ‘original Spice Girl’ and embodied ‘female empowerment’. Which has been used to excuse a great many idiocies in recent years, including Geri appearing everywhere wearing her Union Jack dress which was carefully tailored to display her undies. Which defeats the point of a dress really. Geri the empowered woman later revealed that this role model for wimmin had experienced years of anorexia and serious depression. I am sympathetic to anyone with such problems but I really do wish that they’d stop telling the rest of us that they’re our role models. Geri’s mate Posh Spice and her husband David Beckham were even bigger and better role models than Geri and I would imagine judging from the appearance of Posh had even bigger and better eating disorders. I was always interested in the packaging of Posh as Posh – Very, Very Rich Spice would have been a more appropriate name.

Things went a bit pear shaped for Blair when one of those whose company he had cultivated – Noel or Liam Gallagher, I’ve forgotten which one – gave a media interview in which he explained that they were ‘lads’ and had therefore pursued the harmless pastimes that all grown men who describe themselves as lads do, such as breaking into other people’s cars and ripping out the stereos.

Cool Britannia was a wider phenomenon than just music and embraced a number of artists and other cultural figures, who, despite their claims of being not in the least bit establishment, seemed to subscribe to a solidly neoliberal ideology and were plainly in pursuit of as much dosh as possible. By 2011 Tracey Emin – Mad Tracey From Margate – was swearing her allegiance to the Tory Party and had dined with Cameron. As Tracey’s career had been given a substantial boost by Charles Saatchi when he purchased her ‘Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963-1995’ tent, that was probably unsurprising.

When Emin et al were gaining so much publicity and making so much money from their sharks in tanks, unmade beds etc, I knew an artist in north Wales from a previous generation who had long since been a victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles. He used to get very angry about Emin et al and repeatedly told me that success in the art world was predicated entirely upon ‘cocaine and champagne’ and assured me that there was a healthy trade in ‘boys’ for people like David Hockney. At first I wondered if he was just reflecting popular beliefs about the rich n famous, but on occasions he gave me names and details which suggested that he had considerable knowledge about certain people, including Hockney and Francis Bacon.

The staff of the Hergest Unit dismissed this man as a total lunatic. If they’re reading this blog they might have wished that they had listened to his ramblings a little more closely now – because I did and I found out some very interesting things…

How are you all getting on up there in the Hergest?? You all know who I’m talking about and you’ve got no idea what he told me about during all those years have you…

This man maintained that Tracey et al really were the King’s New Clothes and that their success was based upon matters other than their ‘art.’ He maintained that, for example, he could fix a dog turd to a long piece of wire and design a mechanism by which the turd revolved around a lit light bulb, call it ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ and that if he allowed certain influential people to have sex with him, he would achieve success. I and a friend were really taken by the idea of ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ and tried to encourage him to actually build that installation, but sadly he didn’t. The only part of his plan which I don’t think would have worked was the bit where he would offer his body to benefactors – he had forgotten that he was no longer a teenager but was nearly 50.

This man did of course know all the local artists in north Wales of his generation, including those who became famous such as Peter Prendergast and Ed Povey. They all knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles and furthermore they knew what Dafydd and the paedophiles had done to this man…Then there was Paul Webster, the total bastard who taught art at Coleg Menai about whom the students made constant complaints but there was never any action…

I also discovered from the inspiration behind Turd Eclipsing The Sun that Everybody Hated Kyffin. That’s the Kyffin Williams who taught Michael Mansfield art when Mansfield was young. Kyffin was the most famous artist to come out of north Wales. What was the secret of his success? Simple – Kyffin was born into a wealthy family and was rich enough to establish his own gallery…

 

The joys of Cool Britannia were not lost upon the wider circle of the paedophiles’ victims. I remember many conversations taking place in the Hergest Unit whilst the events described in my posts ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and The Banality Of Evil’ took place, regarding the merits or otherwise of Oasis, Pulp and Blur. The Hergest patients did not of course benefit from A Very Big House In The Country, but the paedophiles’ friends who were imprisoning them, neglecting them so severely that they were left destitute and driving them to suicide, frequently did have Very Big Houses In The Country. Property prices were very low in north Wales at that time because of the wrecked local economy, so a paedophiles’ friend on anything above £40k – or indeed a married couple of paedophiles’ friends both working as Angels or social workers – could live a good life. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones had three houses (at least) and he was not alone in that respect.

 

What I noticed during Cool Cymru was the elevation to international superstar status of people who I remembered when they were teenagers playing in local bands in Gwynedd. In the 1980s Gwynedd did have a thriving music scene but musicians from north Wales were cold-shouldered by the wider rock world. When I was an undergrad a group called Fay Ray were locally very popular and everyone became excited when one of those involved with managing or promoting The Police signed Fay Ray up. People imagined that Fay Ray were now going to hit the big time, but they didn’t. The man who was the leading light in the band continued managing Cob Records in Bangor and I think that he later went to work in Bangor University. No-one became superstars although Fay Ray were very, very good. Everyone ‘knew’ that rock bands from north Wales could be brilliant but they would not be given the big breaks because they were, well, a bit too Welsh. Fay Ray were an English language band as well, the Welsh language rockers were utterly marginalised.

So imagine my surprise ten years later when local musicians from north west Wales – and one of them from Llanllechid, the village in which I lived – became hugely famous as the deaths of vulnerable people soared in that very village and the surrounding area.

The highest profile of those musicians from north Wales was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees. Ioan was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang carried on business within the Council’s children’s homes unhindered and the Arfon Community Mental Health Team threatened patients, lied about them in court and generally made their lives as unpleasant as possible. Most members of the Arfon CMHT were social workers employed By Gwynedd County Council. Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes was Ioan’s Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer who was involved in the perjury and forged documentation in the serial attempts to have me imprisoned, was Gwynedd County Council’s lawyer under Ioan Bowen Rees.

My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ details the other gangsters and crooks who were employed by Ioan and also describes how Ioan’s neighbours in Llanllechid actually lived – the service users and people on limited incomes who lived in the old quarrymen’s cottages whilst Ioan et famille lived in their Very Big House In The Country down a private lane, surrounded by beech trees lest they clapped eyes on the people who were virtually destitute as a result of Ioan’s mismanagement. Or indeed lest those being screwed over clapped eyes on the style in which Ioan lived. If people had grasped the wider picture, Ioan’s house would probably have been one house that wasn’t a holiday cottage owned by English people to have gone up in flames.

It was accepted that Ioan Bowen Rees and his ilk formed an elite in Gwynedd – they and their friends and relatives landed the plum jobs and everybody else was frozen out. The common perception was that this was a result of anti-English feeling – it wasn’t, it was corruption. It was sometimes dressed up as Welsh language rights and patriotism but I knew Welsh people who’s lives had been ruined by that lot. Furthermore, none of the thugs employed in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team spoke Welsh or were even learning it, although Gwynedd Social Services had a policy which stated that all such staff had to be Welsh speaking. Welsh people who knew about that policy constantly wondered what was going on with the Arfon Team – the whole lot of them could have been dismissed on language grounds, yet alone on the grounds of serious criminal activity. I don’t think that Keith Fearns even knew how to say bore da or diolch.

So how did the offspring of the paedophiles’ friends who ruled Gwynedd but were not recognised outside of Wales achieve fame and fortune – the offspring who provided such a positive image of Wales and Welsh youth just as former kids in care in north Wales told the Waterhouse Inquiry how they had been beaten, starved, forced to labour for local businesses free of charge, buggered, gang raped, trafficked across the UK and even to Europe for sex work and had been arrested themselves when they had asked the police for help?

A clue was provided in an interview with Rhys Mwyn in the ‘Daily Post’ in 2016. Rhys Mwyn is a former Welsh punk musician who was a member of the band Yr Anhrefn from Bangor which was formed in 1982. Rhys moved into production/management and journalism and has talked a great deal about how difficult it was for people in the Welsh rock scene to get a break. Rhys remembered that Sain ‘wouldn’t budge’ and that Radio Cymru ignored them.

Sain is the Welsh language label that was established by Welsh folk singer and language campaigner Dafydd Iwan. Sain dominated everything musical in north west Wales for years and anyone who wanted to be anyone grovelled to Dafydd Iwan to get a contract with Sain.

Dafydd Iwan is the former leader of Gwynedd County Council and penned a tribute to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. A real tribute, not a piss-take. I have tried in vain to access a copy, but it seems to be unavailable, although it can still be seen among the various lists of Dafydd Iwan’s outputs.

 

So who gave the Welsh language rockers a break? It was none other than that well-known connoisseur of school girls in uniform, John Peel. Peel seems to have been very, very supportive of Gruff Rhys and his friends. John Peel was of course known for supporting unknown musicians and every hopeful teenaged band sent Peel a tape, but Gruff et al were singing in a language that John Peel did not understand – furthermore Peel had been around for decades without showing a flicker of interest in the Welsh rock scene. Not even Fay Ray, who actually sung in English.

Rhys Mwyn was so pissed off with the way in which he and his peers had been elbowed out by everyone pre-Peel that he became known as an outspoken critic of the Welsh pop industry. Mwyn (born Gareth Rhys Thomas) set up his own label – Recordiau Anhrefn – in 1983. His band Yr Anhrefn were also championed by Peel and recorded three sessions for Peel’s Radio 1 show; Peel travelled to Wales to see the band perform. They were featured on ‘The Tube’ in 1987 – although they were largely ignored by the British music weeklies – and played with Joe Strummer on the Rock Against Rich UK tour in 1988.

Paula Yates was a star of ‘The Tube’, the Paula who when she was a teenager was a groupie, who developed drug problems and who’s partner Michael Hutchence was found dead whilst she was in the middle of a major spat with her ex Bob Geldof. Paula died of an overdose herself after some very expensive Top Docs at The Priory found that they just weren’t getting anywhere with her. She was probably suffering from emotional sweating. Paula’s daughter Peaches died of an overdose a few years later.

Paula came from north west Wales, the very same village where the best friend that Dafydd and the paedophiles ever had, Lord Wyn Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’), lived.

 

Original Yr Anhrefn members Hefin Huws and Dewi Gwyn left the band in the late 1980s and were replaced by Dylan Hughes (formerly of Y Cyrff) and Sion Jones, formerly of Maffia Mr Huws. Maffia Mr Huws were a popular Bethesda band when I lived near Bethesda in the late 1980s/90s. Maffia Mr Huws currently appear on Sain’s website, so they seem to be with Sain now, despite having been previously frozen out, if that is what did happen. The Sain site mentions the involvement of brothers Gwyn and Sion Jones with Maffia Mr Huws and states that Gwyn now runs Stiwdio Bos with his partner, the harpist Sian James.

Yr Anhrefn made their first English language recording in 1994, on a single with Liverpudlian actress Margi Clarke.

In 1995 Yr Anhrefn worked with producer Ronnie Stone who aided them in creating a collection of re-mixed Welsh folk music featuring Elinor Bennett and Sian James, as well as a number of world musicians.

Elinor Bennett is the harpist wife of Dafydd Wigley, who was the MP for Caernarfon and knew about the criminality of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophile gang (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Elinor Bennett records with Sain.

Sian James is a Welsh traditional folk singer and harpist who has recorded for Sain and BBC Records as well as for her own label, Bos. Siân is from Powys and read music at UCNW (Bangor University). She is well known as an actress on Welsh language TV. Sian is one year older than me, so will have been a student at Bangor at approximately the same time as I was. So not only will Sian have known that Professor William Mathias of the School of Music was alleged to have been sexually exploiting the female students, but Sian will have noticed the activities of the paedophiles’ friends who ran UCNW at that time (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Being a Welsh speaker from Wales, Sian will have known even more about it all than I did.

So by 1995 some of those closely associated with Sian had dropped their hostility to Rhys and his peers.

By 1995 the voices demanding a public inquiry into the abuse of children in care in north Wales could not be silenced. In May 1995 the Welsh Office – who had concealed the abuse for years – asked Nicola Davies QC to review the police documentation regarding the matter. Nicola found that all documentation since 1989 was missing. In Dec 1995 Nicola concluded that a public inquiry was not in the public interest. Nicola became Dame Nicola and ended up as the Presiding Judge of the Wales Circuit (see post ‘This Is What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’).

 

Rhys Mwyn and his brother Sion Sebon formed a new band, Mangre, in 2000, the year of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Mwyn went on to manage Catatonia and more recently Jeb Loy Nichols, an American-born singer who is now based in Wales – this prompted a resurrection of Recordiau Anhrefn.

 

Catatonia was the biggest band of the Cool Cymru scene. Cerys Matthews of Catatonia was the daughter of a Top Doctor who worked in Cardiff and then relocated to west Wales. George Thomas’s molesting of underaged boys was common knowledge among Top Doctors in Cardiff (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Before he was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Ioan Bowen Rees was County Secretary of Dyfed County Council in west Wales – his rock star son Gruff was born in Haverfordwest in 1970, whilst Ioan worked for Dyfed County Council. A paedophile gang operated in Dyfed and in wider west Wales for years.

June and Jennifer Gibbons grew up in Haverfordwest but did not become rock stars. Instead they were banged up in Broadmoor in the early 1980s when they were still teenagers for no good reason, after they had passed through Dyfed’s special education and child psychology services – but they did insist on telling everyone that they were prostitutes (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

Cerys Matthews began a career as a psychiatric nurse but discontinued it for reasons which she has never made public. She gave up psych nursing before she was famous and took up busking instead.

 

Gruff’s mate the Super Furry Animals drummer Dafydd Ieuan was also in Yr Anhrefn for a time, playing on their 1993 Peel session – the Furries had supported Yr Anhrefn on a tour of France in 1993. The Furries themselves were formed in Cardiff in 1993. Other members of the group are Dafydd Ieuan’s brother Cian Ciaran, Huw Bunford, Guto Pryce – the actor Rhys Ifans is a former member. Rhys Ifans’s career began at the paedophiles’ friends folly Theatre Clwyd (see posts ‘Workers Play Time’).

The Furries had all previously played in various other Welsh bands. Rhys Ifans, Dafydd Ieuan and Guto Pryce had been together since the early 1990s. After Huw Bunford and Cian Ciaran joined in 1995, they signed to Ankst, a Welsh indie label.

The name of the band came from T-shirts being printed by Gruff Rhys’s sister who was making Super Furry Animals T-shirts for the fashion and music collective Acid Casuals .

After gigging in London in late 1995, the Furries were noticed by Creation Records boss Alan McGee at the Camden Monarch club, who signed them to his label. Creation had recently found massive commercial success with Oasis. The Furries have said that having watched their gig, McGee asked them if they could sing in English rather than Welsh in future shows. There are claims that McGee thought that they were speaking Welsh when they were speaking English ‘because their accents were so strong’.

If this story is true, it suggests that Alan McGee was very unfamiliar with north Wales – those young men were perfectly understandable by English speakers, they were not elderly hill farmers who were very uncomfortable speaking in English. Gruff Rhys had been to Manchester Metropolitan University, he obviously managed to make himself understood there.

Alan McGee is a businessman and music industry executive who grew up in Glasgow. He has been a record label owner, musician, manager and was a music blogger for ‘The Guardian’, 2006-10. Since Sept 2011 McGee has blogged for the Huffington Post UK. He is best known for co-founding and running Creation Records, 1983-99 and the Poptones label from 1999-07. By 1992 Creation was heavily in debt and McGee sold half the company to Sony Music. Just when it looked as though Creation would have to go into receivership, Oasis began selling enormous quantities of albums which saved the day.

McGee’s position was noted by the Labour Party, who considered him a figurehead of youth culture and courted his influence to spearhead a media campaign prior to the 1997 General Election. McGee was largely responsible for changing Gov’t legislation in relation to musicians being able to go on the New Deal which gave musicians three years to develop and be funded by the Gov’t instead of having to take other jobs to survive. In 1998, ‘Omnibus’ made a documentary about McGee and Creation for BBC One.

Blair changed legislation as a result of pressure/lobbying from Alan McGee. So why was it so essential to keep Mr McGee on side then Blair?

McGee was awarded the ‘NME’ ‘Godlike Genius’ award in Feb 1996 and Creation Records was awarded “independent label of the year” every year between 1995 and 1998 by ‘Music Week’. McGee returned to making music in 1997, collaborating with Ed Ball under the name The Chemical Pilot, releasing the album ‘Journey to the Centre of the Mind’ in 1998.

While Oasis went on to sell nearly 54 million records by 2008, Creation continued issuing albums by other artists, none of which came near the success of Oasis. Rumours began to circulate of McGee’s dissatisfaction with the direction in which Creation had gone. In late 1999 it was announced that Creation Records would close. The final album released by the label was Primal Scream’s 2000 release which went gold in the UK. The final single was the third released from that album.

McGee closed Creation Records for good, selling the rest of the shares to Sony in 2000 for an overall price that was staggered through the 1990s of around $30,000,000 (USD). Following Creation’s closure, McGee became a property developer, buying houses, flats, a farm in Wales and an office block in Primrose Hill.

The dissolution of Creation Records led to McGee forming  Poptones in 2000. McGee also ran the international club night, Death Disco. McGee occasionally DJ’s around the globe under the moniker of ‘Death Disco’. Death Disco had branches in Glasgow, London, New York City, Budapest and Los Angeles. McGee had no further involvement with Death Disco after 2009.

In May 2007, McGee told the Indie that he was winding down Poptones for financial reasons.

On 12 September 2008, McGee retired from band music management and record company involvement.

In 2007, McGee was made a Companion of the Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts (LIPA), in recognition of the work that he has carried out with students. LIPA was founded by Sir Paul McCartney and Mark Featherstone-Witty. The ‘project champion’ was Richard Branson. Featherstone-Witty describes Sir George Martin as the ‘Godfather’ of LIPA – Martin introduced Branson to Featherstone-Witty. Sir George Martin was the man known as the ‘Fifth Beatle’, an English record producer, arranger, composer, conductor, audio engineer, and musician. His career spanned more than six decades of work in music, film, television and live performance. Martin held a number of senior executive roles at media companies and contributed to a wide range of charitable causes, including The Prince’s Trust and work with the Caribbean island of Montserrat.

In recognition of his services to the music industry and popular culture, George Martin was given a knighthood in 1996 – the year in which the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced. Just as Gruff Rhys began to record English language songs and headed for the stars…

HM the Queen Lilibet opened LIPA in June 1996.

 

In Nov 2008, Alan McGee was appointed visiting fellow on the popular music degree course at the University of Gloucestershire.

Blair might have pursued Alan McGee, but McGee bit the hand that fed him before long. In Jan 2000 he likened the Labour party to Big Brother in Orwell’s ‘1984’ and accused Blair of being a control freak. McGee had previously been one of Labour’s biggest financial donors, having donated £100,000 to the party.

One of McGee’s last acts as Creation Records boss was to use £20,000 of Creation’s money to fund Malcolm McLaren’s campaign to run for Mayor of London. McLaren immediately stood down when Ken Livingstone finally decided to stand for Mayor.

In late 2009, McGee withdrew his support for the Labour Party. He wrote an article for ‘The Sun’ in Oct 2009 in which he praised Tory leader David Cameron, saying that ‘at least David Cameron looks like a leader’.

‘I’ll tell you what gets me going and pumps me up – it’s people doing the right thing’. Like concealing a paedophile gang which murdered witnesses perhaps Cameron?

In the 2010 General Election, McGee stated that he had voted for Liberal Democrat Roger Williams. Roger Williams was MP for Brecon and Radnorshire, 2001-15. So I presume that Alan McGee lives in the Brecon area.

You’ve guessed it – there was a paedophile gang in the Brecon area with links to Dafydd et al in north Wales. George Melly had a house near Brecon. The George Melly who appeared at Theatre Gwynedd and whilst he was in Bangor offered to pay a 16 year old boy – whom I knew when he was older – for sex.

I wrote to Roger Williams before he stood down as an MP. I wrote to Roger Williams in 2013 after I was assaulted and injured by a complete stranger who tried to throw me into the path of a moving car. It happened in broad daylight and there were loads of witnesses. The police in Aberystwyth weren’t able to investigate or interview the witnesses because after I went to the police station in Aberystwyth to report the attack, they called for medical help because of my injuries and I was sectioned by two Top Docs and a social worker. I was taken to Wrexham Maelor Hospital where it was later explained to me that I had been unlawfully detained because none of the paperwork had been signed by the Top Doctors, so I was free to go.

I discovered that the woman who attacked me was the daughter of a barrister who had previous for unprovoked violent assaults on people but that her dad got her out of trouble every time.

Full details of the events can be read in my post ‘Five Find A Mystery (Partially) Illuminated’.

Roger Williams never replied to my letter.

McGee announced in May 2014 that he had restarted Creation Management.

So how did so many sheep shaggers come to the attention of and indeed end up being embraced by an industry that had been so hostile to them for so many years previously and who obviously had no understanding of their roots because that industry asked them to sing in English – which defeated the point of what those bands were all about? The Furries received some criticism in the Welsh media for singing in English, criticism which the band felt ‘completely pissed’ about. The band have claimed that the decision to sing in English was taken in order to broaden their fan base.

 

In Feb 1996, the Furries debut on Creation, ‘Hometown Unicorn’, became NME’s Single of the Week, chosen by guest reviewers Pulp. It was the first Furries single to chart in the UK Top 50. The follow-up, a re-recording of ‘God! Show Me Magic’, charted at No. 33 upon release in April 1996 and also became NME single of the week. In May 1996, their debut album ‘Fuzzy Logic’ was released, to wide critical acclaim – this was the first time that Gruff had recorded in English. However sales were slow, but it garnered a little more interest when the next single ‘Something 4 the Weekend’ was given considerable radio airplay and charted at No. 18 in July 1996.

By Feb 1996 people were loudly demanding an public inquiry into events in the children’s homes of north Wales. Nicola Davies QC had stated in Dec 1995 that such an inquiry would not be in the public interest and outrage followed. In the summer of 1996 Secretary of State for Wales William Hague announced that there would be a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in the care of Gwynedd and Clwyd County Councils since 1974.

The final single from the album, was called ‘If You Don’t Want Me To Destroy You’, a strangely poignant title in view of what was happening to people like me at that time. The Furries themselves consider one of their best songs to be ‘The Man Don’t Give A Fuck’ which came out in Dec 1996. Which was just about when the Waterhouse Inquiry opened.

‘The Man Don’t Give A Fuck’ did much to establish Super Furry Animals as cult heroes, as the song contained the word ‘fuck’ over 50 times and therefore received practically no airplay. It hit No. 22 in the charts and became Super Furry Animals standard closing number when they played live.

Not giving a fuck was a running theme with the paedophiles’ friends. Had Gruff sung a song called ‘My Dad And His Mates Are Running A Paedophile Gang’ no doubt Gruff would have been even more famous more quickly. He needn’t have worried about the dangers of arrest – Jimmy Savile asked four year old girls if they would be his girlfriends and boasted of making a deal with the local police in which it was agreed that if he returned a teenaged runaway to them, he would spend the night with her first and no-one published a word about his numerous sex crimes until after he was dead.

In the late 1980s/early 1990s there was a young man who was mates with another man in the village in which Gruff grew up whose father knew Jimmy Savile. The father concerned was a clergyman who I think lived over near Llandudno but had been involved with Stoke Mandeville Hospital. His son spent a lot of time in the Bethesda area and frequented festivals and music gigs whilst consuming a lot of drugs and alcohol. The son reassured me that Jimmy Savile was a ‘twat’ and that his dad and everyone at Stoke Mandeville hated him.

The music festivals and gigs in north Wales in the 1990s were popular and frequented by a variety of people across the social spectrum. Two people who particularly enjoyed these events together – and who went to the bigger ones such as Glastonbury – were Jeff Crowther and Gareth Phillips. Jeff was a psychiatric nurse manager at the Hergest Unit and then worked for the drug team on Anglesey and Gareth was a senior nurse in the Hergest Unit. I have mentioned previously that Jeff and Gareth didn’t mistreat patients themselves, but they knew exactly what some of their colleagues were doing – and I bet that they knew who Gruff Rhys’s father was as well.

In early 1997, Super Furry Animals embarked on the NME Brats Tour and completed work on a follow-up to ‘Fuzzy Logic’. Two singles preceded the new album, one being ‘The International Language of Screaming’.

Gruff’s dad’s neighbours couldn’t have been screaming much louder but The Man Didn’t Give A Fuck.

The new releases featured cover art from Pete Fowler, who went on to design the sleeves of all the Furries releases up until 2007.

The album ‘Radiator’ hit the shelves in August 1997. Creation did not serve the album particularly well by releasing it just four days after the long-awaited new effort from Oasis, ‘Be Here Now’.

There’s a message for you Gruff – no matter how many kids were trafficked to celebs by Dafydd and Lucille, you and your friends will always be sheep shaggers in the eyes of those twats…

Two further singles, ‘Play It Cool’ (released Sept 1997) and ‘Demons’ (Nov 1997) both hit No. 27 in the charts, suggesting that Super Furry Animals had hit a commercial ceiling. However, somehow they had established themselves as favourites in the music press, a cut above the majority of their Britpop peers…

 

During 1997 the Waterhouse Inquiry heard evidence in public from former residents of children’s homes in north Wales. Accounts of the most serious abuse were given and some people collapsed whilst giving evidence.

 

The running theme re the Furries and sales seems to have been that outside their home territory of north Wales, the Furries didn’t always do that well. Sales were slow and sometimes not very good, but nonetheless they continued to be massively promoted by the music press/industry. Who had to ask them to sing their songs in a different language because they couldn’t understand what they were saying – even when they were speaking English.

In early 1998 Super Furry Animals recorded the ‘Ice Hockey Hair’ EP at Welsh producer and musician Gorwel Owen’s house and released it in May. The title track, ‘Smokin’ became their most successful single up to this point, hitting No. 12 in the charts and leading to a memorable appearance on ‘Top of the Pops’.

Now then, now then, guys and gals, we don’t usually let sheep shaggers from Bethesda into this business, but I’ve fixed it for them – as well as for those psychos from Broadmoor. They might know that I’m a twat up in Llanllechid but no-one’s going to publish a word.

By the beginning of 1998 no-one was in any doubt that what happened to kids in children’s homes in Gwynedd and Clwyd for years was dreadful and that senior managers in the Councils had known what was going on and had either colluded with, or ignored, it.

In Jan 1999, ‘NME’ readers named the Furries ‘best new band’, although it was now three years since they had released their debut album. In May 1999, the single ‘Northern Lites’ – recorded at the Real World Studios – was released and made No. 11 in the charts. Real World Studios was founded by Peter Gabriel and is located near Bath.

 

In May 1999 the National Assembly for Wales was established, packed to the rafters with new AMs who were paedophiles’ friends, served by a civil service composed substantially of former Welsh Office staff who had spent decades concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the gang…

 

After playing several of the summer festivals, the Furries released ‘Fire In My Heart’ and embarked on a US and UK tour. They finished their UK tour at the Cardiff International Arena in Cardiff, where they showcased the first ever concert in surround sound and broadcast it on the world wide web.

As Sir Ronald Waterhouse was writing his Report, the UK was swept away by so many talented young people from Wales.

A phenomenon had been created, as well as a whole new image for Wales and Welsh youth. Had Gruff Rhys and his mates not received such frantic promotion from the music industry, Wales and its youth would have been perceived rather differently as a result of the horrors that had emanated from the witness evidence supplied at the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation – and Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Lady Patricia Scotland were paid a great deal of money to call the witnesses liars.

Bring out that harp and give us a tune Mrs Wigley – Lady Wigley now – we’re in need of some good PR.

Cool Cymru did wonders for young people in north Wales who had endured years of sneering and marginalisation from the English media and I – and scores of other people whose lives had been destroyed by Gruff Rhys’s dad and his mates – purchased the albums of those musicians as well. None of us realised at the time who their parents and parents’ friends were. They were simply known as musicians from north Wales who had managed to storm the ramparts of a bastion of Anglo-Americanism, which always goes down well in north Wales. Of course it was not Gruff Rhys who had presided over the biggest child sex abuse scandal that the UK had ever experienced – it was his dad and many of those who had assisted the careers of Gruff and his friends. I find it staggering that this never even got a mention in the media, particularly as the phenomenon that was Gruff Rhys and his mates was taking place at the very time as all those deaths of former kids in care and psych patients in north Wales.

Gruff Rhys’s dad Ioan Bowen Rees died in May 1999. We didn’t hear much about that either. Not that I’d have had time to attend the funeral, I was recovering from years of effort at keeping myself out of prison and high security hospitals as the crazed allegations and the perjury from the mates of Gryff Rhys’s dad had reigned down upon me. There was a lull about the time that Ioan Bowen Rees died, before the paedophiles’ friends returned with a vengeance in 2002 and tried to have me imprisoned once more…

 

In Jan 2000 – one month before the publication of the Waterhouse Report – the Furries released  ‘Do or Die’ and made No. 20. It was last single that the Furries released on Creation Records, as Alan McGee set off to pursue other interests, but then as far as the paedophiles’ friends would have been concerned, he’d served his purpose.

Ioan’s son was a star!

We are told that it ‘had always been the Furries plan’ to release their next album on their own label, Placid Casual. It would be ‘a deliberate sidestep from their recent work’ – an album of Welsh language songs entitled ‘Mwng’. Ah, so they could sing in Welsh again now….

A limited edition 7 inch record, ‘Ysbeidiau Heulog’ – pronounce that correctly then NME –  preceded ‘Mwng’ in May 2000. It was backed with ‘Charge’, recorded as a Peel Session for the BBC. The title will have just tripped off Peel’s tongue… The album, released the same month, sold remarkably well for a non-English LP – it made No. 11 in the charts – and was commended in Parliament for its efforts in keeping the Welsh language alive. Not that anyone had ever noticed Parliament taking a blind bit of notice of the Welsh language’s destiny before. We know what the PM at that time – Blair – thought of the Welsh. They were ‘the fucking Welsh’, as that video clip of Blair losing his temper whilst watching TV demonstrated.

The year of the Waterhouse Report also saw the Furries contribute two tracks for the Liverpool Sound Collage project, which was nominated for a Grammy. They undertook this remixing of unreleased Beatles recordings at the invitation of Paul McCartney, whom they had met at the NME Awards, where they had won Best Live Act.

At about this time, being Welsh was so desirable that people who were not in the least bit Welsh were trying to join the London Welsh Society. One such person was David Frost. David Frost was filmed joking with the Weathergirl – I think that she was about 45 yrs old at the time – Sian Lloyd about the efforts that he had made to get into the London Welsh. I always associate David Frost with ‘Through The Keyhole’ and being the butt of the jokes of the many people whom he was once mates with in ‘Footlights’, but of course David Frost took a substantial interest in the wrongdoing of those in high places.

David Frost died in Aug 2013, after Operation Pallial had begun to reinvestigate the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and as the nation geared up for a review of the Waterhouse Inquiry in the wake of allegations that it had been a huge cover-up. Frost was on a cruise liner and unusually he was travelling alone, not with his wife. He had a heart attack not long after the ship had left port but whilst it was slightly too far away for help from land to be easily available. No Top Doctor in the world could save Frost…

In 2015 Frost’s son Miles was found dead after going out jogging. He had died at only 31 yrs of the same condition as his father, which had been ticking away inside him undiagnosed…

 

With the demise of Creation, the Furries needed to find a new label for their next album. Sony held a substantial stake in Creation and offered a deal to the Furries, who signed with Sony’s subsidiary, Epic. The band pushed for a deal which allowed them to take a new album elsewhere if the label wasn’t interested in releasing it – thereby allowing them to find a home for any esoteric project which they might want to undertake in the future. Epic were remarkably accommodating, not something which the ruthless greedy recording industry is known for.

The greater resources afforded to the Furries by Epic were apparent in their first album for the label, ‘Rings Around the World’, released in July 2001. One of the tracks from the album, ‘Receptacle For the Respectable’ featured Paul McCartney. Another track  was ‘No Sympathy’.

‘Rings Around the World’ was the world’s first simultaneous release of an audio and DVD album. It was nominated for the Mercury Music Prize in 2001. The ceremony took place on the day after the terror attacks on the World Trade Centre and the Pentagon – the Furries performed the album track ‘It’s Not The End Of The World’. Well, The Man Don’t Give A Fuck does he. ‘It’s Not The End Of The World’ was released as a single in Jan 2002 (chart No. 30), following ‘(Drawing) Rings Around the World’ (chart No. 28). Neither had that much impact but still received some airplay, notably on BBC Radio 2. Which is the station for the middle-aged, who can remember the days before Gary Glitter and others had been convicted of child sexual abuse and when it was believed that teenaged girls on ‘Top of the Pops’ actually enjoyed the Twat from Stoke Mandeville sporting a T Shirt with the slogan ‘If I Said You Had A Beautiful Body Would You Hold It Against Me?’ and asking them to follow the instructions on his shirt. The days when the same girls were ignored if they made allegations of sexual assault against the aforementioned Twat.

Now then, now then, now then, we mustn’t give up on these young gentlemen just because no-one is buying their music…

Lucky Gruff – son of one of those whom constituted, as a victim of the paedophiles’ friends said to me the other day, ‘a corrupt self-serving elite’ who ran Gwynedd as ‘their fiefdom’ – began preparing for stardom many years before it happened. In 1985 Gruff played drums for the north Wales band Machlud, appearing at the Pesda Roc festival in Bethesda and then found fame in Wales as the front man of Ffa Coffi Pawb (translated this name means ‘Everyone’s Coffee Beans’), which if said quickly in Welsh with a Bethesda accent, can sound like ‘fuck off everyone’.

On signing to Ankstmusik, Ffa Coffi Pawb became one of the leading bands on the Welsh music scene.

Ffa Coffi Pawb disbanded in 1993 and Gruff and drummer Dafydd Ieuan from Anglesey – who had played for Catatonia (1993-96), Yr Anhrefn and other Welsh language bands – formed the basis of Super Furry Animals and the legend began…

Gruff’s adventures continued after the allegations that Waterhouse had been one massive cover-up died down. In Jan 2005, Gruff released his first solo album, ‘Yr Atal Genhedlaeth’, on the Placid Casual label. A tour of Wales and several festival appearances followed. After Super Furry Animals signed to Rough Trade, the new label agreed to take on Gruff’s solo work as well and in 8 January 2007 they released ‘Candylion’.  A third solo album by Rhys, ‘Hotel Shampoo’ was released in Feb 2011. In March 2011, it was announced that Rhys would be playing at Glastonbury 2011.

In 2006 Gruff formed ieie Productions with his partner Catryn Ramasut in to produce film and television projects. Catryn had previously worked for BBC Radio 1, Marmalade Magazine and M and C Saatchi, better known to people of my vintage as the dreadful Saatchi and Saatchi.

You’re in good company Maurice and Charles – the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales!

In 2010, Dylan Goch’s film ‘Separado!’ premiered, a documentary about Gruff Rhys’s trip to Patagonia in search of his forebears who had emigrated in the 19th century. In 2014, Dylan and Gruff co-directed a film about the Welsh explorer John Evans, ‘American Interior’. ‘American Interior’ was a combined project of an album, a film, a book and an app for mobile devices.

In Dec 2015-Jan 2016, Rhys fronted a co-production with National Theatre Wales, ‘The Insatiable, Inflatable Candylion’. The music and lyrics were by Gruff Rhys and the play’s text by Tim Price. The musicians appearing with Rhys were Lisa Jen Brown (who also sang on the original album), Sweet Baboo, Emma Daman Thomas and Kilph Scurlock. The show also included actors Remy Beasley, Matthew Bulgo, Dyfan Dwyfor, Natasha Lewis and Dyfrig Morris.

Lisa Jen Brown is from Bethesda. I don’t know if her family are paedophiles’ friends, but her biography ticks all the right boxes for One Who Is Talented from Gwynedd. She landed a part in the S4C drama ‘Rownd a Rownd’ at 14 years old, because it ‘was just fortunate enough that my drama school, Ysgol Glanaethwy, was right on the doorstep of where they happened to be filming. So when the show’s producers came knocking, my mum, who runs a stage company called Theatr Bara Caws in Caernarfon, told me to go for it’.

I think that mum holds the key here – kids in care didn’t just happen to get enrolled at Ysgol Glanaethwy, on the doorstep of someone who was conveniently filming an S4C drama and in need of the talents of a 14 year old girl who’s mum was part of the cylch.

Lisa had bigger ambitions though – ‘I did keep trying to audition for various London acting schools, but every year I’d get offered another series worth of work on the show’. So she didn’t get any offers from London then and had to carry on slumming it on the ‘Rownd a Rownd’ set in Menai Bridge.

Lisa found a way of getting a nice place in London however: ‘One of my best friends went on to buy a place in Camden and practically demanded I move in with her’. Life’s a bitch though, as Lisa explains: ‘I found trying to make it as an actress up there really hard and would constantly be running back to Wales to do bits and bobs in the theatre or on telly, like voicing kids’ cartoons on S4C’ sighs Lisa. ‘It just seemed to me that the casting directors in London can’t take anyone seriously unless they’ve got a long list of English-speaking credits on their CV. They tend not to take you seriously if your resume is full up with Welsh parts, no matter how good, because they aren’t aware of the high calibre of talent that we have down here.’

Yes the place is brimming over with the indulged children of the local elite with a massive sense of entitlement. Although Lisa’s working life sounds a bit like that of the Viz magazine’s character Luvvie Darling, who spends most of his time ‘resting’ in between doing 20 second voice overs for kiddies TV or adverts, Lisa really scraped the barrel: ‘The absolute lowest point, though, came when I went up for an Immac commercial and all they wanted to do was look at all the actresses’ legs’.

Lisa Jen – Immac is flogged to women on the basis that they will be left with a pair of smooth, shiny, hairless legs, of course they will have been assessing you on your legs, that is the USP for Immac, you don’t need a PhD in theoretical physics to do the Immac commercials.

Jen did however find a fulfilling job eventually: ‘I did enjoy working in Agent Provocateur in Soho because I got to dress up every day in high heels and stockings to sell expensive knickers and bras to the punters’ she says.

Dafydd and Lucille will be proud of her.

During her six years in London, Lisa met her husband Martin Hoyland, the guitarist from 1990s alt-rockers ‘Pusherman’. They have now returned to Gwynedd and live in Lisa’s grandmother’s old cottage at Gerlan, near Bethesda.

Lisa has in the past provided backing vocal sessions for Cerys Matthews.

 

Dyfan Dwyfor is a Welsh actor from Cricieth who now lives in London. He attended Ysgl Eifionydd, Porthmadog and Coleg Meirion Dwyfor before going on to Ysgol Glanaethwy. He graduated from the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama in 2007. Dyfan’s career began when he bagged a part in ‘Rownd a Rownd’ on S4C…

 

On 17 Dec 2011, Gruff Rhys joined the Manic Street Preachers on stage during the ‘A Night of National Treasures’ live event at the O2 Arena in London.

The Manic Street Preachers were also part of the Cool Cymru phenomenon, but although they have performed and played on occasions with Gruff and co, the Manic Street Preachers are from south Wales – Blackwood – and don’t seem to be intimately networked with quite so many paedophiles’ friends as Gruff and his friends from north Wales. Furthermore Richey Edwards, the Manic Street Preacher who disappeared in Feb 1995 and has not been seen since, suffered from many of the very same problems as did those who were left to kill themselves by the Social Services Dept which Gruff’s dad ran.

On 21 April 2016, Gruff Rhys released a new song entitled ‘I Love EU’, a song praising the EU ahead of the June 2016 EU referendum.

 

In July 2015, Gruff received an Honorary Fellowship from Bangor University. Gruff’s cousin, DJ and music promoter Huw Stephens, was also honoured – their mutual grandfather was President of the Students Union at what was then UCNW. Gruff Rhys is also the cousin of musician MC Mabon (Gruff Meredith).

I cannot find any references to the name of the grandfather who was SU President at UCNW, but it will have been Ioan Bowen Rees’s father, who taught at Dolgellau Grammar School. Bronwen Astor, the wife of Bill Astor when the Profumo Affair exploded, went to school in Dolgellau (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor).

Ioan’s grandfather had been a missionary in Ndebeland -now Zimbabwe – where he was placed under the protection of King Lobengula during the 1890s Bantu uprisings.

Ioan Bowen Rees was born in 1929. So his father would probably have been leading the Students Union at UCNW in the early-mid 1920s or thereabouts.

The President of UCNW, 1900-27, was Lord Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, 4th Baron Kenyon, a member of the Conservative Govt’s of Lord Salisbury and Arthur Balfour, then of Lloyd George’s Coalition Gov’t. He was ADC to King George V in 1912.

Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – who was known by the social services to be sexually exploiting boys in care in north Wales and after being caught in the act made a complaint of theft against the boy involved who was then sent to a detention centre – was the grandson of the 4th Baron Kenyon. Thomas, who never faced any action regarding his activities with the boys in care, died of AIDS in 1993. See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ for further details of Thomas.

Lloyd’s son, Thomas’s father, the 5th Baron – also called Lloyd – was a Tory peer and President of UCNW, 1947-82. The 5th Baron was Provincial Grand Master of the North Wales Freemasons, member of the North Wales Police Authority, a leading light in the local NHS bodies and Chairman of Clwyd Area Health Authority, 1974-78, a Flintshire County Councillor, Deputy Lieutenant for Flintshire, ad infinitum. Which places Lord Kenyon at the scene of a great many crimes. A paedophiles’ friend and a paedophiles’ father.

The 5th Baron Kenyon was a Director of Lloyds Bank.

For further details about the Kenyon dynasty and the other paedophiles’ friends who governed UCNW and the University of Wales, please see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

Gruff’s grandfather will have had the dirt on naughtiness in high places reaching back as far as Lloyd George and King George V and no doubt Gruff’s dad did as well.

 

Gruff’s cousin Huw Stephens was born in Cardiff. He is the son of the author and literary journalist Meic Stephens. Huw really did make it big overnight and at a tender age. Huw joined Radio 1 in 1999 at the age of 17 as part of the station’s new regional output, where he hosted the Wales opt-out with Bethan Elfyn. Huw had previously been a DJ on Rookwood Sound Hospital Radio in Llandaff. In 2005, Huw gained a national slot when he became one of the replacements for the late John Peel and Huw has never looked back.

Hospital radio in Llandaff to Radio 1 at the age of 17? That’s pretty impressive. In 1999 as well – just before the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ah, Wales has got talent…

Huw’s dad, Meic Stephens is a Welsh literary editor, journalist, translator and poet. Meic came from Treforest, near Pontypridd. He studied at Aberystwyth and Bangor Universities and at the University of Rennes in Brittany.

From 1962-66, Stephens taught French at Ebbw Vale in Monmouthshire.

In Merthyr Tydfil, Stephens established the Triskel Press and in 1965 he began the periodical, ‘Poetry Wales’. 

Meic Stephens learnt Welsh as an adult and became a member of Cymdeithas yr Iaith Cymraeg and of Plaid. So Meic will be well connected to a great many people who were paedophiles’ friends themselves or who knew that they would be finished by association if the truth regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal ever got out.

From 1967-90, Meic Stephens was literature director of the Welsh Arts Council. Before retiring he was Professor of Welsh Writing in English at the University of Glamorgan. He was also a visiting professor in the English department of Brigham Young University, Utah, US. He has written for the ‘Western Mail’ and writes obituaries of eminent Welsh people for the Indie.

As a member of Cymdeithas, Meic will know all about Meri Huws, who was a colleague of the paedophiles of north Wales in the 1980s when she worked as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services. Meri was a leading light in Cymdeithas in her youth, but being Meri and having fallen out with everyone, she is never mentioned by the Cymdeithas veterans unless it is in a derogatory manner. They loathe her and were livid when she was appointed as Welsh Language Commissioner, alleging that it was yet another job that Meri had bagged by shagging Ministers in the Welsh Gov’t (see post ‘People With Energy’).

 

Another person who knows much of the info that I have posted up on this blog is a former UCNW student who was doing her PhD in the same Dept as me when I was an undergrad – Stel Farrar. Stel will in fact know much more than me, because she had a relationship with one of the lecturers – John Farrar – whilst she was an undergrad and later married him. John Farrar ended up as PVC for Research and was memorably described to me as ‘the second most hated man in Bangor’, after Farrar had experienced a heart attack after a screaming row with the Senior PVC, Professor Fergus Lowe, ‘the most hated man in Bangor’ (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). How the oppressed laughed as these utter bastards who had made so many lives so unbearable for so many years fought like ferrets in a sack.

After the most hated man in Bangor had nearly succeeded in killing the second most hated man in Bangor, Farrar decided that he didn’t want to be a PVC anymore and that he would retire. A polite e mail was sent around the staff explaining that there wouldn’t be a party because ‘John doesn’t want a fuss’ – which was just as well because he wasn’t going to get one – but if anyone would like to leave a donation for a gift, there was a collection being organised. E mails were sent between staff with comments such as (from a lecturer who kept sheep on his small hill farm), ‘well I’ve got a bag of shit that he’s welcome to’.

During the Fungus/Farrar Years of Oppression, Stel bagged herself a job as a Welsh teacher with Meri Huws’s dysfunctional empire, the School of Lifelong Learning. Meri was also a PVC and it was a real laugh because Farrar, Meri and Fungus all hated each other.

Meri’s departure from Bangor University was even better than Farrar’s. There was a party but the arrangements were kept secret lest the event was gatecrashed by well-wishers. I and a friend managed to find out the date of the event and we searched the corridor in Top College which housed the organs of gov’t in the hope of finding Meri pissed and screaming as was her habit after a few drinks, but we were unsuccessful. I was later told that the VC had organised an event to which a small number of trusted people were invited who could be relied upon not to take the piss. The ever polite VC then sent out a message thanking Meri for her ‘unique contribution’ to the University…

He couldn’t be any ruder because it was alleged that Meri was a former bedfellow of Rhodri Morgan who at that time was FM.

There was so much dirt accompanied by so much swearing sent around on the staff e mails about these three PVCs that people began to get worried lest the university authorities had installed a programme to detect terms of abuse relating to the PVCs in staff e mails. Until one Professor reassured everyone with the observation that if such a programme had been installed it would crash from overwork within about five minutes.

 

Stel and John Farrar have a son – Robin. He’s a leading light in Cymdeithas and regularly appears in the media in Wales demanding that Carwyn should show greater commitment to the Welsh language and more importantly should hand over a lot more dosh to Meri et al.

 

Gruff’s fellow Furries band members Dafydd Ieuan and Cian Ciaran run the Cardiff-based label and recording studio Strangetown Records. Dafydd Ieuan released ‘The Golden Mile’ in 2008, with Rhys Ifans on vocals. In 2013, Dafydd Ieuan recorded with Catatonia’s former guitarist Mark Roberts.

Dafydd Ieuan and Cian Ciaran’s dad is Top Doctor Carl Clowes! Carl is well-known in north Wales and has been the subject of a number of controversies regarding some of the good works with which he has been involved, controversies which usually seemed to centre around allegations involving the finances of the projects. Carl Clowes is a community champ, a Welsh language campaigner and an anti-nuclear campaigner.

Dr Carl Clowes is a former public health consultant for Gwynedd and is currently a Board member of Public Health Wales. Public Health Wales is a receptacle for those paedophiles’ friends who have been sacked by everyone else in north Wales but who have so much dirt on their colleagues that no-one can afford to turn them completely loose. Carl is the Board rep for the Third sector, so if anyone wonders who is responsible for ensuring that MIND and Dafydd’s charity CAIS continue to receive millions in taxpayers money, the finger points, partly at least, at Carl.

Carl graduated from Manchester Medical School in the late 1960s. He has said that he particularly loved going to ‘Top of the Pops’ in the converted chapel in Rusholme, which acted as a studio in the early days of the programme.

Now then, now then…

Carl maintains that Manchester ‘remains a city with a human touch’. It was to gay clubs in Manchester that the empowered service users detained under the Mental Health Act in Prestwood Homes were being taken to enable them to meet ‘people like them’. Clients were abused at Prestwood and it was very obviously a people trafficking organisation disguised as a chain of care homes. No-one ever managed to find out who owned the considerable business which was Prestwood, but the manager was an associate of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. See posts ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’ and ‘News Round Up And Crime Report, May 14 2017’ for details of the nightmare that was Prestwood Homes.

After graduation, Carl Clowes worked as a junior doctor in Manchester Royal Infirmary, Stepping Hill Hospital and in Llangwyfan Chest Hospital in North Wales returning to Manchester and postgraduate studies in the Christie Hospital.

Dafydd’s network reached as far as Manchester University (see posts ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ and ‘The Mentor’) as did Dr Tony Francis’s (Dr X’s) network, (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Tony Francis’s wife Sadie worked at Manchester with him – I think that Sadie trained at Manchester.

When Carl Clowes left Manchester he moved to Llanaelhaearn on the Llŷn Peninsula to work in a single-handed GP dispensing practice.

Carl has observed that ‘Whatever one’s talents or interests, medicine offers a unique opportunity for personal development’.

You can even run a pan-European paedophile ring, remain untouchable whilst victims and witnesses are found dead and still the media will spout rubbish about your talents and your compassion and explain that the havoc over which you are presiding will be resolved if only you are given more money. In the event of a police investigation, you can use your influential network to construct your children as musical prodigies.

Carl has said that working on the Llyn ‘proved to be a remarkably profitable period of my life, as I came face-to-face with a community in serious decline and facing all the consequential health problems’. As a single-handed GP working in a dispensing practice – and the only GP for miles around as well – Carl will not only have wielded considerable influence in the area, but will have been able to do whatever he wanted without scrutiny. He will have been able to attribute the ‘serious decline’ in the community and the ‘consequential health problems’ to any reason convenient for him, rather than explain that there was a sex trafficking gang operating in the region which was facilitated by a network of professional people who were also dipping their hands into the till whenever it suited them.

Carl helped set up Cymdeithas y Pentrefwyr (Villagers’ Society) in Llanaelhaearn, where the village school was facing closure as a consequence of severe population decline in the area. This led to Carl ‘Chairing Antur Aelhaearn, the first ‘community cooperative’ in the UK. The villagers became shareholders in their own development ‘trust’, so revitalising the area; inter alia, they built their own workshops, established an Eisteddfod, a community centre and playground and are currently working on a proposal to ensure Llanaelhaearn becomes a ‘green village’. In 2014, Antur celebrated its 40th anniversary. Carl maintains that the rationale was to ‘address some of the area’s need and restore confidence in the population, to great success’.’

 

Well I’m staggered to hear that Carl, because after leaving Bethesda I lived a few miles down the road from Llanaelhaearn for a few years. I loved it out there, it is a beautiful place with mountains and sea. But the local people have bugger all. They have worked very hard to keep that community pub of theirs going and I think that their community shop is still in business as well, but the only person who could ever claim that it is not a community in decline enduring serious disadvantage is a Top Doctor called Carl Clowes who does not live on the limited incomes of people in Llanaelhaearn.

There are at present plans to close yet more rural schools in Gwynedd, because the Council cannot afford to maintain them. If I had children I would want them to attend a small Welsh medium school, at least whilst they were of primary age – many of those schools are very good. But even Dafydd Iwan has now appeared in the Welsh media to support the village schools closure programme – because there is no dosh left. There is no dosh left because for decades the paedophiles’ friends have gobbled and troughed and grossly mismanaged, whilst feathering their own nests and ruthlessly excluding anyone who looked like they might have known what they were doing. They’ve had the lot, there is nothing left. And as Dafydd Iwan sung at every gig he did – ‘Yma O Hyd’ (this translates as ‘We’re Still Here’). Yes that’s the fucking trouble Dafydd, you are still there and so are all the dipsticks who brought north Wales to its knees. The councils are in crisis, there’s no dosh, there’s no services, the NHS has collapsed and no-one will work for it anyway and young people are leaving at an even greater rate than before. Because the whole bloody region is run by the paedophiles’ friends. So who are you going to blame now that crunch point has been reached Dafydd?

Never mind, Gruff and his friends are famous!

 

Another Top Doctor owned a house near Carl’s turf at Llanaelheaern – Tony Francis. He purchased a second home there during the Time Of The Great Panic, in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry.

It was all a bit weird – Tony Francis lived on Anglesey and had just acquired a rather grand place at Dwyran as his main home. The alleged purpose of the cottage at Trefor was for him to stay in whilst he was working down on the Llyn – his duties had been redefined and he was given responsibility for the patients down there. By this time Francis was at complete loggerheads with every one of his colleagues and was very obviously cracking up. He was being treated appallingly by all of them, we witnessed it – he was being blatantly insulted by the other Top Docs and Angels were telling patients that he was ‘mentally ill’. For his part, Francis made efforts to get patients on his side in his battle with his colleagues – ironically, we did support him. We could see how they were treating him and we all hated them because they had abused us for years anyway – but none of us knew what Francis was trying to do to us without our knowledge.

The reality was that the whole bloody lot of them had concealed the paedophile gang and now that Waterhouse was approaching they were turning on each other – and asking the patients whom they had mistreated to save them.

Francis only owned the cottage at Trefor for about 10 minutes. Matters went inexplicably pear shaped and he decided that he wasn’t going to be the consultant for the Llyn after all and he sold his house there.

I am trying to work out why Francis wanted domain over that region as Waterhouse approached. There was a complete can of worms in the Police Station and Magistrates Court at Pwllheli, they were bastions of the paedophiles’ friends and were used to fit people up when all other methods had failed. Francis was also involved in concealing questionable matters at the holiday camp at Pwllheli – it was for years a Butlin’s, but then it changed its name – which received many young working class people from Merseyside every summer, as staff and visitors. Francis’s relocation to the Dwyfor area will definitely have been linked to the Great Cover-Up.

If Carl the Empowerer – who knew Tony Francis – knows what the explanation is, perhaps he could enlighten me.

 

In 1988, Carl convened and subsequently Chaired Fforwm Iaith Genedlaethol (National Language Forum), which brought together 26 Welsh language organisations to campaign for a new Welsh Language Act. In 1991, also as Chair, Carl was responsible for developing the first ever comprehensive strategy for the future of the Welsh language.

The use of Welsh – even in the language stronghold of Gwynedd – has declined since 1988.

Between 1988-90, Carl ‘stepped out of the NHS’ to work with the local authority Cyngor Dwyfor and the endemically corrupt WDA to engineer a socio-economic development strategy for the Llŷn Peninsula.

I got to know some of the local young people from the area, because they were the friends of the children of the person whom I shared a house with. One local young man had serious drug problems and was also dealing to fund his own habit. The other young people were so wary of him that they asked their parents to make excuses so that they could avoid him if he called over to their houses.

There is a village called Clynnog Fawr some eight miles from Llanaelhaearn and between 2002-07, I lived nearby. I used to pop into the pub at Clynnog because the children of my friends worked in there – the pub was staffed virtually entirely by local young people who needed casual work as there was no other employment for them in the area.

The pub served the local population and was fairly quiet but did have a steady trade. Then the pub was purchased by someone who lived in Chester and he decided to go upmarket and aim for a complete different market – foodies and tourists. The man who purchased the pub paid for an advertising campaign on the local radio and much was made of the fact that the pub was under new management and now had aspirations to be a bit posh. A new manageress was installed who imposed a regime of terror and the local young people who worked there found the atmosphere so unpleasant that they began leaving as soon as they could.

When winter arrived, the pub was virtually empty. My friend explained to me that the new manageress ‘has banned all the old alkies and they’re the only customers in the winter’. I used to go in the pub with the old alkies – I’m not sure that they were actually alkies, they were a group of local elderly men who lived nearby, but they definitely weren’t foodies. Then someone else I knew who enrolled for a counselling course at Chester University discovered that one of her fellow students was the owner of the pub. He knew nothing about the socio-economic problems of the area – he didn’t know how badly the manageress was treating staff either – and didn’t realise that most of the local people didn’t have enough money to dine in style regularly, so once the tourists had gone home there would be no customers with foodie desires.

Whilst I lived near Clynnog a few other memorable things happened in Carl Clowes’s empowered community. A man who used a wheelchair and who had mental health problems was imprisoned for a murderous attack on his elderly mother, after the Top Docs at the Hergest Unit refused to admit him on the grounds that he was ‘dangerous’ and should be prosecuted. The murderous attack consisted of the man – who had a long standing depressive illness – waving a pair of garden shears at his mother and saying that he wished that he could kill both of them. He then dropped the shears, started crying and his mum rang the doctor. It was the biggest mistake she made. After her middle-aged depressed son was imprisoned, the prison admitted that it did not have the facilities for a man with such severe physical disabilities and also stated that he should be in a mental health unit anyway, such were his problems.

Then another even sadder event happened. One of the young men I knew who had worked in the pub died in freak accident, which wasn’t the fault of anyone. His mum had been raped when she was young and had taken to drink. She had not been offered any help from the mental health services at any time. She managed to remain in work and for a while worked in Morrison’s supermarket. This lady was also epileptic and when Morrison’s found out, she was harassed by the management until she left her job. She ended up living in B&B accommodation for the homeless in Caernarfon – accommodation which was owned by two people who worked in the Housing Dept at Gwynedd County Council who were making a bomb by charging nearly £1000/week for the substandard accommodation. Which was paid for by Gwynedd County Council…

There was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council who lived near Clynnog. She told someone I know that she avoided going into the Post Office at Clynnog because the trouble was that she would bump into her clients if she went in there and she really didn’t want to have to speak to them. That particular problem resolved itself when the Post Office closed down.

 

People often laugh at Brown and me and ask us how we discover so much of this sort of thing. The answer is simple. We have been/are friends with so many who have been crapped upon that we know what is really happening to them, so we don’t rely on media interviews given by the paedophiles’ friends for our information regarding ‘the community’. Furthermore, throughout my many years in north Wales, it was an assorted collection of hippies, mental health patients and friendly neighbours who were small businessmen or farmers who were the main source of help for me as the paedophiles’ friends did everything possible to see me destitute and in prison. Sadly a number of those who helped me then came under fire from the paedophiles’ friends and found themselves accused of child abuse or were inexplicably denied NHS treatment for serious medical conditions.

 

 

After empowering everyone in the Clynnog/Llanaelhaearn area, Carl Clowes returned to Powys and become Medical Director – he was previously Director of Planning and a Public Health Consultant in Powys –  then retired early in 2000 to ‘follow two projects’ that he’d led in the 1970s and 1980s.

In recent weeks it has been admitted that the children’s services in Powys have been riddled with problems for years and are now no longer functioning. Neither does Powys have a functioning mental health service or indeed many other basic health and social care services. Machynlleth has a vibrant community group who are real stars and they are doing just about everything that in previous years was the job of the NHS or social services. They are also providing food and legal advice for people who have been left destitute after their benefits have been stopped, sometimes unlawfully. Sadly that group are not legally allowed to prescribe opiates for pain relief or carry out root canal treatment – I suspect that if they were, they’d probably do a better job than a hissy fitting member of the BMA.

 

The first project that Carl became involved with was Nant Gwrtheyrn, a language centre that was part of a wider scheme to develop a former quarrying village in order to improve employment opportunities for the locals. Carl lists Nant Gwrtheyrn as one of his greatest achievements. Carl stated that ‘Some 30,000 people have gained from courses at the centre and, at the last count, some 27 countries were represented in the ‘mix’ of origin of the attendees’.

That is probably true, Nant Gwrtheyrn is a great place if you want to go on a residential Welsh course or want a coffee in the cafe before you walk along the cliff to look at the wild goats and ravens. But Carl knows as well as I do that Nant Gwrtheyrn has done bugger all for people living on its doorstep. It is a visitor attraction for tourists or people with enough dosh and leisure time to hang out down there.

The ’employment opportunities’ are low paid jobs – that may only exist during the summer months – staffing the cafe, cleaning the houses etc. Carl boasts that Nant Gwrtheyrn has provided 30 jobs and is the major employer in the area. Which simply demonstrates how dire the employment opportunities are in that part of Gwynedd. Furthermore Nant Gwrtheyrn is at the bottom of a massively steep valley, miles away from anywhere with no public transport. So the folk in those poorly paid part-time jobs will need their own transport to get to work. For those who have got transport, the cost of keeping the car on the road to enable them to get to their jobs in the cafe or doing the cleaning will erode their part-time earnings.

I am very familiar with life in that part of the world and the everyday story of local folk is of people who are spending money keeping old bangers going so they can drive over to clean the holiday cottages for a few hours on two or three days per week because there is no other work for many miles. In the summer there is a bonanza when Hafan y Mor, a holiday park near Pwllheli, opens for business and the caravans and chalets need doing, so everyone heads for the ’employment opportunities’ there. That is not a bed of roses though – Hafan y Mor is a totalitarian regime.

One of my friends used to work at Hafan y Mor and related the tale of the elderly man who used to do the gardens there, who, after working his knackers off all morning, sat on a bench to have a drink from his flask. At the time Hafan y Mor had been booked by a ‘community group’ providing cheap holidays for the disadvantaged and one of the guests saw the gardener on the bench and asked him to do something for her. The gardener said – but not rudely – that he was just on his break but would get onto it as soon as he’d finished. The guest reported him to the management – I was told that Hafan y Mor was plastered in notices encouraging the guests to complain if they were less than 100% satisfied with the service – and the gardener was given a formal warning.

My friend neatly summed it up with the comment ‘a service user on a cheap holiday nearly got him the sack’.

Hafan y Mor are in a position to sack people for trivial reasons because the locals are desperate for work, so matter how bum their deal, that there’ll always be someone else coming along…

Carl Clowes was never in danger of losing his job as the result of a complaint from a service user.

Carl’s second project was Dolen Cymru, which acted as a link between Wales and Lesotho in Africa to ‘facilitate educational, health, religious and cultural people exchanges between the two countries’. Carl Chaired Dolen Cymru from its outset in 1985 and is Honorary Consul for Lesotho in Wales. Carl has explained that ‘At a personal level, this engagement with sub-Saharan Africa opened up many opportunities for me and, also, health colleagues who have spent time in the country… The challenges of working with minimal resources, few trained staff and enormous clinical problems has helped focus the mind of many a clinician involved in the country.’ Carl continues to visit Lesotho annually.

In 2009, King Letsie III made Carl Clowes a Member of the Most Loyal Order of Ramatseatsana for his work in developing the Dolen Cymru link.

No doubt Dolen Cymru was established with the best will in the world, but as with so many things, the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends have colonised it and caused havoc. There have been internal rows and allegations of dishonesty and financial mismanagement – Dr Graham Thomas, a former Hergest Unit doctor who was a neighbour of mine, seemed to be at the centre of the discord. Graham is a leading light in the BMA.

People keep asking me if any of the Top Docs have contacted me with regard to this blog. Only one has- Graham Thomas. Who accused me of libelling him. Graham’s comment and my responses, as well as the responses of other readers, can be read in the comments column with follows my post ‘Correction and Apology’. I did invite Graham to expand on his accusation but I heard no more. Just to clarify, I have never accused Graham of the sort of abuse or negligence which I witnessed on the part of so many of his colleagues, I only ever heard that Graham was a good consientious doctor in terms of his conduct at work – but Graham most certainly knows about the misconduct and criminality of his colleagues and he has kept schtum.

 

One service that is provided by Dolen Cymru is excellent PR for the paedophiles’ friends working in the Wales NHS.

 

Carl Clowes gave an interview in which he told young people that if opportunities ‘don’t arise, create them!’. They don’t all have a hot line to the WDA like you Carl, those working at Hafan y Mor are not going to be given a few million to develop a nice but minority interest tourist attraction – they’ll be the people who are paid the minimum wage throughout the summer months to serve the coffees and do the cleaning….

Carl maintains that ‘Doors seem to have a habit of opening or closing, as the case may be!’ Interestingly enough Carl, if you blow the whistle on a sex trafficking ring or you help someone who has, a lot of doors seem to slam shut very firmly and very quickly. Including the cell door behind you in Walton Prison or Broadmoor.

Regarding the NHS in Wales, Carl’s pearls include – ‘One of the biggest challenges in Wales is to make sure we know what impacts on the public’s health and work to get those factors right’.

In 2012, Carl was given an OBE for his work ‘in the community in Anglesey. He has also been honoured by the National Eisteddfod and is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards – as are a number of Dafydd’s and Lucille’s associates. In 2014 Carl was awarded the Alumni Medal for Social Responsibility by the University of Manchester.

 Carl has contributed to the BMA Cymru Wales Community Blog. He explained that as a result of the decline of the community in which he worked as a GP,’a high prevalence of hypertension, diabetes and depression followed and in an attempt to address this, I successfully led the development of the first community cooperative in the UK, Antur Aelhaearn’.

I have seen no evidence that Antur Aelhaearn has made any difference to the rates of hypertension, diabetes and depression in the community, no matter what other benefits the project may have conferred. Carl believes that it ‘is that with an empowered community, individuals are also empowered and these wider determinants can have a lasting impact on important health indices’.

I invite readers to pop up and have a look at Llanaelhaearn. There isn’t a great deal of empowerment going on. There are decent people doing their best in a region in which they and their children have been priced out of the housing market, because no-one can buy a house from their earnings at Nant Gwertheryn. Indeed it is getting very difficult for people in that position to even rent somewhere. Carl and his children will not face the same problems, although one of Carl’s famous sons did mention that he left Anglesey because there were no opportunities for him there. Presumably Carl’s son did not relocate to the Llyn to clean the cottages at Nant Gwertheryn. As with so many of the brainwaves that emanate from the paedophiles’ friends, those are the jobs that other people’s children do.

Carl has also been involved in international public health projects, including the NGO Medical Emergency Relief International’s (MERLIN) Tuberculosis programme in Tomsk, Siberia, an HIV programme in Mizoram, India and the restructuring of primary care services in Cambodia with French children’s charity ‘Enfants et Dévelopment’.

 

Following Carl’s contribution to the BMA blog, ‘Anonymous’ commented: ‘An excellent summary of a rewarding, selfless and committed professional life. An inspirational dedication to empower communities and individuals and to tackle health inequities in disadvantaged population.’ Anonymous doesn’t live in Carl’s empowered community then…

 

A few days ago the Daily Post Online ran a story about an employee of the DWP in Caernarfon Job Centre who has won a case of disability discrimination against the DWP, after evidence was produced of truly dreadful conduct on the part of the managers of Caernarfon Job Centre. Which will not surprise anyone with knowledge of how Caernarfon Job Centre has conducted business for years.

There is a man who a few years ago was employed by Caernarfon Job Centre – and might well still be – who could a few tales about the paedophiles’ friends. The security man there, Dewi. Dewi is a sort of hired thug who is as rude and intimidating as possible to the clients of Caernarfon Job Centre. It must be a retirement job because Dewi will be past 65 now. I remember Dewi really well from his days as a younger hired thug. Dewi used to be the security man in the Students Union when I was a student. I heard a great many anecdotes about Dewi and his enjoyment of using uncalled for excessive force against the male students. I didn’t expect to ever have a confrontation with Dewi myself, because I was female and didn’t tend to frequent the boozing sessions in the SU – Dewi usually targeted boys who had been in the bar, so that he could use the excuse of drunken students for his excessive force.

However I did encounter Dewi. After I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist, it was Dewi who was called upon to throw me out of the SU building – and unlawfully grab my bag and chuck it outside – repeatedly. Dewi was a personal friend of the nurse employed by the Student Health Centre, Liz Stables – Liz was a mate of Dafydd’s.

Dewi used to live on the Maesgeirchan estate, just outside of Bangor. Which was the location of Ty’r Felin, the children’s home where the kids were abused and trafficked for sex work, to Dolphin Square as well as to other places (see post ‘Are You Local?’).

As a hired thug who socialised with other thugs and friends of Dafydd, Dewi will have known a great deal about the paedophile gang whom he was assisting.

If the police want to have a word with Dewi, he’s the one in Caernarfon Job Centre who’s quite short and muscular with a 1970s walrus moustache and a lot of gold jewellery. Who looks like an ageing henchman for serious criminals.

 

 

 

Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…

A running theme throughout this blog has been how very inadequate many of those who assisted the paedophiles’ friends actually were and are – north Wales overflows with Angels/social workers/councillors/therapists and myriad others who, when they realise that there are lawyers to be consulted or publications to be written, shriek ‘I hope you’re not going to mention my name’ or when faced with highly incriminating evidence resort of course to the perennial favourite ‘we didn’t know’. Oh yes they did. The Pathetic Sharks remain pathetic even when they manage to crawl into a Parliament of some sort – hence Lesley Griffiths feels able to lecture wimmin aspiring to enter politics on how she used to feel nervous speaking in front of all the men but the good thing about being in politics is that you can help the mums and really get things done (see post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’).

The Pathetic Sharks have become noticeably desperate at certain times – these times correlate with the times where it looked likely that the wheels might come off the bandwagon and that the gaffe was about to be blown with regard to the extent of the wrongdoing and the number of people who were involved, as well of course as their seniority. Once the Pathetic Sharks’ anxiety had decreased when someone had been stuffed over, imprisoned or found dead, various rewards – including promotions and gongs – would be dished out.

I have done a lot of mapping of honours – including peerages – on this blog but I’m ashamed to say that I missed one of the most crucial – the knighting of Peter Morrison. Because of who his family were, I presumed that Peter Morrison inherited his title. He didn’t. Peter Morrison became Sir Peter Morrison as a result of a gesture by HM Queen Lilibet – in Feb 1991. Presumably the child molesting friend of Thatcher received this reward from Lilibet for having led Thatcher’s unsuccessful leadership campaign at the end of 1990, which led to her departure from No 10 – it was always alleged that Lilibet and Thatcher hated each other.

What was I doing when Lilibet touched the paedophile on the shoulder with a sword? Sitting in Springfield Hospital facing serious criminal charges after Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and his wife Dr Sadie Francis had perjured themselves – with the full knowledge of the BMA and MDU – whilst being denounced as ‘extremely dangerous’ after Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Prof Robert Bluglass had a word with Dr Robin Jacobson and Prof Nigel Eastman, who admitted in writing that they knew that Dafydd and co were abusing patients. Not only had I lost my job, but one of my former housemates from north Wales who knew some of what had happened up there was having the boot put into him by the Top Doctors whilst he worked for a pharmaceutical company in Kent and was gradually being forced out. Another friend who worked at the Royal Television Society who had also been a witness and who had wanted to make a film about north Wales was also in the process of being unlawfully dismissed. Her husband worked in the drama commissioning department at the BBC and had been told that they would make sure that he ‘never worked in this town again’ after he refused to accept a bribe. Weeks later he was transferred to Manchester – he was later made redundant. The Chairman of the BBC at the time of the attempted bribe was Thatcher’s mate Marmaduke Hussey and the DG was Thatcher’s other mate Michael Checkland.

So once it was considered that we had all been dealt with, Morrison could be knighted. The Pathetic Sharks got in a tizzy again just over a year later with the General Election looming, but a few more people’s lives were wrecked to keep them quiet. Gordon Anglesea began suing the people who’d dared to name him in the media as one of the paedophiles who was abusing kids in care in north Wales and just a few days after John Major had won the election, five more witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed when a firebomb was thrown into the flat where they had been invited to a party. One man who survived the fire was found dead sometime later after he had claimed that witnesses were being murdered and had given evidence in Court against John Allen (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

That firebomb certainly persuaded a great many people to keep quiet and to refuse to assist the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles in any way.

Interestingly enough, Gordon Anglesea’s libel case – which eventually took place in 1994 and resulted in him being awarded nearly £400k damages (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’) – took place at the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand. Which is where the hearing regarding the attempt to imprison me in spring 1991 took place – I was living back in north Wales by then, but was summoned down to the Strand, to one of the Courts next door to where Helena Kennedy was busy fighting for justice for Sara Thornton, at Sara’s first unsuccessful appeal – the Helena who was mates with Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’)…

So someone in the Royal Courts of Justice was obviously keen to help Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Shortly after Gordon Anglesea won his libel case at the end of 1994, Mark Humphreys – who had given evidence against him – was found dead.

The Pathetic Sharks were very busy in 1994.  The year didn’t start too well for them, because in January the Jillings Inquiry was launched to investigate the abuse of children in Clwyd – the Inquiry was Chaired by John Jillings, the former Director of Social Services for Derbyshire. Where there was a paedophile ring which had links with the one under investigation in north Wales. See post ‘It’s A Piece of Cake’ for details of the horrors of the child abuse in Clwyd and how the Jillings Report in full never actually got to see the light of day.

In 1994 Anglesea won his case, my friend’s husband had been forced out of his job at the BBC – the Chairman was still Marmaduke Hussey but by then the DG was Peter Mandelson’s mate John Birt – and Michael Howard at the Home Office finally ruined Mary Wynch (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). The small number of MPs who had been bellyaching about Mary’s case and who signed an Early Day Motion in 1992 in support of her went very quiet and were all eventually bought off with peerages, except for David Bellotti the Lib Dem who ran the campaign to support Mary – he lost his seat and never re-entered national politics. Alex Carlile was the last one who dared ask a question about Mary’s case – in April 1995. Carlile never mentioned Mary again. The Gov’t s expert on anti-terrorist legislation!

The Pathetic Sharks had good reason to panic in 1994 even if they had a safe pair of hands leading the Jillings Investigation – because Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson were standing trial at Chester Crown Court for abusing children in care in north Wales. Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, had been Peter Howarth’s boss when they had both worked at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead – Howarth was known to have abused children there as well. Arnold was appointed Head of Bryn Estyn in May 1973 and in Nov 1973 he offered Howarth a job there. On 9 June 1994 Matt Arnold died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. How true this was is anyone’s guess – the Top Doctors find it impossible to tell the truth on any matter relating to Dafydd and the paedophiles, including the cause of death and furthermore people who might be in danger of naming names have a tendency to conveniently die just before they might be asked to do this. Peter Howarth’s and Paul Wilson’s trial began four days later on 13 June 1994 – Howarth was convicted and sentenced to 10 years in prison. Wilson was acquitted of all charges.

Howarth died in HMP Wakefield in April 1997 – it was said of a heart attack. Which must have been a great relief to a great many people because it meant that he wouldn’t be around to throw a spanner in the works in the Waterhouse Inquiry which by then had opened and was about to start hearing evidence from the witnesses. Howarth was also out of the way just in time for Blair to become PM a couple of weeks later and not have to worry about Howarth popping up at some time in the future dropping a few people in it.

At the time that Matt Arnold had died and Howarth stood trial, the British Labour Party was without a permanent leader – because John Smith had died on 12 May 1994. Smith had a heart attack in his flat in the Barbican, was taken to Barts, but gosh the Top Doctors just couldn’t revive him – and Smith had only been on a tour of the Barts A&E Dept two weeks previously  because it was under threat of closure! For details – including of Dr Tony Francis’s interest in and reaction to John Smith’s death – see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’. (No-one is safe, I do keep telling people.) The acting Labour leader was Margaret Beckett, that harmless old lady who just loves to trundle off in her caravan and who became a national joke during the expenses scandal when it was revealed that she wasted a great deal of tax-payers money on a pergola on the grounds that she was Foreign Secretary and could not be found to be in possession of a sub-standard pergola. Although as Mark Steel remarked, it was highly unlikely that visiting Presidents were going to be so disgusted at the state of Beckett’s pergola that they would have been in danger of declaring war on Britain.

Margaret’s constituency is Derby South!

It was July 21 before the Labour Party acquired a new leader – Blair! Whose wife just happened to have been a mentor to so many of those radical lawyers who were involved with – or who were close to people who were involved with – the London boroughs responsible for kids in care who were being so brutally abused. One of Cherie’s pals is Max Beloff QC – who was the man who’s legal advice to the insurers of Clwyd County Council ensured that the Jillings Report was made available in full and unredacted to precisely no-one except for the lawyers and insurers of Clwyd County Council. Of course Blair himself had also been a barrister – he was George Carman’s junior – Carman, the most corrupt barrister in the UK who knew all about the paedophile gangs that were causing havoc in the nation’s social services, Carman who had been retained by Jimmy Savile (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’). Blair – who represented a constituency in the north east not a million miles away from Gateshead and who was mates with Ernest Armstrong, the former MP who had concealed what Howarth and Arnold had got up to in Gateshead before they had ever arrived in north Wales (see post ‘ The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

The Most Dangerous Man In The World however had not yet become PM – that role was still occupied by John Major who was encouraging everyone to get back to basics.

 

The Final Solution looked close on 13 July 1995 when Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his London home – he had stood down as the MP for Chester at the 1992 General Election. Morrison’s wiki page says that he died from a heart attack, but at the time no-one was quite sure how he died. He was only 51 and it was presumed that he had fallen – Gyles Brandreth, who succeeded Morrison’s seat – discusses it in his book. Not that a 51 year old man falling onto a soft expensive carpet usually results in death, but of course it was finally concluded that there really was nothing suspicious at all about the unexpected death of a not very old child molester who’s activities with Dafydd and the paedophiles had the potential to cause so much trouble that it was worth someone’s while murdering as many of the witnesses as possible.

In July 1995 my friend Brown – another witness to what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends – was forced out of his job at Aston University. The Vice-Chancellor of Aston was Sir Frederick Crawford, Thatcher’s henchman who was later the centre of a grade A row regarding his status as a Freemason when he was appointed Chairman of the Criminal Cases Review Commission. Crawford had an off the rails son who used to boast that he could always get out of trouble because of who his father was – he was found dead in a hotel in Israel.

Because people just would not stop banging on about the possibility of a paedophile ring at work in north Wales and Cheshire with links to Westminster, in May 1995 the Welsh Office – who had spent decades concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales with links to Westminster – appointed Nicola Davies QC in May 1995 to conduct a review of the paperwork concerned with the child abuse in north Wales. Nicola came with the finest credentials – she had defended many a Top Doctor in trouble, including those involved in the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which provided such a useful distraction from Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales just when they needed it (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Nicola found that no paperwork existed from since 1989! Well just fancy that.

Never mind Nicola, I’ve got 10,000 documents here – including paperwork from those missing years…

Nicola concluded that a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales was not needed – Nicola has since gone on to great things, including becoming Dame Nicola and the Presiding Judge of the Wales Circuit (see post ‘This Is What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’). Lord Hague of the Mother of All Cover-Ups, the Secretary of State for Wales, announced on Dec 11 1995 that a Public Inquiry was not justified.

Before Hague became Secretary of State for Wales, some rather curious things occurred with regard to that particular Gov’t position. John Redwood had held the post between 27 May 1993-26 June 1995. Then David Hunt was appointed – but only until 5 July 1995. Then Hague was appointed and remained in position until Blair won the election in May 1997.

David Hunt was an old lag where the Welsh Office was concerned – he been a junior Minister and was then Secretary of State between May 1990-May 1993. Thus Hunt was the man who had to deal with the dysfunctional idiocy of Gwynedd Health Authority back in 1989, when the Authority was effectively bankrupt and was failing to deliver even the most basic of services (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’). Hunt was then Welsh Secretary throughout the years of attempts to imprison me, the years of me and my friends being hounded out of jobs – and he was in post when that firebomb killed five witnesses.

Hunt’s talents were called upon once again just at the time that Dafydd was allowed to ‘retire’ without any of the serious complaints about him being followed up – and with the contract to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). Hunt was also at the scene when those lies were told in 1995 about the North Wales Hospital closing down – part of it had remained open with the knowledge of virtually no-one.

Hague did of course have a change of heart regarding a Public Inquiry a few months later and in 1996 he announced the Waterhouse Inquiry. Presumably now that Morrison and Matt Arnold were dead, Dafydd was being given money and customers to keep him in business and Howarth was safely in prison, Hague was happy to tie up the loose ends with an entirely rigged Inquiry, Chaired by a man who was a personal friend of many of those who had held senior positions whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles had been allowed to do whatever they wanted. Someone else was dead as well by the time that Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry – the young man featured in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’, who had detailed knowledge of a family which included a child sex offender, who had entered into a corrupt deal with Gwynedd Social Services, the Gwynedd Councillor Dafydd Orwig, the North Wales Housing Association and a former police officer Jo Bott, in order to fleece and frame a innocent person who had knowledge of the offences committed by members of this family as well as of Dafydd and the paedophiles. The young man was hit by a lorry and killed near Bethesda in 1995.

 

The Pathetic Sharks had actually been busy at the very beginning of 1994, just after the launch of the Jillings Investigation, but it is only recently that someone pointed this out to me. I did notice the event when it occurred, but I had no idea that it had any connection to Dafydd and the paedophiles. In Feb 1994 I was standing at the bus stop in Rachub near Bethesda with my friend when an old bloke – who was universally known as ‘that dirty old man who lives in Water Street’ – came out of the shop in a state of great excitement, shoved his newspaper under the nose of my friend saying ‘Christ look at this’ and showed us a headline about a Tory MP who had been found dead wearing nought but stockings and suspenders. It really made the dirty old man’s day and I expect that the Sun made a packet out of it as well.

On 7 Feb 1994 Stephen Gilligan, the Tory MP for Eastleigh was found dead in his house in Chiswick. Stephen was found by Vera Taggart, who was variously described as his secretary, his cleaner and his housekeeper. Stephen was found naked except for a pair of stockings and suspenders, had an electrical flex around his neck, a black bin liner over his head and a segment of orange in his mouth. No drugs, alcohol or any other substances were found in Stephen’s body. Those close to Stephen maintained that he had been murdered in circumstances designed to smear him. The pathologist involved in the case concluded that Stephen had died as a result of auto-erotic asphyxiation.

The forensic pathologist who performed the post mortem on Stephen Milligan and who maintained that Milligan died from auto-erotic asphyxiation was Dr Iain West, a Home Office pathologist.

West graduated from Edinburgh University in 1967 and his first job was at Addenbrookes Hospital in Cambridge – he worked as a pathologist at Addenbrookes until 1974. Baroness Jean Trumpington – who when she was a junior Health Minister appointed Jimmy Savile to his management position at Broadmoor – wielded a great degree of influence at Addenbrookes (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). In 1974 West relocated to St Thomas’s and then in 1978 he began working at Guy’s, where he remained until he retired in 1998. He became Head of Dept in 1984 and remained there after Guy’s merged with St Thomas’s.

West’s obituaries described him as ‘larger than life’ who’s death was ‘untimely’. It was noted that ‘some of his conclusions about cases were controversial’ – as indeed was his conclusion regarding the manner in which Stephen Milligan had died ie. that he had died as a result of auto-erotic asphyxiation. Segments of orange are allegedly used by people with a penchant for auto-erotic asphyxiation to overcome the unpleasant fumes of amyl nitrate which is often used in the practice – yet there was no trace of amyl nitrate found in or near Milligan. It is unlikely that he’d have just been sucking on a piece of orange whilst hanging himself to pass the time of day. Milligan’s friends and people who did not believe that he had died in the manner assumed by Iain West maintained that he had been killed by a third party who wanted to smear his character.

Immediately prior to his death, Milligan had been upset about a TV programme that had been screened about employment in Eastleigh which he felt had shown the constituency in a negative light and had tarnished his image. In the wake of his death John Major made comments about Milligan having obviously been a very unhappy man. There was no evidence of this at all – Milligan was upset about the TV programme, but he wasn’t suicidal or depressed. He was engaged to Julie Kirkbride, a political journalist for the Sunday Telegraph who later became the Tory MP for Bromsgrove – although there have been allegations that Stephen was gay and had entered into a convenient arrangement with Julie for political purposes – and had been active in the Commons right up to his death.

Milligan however had been party to a great deal of information that a great many people would not have wanted made public. He was PPS to Jonathan Aitken, who was Minister of State for Defence Procurement. Aitken had been busy in 1993 with his dodgy deals with Saudi arms traders in the Ritz in Paris, about which he later lied – it was this that eventually resulted in his conviction for perjury in 1997 and his subsequent imprisonment. Aitken was associated with some odd and unsavoury people who claimed to have links with the security services, including Alan Clark, who were members of a group called Le Cercle (see post ‘Their Trade Is Fuckwittery’). Aitken lived in Lord North Street, as did Sir Peter Morrison – who was one of the MPs who was participating in the gay sex parties which were the subject of rumours swirling around Westminster after Milligan’s death.

People close to Milligan also alleged that he knew of plans to stop the footballer Justin Fashanu going public regarding his claims to have participated in gay sex with two senior Cabinet Ministers.

Iain West worked for the Home Office – a hive of corruption both at the time of Milligan’s death when Michael Howard was Home Secretary and for many years previously as scandal after scandal was covered-up, particularly with regard to the organised abuse of children in north Wales and elsewhere. Dr Donald Wayte worked as a Home Office pathologist at the same time – Wayte presided over the lunacy in north Wales, felt able to make comments in public for which he had absolutely no evidence at all and allowed local schoolchildren to accompany him on his duties at work. Wayte’s wife Avril sits on the Board of Dafydd’s charity CAIS, along with the other paedophiles’ friends. Unless she has now retired, Avril presides over the chaos which is the pathology service at the Betsi. Donald Wayte was the pathologist in the 1996 Sophie Hook murder case, which resulted in the imprisonment of Howard Hughes, a former resident of both Bryn Estyn and Garth Angharad – many people are convinced that Hughes is the victim of a major miscarriage of justice. The Home Office had also colluded with Dafydd’s fast and loose prescribing of just about anything on earth for years, whilst Bing Spear – who was clearly corrupt and probably an addict himself – led the Home Office’s Drugs Branch (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

At the time of Milligan’s death and in the following months, Dafydd was regularly appearing in the media – both locally and nationally – being touted as an expert on substance abuse, spouting nonsense about being ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’ and telling the world how the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was ‘unique’. Which I suppose it was, not even the Maudsley had a dungeon in which to imprison the victims of a paedophile gang, but Dafydd didn’t ever explain that it was that which was the unique aspect of Denbigh.  Dafydd was wheeled out on the Kane Debates to discuss the serious problem of Cannabis Psychosis, he popped up on Kilroy – sharing his seat with Kilroy’s buttock –  and he was on S4C virtually every week . For one S4C programme, the cameraman actually got into the cockpit of Dafydd’s light aircraft with him and filmed Biggles being interviewed in the skies above north Wales. We were pissing ourselves in our house every time that we saw one of these ludicrous programmes – we were so busy laughing at the nation’s media giving airtime to this mad old bugger who was engaged in a grade A battle with Gwynedd Health Authority because he had become too embarrassing even for them and they were trying to force him to retire, that we missed the safety risks involved when the cameraman went up in the skies with Dafydd. Dafydd crashed his car virtually every time that he drove over to Denbigh and he kept crashing that plane as well – who on earth deemed him fit to keep his pilot’s licence? For further details of the idiocy that escalated as Dafydd fought against retirement and the closure of Denbigh, please see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’

West’s Guardian obituary observed that ‘his findings…extended into the political world’. West certainly was asked to take on cases of the utmost political sensitivity and he acted for both the defence and prosecution in numerous murder cases.

West’s cases included: Robert Maxwell, Tyra Henry, WPC Yvonne Fletcher and Jill Dando. It was West who performed the second autopsy on Cap’n Bob and discovered some torn muscles in his back – demonstrating that Maxwell had clung onto his yacht at some point when going overboard and thus it was concluded that he wasn’t pushed. West was commissioned by an insurance company who stood to pay out £20 million if Maxwell’s death was other than an accident or murder. West concluded that it was suicide. The combination of Robert Maxwell, an insurance company, and a Top Doctor attached to the most elite medical school in the UK which does exactly what the powerful tell it to do who also works for the Home Office – Maxwell died in Nov 1991 when the Home Secretary was Kenneth Baker – suggests that we will never get to the truth. Tyra Henry was the baby who died in the care of Lambeth Borough Council whilst Paul Boateng’s wife Janet and her colleagues at Lambeth Social Services tied themselves up in knots with the politics of race. Yvonne Fletcher was killed by shots fired from the Libyan Embassy and her death precipitated a diplomatic crisis which eventually led to a bombing raid on Libya carried out from US air bases in the UK. Jill Dando’s death resulted in a serious miscarriage of justice after a service user was fitted up, despite being at a day centre some four miles away when she was killed by what was clearly a professional assassin. The more recent rumours regarding the killer’s motive have revolved around Jill having knowledge of a VIP paedophile ring involving people from the BBC. Jill’s Crimewatch colleague Sue Cook had a close friendship with George Carman, the most corrupt barrister in the UK – and Blair’s former boss – who knew all about VIP sex rings in north Wales and elsewhere (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’).

West’s most high profile case was that of the death of Kenya’s Foreign Minister, Dr Robert Ouko. Knacker of the Yard was sent out to Kenya to investigate and West’s opinion was sought.

West was also involved in the King’s Cross fire investigation and the genocide perpetrated by Saddam Hussein – the one which the UK didn’t take a great deal of notice of at the time, although Blair suddenly started banging on about it some years later when he went to war with Iraq because George Dubya Bush told him to.

Iain West’s advice was sought when the IRA blew the Tories up in the Grand Hotel in Brighton and in the cases of the London Harrods bombing and and the Hyde Park bombing.

The Telegraph’s obituary of Iain West stated that he ‘was always scrupulously honest and would never alter his evidence to fit a scenario’. In fact West was so fantastic at working out the scenario, that in some of his cases the criminals who were later fingered for the murders confessed to exactly the same scenario that West had predicted! Things went embarrassingly wrong with the business of Jill Dando obviously, but her fiance is now Top Doctor to Buck House so there’s been a happy ending and more importantly one which ensures that he’s not going to ask any difficult questions.

Iain West was called upon to advise on the Clapham Rail Disaster in 1988 and he made a number of safety recommendations. So that will explain why in 1999 he was called upon once more to advise the Paddington Rail Disaster.

West was President Elect of the British Association of Forensic Medicine and a member of the Home Office Policy Advisory Board for Forensic Pathology. In the years before his death in 2001, West expressed concern about the parlous nature of UK forensic pathology – so he obviously didn’t notice the presence of Donald Wayte for several decades or notice that he himself had been leading the profession for several decades. It was thus only reasonable that West Chaired the working party ‘Towards A Unified Forensic Pathology Service for England and Wales’ when the Home Office set up a review of forensic pathology services.

Whilst West worked at Guy’s he established a computerised database regarding forensic cases for use as a reference source for lawyers, police forces and pathologists. No doubt many people found it very useful when they wanted a bit of guidance as to who to fit up in the event of a body being found.

Iain West lived in East Sussex – not a million miles away from Brighton. John Allen trafficked children who had been abused at the Bryn Alyn Community to brothels which he owned in Brighton and the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal who were killed by a firebomb in 1992 died at a party in a flat in Brighton. John Allen had told one of the party goers that he would see them there, but he didn’t turn up (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Keith Best, the Tory MP for Ynys Mon, 1979-87 and barrister who was a Minister in the Welsh Office who assisted in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles, was born in Brighton, went to Brighton College and was a Brighton Borough Councillor, 1976-80. Just for good measure, Dafydd’s mate Professor Jim Watson worked at Guys and St Thomas’s at the same time as Iain West.

Iain West’s hobby was firearms and shooting.

West’s first boss and the man who inducted him into the ways of forensic pathology was Prof Austin Gresham, who spent his whole career at Cambridge. Gresham was a Home Office pathologist who was involved in the memorable case of Julie Ward, a young woman who disappeared whilst on safari in Kenya in Sept 1988. The Julie Ward case was seriously weird. She was last seen on Sept 6 1988 – the Kenyan authorities claimed that she had been killed by lions. Julie disappeared on the Masai Mara game reserve and there were concerns expressed that the Kenyan authorities were reluctant to admit that she might have been murdered because of their fears that their tourist industry would incur damage. Which could well have been true. However, Julie’s father John – a Suffolk business man with a great deal of money to spare – maintained that he did not believe what he was being told and he flew to Kenya himself to conduct his own investigation.

On Sept 13 1988 John Ward found Julie’s remains, in a remote area of the Masai Mara reserve and those remains were given to Gresham to examine. Gresham’s conclusion was that Julie’s body had been dismembered with a machete, doused in petrol and set alight. He maintained that her bones had sharp cuts upon them, rather than gnaw marks – thus she had been murdered not killed by animals.

The whole case was a diplomatic nightmare for the British Gov’t – Kenya was desperate not to have a collapsing tourist industry on its hands and Thatcher’s Gov’t wanted to maintain good relations with the Kenyan Gov’t. The President at the time was Daniel arap Moi – there was much evidence that his regime was guilty of serious human rights abuses.

While the explanations given by the Kenyan authorities regarding Julie’s death did seem somewhat outlandish – it was also suggested that she had committed suicide or had even been killed by lightening whilst up a tree causing her body fell to the ground which was chewed by the lions – there is something gobsmackingly obvious that no-one mentioned. John Ward – an hotelier – flew to Kenya and after a matter of days found Julie’s remains in a remote area of the game reserve. Just like that. There was no mention of a finger tip search involving scores of police, sniffer dogs et al. He just went there and hey presto, found Julie’s body. Searching the Masai Mara will not be like having a root around in one’s vegetable patch – there is quite a lot of the Masai Mara. Furthermore, Ward will have had to negotiate the lions, cheetahs, giraffes, zebras, wildebeests – who might even have been migrating or something – hyenas, elephants, leopards and a great many other things including David Attenborough and his film crew. How did Ward know that the burnt bones were those of Julie? A heap of burnt bones are not that recognisable – that is how the likes of Gresham make a living at doing things with them and drawing conclusions.

The death of Julie Ward was one of those stories that ran and ran. In 1992, two park rangers were tried for Julie’s murder and acquitted. In 1998, the head park warden was put on trial and acquitted.

Allegations and counter-allegations have flown back and forth. It was alleged that one coroner’s report was altered to disguise the cuts in Julie’s bones. John Ward maintained that the British authorities obstructed his attempts to achieve justice and it was said that a report compiled by Jon Stoddard, the Chief Constable of Lincolnshire, which heavily criticised the FCO and the British High Commission in Kenya, was suppressed on National Security grounds, because it ‘shamed’ Britain.

In 2004 an inquest in Britain returned an verdict of unlawful killing. Dr Peter Dean, the Greater Suffolk coroner, maintained that there had been a ‘blatant and astonishingly clumsy cover-up’. In the same year, a former Kenyan intelligence officer – who had previously been the chief suspect for Julie’s murder himself – claimed that he had witnessed Julie being raped and murdered by three men.

In Oct 2009 John Yates, the head of the Met’s anti-terrorism squad paid a visit to Kenya to make further inquiries about Julie’s death. Julie’s death is not thought to have been linked to terrorism, but Yates’s previous role was in the Met’s Special Crime Directorate and he had responsibility for certain murder cases. John Yates was ‘Yates of the Yard’ who became famous for heading the ‘Cash for Honours’ investigation. It was said that human DNA from the murder scene – thought to be that of the attacker – had been identified. Furthermore, a new witness approached John Ward through his lawyer who maintained that the burnt remains were placed in the remote area of the Masai Mara where John Ward discovered them to throw investigators off the scent of the murder site.

I’m not sure how the ground lies at present with regard to the investigation into Julie’s death – even a few years ago, John Ward had already spent the best part of one million investigating and had made 100 trips to Kenya.

Much as I sympathise with Mr Ward and I can absolutely accept that he wasn’t convinced by the Kenyan authorities explanations for his daughter’s death, I’m not sure that anything else can be believed either – not the convenient discovery of bones in the middle of Africa which just happened to be those of Julie or the word of coroners or senior police officers who tend not to disagree with powerful people or institutions.

The one person whom I also believe could have been guaranteed not to tell the whole truth was Austin Gresham. This was a Top Doctor working for the Home Office whilst Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary – victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales were being framed and sent to prison or high security hospitals (see post ‘ Security, Security’) and documentation was being fabricated by the Home Office as well as by the Dafydd, the paedophiles’ friends and the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Just weeks before Julie had disappeared, Professors Robert Owen, Robert Bluglass  and Dr Colin Berry had conspired and lied to conceal the criminal activity of Dafydd, Tony Francis and the paedophiles (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).  Furthermore Gresham worked at Addenbrookes, an institution over which Thatcher’s junior Health Minister Trumpers – who by then had installed Jimmy Savile as the manager of Broadmoor – wielded considerable influence (see post ’95 Glorious Years’). If there was one thing that the Top Doctors do not do in politically charged cases it is to tell the truth.

There is something else about Gresham that would ensure that he was compromised. Gresham was born in Wrexham and went to school there, at Grove Park School. Bang in the middle of the paedophiles and the paedophiles’ friends’ territory. Gresham went onto Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge and then to King’s College Hospital for his clinical training.

Austin Gresham published ‘A Colour Atlas Of Forensic Pathology’, a gory compilation of photos of the corpses of people who had met a sticky end, as well as photos of severed limbs, body parts and maggot infested cadavers. This was the book that inspired the Britart movement of the 1980s and 90s, including Damien Hirst’s installation ‘The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Someone Living’ – more popularly known as ‘The Dead Shark’…

When Iain West relocated to Guy’s in 1978, the Head of Dept was Professor Keith Mant. Mant had been involved in the investigation of Nazi war crimes after WWII, including the human medical experiments, particularly those carried out at Ravensbruck. When Mant returned to England he worked at St Mary’s Paddington and was then offered a job at Guy’s by Keith Simpson, the Professor of Forensic Medicine – who also had a Harley Street practice. Mant became Head of Dept when Simpson retired in 1972.

Simpson was born in Brighton, his father was a GP and Simpson attended Brighton, Hove and Sussex Grammar School, so he got off to a flying start in terms of future potential for assisting the paedophiles’ friends. Simpson was a Home Office pathologist who was involved in making history on a number of occasions. He was involved in the case of the 1949 Acid Bath Murders committed by John George Haigh and in the 1966 murder case of George Cornell by Ronnie Kray. However I am impressed by the number of controversial cases or miscarriages of justice that Simpson was involved with – he was certainly at the centre of the action.

In 1956 Simpson acted for the MDU in the defence of Dr John Bodkin Adams who was acquitted of murdering one of his patients, although Bodkin Adams was tried for murdering more than one of his patients. Harriet Harman’s dad Dr John Harman gave evidence for the defence, although he didn’t have a great deal of experience of the matters that he was giving expert evidence about. In 1961 Simpson was involved in the James Hanratty ‘A6 murders’, resulting in a conviction and death sentance which worried a great many people even back then. In 1974 Keith Simpson was invited to re-examine the pathology findings after Bloody Sunday – Simpson’s findings were remarkably helpful to the Gov’t. Many years later the Saville Inquiry did not substantiate Simpson’s findings. In 1974 Simpson also worked on the case of Sandra Rivett, the nanny who was murdered by Lord Lucan. In 1982 Simpson was involved in the Roberto Calvi case. Calvi was the former Vatican’s banker who was found hanging under Blackfriars Bridge. A verdict of suicide was returned which was believed by virtually no-one. Calvi’s family were and remain convinced that he was murdered and Private Eye publicised the case for years.

Simpson might have missed all the organised gangs abusing and trafficking children in care, but the NSPCC – which colluded with that abuse and trafficking – really loved him because in the 1960s Simpson was a pioneer in the field of ‘battered baby syndrome’.

Simpson died in 1985. In June 2012 Simpson was honoured for his many years loyal service of drawing whatever conclusions were most helpful to the Home Secretary of the day by a Westminster City Council Green Plaque being stuck on the front of his former residence at 1 Weymouth Street – which is just down the road from where Bridget Mason’s famous Fertility Clinic Of The Flying Sperm was located (see post ‘Every Sperm Is Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’).

Keith Simpson contributed to a famous miscarriage of justice that his successor Keith Mant gained kudos from undoing – the 1972 murder of the mixed race transvestite Maxwell Confait, which resulted in the imprisonment of the Catford Three who alleged police brutality as well as a stitch up. Their convictions were quashed by Lord Justice Scarman in 1975 sitting in the Court of Appeal, who accepted that Keith Simpson had missed ‘obvious evidence’ concerning the time of death. Somehow I doubt that was the first time that Simpson had missed obvious evidence if it failed to point the finger of suspicion at the appropriate person.

Simpson’s successor Keith Mant’s talents as a Top Doctor were not inherited in the way in which so many of his colleagues inherited theirs via the Top Doctor gene that is known to be passed on through parental DNA. Keith Mant’s own genetic loading was very strongly in favour of him becoming a lawyer – Mant’s father was a solicitor, the 10th generation of his family to become a lawyer to be precise. So where Keith Mant’s tendency to don a white coat and a stethoscope came from I cannot imagine.

Mant learnt well at the knee of Simpson however, despite that blip involving Maxwell Confait. Mant’s cases included Blair Peach, who was on an anti-NF march when he was bashed on the head by a member of the Metropolitan Police’s Special Patrol Group. Mant was on safe ground when he revealed that the damage inflicted upon Blair Peach’s head was caused by something a lot heavier than a truncheon, because the SPG had all removed their identifying numbers and covered their faces anyway before one of them killed Blair Peach and then they all refused to squeal on the guilty party (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Another of Mant’s cases was that of Bobby Sands, one of the IRA prisoners who starved himself to death in the Maze.

Keith Mant retired in 1984 although he continued to take  commissions after his retirement.

The excellent thing about pathologists who work on murders and acquire a name for themselves for producing the right conclusions for the Gov’t of the day, is that if one day a Prime Minister is elected who needs to build his power base upon the cover-up of a vicious paedophile ring in the recent past and that Prime Minister just happens to be married to a ‘human rights lawyer’ who knows the reputations and histories of all the pathologists, that knowledge will prove invaluable. Even if the human rights lawyer in question is a bit batty, feels threatened by Anji Hunter and seeks advice from an even battier lifestyle guru who’s boyfriend is a crook.

 

My post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’ noted how in 2011 a substantial number of unlikely people found themselves as AMs, despite not previously having shown much desire to bag a seat in the Assembly. It is very obvious that these people were fulfilling roles as reinforcements for the paedophiles’ friends as the demands for a re-investigation of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal would not disappear. The influx of reinforcements for the paedophiles’ friends took place over a period of several years.

Dr Mohammed Mehmet previously of Peterborough and Islington Councils arrived in Denbighshire County Council supposedly on a temporary basis but found himself being appointed as Chief Executive in 2007 – he departed in a hurry for some unknown reason not so long ago.

Somebody else who suddenly graced with north Wales with his presence was Tal Michael, who gave up a life of glamour in senior roles in London Councils to arrive with his family on the north Wales coast during that period of time which saw the influx of reinforcements. Tal is of course the son of Alun Michael, who was ordered by Blair to get his arse in gear and become Wales’s FM after Ron Davies had been caught on Clapham Common with Boogie (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’), because under no circumstances was Wales to be allowed to have Rhodri Morgan as FM. I don’t know what Blair was worrying about, every one of them was keeping schtum about Dafydd and the paedophiles, it’s not as if Rhodri was going to blow the whistle on anyone, he kept giving the paedophiles’ friends jobs as Health Ministers. Rhodri got the job that he couldn’t do very well but that his mum said that he’d always wanted (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) in the end anyway – because as soon as the Waterhouse Report was published, Alun Michael resigned as FM (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Presumably the job had been done. He must have felt a bit like Lou on Eastenders years ago, where once she’d sorted her family out as much as she could, what with Arthur stealing the Christmas Club money, having a nervous breakdown and being sectioned by Dr Legge and then going to prison and Chelle having a secret abortion and Lofty having a big row with her, Lou said to everyone ‘well that’s you lot sorted out, I can go now’. The Fowlers thought that Lou was just going to bed, but she went upstairs and died.

Didn’t Dirty Den get shot by a gun concealed in a bunch of daffodils at one point? I do hope that Dafydd didn’t watch that episode, he doesn’t need to be inspired.

So Alun Michael died his death – but unfortunately he re-appeared in the form of South Wales’s Police and Crime Commissioner and is still there. Furthermore Tal turned up.

I encountered Tal at an IWA meeting where he had a disagreement with me about the results of some polling predictions. I told Tal that polling predictions cannot always be believed and Tal reassured me that this one could. Er Tal – perhaps you don’t remember all that but I did have a quiet snigger to myself when the poll that you had staked your hopes on turned out to be wrong.

Tal didn’t seem to have a job to go to in north Wales, so he didn’t delay with his job search. I doubt that he went on the computer at the Job Centre or joined the Job Club – obviously those are things that other people do. Tal got on his bike and looked for a job and landed himself one as Chairman of the North Wales Police Authority. HOW I’d be most interested to know. Who wrote his reference? Blair? When it was announced that the Authority was to be abolished with the advent of elected Police and Crime Commissioners, Tal immediately resigned from his job and stated his intention to run for election as North Wales’s Police and Crime Commissioner. I saw Tal canvasing in Wrexham and he’d been rash enough to have the slogan ‘Tough On Crime, Tough On The Causes Of Crime’ printed in large letters on his leaflets. Tal – Wales really wants to forget about Blair, particularly after the nation dodged a bullet when Ron was caught with Boogie before Blair imposed your dad on everyone.

Tal wasn’t elected – so Wales escaped the nightmare of the Michael Mafia running the entire police force in Wales. What Wales was saddled with wasn’t a great improvement – Winston Roddick was the first Commissioner to be elected for North Wales, a man who grew up in Caernarfon, then became a policeman in Liverpool who later metamorphosed into the sort of barrister whom the paedophiles’ friends really love. Roddick was the first Counsel General for Wales after the Welsh Assembly was established in 1998. So he was in place in time for the Waterhouse Report. The next Commissioner who is still in post is just as much of a nightmare – Arfon Jones, the paedophiles’ bestest friend who was the man who chauffeured Gordon Anglesea to the venues where Anglesea molested youngsters in care.

Tal also had a go at becoming the Labour MP for Ynys Mon, but that didn’t work either. Tal’s twitter account currently simply states that he’s living in beautiful north Wales. Obviously still seeking opportunities to assist Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends.

Another person who turned up in Wales at the time when the paedophiles’ friends were in need was Geraint Davies. Geraint Davies has been the Labour MP for Swansea West since 2010. Davies was the Labour MP for Croydon Central, 1997-05, although he first stood as a Labour candidate for in 1987 – so he was selected whilst Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party.

Davies’s father was a civil servant from Aberystwyth and his mother’s family were from Swansea. He was brought up in Cardiff, went to Llanishen High School and then to Jesus College, Oxford. In 1982 Davies became a Unilever Group Product Manager. In my previous posts I discussed how Professor Fergus Lowe of Bangor University’s School of Psychology built his considerable empire by holding numerous people over a barrel regarding their knowledge of the organised child abuse and associated wrongdoing in north Wales in particular – although Fungus also knew about George Thomas’s molesting in south Wales and much else besides – thus extracting substantial research funds out of various bodies. Fungus was very good at this, not being a Pathetic Shark himself but rather, as Brown described him, ‘a highly effective shit’. Fungus’s first big achievement was extracting an absolutely enormous grant from Unilever! It was the Unilever dosh that footed the bill for the Brigantia Building at Bangor University – and the deal was done in the 1980s as well. Fungus was part of a much bigger team and he systematically screwed them all over by holding negotiations with Unilever without their knowledge and smearing them in order to ensure that they were then frozen out. Eventually Fungus was the only one left and no doubt all he had to do was whisper the words ‘George Thomas…Speaker of the House…Thatcher…Peter Morrison…Buck House…Dafydd Alun Jones…Denbigh…sex parties with elderly Westminster paedophiles and kids in care…Jimmy Savile…’ and instead of kicking Fungus in the knackers and bringing him down, the Pathetic Shark will have got the cheque book out.

Is that not pretty much what happened Geraint?

Fungus could well have had an awful lot on Geraint. Warlingham Park Hospital was located near Croydon and the brutality towards patients there was so great that some patients died and a number of staff were imprisoned for the rape and assault of patients. My post ‘A Trade In People – Between London and North Wales’ describes how in the 1980s a widowed mother of teenaged children died in suspicious circumstances in Warlingham Park and when her children asked too many questions they were sectioned – and taken to Warlingham Park. Once there, the teenaged girl was forced to make allegations that her brother had raped her and there was then an attempt to force him to sign a confession to the rape that they both told me did not happen, as part of a grand scheme to have the brother banged up in a high security hospital. The teenagers spent the best part of a year drugged up in Warlingham Park and whilst they were there a group of crooked doctors and lawyers fleeced them of most of their inheritance. This gang of crooks then packed them off to Bethesda – although they had never even visited Wales before – where local people were told by the police not to have anything to do with them because they were paedophiles. There was an attempt to arrest them within days of them arriving in Bethesda.

Geraint was the Assistant Secretary of Croydon North East Labour Party, the Chair of Croydon Constituency Labour Party, a Councillor for Croydon Borough Council from 1986, the Chair of the Housing Committee in 1994 and then the Leader of the Council in 1996. Geraint was the Chair of the Housing Committee of the London Borough Association, 1996-97.

Geraint could not have missed what was going on in Warlingham Park Hospital. Just to add to the fun, Geraint was a member of the union MSF. The MSF reps at St George’s Hospital Medical School were corrupt and colluded with serious wrongdoing in order to advance their own positions and I suspect that this was happening in other NHS institutions as well. In 1985 Geraint joined the GMB, another union which ignored and concealed serious malpractice and abuse of vulnerable people in the NHS (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’).

By the mid 1990s I expect the Pathetic Shark Geraint had begun to nibble at a few even more Pathetic Sharks and thus his career in politics began to take off. Although he managed to get elected in Croydon Central, he lost the seat in 2005. He didn’t stay twiddling his thumbs for long though, he was selected to contest the seat of Swansea West when Alan Williams who had held the seat for 45 years retired.

Geraint has been a busy bee in the Commons, during the years that he represented Croydon Central as well as in his capacity as the MP for Swansea West.

In 2003-05 Geraint was the NSPCC Parliamentary Ambassador after he proposed legislation to stop childminders smacking children and to allow parents to see the records of complaints about prospective childminders concerning child safety. The Gov’t subsequently adopted these proposals. Geraint proposed reams of legislation after this success, including: outlawing striking children across the head or with implements or shaking children; banning advertising junk food to children; including nutrition in OFSTED responsibilities; penalising credit card companies if they have been used to pay for downloading child porn; ensuring that patients going for counselling are only treated by qualified practitioners and banning sexual grooming and sexual activity between patients and practitioners; regulating the amount of sugar in food and drink; measures regarding revenge porn; the banning of the advertising of electronic cigarettes.

That’s quite a record for the man who gave Fungus millions in return for keeping quiet about a sex trafficking ring with links to serious organised crime in Europe, which ensured that Dafydd and his dungeon remained in action.

Geraint represents Wales on the Council of Europe, where among many other things he has spoken about FGM. I expect that Geraint wants Prosecutions. Probably of Somalis.

Geraint is a member of the Welsh Affairs Committee – he has spoken about rape victims.

The Daily Telegraph named Geraint as one of the worst offenders in the expenses scandal. In 2004-05, his staff and office costs were the highest of any MP. Geraint’s explanation for this was that he was the hardest working MP. He claimed over £20k for a central London 12 miles away from his constituency home and also claimed taxi expenses that he was not eligible to claim for. He claimed £38,750 on postage. Geraint also spruced up his kitchen at a cost of £2,285 and his living room at a cost of £1,500 and charged the lot to the tax payer.

When Geraint was selected for Swansea West he was strongly endorsed by the previous incumbent of 45 years standing, Alan Williams, as well as by Andrew Davies the AM for Swansea West, 1999-11.

Alan Williams was MP for Swansea West, 1964-10. Williams was born in Caerphilly, went to Cardiff High School for Boys, then to Cardiff College of Technology and Commerce and then to University College Oxford. He lectured at the Welsh College of Advanced Technology and then worked in broadcasting and journalism. Williams held a number of Ministerial positions under Harold Wilson and then Jim Callaghan. Williams is constantly described as a man who fiercely defended the interests of his constituents and Swansea, who was a ‘forensic inquisitor’ and who went for the jugular on matters such as malpractice in the WDA, waste in the Royal Household such as the excessive cost of the Royal Yacht and the Royal Train and in 1993-94 got his teeth into Gov’t expenditure on the Malaysian Pergau Dam. Yet these were all very easy targets. The WDA was a national embarrassment and became synonymous with crooks and spivs – furthermore Margaret Thatcher promoted it, so exposing malpractice in the WDA never took that much courage. Wales is not quite as Republican as some would have us believe, there are plenty of fans of the Royal Family in Wales, but even so the Royal Family splashing out on things like their yacht and their train did cause them to come under fire – once again Williams wasn’t putting his neck on the line by having a go at this. The Pergau Dam was a completely disreputable scam perpetrated by Douglas Hurd (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’) so it won’t have been difficult to have aimed a few shots at that. Williams’s shameless toadying to Blair at Blair’s final PMQs was an example to us all.

Williams’s constituency covered the more affluent area of Swansea which included Swansea University.There were huge problems at that University which culminated in allegations of corruption involving the Vice-Chancellor Richard Davies and there was a major – although unsuccessful – effort to remove Davies, which included representation to the University Visitor ie. HM the Queen. Alan Williams doesn’t seem to have made much of a fuss about that, although depts with good reputations were closed down on a whim and academics with sound reputations lost their jobs – a number of them had to leave Wales to find new jobs.

Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain who presided over chaos and research fraud at St George’s Hospital Medical School as well as colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles and Lord Brian Flowers who presided over similar matters at Imperial College both had connections with Swansea University/Swansea (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’).

Alan Williams was obviously considered useful by someone though. Whilst Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party, Williams was Shadow Secretary of State for Wales, July 1987-Jan 1989. Which was whilst Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were all doing our best to raise concerns about the criminality in north Wales associated with Dafydd and the paedophiles. Alison and I were writing to Ministers – Alison even personally contacted Thatcher in January 1987 and told her that she had witnessed the abuse of children in care and Mary had won her legal battle against Dafydd after her appeal to the Master of the Rolls which had made legal history and headlines in the London-based media. Fungus had struck his terrible deal with Unilever which ensured everyone’s silence and massive funding for the Bangor University School of Psychology – which continued to use Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital to train clinical psychologists. I and my friends were being threatened and harassed and the Welsh Office and Professor Robert Bluglass concealed the serious criminality of Dafydd, Tony Francis (Dr X) and Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE). The Tony Francis who used to tell people that he was at University in Cardiff whilst Kinnock was President of the Students Union. The Kinnock who married Glenys from Holyhead – where children in care were being abused – whose parents were involved with Labour politics in north Wales and were mates with Cledwyn Hughes, who was another major player in the concealing the cess-pit in north Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Of course Kinnock also knew that George Thomas – who by the time that Kinnock appointed Williams as Shadow Secretary had been Speaker of the House for years and was by then Lord Tonypandy – was molesting children and he’ll have known that Ron Davies was waiting to splatter everyone at some point when he hit the fan.

Before Williams was Shadow Secretary and after he was Shadow Secretary, the Shadow Secretary was the same person – paedophiles’ friend Barry Jones, now Lord Baz! Like Glenys, Lord Baz was a teacher from north Wales – Lord Baz was the NUT rep for a region in which a paedophile ring was in operation and ended up as Chancellor of Glyndwr University.

I am going to spend a bit of time going through all the events of the 80s and early 90s in north Wales to work out why Kinnock installed paedophiles’ friend Alan Williams as Shadow Secretary between July 1987 and Jan 1989, when paedophiles’ friend Lord Baz held the fort before and after. I suspect that it was something to do with Fergus Lowe and the dosh that he was extracting out of the Pathetic Sharks.

Alan Williams also had a direct link with the paedophiles of Gwynedd Social Services. Williams’s daughter Sian is a big name in ladies football. She was the manager of the Welsh Women’s team, 2000-03 and the manager for Watford Ladies, 2006-09. Sian knows Keith Fearns, who has run the ladies football team in north west Wales for many years! So Sian, what was Fearns really up to with the ‘ladies football team’ – the ladies in the team were nearly all trainee or junior social workers or probation officers – when they all used to chug off to unlikely places in Eastern Europe? The whole of north Wales were wondering what that was all about and there were many ribald references to Fearns’s harem. The only surprise is that we weren’t told that they were raising money for St David’s Hospice or Kidney Wales.

The Pathetic Sharks of Swansea will also know all about Nigel Evans, the Tory MP for the Ribble Valley who ended up on trial for a series of sex offences against young men. Nigel and his supporters maintained that it had all been harmless fun at ‘crazy crazy Westminster’ whilst everybody was completed bladdered, which Nigel admitted that he was most of the time. Nigel was acquitted of all charges. Nigel came from Swansea and once stood against Alan Williams.

No wonder we never heard a peep out of the Labour Party whilst children in care and psych patients were found dead in north Wales and when Dafydd was imprisoning victims of sex offenders in a dungeon at Denbigh.

Kinnock is in the Observer today bellyaching on about how Brexit is going to destroy the NHS and Jeremy Corbyn has to put a stop to it. The Kinnock whom Spitting Image used to take the piss out of by having his puppet campaigning by simply shouting ‘nurses’ down a megaphone repeatedly. Which just about summed up how Kinnock did campaign – being as thick as pig shit with no knowledge or credibility among any other group of people and under attack from many sections of his own party (I remember a friend who was a Labour activist saying in despair of Kinnock ‘he’s SUCH a wanker’), all he could do was bang on about the NHS and Nye Bevan, in the full knowledge that in north Wales the NHS was being run by a network of vicious gangsters, that people were dying as a result and that the NHS funds were disappearing as well.

You need to butt out Kinnock. You were a bloody disaster as leader, you knew that the Top Doctors in Walton Hospital allowed Michael Carr to die because he fought Militant (see post ‘News From Sicily’) and Militant ran that hospital – assisted by the paedophiles’ friends of course – and you still didn’t have the guts to address serious malpractice in the NHS. I cannot help noticing that you have chosen to bellow ‘nurses’ from the rooftops once more at a time when a survivor of Dafydd and the paedophiles has finally gone public.

Kinnock has also joined in the kicking of Jeremy Corbyn at a time when there are allegations that Jeremy, John McDonnell and Red Ken were agents of the communist Czech regime. I’ve haven’t had such a laugh for a long time – furthermore I can spot forged documents when I see them, I gained a lot of experience of that when I went through my medical files with a fine tooth comb with my lawyers. Jeremy, McDonnell and Ken did have dynamite info that would have been of use to Britain’s enemies – they knew that some of Thatcher’s closest friends and political aides were having sex with children who had been supplied to them by paedophile gangs operating within the social services, particularly in north Wales, the north east of England and in the London Boroughs of Lambeth, Islington, Wandsworth and Richmond-Upon-Thames. However, I really do think that the Communist spies will have wanted their info straight from the horse’s mouth – they’ll have been making friends with Peter Morrison, Norman St John Stevas et al and will have dressed up as elderly right wing paedophiles and joined in the sex parties, they won’t have wasted their time making friends with Jeremy and going on a CND march. I read this morning that the Czech spy has claimed that their sources were so good that they knew what Margaret Thatcher was going to be wearing – how the hell will Jeremy have known that??? On the other hand, perhaps he could have predicted that one – something expensive, ghastly, made by Aquascrotum with an enormous bow around the neck. Unless it was evening wear in which it was red chiffon…

I haven’t had time to read all the spy’s revelations, but I’m hoping to make time later.

As for the other person who was so pleased to see Geraint Davies arrive in Swansea West, Andrew Davies AM for Swansea West, 1999-11- he is now a Professor at Swansea University.

Davies was born in Hereford, but his mother was from Llandeilo and his father was from Holywell in Flintshire! So Andrew’s dad will have grown up around the paedophiles’ friends from north east Wales of a previous generation such as Ronnie Waterhouse, William Mars-Jones et al.

Davies went to Hereford Cathedral School and then to the university dominated by Rhodri Morgan’s family, Swansea, to train as a teacher. After Davies qualified he worked as a lecturer in FE, HE and continuing education – so he will have encountered the stupidities in these sectors that the rest of us have.

Davies was Chair of Swansea Labour Party, a member of the Welsh Executive Committee and a regional party official, 1984-91.

Andrew Davies thrived whilst Rhodri was FM. He was Chief Whip, 1999-2000 – at the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Davies was Minister for Assembly Business, 1999-02; Minister for Economic Development and then for Enterprise, Innovation and Networks, 2002-07; Minister for Social Justice and Public Service Delivery, 2007; Minister for Finance and Public Service Delivery, 2007-09.

Davies’s big break was considered to have been when he was made Minister for Economic Development in Feb 2002 – it was seen as Rhodri rewarding him for his loyalty and for managing Assembly Business. So what would Rhodri have been so grateful for in those years following the publication of the Waterhouse Report as the allegations of a huge cover-up regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and possible links to a paedophile ring in Westminster circulated?

It was in 2002 that the Hergest Unit came after me with a vengeance (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’) and the GMC resorted to forging letters from me (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’).

Andrew Davies will have known much about the paedophile gang in north Wales before Rhodri started promoting him to high office, but he certainly would have had access to every little detail in about 2002-03 – because Andrew Davies had an affair with Meri Huws aka the Crack of Doom! The Crack of Doom had worked as a community social worker for Gwynedd Social Services and she knew exactly what was happening to those kids and psych patients at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles…For the full details of Meri’s glorious rise to power, see post ‘Let Me Enlighten Lord Gnome…’. Furthermore, because the whole of Bangor University were roaring with laughter at the activities of Andrew Davies and Meri – the Crack of Doom was working at Bangor University at the time and everyone was taking bets on which senior inappropriate position Meri would be given as a result of pressure from her bedfellows in the Assembly – I am sure that Fungus spotted his chance and blackmailed a few more people.

An entertaining lecturer at Bangor predicted that Meri would eventually land a very senior job via her bedfellows in the Assembly and that the job would have a grand title but it would be in somewhere like Llantwit Major and Meri just would not see how laughable it was. Which was exactly what happened a few years later – and yes, the job was just down the road from Llantwit Major. Meri will never know how much entertainment that she provided for the oppressed of Bangor University – particularly when her office was burgled by persons unknown and papers were rifled through but nothing was stolen so Meri wasn’t that worried.

Meri, just how thick are you???

 

In the light of what I knew to be happening at Warlingham Park Hospital before it was shut down, I thought that I’d take a look at Geriant Davies’s predecessor as MP in Croydon Central. It was Sir Paul Beresford, a Tory who is a dentist – so he’ll have probably been mates with the Top Doctors killing their patients, fleecing them of money and property, fitting them up for very serious crimes and then packing them off to north Wales to the embrace of Dafydd and the paedophiles. But Beresford knew all about colluding with gangs of paedophile drug dealing Top Doctors – he was elected as a Wandsworth Councillor in 1978 and was leader of Wandsworth Council, 1983-92. The Wandsworth Council that employed the social workers who worked with St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital whilst those hospitals colluded with a paedophile gang in south London – one of whose members was Professor Oliver Brooke, Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s who was a major figure in a pan-European child porn ring and who was imprisoned in 1987. The same social workers also colluded with serious drugs offences with which the drug abuse team at St George’s/Springfield were involved (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and were in contact with Lucille Hughes of Gwynedd Social Services, Tony Francis and Dafydd – whilst their masters in the St George’s Academic Dept of Psychiatry concealed the criminal activities of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

What’s the betting that Fungus knew about that as well? No wonder everyone tripped over themselves to give him millions of pounds in research funding…

Paul Beresford is now the MP for Mole Valley – he succeeded the seat from Kenneth Baker in 1997 when Baker was given a peerage. The Kenneth Baker who was Thatch’s Home Secretary, 1990-92 – when it was all kicking off in north Wales and at St George’s…

I haven’t finished yet! It gets better. The MP for Croydon Central before Beresford was John Moore – Thatcher’s Secretary of State for Health and Social Services, 1987-89, right when Dafydd and the paedophiles were assaulting people, fitting them up and imprisoning them in dungeons and whilst Sir Peter Morrison – Minister for Energy responsible for oil – and Jimmy Savile were on the loose among the kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere.

John Moore was considered to have really screwed up at the Dept of Health – he incurred the wrath of the Top Doctors because of his determined efforts to privatise the NHS. Moore was an investment banker and stockbroker whose wife Sheila was American and they both had a touching faith that the solution to the NHS’s woes was to privatise it. The Top Doctors won’t have had ethical objections to this no matter what they told the general public – their noses were very firmly stuck in the trough that is Harley Street – but they knew that if Moore’s mates ran the NHS the Top Doctors would lose their power. Moore was destroyed – the health portfolio was removed from him in 1988 and was given to Ken Clarke. Who then held a battle with the BMA for many years, which ended in stalemate because all involved knew that the Top Doctors were facilitating a supply of children to Westminster and everyone would be behind bars of any of it ever got out (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’).

John Moore and his family lived in Wimbledon and he knew exactly how bloody dangerous his local hospital – St George’s – was. In 1987, Moore contracted bacterial pneumonia and used the services of the private Parkside Hospital in Wimbledon. The world went apeshit when it was revealed that the Health Secretary wouldn’t use the services of the NHS himself. Union leader Rodney Bickerstaffe was particularly critical. Bickerstaffe eventually became the General Secretary of UNISON, after a series of mergers – he had previously been a leading light in NALGO and NUPE. All the unions which Bickerstaffe led provided protection for members working with vulnerable people who had been accused of abusing those in their care. In north Wales, some members of the paedophile gang were actually reps for NUPE and NALGO. The General Secretary of COHSE – one of the unions which merged to form UNISON – was David Williams, a former nurse at the North Wales Hospital (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’). Rodney Bickerstaffe et al did of course sometimes use private medicine themselves – and if they were treated on the NHS they used their knowledge and contacts to ensure that they were not treated by the likes of Dafydd. Of course even politicians and union leaders are not entirely safe – just look at what happened to poor old Michael Carr. Which is why Mr Kinnock is currently screaming ‘nurses’ at the top of his voice – I mean Kinnock wouldn’t want the murdering bastards targeting him now would he. That was a fate only suitable for me and my friends…

NURSES Kinnock, NURSES – it was nurses who were locking the victims of the paedophile gang in the dungeon and perjuring themselves in court in order to send innocent people who had witnessed a bit too much to prison.

John Moore stood down from the Commons in 1992 and was given a peerage. Days after the General Election, the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by the firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’), so that was one less problem to deal with and a few of those who had concealed all the crap could sit in the Lords without having to worry too much.

Not that John Moore ever did very much in the Lords – in August 2011, the BBC reported that Moore had still not made his maiden speech. But he was there – which was most useful to Fungus and others who all knew why this disastrous former Minister doing bugger all was allowed to clutter up the Upper House.

I can remember the private Parkside Hospital in Wimbledon from my days working at St George’s. The Parkside advertised for lab staff and I was in need of extra money so I considered applying to do a few extra hours on Saturdays with them. I mentioned this to David Hole – the corrupt MSF rep at St George’s, only at that point I didn’t realise that St George’s and MSF were colluding with a bunch of organised criminals – and he got very very nasty with me. First he tried to tell me not to apply because it would be unfair to moonlight in the private sector. So explained that I was intending to apply for a few hours at the weekend, so it wouldn’t impinge on my work at St George’s at all. Then Hole snapped that I wasn’t suitable qualified for the work that had been advertised – I pointed out that training in the new techniques was being offered. Hole yelled ‘well no-one here will give you a reference to work in THAT place’.

At the time I wondered if perhaps Hole really did imagine that I was going to disappear during working hours and nip off down the road to carry out work that I didn’t have experience of. But now I know the enormity of the crimes that were being carried out at St George’s – crimes that Hole and MSF knew all about – I am wondering why he was so worried about the prospect of me working at Parkside. That I might escape their plans to wreck my career at St George’s? That I might mention to people at Parkside just what was happening at St George’s when I eventually found out about it? Or that I might bump into someone like John Moore?

Fancy adding that to your police statement then Hole? Because whatever your motives were, they will not have been noble.

 

I have been meaning for a while to write more about a Pathetic Shark whom I have mentioned previously on this blog but not very often – I have just discovered that this particular Pathetic Shark died last month, so I’ll pay my respects here to Edfyned Hudson Davies, Labour MP for Conwy, 1966-70 and then for Caerphilly, 1979-83.

Edfyned Hudson Davies was born in Llanelli. His father was a Congregationalist Minister who was then called to Bangor when Hudson Davies was still a child and the family relocated. Hudson Davies went to Friars School in Bangor, which provided such a good start for so many of the future paedophiles’ friends whilst at the same time making life even more unbearable for the victims of the paedophiles themselves. The family then moved back down south and Hudson Davies finished his schooling at Dynevor Grammar School before going on to University College Swansea and then to Balliol College for postgrad work.

In 1957 Hudson Davies took up a lecturing job at Aberystwyth University and then began lecturing at the Welsh College of Advanced Technology in Cardiff (which later became UWIST and then Cardiff University) in 1961. At the same time as working as an academic, Hudson Davies maintained a broadcasting career with BBC Wales.

Hudson Davies joined the Labour Party when he was 18 and was selected to stand as the candidate for Conwy at the 1966 General Election. Conwy was a highly marginal seat and Hudson Davies did win it but only by approx 500 votes. He lost the seat again in the General Election of 1970 when one of the best friends that Dafydd and the paedophiles ever had, Wyn Roberts, won the seat for the Conservatives with a majority of just over 900.

Hudson Davies returned to working for the BBC and also studied for the Bar. However in 1976 the dreadful John Morris – a barrister and Secretary of State for Wales who concealed very serious crimes in north Wales indeed on the part of Dafydd and the paedophiles and who when Blair became PM was rewarded with the job of Attorney General – appointed Hudson Davies as Chairman of the Wales Tourist Board.

Hudson Davies however really wanted to be back in the Commons and he was selected to stand as the Labour candidate for Caerphilly in the 1979 General Election. He won by more than 18,000 votes but in Nov 1981 announced that he would not be seeking re-selection as a Labour candidate and joined Dr Death in the SDP a few weeks later – the Dr Death who personally knew some of the Top Doctors who were paedophiles’ friends in north Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’).

Hudson Davies knew that he’d never hold the Caerphilly seat under Dr Death’s banner, so in the 1983 General Election he contested Basingstoke for the SDP but lost.  Hudson Davies found new pursuits – he became heavily involved in commercial radio in Hampshire, was Director of the New Forest Enterprise Centre and Chairman of a Museum Trust in the New Forest as well as a few other things.

In 2002-03 Hudson Davies was Commodore of the Royal Welsh Yacht Club in Caernarfon. What can have caused him to stick another finger in a north Wales pie after 30 years elsewhere – not so long after the Waterhouse Report was published either, just when the Hergest Unit tried so hard to frame me for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ and were gloatingly telling anyone who would listen that I’d be going to prison for seven years (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

Like so many paedophiles’ friends, Hudson Davies constructed himself as a Welsh language champ – paedophiles’ friends are always Welsh language champions or people who care about children and want to empower wimmin.

Hudson Davies stated that he was impressed with Prince Charles learning Welsh and maintained that in doing so Charles had done more for the language than those who ‘daub road signs’ – I think he was talking about you Dafydd Iwan, before you moved onto greater things such as writing tribute songs to Dafydd Alun Jones. Hudson Davies persuaded Labour Ministers to produce vehicle licence applications in Welsh and to ensure that those applications could be handled at any PO. In 1971 Hudson Davies ensured that tax returns could be completed in Welsh. Hudson Davies was known to have achieved these things in the face of a lack of sympathy for these causes – now however did he manage to twist those arms? He was also an early advocate for Welsh devolution, as long ago as 1968 – when the Welsh Office had George Thomas the child molester sitting inside it as Secretary of State at the time as well as God knows how many corrupt civil servants all working very hard to bury the dirt.

Hudson Davies had a sideline as a popular bilingual after dinner speaker and had celeb friends. Alongside his obituary, The Daily Telegraph published a nice photo of Hudson Davies in the company of actors Bill Wallis and Myvanwy Jenn. Bill Wallis starred in ‘Doctor At Large’, ‘Yes Prime Minister’ and the ‘The Whistle Blower’. He appeared in the first episode of ITV’s Midsomer Murders driving a MORGAN sports car. Among many other roles Wallis also played Ploppy the Jailer in Blackadder II. Myvanwy Jenn most appropriately starred in Z Cars and played the Nurse in ‘Play It Hot, Play It Cool’. If only I’d discovered these two a few years ago whilst Bill was still alive and Myvanwy still in her prime, I could have written both of them into my bedroom farce ‘Let Sleeping Paedophiles Lie, There’s A Sex Offending Doctor In My Soup’ – it’s set in a dungeon with a double bed and a wardrobe in which Dafydd can hide when Neil Davies comes into the dungeon looking for him, then Neil Davies leaves the dungeon, Dafydd comes out of the wardrobe, but Peter Higson comes in, so Dafydd has to get back into the wardrobe again – you get the gist…

‘We didn’t know!!!’

Until 1994 Hudson Davies was married to Amanda Barker Mill, a member of a fine old British family who can trace their pedigree back hundreds of years. The Barker Mill clan run a big charitable foundation giving money to worthy causes.

No wonder my friends and I had people trying to kill us, trying to have us imprisoned and wrecking our careers – what would have happened if Hudson Davies and his celeb wife and friends had been exposed as knowing about a gang of paedophiles who had killed their victims?

Hudson Davies knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance if he stood as an SDP candidate in Caerphilly, it was a safe Labour seat. The Labour candidate who had been selected for Caerphilly to fight the 1983 General Election was of course Ron Davies – whom Blair was preparing to install as Wales’s FM until he was found without his trousers in Clapham Common in the company of Boogie the male prostitute (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Ron was selected  for Caerphilly whilst Michael Foot was leader of the Labour Party – Ron had been busy in the south Wales Labour Party for years and had obviously ingratiated himself to the right people although it must have been obvious that there could be trouble ahead… I have no time for the pillock that is Neil Kinnock, but the Labour Party in south Wales had tolerated a great deal of bad behaviour – the very presence of George Thomas testifies to that – before Kinnock ever got near the leadership. There was much dysfunction around Michael Foot, who was leader between Nov 1980-Oct 83.

Foot was completely trashed by the right wing press – insults were thrown at him regarding his age and the fact that he dared use a walking stick and of course he was memorably termed ‘Worzel Gummidge’ following an appearance at the Cenotaph when he was (wrongly) said to have rolled up wearing a Donkey jacket. It was fairly obvious that Worzel would never have been given a fair hearing by the UK press at that time. I was always aware that Foot had a great deal more intellectual credibility than Thatcher, but I didn’t realise until more recently that Michael Foot knew about some very sordid things and employed Fungus-like methods to ensure that none of it ever found its way into the press – he reminded the press that he had a great deal of shit on some of the press barons and that if a word about certain matters was ever published a few other things would be made public as well.

Foot married the film-maker Jill Craigie, but when he first began a relationship with her Jill was still married to someone else. Foot claimed that they made ‘excellent use’ of the Hampstead Heath hedgerow shelters during the early days of their courtship and during one summer Parliamentary recess, they went on holiday together to the French Riviera. When they returned to the UK, Craigie found a crowd of reporters outside her home in Hampstead demanding information. Foot issued a statement saying ‘Michael Foot offers his fraternal greetings to his fellow journalists and the reminder that, if anything appears in the newspapers about his visit to France, he will be happy to reveal his latest information about the love affairs of Lord Beaverbrook, Lord Rothermere and a select list of other newspaper proprietors’.

I can see the logic behind this – indeed I once told Alun Davies that if he lay with dogs he was going to catch fleas. Not that Davies heeded the warning – he carried on cavorting with Dafydd and the paedophiles and just look what’s happened Davies….However the problem was that Foot and others were keeping quiet about things that should not have been kept quiet about – like George Thomas and a gang of paedophiles in north Wales for example. Foot will have known about Dafydd as well – Foot might have been more left wing that Callaghan and co but he had been the MP for Blaenau Gwent since 1960 after succeeding Nye Bevan. Of course he’ll have known about Dafydd and the cover-up that the Welsh Office had undertaken from its very establishment. Foot had also spent years working as a journalist -Nye Bevan personally recommended him to Lord Beaverbrook. Foot will have had dirt on absolutely everyone.

There was also a lot of dirt that other people had on Foot. When he was young he was known to have been quite promiscuous, but I read something recently which suggested that Foot’s taste might have extended further than young women. In the Indie’s obituary of Jill Craigie, she was quoted as having told Foot that if he ever had ‘extra needs’, she didn’t want to know but ‘even more importantly I don’t want anyone else to know. That’s the price you have to pay’. She also remarked that Foot was ‘pretty secretive’. I’ve always been of the opinion that this sort of arrangement between consenting adults is nothing to do with anyone else, but there is plenty of evidence that Foot knew about and ignored some very unpleasant things that were not between consenting adults.

Craigie herself was subjected to a violent rape by Arthur Koestler in 1952 – he tried to throttle her as well – and did not feel able to tell Foot for decades. Koestler had an intellectual following and hung out with the beautiful people, but the beautiful people also knew that he was violently sexually assaulting women. Koestler attacked Dick Crossman’s wife – Crossman knew about it and told a number of other people. Just after the war Koestler and Mamaine Paget lived in a cottage belonging to Clough Williams-Ellis near Croesor in north Wales. They were part of the group of intellectuals and artists who were attracted to the valley at that time because of their friendship with Clough. The group included Bertrand Russell who was highly abusive to members of his family as well as to other people (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’) – not that this was broadcast because well, he was Bertrand Russell.

Koestler died in 1983, in a suicide pact with his wife. Koestler was quite discredited by this time and there was very great concern that he had coerced his wife into dying with him – she was much younger than Koestler at only 55 yrs, was in good health but was completely dominated by him. Koestler had an interest in what he called parapsychology and left behind a substantial quantity of money for an endowed Chair. Oxford, Cambridge, King’s College London and UCL all rejected the offer because Koestler was known to be such a sleazebag – but nonetheless the money still didn’t end up going to a good cause, Edinburgh University snapped it up.

Craigie’s obituary stated that she became pregnant at one point and that Foot ‘acquised’ regarding her having an abortion, a decision that she regretted after they were married because she never conceived again. Knowing how history is rewritten by the winners, I cannot help wondering whether it was Foot who ‘acquised’ or Jill.

What with George Thomas one the loose, Michael Foot and his ‘extra needs’, a young Ron Davies who would do anything to one day become Someone Big and people as dim as Neil Kinnock and Rhodri fancying themselves as leaders of men and Bertrand Russell saving us all from nuclear annihilation, it is hardly surprising that Dafydd and the paedophiles were never short of business. What ever would Czech spies want with Jeremy Corbyn when they could have gone to live in Wales??

Foot’s portrait was painted by Robert Lenkiewicz and hangs in Portcullis House. Lenkiewicz caused a stir wherever he went because he did have a habit of confronting his detractors with a few things that they did not like being reminded of. He ended up living in Plymouth and hit the headlines after he painted a mural featuring a number of people from High Society in Plymouth having sex with each other – I seem to remember that the mural featured a Top Doctor and the Mayor. They went apeshit and demanded that Lenkiewicz paint it out but he refused to. Then there was more trouble when Lenkiewicz preserved the body of a tramp called Diogenes with whom he’d been friends – he did have permission from Diogenes to do this, Diogenes wanted to be embalmed – and refused to tell anyone where he had put Diogenes. Whilst all this was going on, I was lucky enough to find myself sitting next to one of Lenkiewicz’s muses on a train journey down to the west country, so I heard about what was actually happening in Plymouth, rather than what the people who had been so enraged by Lenkiewicz told the press was happening.

Foot himself came from Plymouth, his father Isaac was a solicitor there. Foot was the Labour MP for Plymouth Sutton, 1945-52 – he succeeded the seat after Nancy Astor, so he’ll have been party to a lot of matters that a lot of people would rather remained out of the press on those grounds alone (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

I very much doubt whether anyone will ever find out much of what Michael Foot did or didn’t get up to. Foot’s authorised biography was written by Lord K.O. Morgan – Lord Ken also wrote the hagiography of Foot in the Indie when Foot died in 2010. Lord Ken – the former Vice-Chancellor of Aberystwyth University – knows a great deal about the paedophiles’ friends himself, as did his late wife Jane (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Foot authored a biography of Jonathan Swift entitled ‘Guilty Men’.

 

Many years ago, after being arrested yet again on ridiculous trumped up charges, a very nice young policewoman in Bangor Police Station told me to get out of Wales because although she knew that I was trying to expose some pretty dreadful people, ‘you don’t know how high this goes’. She told me that I would never ever beat them and that there was just so many of them…

Well Lord Kinnock, you just carry on yelling ‘nurses’ to reassure all the Pathetic Sharks, because I’ll be naming some more very soon – there are so many that I don’t want to deal with them all in this post.

Has anyone noticed who I haven’t named yet???

As they always say to finish off the cartoon in Viz magazine – THESE SHARKS ARE CRAP.

 

The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…

Thanks to my correspondent Lydia for bringing my attention to yet another leading light in psychiatry in Wales – Kenneth Rawnsley, who was Professor of Psychological Medicine at Cardiff, 1964-85. Not only did Prof Ken know all about Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles, but he was the man who gave Dafydd’s therapeutic community in the cellar of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh the official stamp of approval and who reassured everyone that standards at Denbigh were fine. Ken did this whilst all those folk who had dared challenge the paedophiles and their friends were illegally imprisoned in Denbigh and whilst the elderly lady Mary was still locked inside that place for no other reason than 60 years previously she had given birth without being married (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Ken also taught Tony Francis (Dr X) and was the ultimate boss of the team that Francis worked in when Francis worked in Cardiff. Ken was President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, 1981-84.

Rawnsley was born in Halifax, went to Burnley Grammar School and then Manchester University where he qualified in 1948. He worked as a house physician to Robert – later Lord – Platt (see post ‘The Creme de la Creme’) in 1949 at Manchester Royal Infirmary. The Royal College of Physicians website’s section on ‘Lives of the Fellows’ tells us that there was a ‘galaxy of gifted young men’ –  yet another galaxy of Top Doctors – working under Platt at the time, one of whom was Douglas Black. Black  later became President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1977-83 and authored the Black Report on inequalities which pissed Thatcher off so much. Although Platt’s first wife Muriel had been a psychiatrist, Platt tried to persuade Rawnsley not to go into psychiatry because it simply wasn’t considered an option for capable people.

Rawnsley nonetheless pursued psychiatric training at Manchester’s Academic Dept of Psychiatry under Professor Edward Anderson. Anderson had spent the early part of his career in Germany and was influenced by Kurt Schneider and Karl Jaspers. Anderson been taught in the tradition of European psychological phenomenology and as well as in the psychology of Adolf Meyer. He had also worked as a consultant at the Maudsley.

Others who worked in Anderson’s team whom Rawnsley knew included: William Trethowan who was at that time a lecturer; Jack Kenna, a lecturer in clinical psychology; May Irvine, a lecturer in psychiatric social work; Lawton Tonge, a registrar.

William Trethowan became a very senior figure in psychiatry. His father had been an orthopaedic surgeon at Guys and died when Trethowan was 16. After his father’s death, Trethowan’s mother enrolled as  medical student – Trethowan and his mother graduated on the same day.

Trethowan went to Oundle School and then Clare College, Cambridge. At Cambridge he was musical director of Footlights. Trethowan graduated from Guys in 1943 and married the actress Pam Waters. After service in the RAMC, he worked as  psychiatric registrar at the Maudsley, 1948-50. Trethowan then spent a year as a psychiatric resident in Massachusetts General Hospital, Harvard and spent the years 1951-56 as a lecturer and then senior lecturer at Manchester University, where Rawnsley got to know him. Trethowan was appointed Professor of Psychiatry at the University of Sydney in 1956. In 1962 he returned to the UK as Professor of Psychiatry at the University of Birmingham after being head hunted, where he remained until he retired in 1982. Trethowan spent 8 years as the Dean of Medicine at Birmingham. Whilst at Birmingham Trethowan was a colleague of Robert Bluglass who concealed the criminality of the north Wales mental health services in 1988, more of which later on in this post.

Trethowan was an advisor in psychiatry to the DHSS, 1964-78 and Chaired the Standing Mental Health Advisory Committee, 1968-74. He Chaired the Advisory Committee which was set up to establish the Chinese University of Hong Kong, 1976-86.

Trethowan’s  obituary stated that he did much to improve standards in psychiatry and ‘worked both in committee and behind the scenes to ensure that the new college [Royal College of Psychiatrists] would reach the highest standards of professional excellence’. Just how successful Trethowan was in this we shall soon see. Trethowan was the first Chief Examiner of the Royal College and ‘almost single-handedly’ set up the exam for membership.

Trethowan was a member of the GMC and for a while its Treasurer. Trethowan was a member of the GMC panel who in 1970 allowed the paedophile child psychiatrist Dr Morris Fraser to continue to practice. Fraser was later convicted of child sexual abuse. The GMC legal officer for the case was Sir Patrick Mayhew, who years later in his capacity as Attorney General authorised two prosecutions against me for contempt of court on the basis of the perjury of members of staff employed by the north Wales mental health services.

Mayhew was Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1992-97. He was appointed days before that petrol bomb killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs’). Whilst in post, Mayhew was one of many who concealed the abuse scandal at the Kincora Boys Home in Belfast, which was said to involve members of the British Army as well as Whitehall figures. Morris Fraser was involved with Kincora.

In the 1970s Jack Kenna who was then based at Gaskell House at Manchester Royal Infirmary worked with psychiatrist Professor David Goldberg at Withington Hospital on gender reassignment. They only treated a very small number of people and were consistent with most of their peers in viewing gender reassignment cases as rare interesting specimens.

William Lawton Tonge was a psychiatrist who graduated from Manchester University in 1948. He worked at Manchester Royal Infirmary and Holloway Sanatorium and then was appointed registrar to the dept of psychiatry at Manchester Royal Infirmary in 1951. Tonge worked at the MRC Unit for Research into Social Psychiatry and was then appointed consultant psychiatrist at Sheffield Royal Infirmary.

Tonge was Deputy Medical Superintendent of the private Cheadle Royal Hospital near Manchester and a member of the Society for the Study of Addiction.

Tonge carried out a lot of work on ‘problem families’ in which he sought to identify a common psychological maladjustment in such families whose principal problem was poverty.

There is a Lawton Tonge House in Sheffield which houses Sheffield MIND – but then MIND named one of their buildings William Bingley House.

Rawnsley remembered Anderson’s ‘deep rooted humanity and compassion’. Yet in an interview with Brian Barraclough published in the Psychiatric Bulletin in 1988, Rawnsley clearly stated that although Anderson was interested in phenomenological formulation and diagnosis, ‘treatment was not high on the agenda’ – indeed that Anderson was  a ‘therapeutic nihilist’. Anderson had been appointed as the first Professor of Psychiatry at Manchester in 1949, when Manchester was a ‘psychiatric wilderness’. By 1951 Anderson was using ECT, leucotomy, insulin coma and modified insulin therapy, but he had no ‘modern psychotropic drugs’. Rawnsley stated that in Anderson’s dept the only ‘psychotherapy in vogue was supportive therapy…valuable in the management of chronic personality problems’.

The notion of ‘chronic personality problems’ is a favourite one of particularly abusive Top Doctors. Dafydd, Tony Francis, Neil Davies and Tony Roberts found their clinics heaving with patients with chronic personality problems, as I’m sure did those concealing their wrongdoing at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital. These were the patients who had dared question them or even complain who then found themselves threatened, abused and finally refused treatment. Some of these patients had no problems in their relationships with the rest of the world and some managed to have successful careers and families. The only people with whom they had problems were the Top Doctors and they were therefore deemed to have chronic personality problems.

It is clear from Rawnsley’s interview with Barraclough that Anderson and indeed Rawnsley himself did not view patients as people to be helped. They were there to be experimented upon by these men of science – who were not actually accepted as being men of science in any way by other men of science like Robert Platt. Rawnsley mentions that there was no hospital attached to the Academic Unit at Manchester, just a small number of beds – where the patients were shocked and lobotomised and put into comas. Anderson et al had some beds at the private Cheadle Royal Hospital and I suspect that was where the psychotherapy for those with chronic personality problems took place. God help you if you were one of the NHS patients, it was medical experiments and psychosurgery for you.

Anderson and Rawnsley gave some patients LSD ‘not because we thought it would do them any good but we wanted to see whether a schizophrenic patient could distinguish between the disturbances produced by LSD and the endogenous disturbance’.  Anderson and Rawnsley published the results, although Rawnsley admitted to Barraclough that giving patients LSD was   ‘on reflection’ ‘not a good thing to do’. I very much doubt that he ever fessed that up to the patients whom he’d dosed.

Rawnsley and Anderson took LSD themselves – it was very new, having only been synthesized by Hofman in 1943 – because ‘it sounded interesting’. Others in their dept took it as well, including Bob Mowbray a clinical psychologist, Dr Paul Scott and the departmental secretary Doris Bee. Not that this was a problem – there was huge interest in LSD at the time, no-one had ever come across anything like it and of course curious people would have given it a go, I certainly would have. What interests me is that Rawnsley and co all described stereotypical acid trips which then ended very badly and decided ‘never again’ – Brian Barraclough also admitted to trying LSD but concluding that it was dangerous – but Rawnsley and Anderson then gave it to patients regardless to see what would happen. Rawnsley was not a man bothered by self doubt – if he had decided ‘on reflection’ that giving patients LSD had not been a good idea, it was probably because he’d done them great damage.

Rawnsley also took mescaline and was in contact with Dr Joel Elkes. Joel Elkes ran a unit Birmingham University in which he experimented extensively with LSD. The treatment unit was established in 1958 at Potwick Hospital in Worcestershire. Over the next 10 years more than 15,000 doses of LSD were given to some 900 patients. Joel Elkes was involved in the CIA ‘mind control’ experiments with US doctors such as Lauretta Bender. Bender was responsible for some serious atrocities such as subjecting children as young as five and six to LSD experiments and ECT without anaesthetic or muscle relaxants which resulted in fractured vertebrae. One child who was the subject of the CIA experiments lived to tale the tale and qualified as an attorney when she was an adult. She tried to publish an account of what had been done to her and was told by the CIA that her career would be ended if she did. She later published under a pseudonym. Elkes also had links to the Pentagon as well as to MI6. It has been alleged that Potwick was partly funded by the CIA, MI6 and the Macy Foundation – somehow Elkes raised $75,000 over ten years to help run it. Elke’s Birmingham University unit was founded with a $84,000 Rockefeller grant and the local Health Authority paid for its upkeep and running costs. Years later there were a number of successful court cases against Potwick Hospital brought by patients who had been the subjects of experimentation. In 1968 Potwick Hospital was the star of a World In Action investigative documentary revealing appalling abuse and neglect of elderly patients. The scandal led to Potwick being the first institution to be selected for closure under the community care programme – the last patients were discharged from Potwick in 1989.

Kenneth Rawnsley left the Manchester University dept in 1953 and Anderson left in 1965. Anderson moved to Sussex and became a Lord Chancellor’s visitor.

In 1954 Rawnsley went to work at the Maudsley, where he joined Dr Denis Leigh in the Psychotherapy Unit. It might have been a psychotherapy unit but on his first day Rawnsley was sent by Leigh to a mortuary in the East End of London to collect the brain of one of Leigh’s patients whom Leigh had heard had died. Rawnsley was dispatched with a biscuit tin in which to transport the brain and ended up having a ‘tussle with the pathologist’ who did not want to hand it over. Rawnsley won the fight over the brain and it was taken to the Maudsley by Rawnsley via a tram journey, obviously without the knowledge of the relatives of the person whose brain it was.

Denis Leigh went to Hulme Grammar School and qualified at Manchester University in 1939. He then worked as  a house surgeon to Geoffrey Jefferson, a leading neurosurgeon. During World War II Leigh was a regimental medical officer after which he specialised in neurology. Leigh worked at the Oxford Head Injury Centre and also worked as an advisor in neurology in the Eastern Army in India. Leigh retained his links to the British Army and was an honorary consultant to the Army until 1980.

After demobilisation Leigh worked in the neurology dept of the London Hospital with Lord Brain and George Redditch.

Leigh then spent 18 months as a registrar at the Maudsley where he trained with Eric Huffman and C. P. Blacker. Carl Blacker was involved in a bizarre plan to inseminate a patient with the sperm of King George VI – see post ‘The King’s Sperm’. Leigh followed that up with one year at Harvard as a Clinical Fellow.

Leigh did not have a qualification in psychiatry, he called himself a consultant physician and always wore a white coat at work.

In 1948 Leigh became a consultant at the Bethlem Royal and Maudsley Hospitals. He was a Governor of the Maudsley and Chair of the Medical Committee there.

Denis Leigh was yet another person with an interest in psychosomatic medicine and he published with Ted Marley on psychosomatic aspects of bronchial asthma. Leigh also translated a volume concerning psychosomatic methods in painless childbirth. If one has the sort of asthma or birth that can be managed by psychological efforts this sort of work is very helpful but I suspect that if one didn’t Dr Leigh would resort to shouting accusations about malingering.

Leigh was also constructed as a forensic and medico-legal expert. He ran a big Harley Street pratice and worked as an expert witness in personal injury claims before the civil courts until just before he died in 1988.

Denis Leigh was someone who as an ‘independent psychiatrist’ assessed accused prisoners in the late 1950s/early 1960s and one of those assessed by Leigh was Guentha Podola in 1959. Podola was accused of murdering a policeman. Not only did Podola maintain that  he suffered from amnesia and had no memory of the alleged murder, but there were allegations that the policeman had assaulted Podola. Leigh gave evidence that Podola was feigning amnesia and Podola was hung.

Denis Leigh also gave evidence for the prosecution in the Lady Chatterley’s Lover trial, but the failure of that prosecution was blamed on the mad old barrister Mervyn Griffiths-Jones rather than the mad old expert witness.

Leigh gave evidence in support of the civil case brought by IRA suspect Sean McKenna. In 1971 McKenna was one of the ‘hooded men’ who was interned and tortured by the RUC Special Branch under the instructions of the British Army as part  of Operation Demetrius. Lord Carrington, the Secretary of State for Defence in Heath’s Gov’t, knew about the torture of IRA suspects and supported it, just as he and others knew about the abuse of children in the Kincora Boys Home in Belfast by Whitehall figures and members of the British Army and concealed it.

Sean McKenna brought a civil claim and in 1975 at he request of the Crown Solicitors Leigh examined McKenna. Leigh agreed that at the time of his torture McKenna had a pre-existing heart condition which was known about and that McKenna’s torture at the hands of the RUC had caused him serious damage. McKenna died days after being examined by Leigh. The Pat Finucane Centre holds documents relating to this case and there is the letter that Leigh wrote to an S. Noel Rea Esq at the Chief Counsel’s Office at the Royal Courts of Justice (Ulster). Leigh mentions that McKenna died days after he examined him and that how fortunate it was for Leigh that McKenna hadn’t died just a couple of days previously within hours of Leigh having seen him.

In 2015 The Irish Times carried a news article stating that the human rights lawyer Amal Clooney was part of a team led by Ben Emerson QC who were hoping to re-open the case of McKenna and the other hooded men. Amal Clooney works at Doughty Street Chambers, as does Helena Kennedy.

Kennedy has used the services of Professor Nigel Eastman at St George’s Hospital Medical School for many of her cases and she acknowledges him in one of her books (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). Eastman was one of those who was faced with evidence of Dafydd’s criminality in 1991 but who remained silent. Kennedy was involved with the charity WISH (Women In Special Hospitals) and undoubtedly knew that some of the women in those places had been abused as children in care and whilst in the mental health system but did not say a word, even when Jimmy Savile was put in charge of Broadmoor. Kennedy was also involved with the case of Emma Humphreys who died shortly after being released from prison on appeal when represented by Kennedy. Emma died in inexplicable circumstances about which Kennedy has also remained quiet.

Theodore Huckle also works at Doughty Street. Whilst Theo was Counsel General for Wales he was given access to all the documents now in my posession which contain written evidence of serious criminal activities on the part of Top Doctors, Angels, NHS managers, the social services, probation officers, police officers, lawyers, judges, the Mental Health Act Commission and others. Theo made no comment about any of it and stated that there was no evidence that I had ever been treated negligently (see post ‘Theo Huckle QC’).

Ben Emerson QC is one of the barristers who resigned from IICSA (the Independent Inquiry Into Child Sexual Abuse) after allegations of unacceptable conduct were made against him.

The National Archives also holds a report compiled by Denis Leigh which is embargoed for decades to come – there is no indication as to what this report is about.

It is highly likely that as well as knowing Dafydd from the Maudsley that Denis Leigh knew the neurosurgeon Sir Charles Evans, who later became Principal of UCNW (Bangor University). Evans trained in neurosurgery at Oxford and neurosurgery is a small and exclusive business. Evans was just three years younger than Leigh. When Evans ran UCNW he employed the paedophiles’ friends as social work and clinical psychology tutors, used the services of Gwynne the lobotomist and the corrupt GP David Wood in the Student Health Centre and allowed Dafydd to dictate what went on in the psychology dept (see ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Sir Charles Evans was a member of the team which conquered Everest in 1953 – the leader of the team was John Hunt. John Hunt spent his career in Military Intelligence and wrote the Hunt Report as  result of his advisory work on policing in N Ireland. The Hunt Report recommended the creation of a military reserve – the result was the UDR which was infiltrated by paramilitaries who accessed weapons to murder Catholics.

Volunteers for the UDR were vetted by British Army Intelligence and the RUC Special Branch. The security services will have known which UDR volunteers were murderers, in exactly the same way that they knew that Jimmy Savile was a paedophile, as was Sir Peter Morrison and that Dafydd and co were running a paedophile gang. It has been acknowledged that there was a policy to kill members of the IRA anyway and no doubt Dafydd and his atrocities were concealed on the basis of a Lord Denning argument – that this is so bad we must not admit that it’s going on. Which is not a sensible approach to take towards someone like Dafydd, it wasn’t as if he was going to stop running a crime empire or go away.

That will be how Dafydd was propped up by the Army and the security services.

Leigh was Secretary General of the World Psychiatric Association, 1966-78 and opposed many of his colleagues in arguing against the expulsion of the Soviet Union from the WPA on the grounds of political dissidents in the USSR being held in mental hospitals.

One of Leigh’s colleagues remembered that Leigh’ s guiding principal was that ‘ethics must guide all we do in psychiatry’. Denis’s Royal College of Psychiatrists obituary – written by a Peter Noble – stated that it would be for ‘his warmth and kindness as a doctor and teacher that he will be most fondly remembered’.

Denis had a son, Nigel, who inherited Denis’s propensity to be  a Top Doctor. Professor Nigel Leigh is the Professor of Neurology at Brighton and Sussex Medical School. Nigel studied medicine at the London Hospital and subsequently worked at the institutions who for years did a fine job of concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends – Southampton University Medical School, St George’s and the Atkinson Morley. In 1989 Nigel Leigh bagged the Chair in Clinical Neurology at the Institute of Psychiatry. He was also honorary consultant at King’ s College Hospitals NHS Trust and the South London and Maudsley NHS Trust. In 1990 Nigel Leigh set up one of the first multi-professional clinics within the NHS for MND (motor neurone disease) offering both medical treatment and therapies on an outpatients basis.

In 2008 BBC News reported that Nigel Leigh’s team were researching the use of lithium for the treatment of MND. Nigel Leigh and Professor Steve Field the then President of the Royal College of General Practitioners stressed that lithium was very toxic, had serious side effects such as kidney damage and that patients mustn’t just try it out for themselves outside of the clinical trial.

At the Hergest Unit patients with a variety of diagnoses were liberally prescribed lithium. Yes, it was explained that lithium was toxic and therefore patients would need regular blood tests to ensure the level of lithium in their blood wasn’t reaching a dangerous level. However, the results often weren’t returned from the labs but the prescribing simply continued regardless. Furthermore the labs at Ysbyty Gwynedd were in chaos anyway, so no-one could ever have been certain what anybody’s lithium levels were. The patients were all at risk and the Top Doctors knew it.

Ted Marley was also a member of Denis Leigh’s team whilst Rawnsley worked there. I have found one reference to Ted Marley being involved with sex therapy but apart from that he left no trace behind him.

Among all the grandiose pompousing, Rawnsley observed that at the Maudsley there was a ‘feeling of uneasiness and uncertainty among many of the trainees…level of information coming out of the ‘oracles’ was not terribly high. People didn’t know what their future was going to be. And they worried about it’.

  • I have heard this again and again from people in medicine. Students in the early years of medical school imagine that the day that they qualify will mean the end of the crap, but as a friend of mine from school told me when she was in her first year as a house officer, it is just the beginning. That friend studied medicine at Cardiff. She told me that none of the students wanted to go into psychiatry after having completed their psych block and that none of them wanted placements in north Wales for anything because the stories about medical practice in north Wales – particularly Bangor- from returning students were just so grim. Junior doctors are retained on short term contracts and are entirely dependent upon the reference from their last boss for their next job. One step out of line and they are finished – they all know it. If you are a student or junior doctor and you find out that someone is shagging and killing their patients or running a paedophile ring, you just stay well away. When I worked at St George’s I noticed that the other doctors and medical students had a very low opinion of the psychiatrists at Springfield  – they were deemed to be mad and incompetent…

Rawnsley spent six months bonding with Denis Leigh and very probably Dafydd himself because Dafydd did a stint training as a ‘psychotherapist’ at the Maudsley at the knee of Dr Bob Hobson and it will have been in the late 50s or early 60s. Bob Hobson’s right hand man at the Maudsley Russell Meares has written much about borderline personality disorder and is now a leading light at the University of Sydney in Australia. What Bob Hobson and Russell Meares turned a blind eye to with regard to their two ‘trainees’ Dafydd and Tony Francis was so bad that there will be a blog post special on Hobson and Meares coming soon. You should have raised the alarm Meares and you know it. After Rawnsley spent a short time working with the silly fuckers who unleashed two quite deranged criminals onto north Wales, he moved to the Professorial Unit at the Maudsley to work with David Davies.

David Davies was the Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry/Maudsley, 1950-66. Davies went to St John’s College Oxford and then did his clinical training at Manchester, qualifying in 1936. He spent some time in the RAMC, arrived at the Maudsley in 1946 and remained there until his retirement in 1976. Davies’s obituaries described him as having been crucially involved with the fortunes of the Bethlem Royal and the Maudsley Hospitals and with the post-war development of the Institute of Psychiatry. He was a consultant at the joint hospitals from 1946. We are told that Davies turned Aubrey Lewis’s ‘vision of a centre of excellence into a reality’ and that Lewis had ‘an ideal of eclectic scholarship and insistence on high standards of patient care’.

Davies carried out work on alcoholism and in 1962 his ‘international reputation in this field was borne overnight’ when Davies published a short paper on seven alcohol addicts who all allegedly returned to normal drinking. This was a ‘revolutionary claim’ because until then it had been believed that ‘once an alcoholic always an alcoholic’. There was a snag though. Not only did subsequent research suggest that some of Davies’ s findings ‘were faulty’ but not all of his sample were alcohol dependent.

So Davies drew erroneous conclusions from a sample of seven some of whom didn’t fit the sampling criteria – thus was his international reputation established overnight. That sounds to me sufficient grounds to fail a Bachelor’s degree, rather than to establish an international reputation.

On the basis of his international reputation, Davies then set up the Alcohol Education Centre – that was for reasons unexplained ‘short lived’ – and became the President of the Society for the Study of Addiction as well as a member of the editorial board of the Journal of Addiction.

When Dafydd set up CAIS in 1977 he stated that CAIS wasn’t about promoting abstinence, it was about normal drinking. I just presumed that was Dafydd’s excuse to carry on boozing – he was widely reputed to be an alcoholic – but obviously Dafydd was taking his cue from the centre of excellence and those with international reputations.

Don’t AA still say ‘once an alcoholic always an alcoholic’?

There is a telling anecdote related by Professor Norman Kreitman in his interview with David Tait published in the Psychiatric Bulletin in 1995. When Kreitman was a young man considering a career in psychiatry he wrote to Davies when Davies was the Dean at the Maudsley. Davies invited him to drop in and visit so Kreitman did. After a brief discussion Davies asked Kreitman if he’d like to meet one of the consultants. Kreitman said yes and spent an hour discussing the state of West End Theatre with him and then left. Days later Kreitman was surprised to receive a letter telling him that he’d been accepted and would be starting in two weeks.

Dafydd ‘trained’ at the Maudsley whilst Davies was Dean so presumably was subjected to a similarly gruelling selection process.

Kreitman mentioned that the Alcohol and Research Council was set up in 1982 and that the group awarding the research grants weren’t research experts. I expect that Dafydd got a grant out of them.

One of the people who Norman Kreitman worked with was Peter Sainsbury. Sainsbury’s research interest was suicide. Sainsbury worked as a registrar at the Maudsley and then worked at the Institute for Psychiatry, 1949-54. Sainsbury completed his MD in 1955 on suicide in London and in 1957 became the Director of the MRC Clinical Psychiatry Research Unit at Graylingwell Hospital, Chichester. Sainsbury noticed the high suicide rate among psychiatric patients. He became an advisor to WHO and served on MRC committees, including one on the epidemiology of drug dependency, 1967-69 and on a working party on parasuicide, 1980-82.

Sainsbury was visiting Chair at the University of Queensland in 1972. He was Chair of the Royal College’s Committee on the Political Abuse of Psychiatry, 1978-87 and he interviewed exiled dissidents. Sainsbury should have nipped up to north Wales to interview Mary Wynch, me and all the other people that his former colleague Dafydd had illegally imprisoned during those years.

Sainsbury trained at the Middlesex Hospital just before the creation of the NHS and like Ed Miliband’s Uncle Harry (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’) he remained committed to the NHS throughout his life. Sainsbury had a big passion for achitecture and gardens and he purchased a sizable piece of land and created a extensive landscaped garden and a unique house which were his pride and joy. The patients carried on kiling themselves.

The senior registrar on Davies’s team was Michael Shepherd, who ended up achieving huge international influence in psychiatry as described in my post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’.

Rawnsley had been working in Davies’s Unit for three months  when he was asked by Aubrey Lewis if he would join the MRC Unit run by Lewis. This unit was framed as a ‘social psychiatry research’ unit but this is Aubrey Lewis that we are talking about here. Lewis’s work in that Unit began by investigating what sort of work was suitable for the mentally ill and whether people with what was then called mental handicap were capable of learning and whether they could work as well. I doubt that Aubrey concerned himself with the niceties of the patients gaining fulfilment from that work, it will have been a case of ‘Work Will Set You Free’.

Aubrey’s Assistant Director of Auschwitz was Morris Carstairs. Carstairs was Professor of Psychological Medicine at Edinburgh University, 1961-73 and President of WHO, 1968-72. He was born in the Indian Raj and qualified at Edinburgh University in 1949. Carstairs was a medical officer in the RAF during World War II and in 1953 was appointed senior registrar to Aubrey Lewis at the Maudsley. In 1960 he became the head of the new MRC Unit at UCL concerned with psychiatric epidemiology. Carstairs relocated to Edinburgh in 1961 and the Unit relocated with him. In 1971 he stood down as Director of the Unit.

Between 1973-78 Carstairs was Vice-Chancellor of York University and there seems to have been much trouble on his watch. This was a time of student protests but Carstairs seemed to have handled things very badly. Such was the hostility towards him that not only was he unable to expand the University as planned but after he stepped down as VC he was unable to return to academia, which suggests that something quite cataclysmic happened but I haven’t yet found out what it was.

It seems to have been whilst Carstairs was VC that York University spawned a very extreme Conservative students society some of whose members were later alleged to have been politicians involved in child abuse, including Harvey Proctor and Michael Brown. Christine Hamilton was also at York with that crowd.

Laurie Taylor worked at York University with criminologist Stan Cohen and it was when they were at York that they carried out their work on long term prisoners. Taylor also worked with sex offenders and with John McVicar, the former bank robber who became a writer. I’m fairly sure that Taylor is friends with Dick Hobbs the criminologist whose ethnographic work involved knowing a great deal about serious organised crime. Hobbs was mates with the criminologist Jane Morgan, the wife of Kenneth Morgan, Labour Party bigwig and former Principal of Aberystwyth University whilst Aber was doing a great deal to assist the paedophile gang of north Wales including churning out crooked lawyers who advised them (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Before Taylor worked at York he completed one of his degrees at Leicester University – many of whose staff knew about the abuse of kids in care in Leicestershire by the paedophile gang which included Frank Beck and Greville Janner (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’).

Taylor’s first wife was Anna Coote who was an executive member of the NCCL whilst the NCCL was affiliated to PIE. Coote also worked with women who had experienced sexual abuse and domestic violence. As I keep repeating, it is not possible to do that kind of work and not find out about the wrongdoing of the Top Doctors and their associates in social work. Coote was Director of the King’s Fund, 1998-2004 and then joined the Healthcare Commission ‘to engage patients and the public’. She is now head  of social policy for the New Economics Foundation.

Laurie Taylor’s third wife was BBC radio producer Cathie Mahon, who was a Director of the IPPR, as was Taylor’s son Matthew. In 2005 Matthew Taylor was appointed head of No 10’s Policy Unit by Blair. In Oct 2016 Theresa May appointed Matthew Taylor Chair of the Review of Modern Employment, which resulted in the 2017 Taylor Review.

I am wondering whether the notorious high security Carstairs Hospital in Scotland, the scene of murders and other grisly deeds, was named after Morris Carstairs, although I haven’t found any information about that. They are probably both such an embarrassment that they have disowned each other.

Lawton Tonge was employed in the concentration camp, as were Jack Tizard, Neil O’Connor, Peter Venables and Jacqueline Grad.

Whilst Rawnsley was at Auschwitz, George Brown was recruited and John Wing arrived in 1957 as Rawnsley left.

Unlike many of these names dropped by Rawnsley, George W. Brown completed a substantial body of work. He was a psychologist who came from a very much less privileged background than most of his colleagues – his father was a lens maker and his mother was a waitress. George Brown went to UCL in the early 1950s and studied social sciences. Some years after graduation Brown began working in the MRC Unit at the Maudsley and whilst there worked on chronic schizophrenia. In the late 1960s Brown took up a post at the Social Research Unit at Bedford College, University of London and eventually became joint Director. It was here that Brown carried out the work for which he became very well known, his work on life events and depression. Brown carried out longitudinal studies and explored the lives of his patients in detail. He ran a big comparative study looking at the life events of people with depression in Islington, the Outer Hebrides, Spain and Zimbabwe, the results of which he published with Tirril Harris in 1989. So George Brown studied the life events of people with depression in Islington throughout the 70s and 80s. George Brown will have definitely known about the paedophile ring that operated in the children’s homes there.

John Wing became Professor John Wing and after his death in 2010 was inevitably described as ‘one of the greats of 20th century British and World psychiatry’. John Wing studied medicine at UCL in the 1950s as did his wife Lorna, who also became a psychiatrist and worked at the Maudsley. John Wing was Director of the MRC Unit for 25 years. Various people who also became big names in psychiatry worked for John Wing at the MRC Unit, including Dinesh Bhugra. Whilst Dinesh Bhugra was President of the Royal College he was a Patron of Mark Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre, which was based on the research fraud that Mark Williams had perpetrated when he worked in Bangor with the paedophiles’ friends in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

When Wing retired in 1989 the Royal College of Psychiatrists appointed him as the first Director of the College’s Research Unit.

In 1956 the Wings had a daughter, Susan. Susan was very different to other babies but she was three by the time that the Wings realised that she had autism and that was only because John Wing happened to attend a lecture on autism and recognised his daughter’s symptoms. Years later Lorna Wing would explain in interviews that they had not known what was wrong with Susan because they hadn’t had any lectures on autism at the Maudsley. These were two psychiatrists working at what they all maintained was the world’s leading psychiatric hospital in terms of research and teaching and they were clueless about their own child. They didn’t seen to have done any reading or research themselves regarding their daughter’s difficulties and they obviously weren’t offered any advice by the global leaders who surrounded them at work.

To her credit, Lorna Wing then devoted much of her time to organising support for autistic people because she found that there wasn’t any. She also developed an interest in autism – it was Lorna Wing who coined the phrase Aspergers Syndrome. However it is clear that with their own child the Wings found themselves in the same situation as their patients – faced with clueless uninterested doctors who were not going to offer any support even in the event of serious disability.

It sums up the Maudsley. I have now read numerous interviews with that merry bunch and read some of their work. They spend pages emphasising how eminent they all are, how classic their papers are and how their work transformed the landscape but the reality was that much of their research was flaky, they actually weren’t very good and no-one else in medicine took them seriously. A lot of these Top Doctors were from privileged backgrounds and what they did excel at was blaming less privileged people for their own problems. The differences in lifestyles were huge – every interview, every obituary, every light hearted anecdote is laden with references to the Top Doctors enjoyment of theatre, of opera, of fine wines, of good food and foreign travel, whereas the poverty of their seriously ill patients is taken to be a personal and moral failing. Furthermore they repeatedly ignored or colluded with professionals abusing their positions.

Lorna Wing worked on a dataset called the Camberwell Case Register with others from the Maudsley, including Judith Gould. The Camberwell Case Register collected heaps of information on all the patients using psychiatric services in south London and in 1977 Wing and Gould trawled through the data in detail. A lot of those patients will have been the victims of the paedophile ring that operated in Lambeth’s children’s homes. People at the Maudsley knew about that – particularly a social worker at the Maudsley called Tessa Jowell who had also worked as a child care officer in Lambeth.

Another person who studied at the knee of John Wing was Terry Brugha who was a researcher with the MRC Unit, then a lecturer at the Institute of Psychiatry 1980-87.  Brugha then took up a post at the University of Leicester. Where at that time people in the University of Leicester were concealing the appalling abuse of Frank Beck and Greville Janner (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’) and the psychiatrist Dr James Earp concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al (see post ‘An Expert From England’). Between 1995-97 Brugha was a senior medical officer at the Dept of Health in London – just when the Waterhouse Tribunal was organised and started. Terry Brugha is now the Professor of Psychiatry at Leicester.

Aubrey Lewis had encouraged Rawnsley to go abroad before working in Auschwitz. Rawnsley made contact with the Bureau of Applied Social Research in Columbia University, the Director of which was Charles Glock. As a result, Rawnsley ‘fell in’ with a key figure in the Millbank Memorial Fund who ‘gave advice’ to Rawnsley, after which Rawnsley  ‘worked out a deal’ with Prof Alexander Leighton, from Cornell University. As a result Rawnsley took part in epidemiological field work that Leighton was carrying out in Nova Scotia.

Whilst Rawnsley was working in the camp, Archie Cochrane, an epidemiologist working in south Wales, visited the Maudsley and offered folk at the Maudsley access to ‘his’ communities in south Wales.

Archie Cochrane is known as ‘the father of evidence-based medicine’. He went to King’s College Cambridge and qualified from UCL in 1938. Cochrane underwent analysis himself under Theodor Reik but became disillusioned with analysis. He fought in the Spanish Civil War and was a medical officer in the PoW camps in World War II after he was taken prisoner himself. Cochrane was appointed to the MRC’s pneumonococciosis unit at Llandough Hospital – which later became part of Cardiff Medical School – in 1948. He ran randomised controlled trials in Rhondda Fach and was the first person to promote the value of such trials.

In 1960 Cochrane became a Prof at the Welsh National School of Medicine and in 1969 was appointed Director of the MRC’s Epidemiological Research Unit in Cardiff. In 1971 Cochrane co-authored with Walter Holland a classic paper on the validation of medical screening procedures. In 1971 Cochrane also published a book which was very critical of NHS clinicians who fail to carry out randomised controlled trials or who did so and then ignored the results.

In 1978 Archie really caused a stir by showing a positive correlation between the prevalance of Top Doctors and mortality in younger age groups. He also demonstrated that GNP per head was the one variable which showed a strong negative association with mortality.

The Archie Cochrane Archive is held at the Archie Cochrane Library at Cardiff University. Cochrane is remembered as being a towering figure who demonstrated the importance of the fundamentals of good clinical science – yet everybody ignores what he said. Interventions are still introduced into NHS practice on the flimsiest of evidence without ever having been subjected to a randomised controlled trial – vaginal meshes anyone? – and medical researchers in the NHS and in pharmaceutical companies are past masters at ignoring the results of randomised controlled trials if the trials don’t behave themselves and produce the desired results. At present the NHS is running a number of screening programmes that are at best ineffective and at worst harmful. This is no secret, but still kits arrive through people’s letter boxes imploring older people to return samples of their turds through the post with the threat of death from bowel cancer if they fail to do this and a valiant effort is being made to frighten men into Going To The Doctors to be screened and then have benign enlarged prostates treated as though they are malignant.

One person who ignored everything that Archie Cochrane taught was Kenneth Rawnsley.

Morris Carstairs and George Brown went to south Wales to do the recce at Archie’s invitation and a contingent from the Maudsley subsequently inflicted themselves upon south Wales. Thus in 1957 a research team in Cardiff sprang up consisting of Rawnsley, Joe Loudon, Lewis Miles, Jack Ingham and Jim Robinson. All of these people remained obscure except for Joe Loudon who became a Professor at Swansea.

Aubrey Lewis was the Honorary Director of the MRC Unit in south Wales and Rawnsley became the head of the Unit. Rawnsley carried out psychiatric morbidity studies in south Wales, which compared the mental health of the mining population of the Rhonda Fach with the rural population of the Vale of Glamorgan. Rawnsley seems to gave drawn some extraordinary conclusions from these studies. Rawnsley had a ‘special interest’ in psychosomatic medicine. Such an interest can led to insightful sympathetic exploration of patients’ problems  but I don’t think that it did with Rawnsley. Instead Rawnsley observed that people in the mining communities complained a great deal about bad backs, about aches and pains and other health problems, whereas people in the Vale of Glamorgan didn’t. Thus Rawnsley concluded that the south Wales mining communities had different social attitudes to health problems that resulted in a higher rate of ‘psychiatric problems’ than among the population of the Vale of Glamorgan. It clearly had nothing to do with the poverty and poor living conditions in the Rhondda or the people being employed in one of the most dangerous industries in the UK. It was just that lot bellyaching about imagined aches and pains.

Rawnsley also showed his sensitive side in 1961 when he worked with a community of people from Tristan da Cuna who had been evacuated to Calshot near Southampton after the volcanic eruption. The Tristans were an example of an isolated community – there had been no inward migration into the community for generations, so the MRC studied them ‘from all angles’ when they arrived in England. Rawnsley later commented that the Tristans were very co-operative with his research but that was because their experiences of the other MRC researchers had been so bad. One person working for the MRC had ‘insisted on photographing them naked against a scale for their physical anthropometry – a terrible thing to do they said’.

Ken didn’t measure the Tristans naked, he studied the prevalence of ‘hysteria’ among them by comparing their hysterical symptoms with the information documented from a Norwegian study 25 years previously. Ken’s conclusion re the Tristans? They displayed ‘a powerful example of the pathogenic and pathoplastic nature of social factors in neurosis’, provided an example of a ‘grand hysterie’ and ‘it was the wives of the leaders who had a hypersensitivity to neurosis which raised the question of assortative mating of leaders with neurotic women, or whether being married to a leader is pathogenic’.

Ken might as well have measured them naked.

Ken remembered that the Tristans ‘didn’t like it at Calshot’ and they ‘went home’.

John Wing became head of the MRC Unit when Rawnsley was appointed to the first Chair of Psychological Medicine at the Welsh National School of Medicine (Cardiff Medical School) in 1964, Rawnsley being a man with a nuanced understanding of the problems of the people of south Wales particularly those bastards in the Rhondda who never stopped moaning. In 1966 Rawnsley heard no no end of their whinging when the coal tip fell on that school in Aberfan and killed loads of them.

Ken’s colleague Jack Ingham continued the work of the MRC Unit in Edinburgh with Norman Kreitman and Joe Loudon went to work in Swansea University’s Dept of Sociology and Anthropology – the Swansea University that was pretty much run by Rhodri Morgan’s family (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Lewis Miles popped up to Anglesey to carry out a prevalence study – where Miles could not have failed to have noticed the abuse of kids in care up there and the incarceration of awkward customers in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, by which time Ken’s old mate Dafydd had finished his training at the Maudsley and was doing whatever he wanted at Denbigh.

Somebody apart from Enoch Powell must have noticed what Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist were doing because part of Ken’s remit as Prof at Cardiff was to improve psychiatric services across Wales. Ken felt ‘greatly supported at all times by the psychiatric community in Wales’ so Ken’s demands were obviously not too onerous.

The Welsh Hospital Board – which ran the North Wales Hospital whilst Dafydd and Gwynne lobotomised, shocked, incarcerated and shagged within its walls – appointed Ken as an advisor in psychiatry for Wales. This involved Ken having extensive discussions with the Welsh Hospital Board regarding the planning of psychiatric services for Wales. So there was actually a plan behind what Dafydd and Gwynne were doing…

The official story of Ken’s time as Professor at Cardiff was that he ‘established a vigorous and widely based academic unit closely integrated with the psychiatric services of South Glamorgan, with a special teaching and research unit at Whitchurch Mental Hospital. This last link enabled him to inject new strength into the scientific investigation which had flourished there since the early years of its history as an asylum’.

We are told that Ken ‘showed imaginative foresight in the integration of clinical practice, teaching and research, in the main hospital and local mental hospital’.

Whitchutch Hospital had a terrible reputation until it’s closure in 2016. Pre-Ken it had  been the domain of Linford Rees and his porn pics and Welsh cakes (see post ‘A Galaxy of Talent’). Whitchurch’s claim to fame was as the institution administering the highest rate of ECT in Europe. Tony Francis (Dr X) trained at Ken’s glorious dept in Cardiff and Chris Hunter – whom Francis enlisted in his attempts to bang me up in a high security unit when I didn’t even know that Chris Hunter existed (see post ‘The Night of the (Dr Chris) Hunter’) – worked at Whitchurch Hospital. My friend from the sixth form went to Cardiff to do medicine whilst Ken was Chair of that department and she told me at the time that the students all hated their psychiatry ‘block’ and after having experienced that taster none of them wanted to go into psychiatry. I remember my friend telling me that the male medical students used to be propositioned by the female patients. I wonder where the patients might have got the idea that sex between patients and staff might be a good idea from?

In 1991 Robin Jacobson of St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital documented that Dafydd and Tony Francis had ‘lost their boundaries’ after Dafydd told Jacobson that I was ‘attractive and seductive’ and that he and Tony Francis ‘had a soft spot for me’. Francis was trying to have me imprisoned  at the time on  the basis of the perjury of him and his wife Sadie, who also worked as a psychiatrist at Ysbyty Gwynedd and had previously worked at Denbigh.

Now here’s another mystery. Sadie worked as a clinical assistant at Denbigh. No doctor ever wants a job as a clinical assistant because it is categorised as a non-career post and one can’t gain promotion to a consultant. I’m fairly sure that this is, or at that time was, enshrined in NHS regulations. Yet after her spell as a clinical assistant at Denbigh, Sadie rocked up at Ysbyty Gwynedd as a consultant. Another clinical assistant, the disastrous Quasim Ijaz (see post ‘Update On The Inquest Of Michael Capper – And A Bit Of History’) was also given a job as a consultant psychiatrist at Ysbyty Gwynedd after working as a clinical assistant. He was given Tony Francis’s job after Francis took early retirement and the North West Wales NHS Trust advertised the vacancy three times and received no applications.

Ken was closely involved with  Royal College of Psychiatrists from its creation in 1971 – in 1972 he was elected the first Dean of the College.

Ken waxed lyrical about the establishment of the Royal College in his interview with Brian Barraclough and remembered that the London College of Physicians opposed the idea of a Royal College of Psychiatrists and wanted a Faculty of Psychiatry within the Royal College of Physicians. The Royal College of Surgeons just saw it as an irrelevance.

The Privy Council was involved with the establishment of the Royal College of Psychiatrists and a key figure in the negotiations was Ben Munro, the Secretary of the Royal Medico-Psychological Association

Dr David Owen’s old mate the unhinged and lethal William Sargant (see post ‘Dr Death’) had been the Registrar of the RMPA for years and Munro had been the Secretary. Martin Cuthbert had been the last President of the RMPA, but Martin Roth was elected as the first President of the Royal College. Ken intriguingly reminded Brian Barraclough that if the officers had not been elected by the membership, Roth would never have become President.

From the beginning there had been quarrels over the membership exam and the aggro was such that one person who had been involved with the RMPA at a senior level for years resigned. There was an agreement that psychiatrists already working in the system wouldn’t have to take the Royal College’s exam – so that’ll be how Dafydd clocked up his credentials. The acquisition of the Royal College’s palatial building in Belgrave Square left the Treasurer of the Royal College concerned that the Royal College would go bankrupt.

It was Sir Martin Roth who raised the funding for 17, Belgrave Square and he raised the money from a most unlikely source  – a loan on favourable terms from Marks & Spencer (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). I am mystified as to why Marks & Spencer were happy to bankroll this bunch of conmen – there will have been skulduggery somewhere. Ken mentions that Roth had to ‘go it alone’ where raising the dosh for No 17 was concerned and that Roth also held ‘the long drawn out dialogue with the Department of Health’ that was involved when the Royal College was established. Ken does not reveal what the long drawn out dialogue was about but presumably it was held with Heath’s Health Secretary, Sir Keith Joseph.

I note that the Royal College is no longer located in the Belgrave Square building with which they were so delighted but could not afford.

NHS funding from the DHSS paid for the College to inspect psychiatry training programmes in order to raise standards – so there was obviously some considerable concern in the DHSS about standards.

Ken ‘played a major role in creating the system  for inspection and approval of the quality of clinical and educational facilities in psychiatric hospitals’. So it was the system created by Ken that deemed Dafydd’s ‘therapeutic community’ in the underground chamber at Denbigh acceptable, as well as Dafydd’s training facilities which included Dafydd’s office – to which trainee female clinical psychologists from Bangor University were invited to ‘talk about psychology’. Once they had arrived Dafydd would show them ancient photos of himself and ask ‘Don’t ewe think I was handsome?’. (No Dafydd, the person who told me about this just concluded that you were nuts.)

Ken needed the regional Health Authorities to realise that their clinical standards had to be raised or junior doctors wouldn’t apply for posts – ‘there were appeals, objections and protests’. Nonetheless ‘the great majority of the hospitals were approved’. Including Denbigh. I presume that there was simply no failing Ken’s rigorous criteria.

In the early years of the College, Ken noted that peripheral hospitals feared that they would lose all their staff to academic centres. It was quite clear to me that nearly every junior doctor working in psychiatry in Ysbyty Gwynedd and Denbigh in the mid-late 1980s was just about unemployable. The situation will have been just as bad before then and because everybody – including Ken – lied about standards having been raised, standards remained dangerous and patients died. All that anybody  needed to have done was to stop Dafydd illegally imprisoning people, keeping them in  a cellar and sexually exploiting them but no-one could even do that.

Ken was President of the Royal College, 1981-84 and was elected to succeed Desmond Pond.

In his interview with Brian Barraclough, Ken tells Barraclough that during his term of office, the Mental Health Act was put forward first in the Lords and later in the Commons. Ken explained that the Gov’t – which will have been Thatcher ‘s Gov’t – set up  a special committee to evaluate and modify the Bill where required.

Ken and ‘senior officers’ from the Royal College ‘devoted much time and energy in briefing and educating Peers’. They also gave oral and written evidence before the Commons Committee and ‘succeeded in securing the elimination of the more extreme constraints on clinical freedom’. In other words Rawnsley and chums argued down the measures that concerned MPs had tried to add to the Bill in order to protect patients from the Dafydds of this world. By the time that Ken had ensured that there was bugger all protection for patients in the Bill, Mary Wynch had  begun litigation after being wrongfully arrested and imprisoned for a year by Dafydd (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Rawnsley knew about this case as did the rest of the officers of the College who argued the toss with the Commons Committee. Someone else knew about the case as well – Professor Robert Bluglass, who wrote the Mental Health Act. Some six years later when appointed to investigate my own complaint, Bluglass covered for Dafydd when Dafydd had illegally had me arrested and imprisoned and completely ignored the fact that three months before Dafydd did that, Tony Francis and Jackie Brandt had unlawfully detained me at Ysbyty Gwynedd (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). The person who drafted the Code of Practice to accompany the Act was William Bingley, the Legal Director of MIND who had been covering up for Dafydd for years, as had his mother Lady Juliet Bingley when she was Chair of MIND. Bingley continued colluding with and concealing Dafydd’s criminality when he later became Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission.Ken complained to Barraclough that ‘they were struggling against a powerful anti-medicine, anti-scientific prejudice in society and much loud and thoughtless clamour from civil liberties lobbies’. There was the matter of some madmen in north Wales who were unlawfully having people arrested, keeping them in a cellar, having sex with them, drugging them, running a paedophile ring and trafficking female patients into prostitution. Neither were Ken and co accepted as scientists by other branches of medicine – one only went to work for Ken or Dafydd if one’s copy book was blotted so badly that there was no hope left.

At a late stage in the Bill, a Comons member moved an amendment that certain treatments such as psychosurgery had to be subject to a second opinion from the Mental Health Act Commission even if the patient was not liable to be detained. This amendment was accepted by Ken Clarke – the Minister who had set up  the Committee to examine the Bill, under Norman Fowler the Secretary of State for Health – to the ‘amazement’ of Clarke’s advisors. Ken Rawnsley considered this to be a ‘major setback’.

So Rawnsley considered it most unreasonable that he – or indeed Dafydd – were not to be permitted to recommend a lobotomy for a patient who wasn’t considered sectionable without seeking a second opinion from their partners in crime on the Mental Health Act Commission. Ken observed to Barraclough that in Scotland there are no such restrictions on psychosurgery. There have also been some very great abuses of mental health patients in Scotland and those abuses continue today.

I’m not sure why Ken was so vexed regarding the constraints placed upon the Top Doctors – after all Dafydd and co simply just breached every aspect of this most unreasonable Mental Health Act when it was passed and they didn’t even receive a written warning. Not even from the man who had written the Act. I doubt that Ken et al ever did find that they were limited even with regard to psychosurgery.

Cardiff is one of the last remaining centres for psychosurgery in England and Wales – although there is no guarantee that Dafydd isn’t busy in his kitchen with a pick, it’s not as if anybody would stop him. Lena Zavaroni died after psychosurgery at Cardiff and the truth was not told about the circumstances of that death.

Rawnsley mentioned that the Royal College had asked for the creation of the Mental Health Act Commission to improve safeguards before detaining patients. So that job creation scheme for William Bingley, Chris Heginbotham, Louis Blom-Cooper, Tessa Jowell and Lord Kamlash Patel worked brilliantly didn’t it.

Ken stated that the ‘powerful anti-psychiatry feeling’ that he believed existed among MPs was fuelled by scandals in mental hospitals. Obviously Ken being a paid up member of one of the galaxies of talent meant that he occupied a different galaxy to me, but in Galaxy Baker what I noticed was MPs colluding with Top Doctors to keep the huge scandal which was Dafydd completely under wraps because of Dafydd’s role in supplying children to paedophiles in politics, including Ken Clarke’s and Norman Fowler ‘s colleague Sir Peter Morrison.

Barraclough responded to Rawnsley’s mention of scandals in the interview by reminding Rawnsley that of course those scandals were a result of underfunding. Well once these dangerous idiots have received their salaries and pension pots and had their research units bankrolled, once an inspection system has been set up that allows Dafydd to imprison abducted people in the cellar and once no legal expense has been spared to pursue anyone who dares complain through the criminal justice system and into the prisons and high security hospitals, there’s not going to be much left over to waste on patient care. And Bluglass will want a good lunch and a nice hotel for the night when he goes up to north Wales to conduct the cover-up and then there’s the millions needed for the rigged Public Inquiries when somebody dies…

Ken noted that when he became President of the Royal College, Cardiff Medical School and the Health Authority were delighted because it brought kudos to psychiatry in Cardiff and Wales. Just when Mary Wynch got out of Denbigh and began her litigation against Dafydd. Tony Francis arrived as a consultant in north Wales just after Ken became President – a nice young doctor who’d been at university with Kinnock who became leader of the Labour Party soon afterwards. A nice young doctor who was going to lead psychiatry in north Wales into a new dawn – who was sadly as dangerous and as unhinged as Dafydd, but who was a great deal more plausible.

Ken was also the College’s rep on the Central Distinction Awards Committee, so he oversaw the consultants bonus’s, the ‘merit awards’ – one did not  have to be meritorious to receive one of those. Ken himself pointed out that there needed to be a system which rewarded Top Doctors who didn’t have lots of publications and who didn’t work in academic centres but who provided a service to the community. Perhaps by keeping the victims of sex offenders in a cellar.

Anyone for an extra Welsh cake?

Rawnsley remembered the political battles between the DHSS, the BMA and the Royal College. They all loathed each other but were united in concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles…

Rawnsley mentioned in his interview with Barraclough that the President of the Royal College is a member of the Joint Consultants Committee. It was that Committee who appointed Bluglass and Colin Berry to investigate my complaint about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends – safe in the knowledge that Bluglass was a colleague and friend of at least two former colleagues of Francis and Dafydd. Bluglass performed the cover-up in the summer of 1988 and had been appointed by very early in 1988 – so the Committee will have been working out how to get Dafydd and Tony Francis off the hook at the end  of 1987. When the President of the College was – Dr Jim Birley, who starred in my post ‘A Galaxy of Talent’.

Jim Birley had worked at the Maudsley with Dafydd’s mate Bob Hobson and I bet that he knew Dafydd as well. Birley also knew David Ennals, the Gov’t Minister and Chair of MIND when MIND had links with PIE. For more details of Jim including his psychotic breakdown from which he of course recovered overnight and was never troubled by again, please see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’.

The hearing into my complaint was originally sheduled for March 1988. The investigation was being co-ordinated by the Welsh Office’s Medical Ombudsman Professor Robert Owen, a surgeon from Liverpool University who was as corrupt as everybody else involved. Last year my lawyer forwarded me documentation related to the hearing that I had not previously seen. Robert Owen was receiving letters and phone calls about me from the corrupt GP David Wood, who had been the person who had originally referred me to Gwynne the lobotomist and then to Tony Francis and who had been the first person to threaten me with damage to my career if I complained about the lobotomist. Because of the constant unpleasantness from Wood, by 1988 he was no longer my GP. Yet I had not named Wood in my complaint, so there was no reason for him to be comunicating with Owen about my complaint concerning Francis and Dafydd. Furthermore Wood had contacted Owen at his home in Colwyn Bay offering him ‘information’ about me. So keen was Wood to impart this unspecified ‘information’ that Wood had cleared his diary and put aside an afternoon when he would make himself available to Owen, who was going to ring Wood from home.

I knew nothing about any of this until last year.

On the arranged date in March 1988 I arrived for the hearing into my complaint. I arrived to find no-one there but a very friendly Prof Owen, full of apologies and explaining that the hearing had been post-poned at the last minute because someone had been taken ill. I am absolutely sure that Prof Owen told me that it was Dafydd who had been taken ill because I remember thinking Christ they’ve done everything possible not to investigate this complaint and now Dafydd’s thrown a sickie. I also joked about it in a letter to Gwynedd Health Authority.

The hearing finally took place in July. Dafydd lied through his teeth, written and oral evidence given by staff from the North Wales Hospital confirmed that Dafydd had broken the law, done a deal with a corrupt senior police officer in Bangor Police Station to have me arrested and both nurses and another consultant had told Dafydd that what he was doing was illegal. He ignored them and stated that I ‘must not be allowed to go free’. No part of my complaint about Tony Francis and Jackie Brandt was investigated and neither was my complaint about Stephen Rose, a Denbigh nurse who assaulted me.

Bluglass concluded that the Top Doctors facilitating a gang of paedophiles who had done all this were ‘caring people’ who had been ‘harassed’ by me and that I had caused many people great annoyance and upset. Dafydd later told people that Bluglass had stated that I was probably a psychopath who would end up in a ward for the criminally insane. Dafydd remarked that it was a chilling prediction. Those two were obviously writing their own Gothic horror story – another from the pen of Dafydd Alun Poe…

In 1991 Bluglass told Dr Robin Jacobson of St George’s that I had a homicidal capacity. Not that I’d ever killed anyone, but Old Bluglass’s Almanac was obviously being called upon.

Bluglass made a point in his report of noting that so crazed and vindictive towards poor old Dafydd was I that I had even accused Dafydd of going off sick on the day of the first scheduled hearing, when actually it had been Bluglass who had been rushed into hospital.

Perhaps my memory is playing tricks, but one thing that is crystal clear is that this lot were a bunch of liars and cheats.

In Nov 1987 at about the time when Bluglass would have been appointed to conduct the cover-up, Alison Taylor, the Gwynedd social worker who blew the whistle on the abuse of children in care in north Wales, was sacked. Alison’s boss, the Director of Gwynedd Social Services Lucille Hughes, was Dafydd’s mistress. Lucille was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating within the social services but failed to act.

On Feb 28 1988 Alison wrote to the Secretary of State for the DHSS Tony Newton and told him about a vicious assault she had witnessed on a child. That letter would have been received about two weeks before I turned up for the big day only to find that either Dafydd or Bluglass had suddenly been taken ill.

The cover-up was rescheduled for July.

During May and June the Nottingham Satanic Panic took place, which, like the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, resulted in ludicrous allegations being made about innocent people by social workers at a time when across the UK evidence was emerging that the nation’s social services had been infiltrated by organised paedophile gangs. Like Cleveland, the Nottingham Satanic Panic provided a useful distraction from the allegations that Alison, Mary and me were making that something terrible was happening in north Wales (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’).

The notion of Satanic Abuse was first introduced into the UK by a therapist/social worker based in north Wales who travelled the UK providing ‘training’ to others as to how to spot signs of Satanic Abuse.

At least two people with learning disabilities were banged up in Denbigh as a result of allegations of Satanic Abuse.

In July 1988 Elizabeth Butler-Sloss published her Report on the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal. Butler-Sloss was the sister of Michael Havers, Attorney General, 1979-87. In his capacity as Attorney General Havers blocked the prosecution of former diplomat and Deputy Head of MI6 Sir Peter Hayman for child porn offences – Hayman was a member of PIE.

In July 1988 Robert Bluglass wrote his report in which he maintained that the only real problem in north Wales was me.

At some point in 1988 Gordon Anglesea became a Superintendent in the North Wales Police stationed in Colwyn Bay. Anglesea lived in Colwyn Bay, as did the Chief Constable of North Wales who led the force whilst it concealed child abuse.

Anglesea had previously been stationed in Wrexham and in 1994 won nearly 400k damages after bringing a libel case in the wake of two young men alleging that Anglesea had abused them when they had been in care in Wrexham (see post ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’). One of the men, Mark Humphreys, was found dead weeks later.

In 2016 Gordon Anglesea was imprisoned for historic sex offences against boys in care in Wrexham.

 

Rawnsley’s wife Elinor Kapp is also a Top Doctor. She spent her career as a child psychiatrist in Gwent and Powys. In 2010 Kapp wrote to The Times in her capacity as a child psychiatrist with regard to paedophile priests. Kapp stated that ‘within the children’s professions by that time we all knew that the majority of abusers would manipulate in whatever way they could to deny their wrongdoing and continue their bahaviour. It was also made clear that all cases known to professionals must be reported to the authorities, to avoid exactly the collusion that typically appears to continue to operate in the Roman Catholic Church’.

In a response to a discussion about this matter on the blog ‘Dolphinarium’, following her letter to The Times, Kapp explained that in the 1970s and 80s she was working as a child psychiatrist outside London and that she and her colleagues worked increasingly closely with the police and social services, steadily learning more about the problems of identifying and dealing with cases of child sexual abuse.

At present Elinor Kapp is a member of the Board of the City Hospice in south Wales – she has been involved with the hospice as both a Board member and volunteer since its foundation. The City Hospice was originally known as the George Thomas Trust, after the south Wales Labour MP and Speaker of the House who was involved with the Trust. The Trust changed its name after it was admitted that there had been repeated allegations that George Thomas had abused children and teenaged boys but that the police failed to act and Thomas was protected by a network of people in politics and the professions.

Elinor’s biography on the City Hospice website explains that she is a ‘mother and a grandmother’ with ‘a kind heart’.

Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death

  • I have received an e mail from someone who was an inpatient on a ward at the Hergest Unit when the death of another patient occurred. I have promised my informant that I will provide no information that could lead to them being identified so I cannot publish all the information that they have given me concerning the death, but I will blog as much about the circumstances as is safe for my informant. I will call my informant Z.

The patient who died whilst he was an inpatient at the Hergest Unit was 28 year old Medwyn Jones from Anglesey who died in the Hergest Unit on Nov 9 2014. What I have been told by Z was that Medwyn ‘didn’t die a straightforward death’. Z tells me that the day before he died Medwyn was sitting in a communal TV lounge with other patients – Z noticed that Medwyn’s ‘movements were inconceivably slow’ and that Z had never seen anybody move so slowly. Medwyn then went out into the communal outdoor area with other patients for a smoke. Medwyn sat on a small wall and nearly fell off – another patient caught him as he overbalanced and steadied him. The patient who had caught Medwyn as he lost his balance told Medwyn to go back into the ward before he hurt himself.

The next morning at about the time that Z regularly got up to have a coffee and a smoke with other patients, the hospital alarm went off. The patients were told that Medwyn had been found dead in bed.

Z maintains that another patient in the hospital had been supplying Medwyn with temazapam – although Z doesn’t know the quantities that were being supplied – and that Medwyn was also in receipt of substantial quantities of subutex, a heroin substitute, from the drugs cabinet on the ward which was given to him by the Angels.  Medwyn told Z that he was being given subutex by the staff. On one occasion Z remembered a member of staff asking Medwyn if he felt better ‘after that’ – the staff member was described as ‘fairly bald with a few grey hairs’.

Before Medwyn’s death, Z had been told that fellow patients had been supplying Medwyn with diazepam.

Z is concerned that none of their concerns about Medwyn were mentioned in connection with his death – Z was not asked anything by the police and ‘as far as I know neither were my fellow patients’.

Z cannot remember the name of the ward involved – Z has given me a description of the ward and it definitely wasn’t Taliesin, the locked ward, but it could have been any of the others because they are all virtually identical.

Z’s main concern is the lack of police statements taken from the people who last saw Medwyn alive. Z states that although Medwyn had a drug problem it was not a heroin problem. Z reiterates that ‘his final evening he wasn’t right’, that ‘he should have had more regular observations’ and that ‘people don’t just vomit in their sleep and choke to death unless some kind of gag reflex suppressant is present in the body’.

Z has been a patient at the Hergest Unit and at the Heddfan Unit in Wrexham Maelor. The ‘contrasts are quite stark in terms of professionalism’ and at the Hergest ‘staff didn’t behave as staff’. As far as Medwyn’s death is concerned Z didn’t think that there was a ‘correct investigation’.

 

The official version of the cause of Medwyn’s death can be read on the website  www.thefreelibrary.com. It was reported that the coroner stated that the cause of Medwyn’s death ‘remains a mystery’. The coroner was this blog’s friend Dewi Pritchard-Jones, whose ability to ignore factors suggesting that a death was suspicious or even the result of foul play (see post ‘A Particularly Worrying Death’) is unrivalled. Dewi held the inquest in Caernarfon and maintained that ‘a cocktail of anti-depressant drugs’ which Medwyn had been prescribed ‘must have lowered his bodily function to the extent that it caused aspiration’. According to Dewi a ‘nurse had discovered Mr Jones – a voluntary patient – motionless at 9-45 am on Saturday Nov 9 last year and despite the efforts of a crash team he could not be revived’.

Dewi commented that ‘the previous day he had been in good spirit and had accompanied another patient to a local shop’ and that Medwyn had ‘been monitored by nurses throughout the night’. Dewi gave the cause of death as ‘aspiration of gastric juices’ and stated that ‘there were various theories but he had no real answers to what had happened’. The postmortem had ‘revealed no trace of injections, alcohol or illegal drugs’. Dewi was ‘facing a situation where I do not have a clear explanation of why the aspiration took place’. He returned a narrative verdict – that Mr Jones ‘died from a known but unforeseen side effect of therapeutic treatment’.

The glaring question here – assuming that Dewi didn’t know about the concerns of the other patients – is that how did this happen in a ward where the staff claim to be carrying out regular observations on patients, including throughout the night? But then Hergest is a place where a manic patient choked to death IN THE PRESENCE OF A SENIOR NURSE and at the inquest it was admitted that there was no doctor on call at Hergest and that doctors working in the A&E Dept in Ysbyty Gwynedd ‘were reluctant’ to attend the Hergest Unit if asked.

Medwyn’s death is just one of the many, many deaths of people in the ‘care’ of the Hergest Unit that should never have happened.

Z observed that ‘when somebody dies in hospital I guess the people who run the hospital get away with finding dead bodies without question?’ and that ‘I’m surprised really that they didn’t find chemicals in his body though someone was supplying him’. History does indeed repeat itself – Z’s comments reminded me of the first death that I had knowledge of in the mental health services in north Wales, the circumstances of which had definitely been lied about by at least two people and probably many more. Collusion was involved on the part of the path labs at Ysbyty Gwynedd and the coroner did not follow up many matters that he very obviously should have.

A young woman called Dorothy Griffiths from Holyhead died in one of the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd before the Hergest Unit was opened. I’m fairly sure that Dorothy died in either 1987 or 1988. She drowned in the bath. The official story was that Dorothy was a ‘very disturbed lady’ – like all of the rest of us who complained about the paedophiles’ friends. The Angels on the ward – who of course carry out regular observations of the disturbed ladies – eventually noticed that no -one had seen Dorothy for ages, so a search was begun. No-one could find her but someone noticed that a bathroom was locked. A male nurse broke the door down and found Dorothy inside, having drowned.

The shit absolutely hit the fan and an investigation was launched. The local newspaper subsequently reported that the disturbed lady had been recommended to go to the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh as a long term patient but her parents had fiercely objected – now why might that have been?? So Dorothy had been admitted to Ysbyty Gwynedd instead. A nurse called Jackie Ehlen gave evidence at Dorothy’s inquest and maintained that she had given Dorothy anti-psychotic medication. A junior doctor called Colin Flood also testified that Dorothy had been given anti-psychotic medication, but his evidence conflicted with Jackie Ehlen’s. One of them had said that Dorothy had been given oral medication, the other said that she had received an injection. Neither backed down from their story at the inquest and the conflicting evidence was never resolved. However, Dr Sadie Francis – the wife of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) – gave evidence at the inquest that the toxicology tests had not shown any anti-psychotic medication in Dorothy’s body ‘which was inexplicable’ because of course Dorothy had received the medication, Jackie and Colin Flood had just testified to that. Faced with the fact that somebody – or everybody – was lying, including possibly the path lab, the coroner didn’t dig any further. Dorothy’s death was just that of another nutter. The coroner did say that he didn’t think that bathrooms in psychiatric units should be lockable though. So that was the solution to staff who had neglected their duties with lethal results and then lied on oath – leave the patients with even less dignity and protection from predatory staff or patients.

I spoke to one of Dorothy’s relatives and I heard a bit more. The news of Dorothy’s death had been broken to her parents by ‘two absolutely awful managers’ from Ysbyty Gwynedd. I’m not sure for certain, but I think that those two will probably have been Alun Davies and Barry Shingles. The managers seriously upset Dorothy’s family. Then a few hours later Dr Sadie Francis arrived at Dorothy’s parents’ home. Sadie spent a long time with them, apologised for Dorothy’s death and told them that if she had been there it would not have happened. Dorothy’s mum said that Sadie was ‘lovely, really good’. No-one was disciplined following Dorothy’s death – which greatly upset her parents. They tried to press for disciplinary action but that was never going to happen.

Before Dorothy’s death, there had been a very, very critical report produced about the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd – Seiriol and Dwynwyn wards. The report stated that the wards were unsafe. Gwynedd Health Authority was in meltdown, effectively bankrupt and a team of management consultants were sent in from the Welsh Office. David Hunt, a junior Minister in the Welsh Office – who later became Secretary of State for Wales –  had personally written to Noreen Edwards, a former Angel who was Chair of the Health Authority. The situation was so bad that there were questions in the House from Dafydd Wigley and Ieuan Wyn Jones that were parried by the paedophiles’ greatest friend Wyn Roberts (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’).

In response to the damning report about Seiriol and Dwynwyn wards, a Psychiatric Services Management Committee was created, consisting of Tony Francis, Barry Shingles and Alun Davies – who had been responsible for the shambles in the first place and who all hated each other, but who always worked together to conceal the abuse of patients and the associated criminality. Barry Shingles was a manager who later killed himself after being shafted by his colleagues who had prevented him from bagging the job of CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust. The dreadful Keith Thomson (see post ‘Former NHS Managers Keeping A Low(er) Profile’) snaffled that instead. Barry Shingles had been severely clinically depressed for a long while before his suicide. So Barry Shingles was someone else who failed to access appropriate care and treatment in the face of a serious illness. Could Shingles have possibly been given the treatment that was meted out to so many witnesses to the wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends, that is no treatment at all or treatment which made his condition worse until the inevitable happened? There was no publicity about Shingles’s suicide so I do not know the circumstances under which he died or who found the body. Tony Francis killed himself more recently just after Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

Although Dorothy’s mum felt very reassured by Sadie, I too was reassured by Sadie on many occasions. Documents released to me last year demonstrate that whilst she – and Tony – were presenting themselves as my protectors and even friends, they were working very hard behind the scenes to have me locked up and they perjured themselves repeatedly in attempts to achieve this. I do not know whether Sadie was coerced into being part of it all – she was in the end treated very badly by the very shitbags with whom she had colluded for so long and took early retirement after being frozen out by her colleagues – but I know of other patients who also felt that Sadie had let them down very badly.

As for the results from the path lab re Dorothy – they can’t necessarily be believed either. The pathologist for north west Wales at the time was Dr Donald Wayte, who was notorious. Wayte’s high points included letting a 15 year old schoolboy join him at work because Wayte was friends with the boy’s mum and the teenager wondered what a dead body etc looked like. Wayte also caused a furore in the London based press by stating on the basis of no evidence at all that most cot deaths were the result of the babies being murdered by their parents. Wayte’s wife Avril was another leading light in the pathology service in north Wales – she might even still work for the Betsi Board. If she doesn’t, then she did until quite recently. Avril is a Trustee of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s charity CAIS, along with Lucille Hughes and other paedophiles’ friends.

Dr Colin Flood is now a GP in Llandudno, at the Mostyn House Medical Practice.

Perhaps the police would like to re-open the investigation into Dorothy Griffiths’ death and launch an investigation into the death of Barry Shingles as well.

I got to know Jackie Ehlen myself in 1994. When there was yet another attempt to frame me on the basis of the perjury of staff of the mental health service – in this case on the part of Bridget Lloyd, a CPN with the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, who had previously worked as the senior Angel on Seiriol and Dwynwyn wards. After Lloyd lied to the police about me allegedly ringing her office and threatening her (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’), Tony Francis declared me to be too dangerous to be in receipt of the mainstream mental health services and I was told that if I went to Ysbyty Gwynedd I’d be arrested. Two staff with whom I did get along very well and found helpful (a senior nurse and a senior occupational therapist) were ordered by the senior managers of the mental health services in north west Wales not to communicate with me in any way. I found out later that the nurse and occupational therapist were livid about this, made representation about it to the hospital authorities but were basically told to fuck off. Tony Francis ordered that I was to be transferred to the forensic psychiatry team – the senior nurse of which was Jackie Ehlen. I met Jackie Ehlen on many occasions and I found her to be very pleasant. I was found not guilty in Court a few months after I had been arrested and charged and I did not have any further contact with Jackie. I then found out that Tony Francis had written a report for the Court BEFORE the trial, stating that WHEN I was found guilty I should be sent to a secure unit.

When I received my full files from my lawyers last year, I found documents written by Jackie Ehlen in 1994, detailing telephone conversations that she had held with another patient about me of which I had no knowledge. Jackie had received a number of telephone calls from him and had documented some (inaccurate) information that he had given to her. Interestingly enough this patient had also made a number of complaints to Jackie about Tony Francis, telling her that he was ‘incompetent’ and ‘mad’. However compromised and threatened Jackie Ehlen felt by the criminals with whom she was working, she was obviously doing a number of things that she should not have been doing.

Jackie continued to work for the mental health services in north Wales, eventually at a senior level – Bridget Lloyd also bagged herself a senior role. I last saw Jackie about five years ago when I bumped into her in Tescos in Bangor. We had a chat and Jackie told me that she was working for the Betsi and doing a PhD at Bangor University.

A quick google search reveals that Jackie contributed to the Betsi’s Strategic Review of Older People’s Care at the end of 2014 which followed the Tawel Fan scandal. The Betsi commissioned Flynn and Eley Associates Ltd to compile the Report upon which they based their Review. Flynn and Eley Associates Ltd thanked a number of people for their advice when compiling the Report, including Jackie Ehlen. Other people who were thanked included Giles Harborne, Adrian Jones, Simon Pyke and Bob Woods. Giles Harborne is an odious psychiatrist who worked with Dafydd at Denbigh and has spent years treating patients like turds and refused to investigate serious complaints both from me and other people when he was appointed Chief of Staff at the Betsi (see post ‘After The Betsi Came Into Being’). Adrian Jones and Simon Pyke were two mental health services managers in north Wales who took early retirement – somebody quipped a few months ago that they’ll have set up their own consultancy and will now be selling their advice to the Betsi – who lied to patients, lied about patients and who were also in communication with officials in the Welsh Assembly who were smearing patients who had complained about the mental health services to Lesley Grifiths and Mark Drakeford when they were Health Ministers (see post ‘His History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’). Bob Woods is Professor Bob Woods, a clinical psychologist at Bangor University who has led the clinical psychology programme in north Wales for decades and concealed all the crap along with the best of them (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection’). Bob Woods’s area of expertise is dementia- so that is why Tawel Fan, the worst scandal involving the abuse of dementia patients that there has been in the UK,  happened on Bob’s patch.

Not only do the advisors to Flynn and Eley Associates have a long track record of deceit and concealing criminality and the abuse of patients, but Flynn, Eley and the Associates themselves are cut from the same cloth. Joanna Griffiths is listed as one of the Associates of Flynn and Eley.

Joanna Griffiths is a member of a family who retain such a stranglehold on the social services in north Wales that they are known as ‘the Mafia’. Joanna is the former Director of Conwy Social Services – she was in post when their children’s services were damned by an external investigation as being seriously crap. Joanna is married to Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer, a man who was a ‘senior lecturer in law and social sciences’ at Bangor University. The Buffet Slayer was the source of much discontent at Bangor University. He failed to turn up to give his lectures, broke into another lecturer’s office and ‘borrowed’ some books without permission, gatecrashed every free lunch/dinner that there was, bullied and pushed other people around, was utterly incompetent and tried to bribe one of the law students when the student began a case of disability discrimination against one of the Buffet Slayer’s friends. In return for all this, one year at the graduation ceremony Bangor University gave the Buffet Slayer an award for teaching excellence. At the graduation lunch after the ceremony, law students could be heard shrieking ‘I don’t believe it, Aled fucking Griffiths has been given a Teaching Fellowship’. Griffiths himself was at the lunch armed with champagne and his extended family who had come to celebrate his success.

The Buffet Slayer has a twin brother, Huw, who was one of the solicitors working in Gwynedd in the 1980s/90s and who sat in the local magistrates courts watching the paedophiles’ friends frame me and other people.

The Buffet Slayer’s sister is Gwenan Carrington, the equally incompetent former Director of Social Services for Gwynedd County Council. Whilst Gwenan Carrington was Director, Gwynedd Social Services were so spectacularly bad that an external inspection deemed them ‘incapable of improvement’. The inspection report made it quite clear that it was the dreadful management that was responsible, not the front line social workers. After the report was published, everybody took the view ‘at last Carrington will be forced to resign’. She wasn’t. The fuckwit Gwen hung on for a few more years until another bomb went off on her watch and then she announced that she was waving everybody a fond farewell. Just as everyone was about to crack open the champagne, Carrington announced that she had a new job – as Director of Community Services on Anglesey. The Slayer’s family come from Anglesey, his dad was a Methodist Minister there and the Slayer is mates with the infamous dysfunctional crooks that double up as the Councillors on Anglesey. Within two years of Gwenan being appointed as Director, there was a crisis in the old folks home – which were the only ‘community services’ that Anglesey had, things like centres for people with learning disabilities didn’t exist anyway. Anglesey County Council had one of their regular financial crises which meant that they had to ‘cut services’ – the only services left were the old folks homes, so Gwenan flogged them to the private sector. Meanwhile, at least one of the County Councillors had become a millionaire as a result of a development that had sprung up on his fields, after he had received planning permission from Anglesey County Council. Not only that, but he then went to prison for other matters.

One of the many things that had to hushed up at Bangor Law School was how two mature female law students who were prosecuted for a massive financial swindle actually found their way onto a law degree. I was told by the other students that the two women were friends of Gwenan Carrington who only had to have a word with her brother for two places to become available…

Whilst the kids in the care of Conwy Social Services were left neglected and whilst the students at Bangor University waited in vain for the Slayer to arrive to give his lectures, Joanna and Aled enjoyed themselves on regular trips abroad. After arranging one of their jaunts to Germany, Joanna became very distressed because she realised that they would be in Germany for her burfday – the Slayer had promised that they would go to the opera on her burfday. So Joanna and the Slayer flew to Germany, then flew back to Cardiff for a night with a thousand stars – the Slayer went backstage to meet them all – and then they buggered off back to Germany again the next day for the rest of their holiday.

On one occasion after the Slayer got rat arsed at an evening do with his buddies at Bangor Business School, he fell into a hole that some workmen had dug outside of the Management Centre building. Did the Slayer take this as an indication that he had drunk too much? No. He threatened to sue his own mates – whose free dinner he had attended – because the workmen hadn’t put enough cones around the hole. There were plenty of cones there and a barrier of warning ribbon, but the Slayer was so pissed that he just crashed through the lot.

I am confident that if I researched the other names listed as Associates of Flynn and Eley, their records of achievement will be as impressive as that of Joanna Griffiths, but I’m going to have to leave that for another occasion – however it is worth me devoting a bit of space here to Flynn.

Dr Margaret Flynn is the former Chair of Lancashire Safeguarding Adults Board. She carried out the serious case review of Winterbourne View, the hospital which was the centre of a Panorama expose some years ago. Undercover filming revealed young learning disabled adults being slapped, kicked and sworn at by their ‘carers’. It transpired that someone had blown the whistle previously but their concerns had been ignored. At the time of Winterbourne View, the Betsi still had Mary Burrows as the CEO, the Mary who tried to challenge the paedophiles’ friends but who was blamed for their wrongdoing and hounded out herself. I was at the Betsi Board meeting – as an observing member of the public – when Mary announced that after Winterbourne View, she had gone through the records to see if there were any patients of the Betsi who had been placed in establishments run by the company which ran Winterbourne View. There were – they had been placed there by the North West Wales NHS Trust. Presumably whilst Martin Jones was CEO – the Martin who co-ordinated the campaign against Mary and even wrote a blog, the purpose of which was to undermine her. Martin is currently Director of Workforce at the Betsi.

In 2013 Margaret Flynn was commissioned by Carwyn to lead the Review that accompanied Operation Jasmine, the police investigation into a chain of elderly people’s homes in Gwent in south Wales which were owned by a Top Doctor. Appalling neglect had taken place which had resulted in the deaths of some of the residents. The scandal was the worst scandal involving old people’s homes in the private sector that there had been in the UK. It was discussed in at least one academic conference in England to demonstrate how little effective regulation there is in privately owned residential homes. The Top Doctor had become a millionaire as a result of the profits from these homes. The police did bring eventually  charges against the Top Doctor, but some months later he was burgled and during the burglary he was coshed on the head. A medical report subsequently declared him unfit to stand trial. I do not remember the GMC ever placing him under investigation.

After the roaring success of Operation Jasmine, the Health Minister and paedophiles’ friend Mark Drakeford appointed Margaret Flynn as Chair of the newly created National Independent Safeguarding Board. Drakeford also appointed five Board members to help Flynn. One was Keith Towler, the former Children’s Commissioner for Wales. Towler’s glorious career began in South Glamorgan County Council’s social services dept. The South Glamorgan County Council which was packed with paedophiles’ friends including Jane Hutt, Julie Morgan and Drakeford himself. Rhodri Morgan was employed by South Glamorgan County Council and at one point the Rev Bob Morgan, dad of the Baroness of Ely – Eluned Morgan – was the leader of that Council (see post ‘More Than Politics And Local Government’). South Glamorgan County Council collaborated  with Nicholas Edwards aka Lord Crickhowell and his mates on the multi-million pound scam that was Corruption Bay (see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’).

Towler then worked in youth justice – in 1998 he was Head of NACRO (National Association for the Care and Resettlement of Offenders) Cymru. I remember NACRO well. It ran meaningless ‘projects’ for the dispossessed, many of whom were victims of the paedophiles and their friends. One of the ‘project supervisors’ employed by NACRO used to live in the same village as me. He was a petty crook who sexually exploited numerous local girls/young women and then spent a number of years cohabiting with Professor Louis Appleby’s former colleague, Denise Baker-McClearns, who joined him in conducting hate campaigns against anyone who challenged the paedophiles’ friends – whilst both of them were personal friends of a man who had served a prison sentence for child sex offences himself. After deciding that being a NACRO supervisor or any other type of employment was too much like hard work I was told that the former NACRO supervisor  took up cocaine dealing. In 2001 Keith Towler was appointed Director of Crime Reduction for NACRO.

Whilst Towler was Children’s Commissioner for Wales, one of his members of staff alleged that there was a big problem with workplace bullying in his office. She was sacked. She took her case to an employment tribunal during which her fitness as a social worker was questioned by Towler. The allegations were found to be unfounded but she was not reinstated. She had worked as a children’s social worker in north Wales for years. Both she and Towler will have known about the paedophile gang – as indeed will have everyone in the Commissioner’s Office.

Another member of Flynn’s Board appointed by Drakeford was Jan Pickles, a social worker who has worked in Gov’t, for the Third sector, in the probation service and for the NSPCC – everywhere that was dominated by the paedophiles’ friends then. After that, Pickles was involved with domestic abuse work. I seem to remember that Janet Pickles was the person named in Harriet Harman’s autobiography as the friend of Julie Morgan whom Harriet was introduced to…

Drakeford also appointed Rachel Shaw as a member of the Board. Rachel has had a long career working with children, as an Angel, a midwife and a health visitor and led the Safeguarding Children Service for Public Health Wales. Public Health Wales was well known as a repository for those who would have been dismissed from their jobs if they had worked in any organisation other than the NHS. I used to share an office with one such person who began life as an Angel in Liverpool, did a law degree but not very well and then reinvented herself as a ‘risk manager’ for the NHS. She was appointed to lead a risk management project based at Bangor University along with Patricia Gaskell, the manager of the Welsh Risk Pool. Gaskell was the former solicitor for the North West Wales NHS Trust who concealed the abuse of patients and criminal misconduct including assaults on patients by staff (see post ‘Who Is In Need Of Restraining?’). Another leading light in the project was John Bowles, the risk manager for Ysbyty Gwynedd whilst patients were slaughtered, a man who referred to his colleagues as ‘my subordinates’. Bowles and Gaskell used to drop in to our office to visit their colleague and Bowles took every opportunity that was available to him to read whatever documents were on my desk, have a look at my computer screen and ensure that he was within eavesdropping distance when I was making phone calls. This was almost certainly related to the war that the North West Wales NHS Trust were waging on me at the time after Gaskell had failed to investigate my complaints. I found out that Gaskell wasn’t investigating other people’s complaints either when she worked for the Trust. After three years the project imploded, everyone fell out with everyone else in true NHS style, the two PhD students who were part of the project left without Masters degrees let alone PhDs and so few project deliverables had been delivered that the project funders made noises about the return of their money. There was a huge row at a senior level in the University and the glorious leader of this appalling mess, the expert in risk management, became seriously depressed. Unlike your average service user, she didn’t find her life and career destroyed – no, she sued the University although how none of us ever discovered and was then given a job with Public Health Wales. Which she subsequently left under a huge cloud. It was not the end of the line. She set up an executive coaching business no less and over the last couple of years has been commissioned by the Betsi to train their senior doctors in the ways of ‘managing change’ and ‘transformational practice’. I cannot help wondering if the root of her success is related to the knowledge that she has about the wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends and her friendship with that very good friend of the paedophiles, the former CEO of the Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust, Gren Kershaw (see posts ‘How Much Do Staff Surveys Really Tell Us?’ and ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’).

I can see great things ahead for the National Independent Safeguarding Board.

 

Now for a bit more background on a man whom I introduced in my post ‘A Galaxy of Talent’, Ed and David Miliband’s Uncle Harry.

Uncle Harry was Professor Harry Keen who died in April 2013. Uncle Harry was married to Aunt ‘Nan’, Anna, who was Ralph Miliband’s sister. Uncle Harry spent his career in the elite London medical schools, log jammed with Top Doctors who run Harley Street clinics and profitable side-lines in expert witness testimonies alongside their NHS work. Uncle Harry qualified at St Mary’s Paddington on 5 July 1948 – the same day that the NHS came into being! Uncle Harry made much of this for PR purposes. Whenever Uncle Harry and his mates went into battle with the Gov’t – which as I shall explain happened quite regularly – Uncle Harry would remind them that the day that he qualified ‘was the start of his lifelong love of the NHS’. Uncle Harry had a little anecdote that he related which served him well in multiple situations. It concerned him paying a home visit to a poor down-trodden mother of two boys, Billy and Johnny (very obviously rather contrived names), at the dawn of the NHS. Mrs Anonymous – Uncle Harry didn’t invent a name for her – had called him out without realising that we now had an NHS and she didn’t have to pay for the medicine. In her attempt to skimp on the cost, she tried to pull the wool over Uncle Harry’s eyes as a result of her intentions to share one pot of medicine between the two boys although they had different medical needs. Uncle Harry worked out what was going on and was delighted to tell Mrs Name Not Worth Remembering that he could now give her a free prescription for BOTH boys. So the waifs received the appropriate medicines and Uncle Harry left the slum dwelling with a warm glow, safe in the knowledge that he would trot this story out in the event of every BMA pay claim.

Uncle Harry did not explain to the slum dwellers that the BMA had fought tooth and nail against the creation of the NHS and that the only way that Nye Bevan got them to agree to accept it was to ‘stuff their mouths with gold’ and give the Top Doctors enormous power within the NHS that was paying them a bloody fortune out of the taxes of people far less well paid.

After qualifying, Uncle Harry worked in the Medical Unit at St Mary’s Paddington until 1953. St Mary’s is the traditional birth place of Posh Babies – Prince William was born there. Half of the NHS obs and gynae budget was probably invested into Lindo Wing when Di announced her pregnancy. At the time that William was born there was much dissatisfaction with NHS maternity services which resulted in public protests. Up in Bangor, the St David’s Laundry was still in operation and at the London Hospital there was a civil war taking place between Wendy Savage and her boss (see post ‘The BMA and It’s Ethics’).

Uncle Harry of the Proles was then appointed Senior Clinical Assistant in the Diabetic Dept in King’s College Hospital, where he worked under Dr R.D. Lawrence, better known as Dr Robin Lawrence, who 19 years previously had founded the British Diabetes Association (now Diabetes UK) with his patient H.G. Wells.

If one googles Dr Robin Lawrence, one actually finds news stories about another Dr Robin Lawrence. This Dr Robin Lawrence was a Harley Street psychiatrist who in 2010 was struck off after telling a female patient who consulted him after she had a miscarriage about his sexual fantasies which featured her. Lawrence was subsequently reinstated after a High Court ruling that the decision was ‘unlawful due to unfairness during the GMC hearing and in the decision making process’ and because of ‘procedural and evidential irregularities’. Lawrence was subsequently reinstated on the register.

In 2000 the same Dr Robin Lawrence – then a senior fellow at the Institute of Psychiatry – denied serious professional misconduct at a GMC hearing after recommending to one of his young female patients that she should have sex with him on a regular basis as therapy when she mentioned that she was a virgin who was feeling a bit anxious about having sex for the first time. She had been his patient for three years and had originally consulted him about an eating disorder and her distress after her father had died. Lawrence – a married father of four – downloaded porn from the internet and showed it to her as part of the therapy.

An article in the Independent from Dec 1992 features the same Dr Robin Lawrence who was then working as a psychiatrist at South Western Hospital, Clapham. A woman had been sectioned and held at that hospital on the grounds that she had broken the tiles off the walls of her house and had made a bonfire in her house. It transpired that her power had been cut off after her house was flooded and that the only way that she could keep warm was by making a small fire. She had taken the tiles off her wall to make a safe platform and a surround for the fire. When it was discovered what had actually happened, a Mental Health Review Tribunal released her immediately. Robin Lawrence sectioned her again for six months before she had time to leave the hospital on the grounds that her ‘mental state had deteriorated’ and that he wanted to ‘try a new drug’ with her. The High Court were hearing the case and MIND expressed concerns that if the High Court upheld Lawrence’s actions, it would open up a loop hole in the Mental Health Act.

I am delighted to report that Robin Lawrence is still working as a psychiatrist and is advertising his services online. At the time of the South Western Hospital business, the mental health services in north Wales were far too busy facilitating the paedophile ring to look after any patients. I lived in the same village as a seriously mentally ill man who was also lighting open fires in the derelict school house in which he lived to keep warm. Neighbours were taking him food parcels because he had nothing to eat. Numerous villagers rang Gwynedd Social Services begging them to come out and help him but the please of everyone were ignored (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Throughout the many years that Robin Lawrence abused his position and shagged his patients, Dafydd did the same in north Wales whilst the GMC ignored every complaint about him and MIND colluded with his criminality and misconduct.

After 7 years at King’s, Uncle Harry spent a year as a researcher at the National Institute for Health in the US. In 1961 he returned to the UK and took up a position as a senior lecturer at Guy’s, an association ‘which would last for the rest of his life’. In 1971 Uncle Harry became the Professor of Human Metabolism at Guy’s and was head of the Academic Unit for Metabolic Medicine. He remained there until his retirement in 1990, after which he was Professor Emeritus -along with Dafydd’s mate Jim Watson, who was concealing organised child sexual abuse with his former colleagues at St George’s who also had a line in the dealing and distribution of drugs (see post ‘A Galaxy of Talent’).

Uncle Harry was active in healthcare policy and in the late 1980s he led an unsuccessful High Court challenge against Secretary of State Ken Clarke’s 1989 NHS reforms. Uncle Harry and the Top Doctors really hated Ken Clarke and he really hated them. As all of them were concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire, their battles ended in stalemate. There is a bit of a mystery concerning one matter during Ken’s Reign. When St George’s Hospital Medical School relocated to Tooting Broadway in the early 1980s, the old St George’s building and the land upon which it stood at Hyde Park Corner was worth a bomb. Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor aka the Duke of Westminster told the Gov’t that he wanted to be given the market value from the sale of the old St George’s site, on the grounds that St George’s had been established as a result of a  money and land gifted by his forebears. Ken Clarke thought that Gerald’s demand was outrageous – Ken wanted the Gov’t to sell the Hyde Park site to the Duke on the grounds that the NHS needed the money more than the Duke of Westminster did. Gerald Grosvenor contacted Thatcher and she was prepared to cave in to the Duke’s demands. For reasons that Ken Clarke doesn’t explain, he managed to persuade Thatcher not to hand millions of pounds over to the Duke of Westminster when she had absolutely no legal obligation to do so and the Hyde Park site was sold to the Duke. Clarke managed to do this when he was just a junior Minister in Health, before he became Secretary of State, but does not explain how he managed to gain the upper hand in a struggle with both Thatcher and the Duke of Westminster. See post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’ for a more detailed account of this.

Gerald Grosvenor was at that time the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association. The Tory MP for Chester was Sir Peter Morrison who was part of Thatcher’s Government and a buddy of Thatcher’s. Morrison was abusing children in care in north Wales and elsewhere, including attending sex parties with them. Thatcher was told about this but appointed Morrison Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party anyway and it was a source of gossip in the Conservative Association of Chester. On one occasion Morrison was seen driving away from Bryn Estyn with a boy in his car. I received an e mail the other day telling me that the boys at Bryn Estyn were sent on work placements at the Grosvenor estate but they used to be very reluctant to return once they’d been there a few times, although none of the boys would explain why they didn’t want to continue to visit the estate.

Gerald Grosvenor suffered from serious anxiety  and unspecified ‘nervous problems’ and was involved in a scandal after he was identified as a customer of a very expensive escort agency in the US (see post ‘I Want Serious Money Now Please’).

Uncle Harry was President of the NHS Support Federation and before his death had been actively campaigning against recent NHS changes. He was Chair of the British Diabetic Association/Diabetes UK, 1990-96 and then Vice-President for the rest of his life.

The website of Diabetes UK explains that it was founded in 1934 ‘by H.G. Wells’ and funds UK-based research into diabetes. In 2011 Diabetes UK gave more than £1 million in research grants and also funded 5 PhD studentships. Diabetes UK runs local support groups across the UK and also organises ‘events’ for people with diabetes.

Since Jan 2013 the Chair of Diabetes UK has been Sir Peter Dixon. For ten years Dixon was a Council member and a Trustee of the NHS Confederation, the body which represents the most senior managers in the NHS. Sir Peter was previously the Chair of UCL Hospitals Foundation Trust and Enfield and Haringey Health Authority. Haringey has been the site of many health and welfare scandals, the most recent high profile one being the murder of Baby P (see post ‘Everywoman?’). Diabetes UK’s website tells us that currently Sir Peter is: Chair of Imperial College Health Partners; Chair of the Anglia Ruskin Partnership; Chair of the South East Coast Ambulance Trust and a Trustee of Pathways, the ‘UK’s leading homeless healthcare charity’. Sir Peter was Chair of the Housing Corporation, 2003-08. His earlier career was in banking, business and finance.

The Vice-Chair of Diabetes UK was Julian Baust who in 2010 retired as Chair and MD of Kodak Ltd. He now works as a management consultant. Julian enjoys a number of ‘country based activities’. So Julian is one of those very rich businessmen who pays several thousand quid for a days shooting in parts of Wales and Scotland where they arrive by helicopter because they are not Uncle Harry’s NHS patients, many of whom will travel by bus.

Sir Harry Burns is a member of the Diabetes UK Board. Sir Harry is a Top Doctor who graduated from Glasgow University in 1974. By 1984 he was a consultant surgeon at the Royal Infirmary in Glasgow. Sir Harry’s work with patients living in the east end of Glasgow gave him an ‘insight into the complex inter-relationships between social and economic status and illness’. In 1994 Sir Harry was appointed Director of Public Health for Great Glasgow Health Board, in which post he ‘continued his research into the social determinants of health’. In 2005 Sir Harry was appointed Chief Medical Officer for Scotland. In April 2014 Sir Harry became Professor of Global Public Health at Strathclyde University, where he pursues his interest ‘into how societies create wellness’. In 2014 First Minister Nicola Sturgeon presented Sir Harry with a lifetime achievement award from the Scottish Government for Public Service.

I had previously attributed the terrible housing that still exists in the east end of Glasgow, the presence of the outrage there that is Parkhead Hospital and the fact that men in Glasgow’s east end have a DECREASING life-span and the shortest life-span among men in the UK – and among most of Europe – to the influence of Sir Harry’s colleague from Glasgow University, Sir Kenneth Calman, paedophiles’ friend and former Chief Medical Officer of Scotland, CMO of England and Wales and dad of Radio 4 comedy favourite Susan Calman (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’). I now realise that it must be a result of Sir Harry’s lifelong career as a leading light in social and health inequalities.

Sir Harry’s fellow Board members include Noah Franklin, the Treasurer of Diabetes UK since July 2011. Noah was Group Finance Director of Volace International Ltd. After graduating from Oxford, Noah Frankin became an accountant with Arthur Andersen and then worked for Whitbread. Franklin moved to Cadbury Schweppes with whom he spent 12 years. Franklin held various roles with Cadbury Schweppes, including those of Finance Director for Europe, the Middle East and Africa and MD of Global Business Services.

Thank God we had Uncle Harry, Diabetes UK and the Gov’ts who employed Uncle Harry and his mates as advisors to berate  people on low incomes for boozing too much and eating junk food instead of guacamole. Sir Harry Burns will be able to explain that it is because Poor People are uneducated and ‘unaspirational’. And if they are men it is because They Won’t Visit Their Doctors And Talk About Things. Fortunately if a very wealthy person who drinks far too much and goes under the name of George Best wrecks his liver, Sir Roger Williams is at King’s College Hospital to ensure that that he is prioritised for a liver transplant on the NHS, even if he continues to drink like a fish and breach all the rules whilst remaining on the transplant list.

Noah Franklin has also worked as Chief Finance Officer of a ‘venture developing large scale arable farming in South America’. What could this have been about I wonder – growing the feedstuff for the beef cattle who were then turned into Big Macs perhaps??

Professor Wasim Hanif sits on the Board. He is Professor of Diabetes and Endocrinology, consultant physician and Clinical Director of Diabetes at the University Hospital, Birmingham. Wasim was selected for the King’s Fund Leadership Programme in Diabetes. One wonders how – Wasim’s specialism is diabetes in South Asian populations in the UK, which continue to have high rates of diabetes despite Wasim’s efforts. Wasim had held many Gov’t advisory roles, including at NICE.

Gareth Hoskins is another Board member. Gareth was Executive Director of Legal & General plc. He is also an advisor to Green Park Partners Ltd, a ‘London-based investment and advisory business’.

Board member Helen McCallum retired as DG of Consumers International in 2013. Previously Helen had spent 5 years as Head of Communications in the NHS – before devolution. So Helen knew what was happening in the north Wales mental health services when Dafydd was allowed to ‘retire’ without any of the complaints about him being followed up and was given the contract to provide substance abuse services for north Wales at the same time (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). McCallum’s success at keeping that sewer out of the media led to her appointment in 1999 as Director of Communications at the Department of Health by the Milibands’ friend Blair – whilst Blair concealed the on-going shite in the NHS and managed the fall-out from the Waterhouse Inquiry. Helen will have known that people were dying at Mid-Staffs as well but she took care not to communicate that to the wrong people – such as people who lived locally who were risking their necks when they went to the local hospital. After her success at the DoH Helen spent 7 years doing her Lord Haw Haw bit at the UK Environment Agency. Perhaps when Tony and then Gordon did the dirty deals behind closed doors that resulted in the new Hinkley Point development being given the go-ahead. Helen is a Trustee of ‘Arts and Minds’, a Cambridgshire charity for people with  mental health problems.

Janice Watson is another member of the Board who has had a career in finance. Janice sat on the Advisory Investment Committee of WHO (World Health Organisation).

Another Board member is Prof Rhys Williams, who retired as Professor of Clinical Endocrinology and Dean of Medicine at Swansea University in 2011. So he’ll have been Dean at Swansea when the awful Frances Rapport was given a Chair in Swansea School of Medicine on the basis of a publication list that would not have flattered a post-doc with two years of research experience. How Frances ever managed to achieve this was discussed the length and breadth of Wales. Jaws hit the ground once again a few years later when despite having achieved no more, Frances announced that she was off to Harvard. Frances became an academic in mid-life, her first career was as Something Arty. Frances is a sensitive soul, she wears silk scarves, writes poetry and wins awards from Arty organisations. Her brother was a big name in social anthropology by the time that Frances decided that she’d like to become a Professor of Social Sciences and her family own a huge building company which seems to have built most of south Wales. Frances’s colleague Rhys was Vice-President of Diabetes International, 2000-06. Previously Rhys was heavily involved with the diabetes division of WHO in Geneva – he still acts as a visiting consultant for WHO. Rhys Williams led the Advisory Group Review of Diabetes Services in 1993 and Chaired the Diabetes UK Wales Advisory Council

The final person listed on this Board of moneyed spivs and hypocrites is Dr Bob Young, who spent over 25 years working as a consultant diabetologist for Salford Royal NHS Foundation Trust.

 

Barbara Young, the CEO of Diabetes UK, described Uncle Harry as ‘one of the greatest defenders of a first-class NHS open to all on equal terms’. That must be why Uncle Harry’s two nephews colluded with other leading lights in New Labour to conceal malpractice and criminality in the NHS, much of it relating to organised child sexual abuse, which resulted in the likes of me and a few others being generally abused and then unlawfully refused NHS treatment. David Miliband has scarpered to America but Ed is still in the UK pledging his support for Angels and the NHS and whiskers on kittens and raindrops on roses, stressing that the NHS and the Top Doctors need even more money. Whenever Ed starts waxing lyrical about the NHS he mentions Uncle Harry, kind wise Uncle Harry who was such an influence on Ed whilst Ed was growing up. Uncle Harry whose colleagues were concealing a paedophile gang and organised crime whilst being paid a great deal of money.

Uncle Harry’s colleague from Guy’s, Professor Giancarlo Viberti, maintained that Uncle Harry was ‘one of the most non-discriminatory people that I have ever met’. No-one ever mentions the extreme discrimination that anyone who challenged Dafydd and the paedophile gang encountered, not even in order to win their battle with Ken Clarke.

Sir George Alberti was a friend and colleague of Uncle Harry’s for 40 years. Between 1985-2002 Sir George was Professor of Medicine at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne and then Dean of Medicine (1995-97) there. Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Medical School was populated with people who did Dafydd and the paedophiles many favours, particularly Lord John Walton the neurologist (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Professor Bob Woods and Dr Neil Davies who spent years working in the mental health services alongside Dafydd and the paedophiles both previously worked in mental health in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. Liam Donaldson, the utterly lacklustre Chief Medical Officer whom Ed and David’s mate Blair appointed, is now Chancellor of the University of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. Liam Donaldson’s principal claim to fame before Blair appointed him CMO was being the Senior Medical Officer of the Health Authority which employed Marietta Higgs and Geoffrey Wyatt, the two bottom inspecting paediatricians who were the cause of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal. That scandal resulted in over 100 children being unnecessarily taken into care, serious accusations being levelled at innocent people and two suicides by innocent people who had been imprisoned – but at least it successfully muddied the waters regarding the abuse of children by the paedophile gang in north Wales (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’), the leading lights of which had previously worked in Gateshead where they had run a paedophile gang, which had been concealed by Ernest Armstrong the Labour MP and the father of Blair’s close mate Hilary Armstrong who succeeded her father in that seat (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

The north east of England was a political stronghold of Blair and his mates.

Sir George Alberti was Chair of King’s College Hospital Foundation NHS Trust, 2011-15. King’s College Hospital Foundation Trust was placed in special measures only weeks ago the day after the Chairman Bob Kerslake resigned. Bob was previously head of the Civil Service, 2012-15, so will know a great deal about the wrongdoing concealed by civil servants as described in post ‘Additional Security Measures’. Upon resigning Bob made a tear jerking statement about the cruel Gov’t starving the NHS of funds and how being a man of principle he was therefore resigning. King’s had been heading for disaster for a very long time, but because so many Top Doctors worked there no-one acknowledged what was going on. It was decided that there was no option but to place King’s in special measures as a result of the ‘sheer scale and pace of deterioration’ of its financial situation. King’s College Hospital was the territory of Sir Roger Williams, George Best’s doctor and the location of George Best’s liver transplant, although the public were led to believe that George paid for that transplant to be carried out by the private sector.

Bob Kerslake was recently appointed as an advisor to Jeremy Corbyn on health.

 

I mentioned the charitable nature of Lord David Sainsbury in my post ‘Security, Security’. Sainsbury is a billionaire who Chaired the Family business – Sainsbury’s, 1992-97. In 1997 he was given a peerage by Tony Blair and in 1998 was appinted the Minister for Science and Innovation. Sainsbury resigned from that post in 2006 but maintained that his resignation had nothing to do with the cash for honours scandal that had recently exploded. In July 2006 David Sainsbury had been the first person to be interviewed in the investigation but Charlie Falconer reassured everyone that Sainsbury’s appointment as Minister had been on merit alone and was entirely unrelated to the dosh that he had given to the Labour Party. So how meritorious was David Sainsbury? Well he had been to Eton and was a graduate of King’s College, Cambridge, had an MBA from Columbia Business School and had run the huge chain of supermarkets that he had inherited by accident of birth. How much had Sainsbury given to the Labour Party? Between 1996-2006 when he resigned his Ministerial position Sainsbury donated £16 million to the Labour Party. His generosity continued after 2006 – Sainsbury was a big fan of Gordon and donated another £2.5 million to the Labour Party during 2007-08. Sainsbury is also associated with the IPPR and Progress. He gave £2 million to Progress between 2001-11. Between Dec 2011-April 2013 Sainsbury gave £390k to Progress and the Movement for Change.

David Sainsbury did not end up in hot water simply because he gave many millions to the Labour Party. The real fuss was made because of a secret loan of £2 million that he’d given the Labour Party. Not that it was secret – Sainsbury admitted misleading the public by not declaring the loan but only ‘unintentionally’. David had declared the loan to his Permanent Secretary at the DTI Sir Brian Bender, but Bender’s office had become ‘confused’ because Sainsbury had made the loan at the same time as he’d made one of his many substantial donations to the Party. Sainsbury was giving Blair so much dosh that understandably the civil servants lost track of what he’d given and when.

Charlie Falconer who was Lord Chancellor at the time stated that individuals who loan money to political parties should not be barred from office, particularly if they are as talented as the enormously wealthy David Sainsbury. However in April 2006 in an interview with the Guardian Charlie admitted that the party loan amendment to the electoral administration bill that was at that time going through Parliament was an attempt to address the ‘considerable’ public concern over secret loans following the cash for honours scandal that had blown up in March 2006. Blair had commissioned retired civil servant Sir Hayden Philips to conduct a review of the funding of political parties to calm the storm. Falconer told the Guardian that he was going to completely rely on Sir Hayden’s opinion and that of course he wasn’t going to tell Hayden what the Gov’t thought it’s conclusions were in advance. So was there a danger of Hayden saying anything that could put Blair et al in a difficult position? Let’s take a look at Sir Hayden’s track record.

Hayden Philips is a graduate of Clare College, Cambridge and of Yale. He joined the civil service as an Assistant Principal in the Home Office in 1967 – when the Home Secretaries were Roy Jenkins (Dec 1965-Nov 1967) and Jim Callaghan (Nov 1967-June 1970). In 1967 the Home Office was directly responsible for the management of Approved Schools such as Axwell Park at Gateshead and Bryn Estyn. In 1967 Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth were working at Axwell Park and a paedophile ring was operating there, which was being concealed by Blair’s mate Ernest Armstrong who was using his friendship with Tony Crosland in Harold Wilson’s Gov’t to do this. In 1973 Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth relocated to Bryn Estyn – where they added to – and no doubt expanded – the paedophile gang which was busy in north Wales. Bryn Estyn was directly managed by the Home Office when Arnold and Howarth took up their jobs there. Hayden remained at the Home Office until 1977. Between 1970-72 he was Economic Advisor and then Principal, 1972-74, under Heath’s Home Secretaries, Reginald Maudling and Robert Carr. Roy Jenkins was Home Secretary, 1974-76 when Hayden Philips was Assistant Secretary at the Home Office and then Principal Private Secretary to Roy.

So Philips served in the Home Office under every Home Secretary that concealed the paedophile ring which originated in Gateshead and then sent two of its leading lights to north Wales to add to the fun there. Roy Jenkins not only concealed institutionalised child sexual abuse but he had an affair with Tony Crosland, who was used to conceal it as well – but then Roy Jenkins did some quite interesting things (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part ‘). Blair used to maintain that Roy Jenkins was his mentor and he did appoint Jenkins to advisor roles.

Roy and Hayden were so fond of each other that when Roy was appointed President of the European Commission in 1977, Hayden went with him as his Deputy Chef de Cabinet.

An article in the Spectator in 2003 about Hayden Philips described Roy Jenkins as Hayden’s ‘first and greatest patron’. Jenkins didn’t like dining alone and the Spectator informs us that when Roy was at the European Commission, 1977-79, Hayden frequently kept him company when he dined, along with the Chef de Cabinet, Crispin Tickell and a more junior member of staff Laura Grenfell. Before long Hayden divorced his first wife Dr Ann Watkins and married Laura. Laura’s father was Lord St Just and her mother was Leslie Carter, the daughter of Conde Nast of New York. Leslie Carter later married Mark Bonham-Carter. Bonham-Carter was the grandson of Liberal PM H.H. Asquith. His sister was married to Jo Grimond the leader of the Liberal Party and Bonham-Carter was an advisor to Grimond throughout his leadership. Bonham-Carter was also for a short time the MP for Torrington in Devon. One thing that Bonham-Carter will have known all about was the activities of Jeremy Thorpe (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’).

In 1979 Hayden Philips returned to the Home Office as Assistant Secretary whilst Willie Whitelaw was Home Secretary. Whitelaw used his many influential positions to conceal the paedophile ring in north Wales, of which his colleague Sir Peter Morrison was a member. Whilst Willie blathered on about short sharp shocks and young thugs, Peter Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury and was molesting those young thugs many of whom weren’t young thugs at all but disadvantaged young people who had fallen into the caring hands of the north Wales social services and mental health services. Hayden was Assistant Under-Secretary at the Home Office, 1981-86. So he’ll have known about the extensive wrongdoing at the Home Office under Home Secretaries Willie Whitelaw, Leon Brittan and Douglas Hurd as detailed in my post ‘Additional Security Measures’.

Philips continued his career at the scene of the crimes of Thatcher’s Gov’t. He was appointed Assistant Secretary in the Cabinet Office in 1986 when Robert Armstrong was Cabinet Secretary (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Between 1988-92 Philips was Deputy Secretary in the Treasury and then Permanent Secretary in the Department for National Heritage which evolved into the Department for Culture, Media and Sport, 1992 -98. He served under Secretaries of State David Mellor, Peter Brooke, Stephen Dorrell, Virginia Bottomley and Chris Smith. Chris Smith  was the MP for Finsbury Park which was part of Islington. He will have known about about the paedophile ring in the Islington children’s homes.

Hayden was Clerk of the Crown in the Chancery, 1998-04 and Permanent Secretary of the Lord Chancellor’s Dept, which in 2003 became the Dept of Constitutional Affairs. So that’s what Hayden Philips was doing whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took place, when the Waterhouse Report was published and during the fall-out afterwards. Philips was working for Blair’s mates Derry Irvine and then Charlie Falconer. Philips was the first person who wasn’t a lawyer to head that Dept but he was such an asset that he was asked to stay on past retirement age, which is how he ended up working for Charlie Falconer.

It was noted by the Spectator that Blair’s ‘reforms’ which led to the creation of the Depts of Culture, Media and Sport and Constitutional Affairs was a process which led to the centralising of Whitehall control over huge swathes of the nation’s life. And Hayden Philips was put in control of it.

The Spectator article mentions that Philips had a reputation for shamelessly doing favours for the people in positions above him and that this made him very unpopular in some circles. A ‘high Tory’ was quoted as saying that Philips ‘was an oily little Welshman who thought he was going to be Cabinet Secretary by oiling up to the Labour Party’. I wonder where in Wales Philips came from – there are no references to any Welsh connections in the profiles that I have found of him. But then considering that Hayden Philips was helping to conceal wrongdoing that resulted in the murder of a number of witnesses to serious crime in Wales involving his political masters in London, it might have been very wise of him not to have advertised his Welsh connections.

Hayden lived on his farm near Salisbury in Wiltshire. Sir Peter Morrison’s family seat was in Wiltshire and dear old Ted Heath retired to Salisbury. Hayden was a Lay Canon at Salisbury Cathedral, Chairman of the Fabric Advisor Committee and Deputy Lieutenant of Wiltshire.

Hayden’s other appointments included: Senior Partner and Director of Hanson Westhouse; Director of GSL Ltd and St Just Farms Ltd; member of the Advisory Board of Englefield Capital; Director of Hanson Capital Investments; Chairman of Digital Cinema Funding Partnership.

Philips was appointed a member of the Council of Marlborough College in 1997 and in 2006 became Chairman of the Council. He was Chairman of the National Theatre, 2004-10.

Sir Hayden Philips was Charities Consultant to Prince Charles and the Duchess of Cornwall, 2004-09.

Philips conducted a review of the honours system in 2004 – so that’s why there has just been the annual row over the deeply unworthy people who received gongs in the New Years Honours list a few days ago. He did the work of His Master Blair in 2006-07 when he conducted his review of funding for political parties and in 2007 Philips Chaired inter-party talks on political funding.

In Jan 2010 Hayden Philips was appointed the Independent Reviewer for the ASA (Advertising Standards Authority). In Nov 2013 Philips was given the job of appointing the Board of the new Press Regulator.

Hayden Philips is a member of Brook’s club and a mate of Peter Hennessey, who has made a career out of crawling to the most deeply unpleasant politicians. I wonder whether Lord Hennessey of the Shameless Toadying will still dine out on his friendships now that a good number of his pals have been named on the internet as doing favours for a gang of paedophiles? Dafydd will be the only person left on the planet sending him dinner invitations.

So Hayden Philips was the man whom Blair appointed to reassure us all that nothing dodgy had gone on during David Sainsbury’s rapid journey from very rich grocer to the Minister for Science and Technology in the House of Lords.

 

What about Sir Brian Bender, the mandarin at the top of the DTI who got into a muddle because Sainsbury was giving the Labour Party so much dosh? Is Bender perhaps a dotty old man who’s not very good with numbers? No. Sir Brian Bender has a first degree and a PhD in physics from Imperial College and he joined the civil service after graduation. After the mergers between the institutions of London University, the London medical schools are all – or it might just be nearly all – now part of Imperial College. So the Top Doctors – including those at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School who built their careers on very questionable practices – now occupy an even mightier bastion of power and privilege. Just imagine the possibilities if you are a rather hopeless Labour politician who has aspirations to be PM and you have a Uncle who was a Top Doctor networked with that lot!

Sir Brian’s career as a mandarin resulted in him becoming Permanent Secretary at MAFF (later DEFRA), 2000-05 and then at the DTI, 2005-07, when he got all those millions from David Sainsbury that were pouring into the Labour Party’s coffers mixed up. Before that however, Sir Brian was Deputy Head of the European Secretariat at the Cabinet Office, 1994-99. Then Sir Brian was Permanent Secretary at the Cabinet Office, 1999-2000. So THAT’S who Blair trusted with that crucial position at the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

Sir Brian had a notorious boss whilst he was the mandarin at the DTI, later known as the Dept for Business, Enterprise and Regulatory Reform – Peter Mandelson! Peter Mandelson employed another civil servant in that Dept as well but he doesn’t know that I know this. Mandy employed as one of his right hand people a law graduate who grew up on Anglesey. She’s considered quite a star back on Anglesey having done so well for herself. Guess who her dad is? He is Ron Evans, who was the crooked lawyer who was employed by Gwynedd County Council back in the 1980s to conceal the paedophile gang! I have lots and lots of documents with Ron’s name on them, detailing the various plans to fit me up in Court – I also have documents written and signed by Lucille Hughes ordering people to add to Ron’s collection of tall tales about me (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). Nearly all the documents compiled about me by the paedophiles’ friends were CC’d to Ron Evans, not to his boss Hywel Ellis Hughes who was County Secretary. It was Ron who was the go-to crooked lawyer. In fact Ron Evans stopped that lot going to prison as his daughter will be able to tell you. Ron told them all that what they had all done was so serious and so illegal and so inexcusable that none of them must ever say a bloody word about it to anyone. Did Ron Evans end up in the Lords? No. Something very interesting happened to Ron after he saved everyone’s bacon. Ron became very ill with cancer and then had a serious nervous breakdown. He was handed over to the mental health services – one Bridget Lloyd was involved in his ‘care’ – and he was left to rot. He was never able to work as a lawyer again and his wife could not understand why so little could be done for her seriously ill husband. I’ll tell you why Dinah – because they were a bunch of murdering scumbags and their solution for protecting themselves was to dispose of anybody who had the dirt on them. Ron had mountains of it on all of them and when he became ill and could no longer work as a bent lawyer to keep them out of prison, as far as they were concerned he could be left to die just like the rest of us were.

Now Lloyd – would you like to tell the police what happened to Dorothy Griffiths, to Barry Shingles and tell them who told you you tell that pack of lies to the Court when you tried to have me imprisoned? Perhaps you would also like to tell the police the role that Keith Fearns played in that paedophile ring and what his trips to Eastern Europe with the ‘ladies football team’ were really all about? Furthermore you could come clean about just how many people were being unlawfully banged up in north Wales because most of the ‘sectioned’ patients that I met in Ysbyty Gwynedd or the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were being held illegally. Then there was that German student with anorexia – Sabrina – who was being ‘managed’ by Judy and Malcolm Stammers, your ‘social work colleagues’, both of whom knew what Dafydd and the paedophiles were doing – what did Sabrina know about you all that you were so terrified of her talking about? In case you hadn’t realised, the world is catching up with you, so there’ll be no more bullying vulnerable distressed people by Big Nurse anymore…

An article in the Torygraph in Feb 2009 reported that Sir Brian Bender would be retiring the following month with a pension pot worth £1.85 million, providing him with a hefty lump sum and an income of £75k per annum. In 2008 Brian Bender accepted 52 invitations to corporate functions, including KPMG, BT, Shell, Vodaphone and tickets for him and his wife to attend Wimbledon, the Derby and the Chelsea Flower Show. Brian Bender is currently on the list of ‘Speakers For Schools’. A fine example for the nation’s youth to follow…

In 2015 Bender was appointed Chair of Water UK. He was or still is Chairman of Honda’s European Communication and Consultation Group, Chairman of the Advisory Board of MHP Communications and Board mentor for Criticaleye Group.

 

David Sainsbury didn’t just bankroll the SDP and the Labour Party. He was pretty keen on the idea of the UK remaining in Europe. In 2016 he donated £2.150 million to the Labour Party’s ‘Remain’ campaign and £2.125 million to the Lib Dems ‘Remain’ campaign. Just for good measure Sainsbury also donated £260k to Progress in 2016.

After so many years of keeping New Labour afloat, Sainsbury announced that he would not be making any more donations to political parties and that he would be concentrating on charidee work – he had previous for this.

In 1967 the Gatsby Charitable Foundation was established by the Sainsbury dynasty. In 1993 David gave £200 million of Sainsbury’s shares to the Gatsby Foundation’s assets.

By 2009 the Gatsby Foundation had given £600 million to charity. In 2009 David allocated another £465 million to the Foundation, which made David Sainsbury the first Briton to give more than £1 billion to charity.

David founded the Sainsbury Management Fellowship in 1987 with the purpose of developing engineers into leaders in industry.

David Sainbury donated £127 million to Cambridge University over a period of 10 years.He donated £45 million the the Cambridge University Botanic Garden in 2005. In 2008 the Gatsby Foundation made a £82 million donation to Cambridge University and in 2011 the Cambridge University Sainsbury Laboratory opened. In 2008 David Sainsbury became a Fellow of the Royal Society and in 2011 Chancellor of Cambridge University. That appointment will have been made purely on merit as I am sure that Charlie Falconer could tell us.

David Sainsbury also dabbles in matters mental health. The Gatsby funded the utterly lame Sainsbury Centre for Mental Health, which was vigorously promoted to service users. I could never understand why because there was certainly never anything very exciting said or done by the Centre, but it was presented to service users as a Holy Grail. Imagine my surprise when I began teaching on an NVQ in Mental Health for aspiring care assistants at an FE College in Bangor in 2000 and on virtually every page of the course teaching material there was a shameless plug for the Sainsbury Centre for Mental Health. It was a piece of marketing and indoctrination every bit as blatant as the ‘samples’ of baby-related gear that are given out to new mothers in hospitals.

David wound up his Centre for Mental Health a few years ago, but the nations’s service users are not free from his yoke yet. David has put his lucre where the Top Doctors are at – into neuroscience! The Gatsby Foundation have funded the Gatsby Computational Neuroscience Unit at UCL since 1998. The Unit shares a much boasted about building with the Sainsbury-Wellcome Centre for Neural Circuitry and Behaviour. David even funded the 2014 Nobel Prize winner for physiology or medicine – Prof John O’Keefe, the Professor of Cognitive Neurosciences at UCL! Prof O’Keefe and some of his colleagues seem to have disappeared from the Gatsby Computational Neuroscience Unit’s webpage since I first mentioned Lord Sainsbury on this blog a few days ago. Too late Prof O’Keefe – I spotted you and remembered.

Presumably mental health research in the UK is now just a matter of David Sainbury saying ‘I own shrinks…’.

The Parole Board has been in the news today. It has incurred a great deal of bad publicity after it was revealed that John Worboys, a particularly vicious serial rapist, had been released from prison early without his victims being informed. This should not come as a surprise, because the Parole Board is packed with the corrupt Top Doctors who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Security, Security’). Those in key positions at the time of Worboy’s prosecution and conviction also came under fire when it was revealed that Worboys had committed many, many more rapes and serious offences but no-one bothered to charge him with them. Those who have been named and shamed are Keir Steirmer who was DPP, Baroness Patsy Scotland the first black woman QC and a wonder of the world who was Attorney General and the wimmin’s friend Dame Vera Baird who was Solicitor General. All three have previously featured on this blog as paedophiles’ friends. The man wheeled out to answer difficult questions was Prof Nick Hardwick, the Chair of the Parole Board.

So is Nick a corrupt Top Doctor like so many members of the Parole Board? No, but his credentials are just as good. Nick graduated from Hull University in 1979 – so he will have been at Hull with dear old David Hanson MP, a paedophiles’ friend of the highest order (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II’). Nick was Chief Exec of Centrepoint, 1986-95, so like the man who established Centrepoint the Rev Ken Leech (see post ‘Radical Leicester – And Some Other Free Radicals’), Nick will have known all about kids from care being trafficked into prostitution because they were Centrepoint’s clientele. In 1992 Nick was seconded to the Dept of the Environment to work as special advisor to Housing Minister Sir George Young under Secretaries of State Michael Heseltine and Michael Howard. Young was a Tory MP between 1974-2015, who seven months after John Major appointed him Minister for Housing and Planning appeared on the Radio 4 Today programme and told the listeners that the homeless are ‘the people you step over when you come out of the opera’. As opposed to these days when the homeless are the disabled people who have had their benefits withdrawn because an unqualified assessor from Crapita has decided that they are malingering, or the people whose tower block has gone up in flames. In 1992 during a Parliamentary discussion concerning the Armley Asbestos Disaster, in response to requests for financial assistance from Gov’t for residual asbestos removal , Young refused, stating that it would not be ‘a justifiable use of public funds’.

Young is an enthusiastic cyclist and was known as the ‘bicycling baronet’. In 1982 he appeared with his young children and Jimmy Savile on a British Rail poster advertising the fact that one could now take one’s bike on the train. Despite his fondness for cycling, in 1987 George Young was banned for drink driving. He crashed into a motorway barrier but continued until he was stopped by the police.

George Young has previously been a churchwarden and a member of a diocesan synod of the Church of England. He is a Patron of the Tory Reform Group.

Between 1995-2003 Nick Hardwick was CEO of the Refugee Council. In 2002 he was appointed head of the IPPC and in July 2010 Nick became Chief Inspector of Prisons. In March 2016 he was appointed Chair of the Parole Board.

Hardwick was Chair of the Housing Ombudsman Service, 2010-13. He is or was Chair of the New Horizon Youth Centre and a Trustee of Prisoners Abroad. Leicester University, that institution which employed so many people who concealed the activities of Frank Beck, Greville Janner and the Leicestershire paedophile ring made Nick an Honorary Visiting Fellow. The University of Leicester website mentions that Nick’s ‘earlier career’ was with NACRO. So that will have been in the early 80s – when NACRO, at least in north Wales, were keeping quiet about the paedophile gang although some of their clients had been the victims of that gang.

Nick is Professor of Criminal Justice at Royal Holloway, University of London.

 

My post ‘A Galaxy of Talent’ mentioned Top Doctors at Barts who concealed serious wrongdoing, including Linford Rees who had connections to Wales. Graham Chapman of Monty Python fame qualified as a Top Doctor from Barts but left medicine soon after qualifying. Chapman came out as gay long before  it was socially acceptable and was an early member of Gay Liberation. Because he was famous and a zany comedian, Chapman’s often very unacceptable conduct was excused. He was an alcoholic who entertained himself by dipping his penis in people’s drinks in pubs in Highgate where he lived but it was only a Python being madcap so he wasn’t arrested. Something else that Chapman did that was very widely known but went unmentioned was to pick up teenaged boys for sex. Chapman ‘took in’ a teenager from Liverpool who had run away. Chapman was interviewed by the police and basically intimidated the plod by stressing that he was a doctor. There were no further inquiries. Everybody was told that the teenager, John Tomiczec, was 17. He was 13. Chapman knew Snowdonia well and visited regularly because he was a keen climber. There was some connection between John, Chapman and Snowdonia – either John was in Snowdonia when he met Chapman or Chapman took him there which was where Chapman was interviewed by the police. John refused to return to Liverpool and Chapman met John’s father and told him that John wanted to move in with Chapman. This is what happened and Chapman and his partner David Sherlock subsequently adopted him in the early 1970s. John was always introduced as Chapman’s son but it was an open secret that there was a sexual element to their relationship. John had a whale of a time living with Chapman. He appeared in a Python film and Graham let him drink as much as he wanted. Chapman died of cancer in 1989 at 48. John died in 1992.

This blog has mentioned 1992 a lot. Sir Peter Morrison stepped down as an MP at the 1992 General Election which was held on 9 April and a whole host of people who had concealed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were elevated to the peerage. Professor Hamid Ghodse at St George’s Hospital Medical School whose colleagues had concealed the criminal atrocities of Tony Francis, Dafydd Aun Jones and Lucille Hughes (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’) opened his International Centre for Drugs Policy. Ghodse had a connection to Wales.

On 15 March 1992 the police carried out dawn raids in the Wrexham area. 16 men and 1 woman were arrested – all but one had worked at Bryn Estyn. No child porn or evidence of a paedophile ring was found. All but 4 of  the 16 men who had been arrested were released before the end of the day without  charge. Of the others only one made any admissions.

John Major’s Tory Party was re-elected on 9 April.

Less than two weeks later five witnesses to the abuse of children in care in north Wales were killed by fire caused by a petrol bomb (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs’). The man who allegedly confessed to starting the fire was found dead days later. One man who survived claimed that victims of the paedophile gang in north Wales were being murdered – he was later found dead after having given evidence, days before he was due to receive a payment from the Criminal Injuries Compensation Board.

At the time of the police raids in Wrexham the Home Secretary was Kenneth Baker and the Secretary of State for Health was William Waldegrave. At the time of the arson attack which killed the five witnesses the Home Secretary was Ken Clarke and the Secretary of State for Health was Virginia Bottomly.

Chris Patten was Chair of the Conservative Party throughout and had organised the Tories election campaign. The Tories had feared losing the election partly because of the perceived crisis of confidence in the criminal justice system. Sir Peter Morrison had previously been Deputy Party Chairman whilst Norman Tebbit was Chairman.

Thatcher’s autobiography ‘The Downing Street Years’ was published in 1993. Among those thanked in the acknowledgements were Sir Peter Morrison.

A Galaxy of Talent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank goodness we had Linford who transformed psychiatry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pussy Riot!

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

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

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

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

Linford was awarded a CBE in 1978.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Birley was awarded a CBE in 1990.

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Ghodse undoubtedly knew Tony Francis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now how ever did Hamid manage to do that?

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named…

Previous posts such as ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection’ have mentioned how useful the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal in 1987 was in terms of distracting attention from the reports emanating from north Wales that something dreadful was happening there which involved the abuse of mental health patients and kids in care by those responsible for caring for them. Those posts also detailed some of the connections between healthcare professionals in north Wales and Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. Two of the key players in the paedophile ring which operated in north Wales – Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth – had previously worked at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where there had been allegations that Howarth had abused boys.

So let’s take a closer look at the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal.

 

Between Feb and July 1987 a series of extraordinary events in the child protection services in Cleveland in the north of England achieved international media coverage and made history.

The rest of the UK became aware that something very odd was happening in Cleveland when in May 1987 the media reported that an enormous number of children had been removed from their families and taken into care after it was alleged that they had been sexually abused. The media reports were a result of angry parents whose children had been removed from their care holding a protest. It transpired that so many children had been taken into care that the system couldn’t function – the authorities had run out of foster places, so children were being kept on the children’s wards in Middlesborough General Hospital in north Yorkshire. Because the wards were full of children who had allegedly been abused, there were no beds for children with medical conditions, the conditions on the wards became insanitary and unsafe as a result of the overcrowding, confidentiality was lost and nurses couldn’t cope because they were not kept informed about the legal status of the children or even who some of the people arriving on the wards to attend case conferences were. One nurse described the treatment of children and their families as ‘disgraceful’ and nurses were so concerned at what was happening that they made complaints to their managers and to the South Tees Health Authority. At one point the police were called in to maintain order on one of the wards as distraught and angry parents turned up to confront staff.

The thing that finally caused the system to stop functioning however was the complete breakdown in working relationships between the local professionals involved in child protection – paediatricians, social workers, the police and the police surgeons. Stuart Bell, the Labour MP for Middlesborough, became involved as a result of being contacted by a number of parents who maintained that they had been wrongly accused of abusing their children and who claimed that the professionals involved had not conducted themselves properly.

During the scandal, the mother of one child attempted suicide and two of the men accused of child abuse killed themselves in Durham Prison. After the death of one man evidence emerged suggesting he was innocent – the other dead man’s name was cleared when the real offender (in this case a child really had been abused) was convicted and sentenced. The mother of the dead man began litigation against Cleveland Constabulary and the Home Office. Not that the prison gave a stuff – the Top Doctors working at the prison described the dead INNOCENT man as ‘upset and mentally hysterical’.

So who was the Home Secretary whilst this was happening? Step forward Douglas Hurd, former pupil and good friend of Alan Barker, husband of Trumpers aka Baroness Jean Trumpington, who only months after the Cleveland Scandal appointed Jimmy Savile to the Broadmooor Hospital Management Board in her capacity as a junior Health Minister…

The Northern Regional Health Authority and Cleveland Social Services were thrown into complete chaos as a result of the events of 1987.

The very high number of children taken into care was a direct result of the work of three people  -two paediatricians, Dr Marietta Higgs and Dr Geoffrey Wyatt and a ‘child abuse specialist’, social worker Sue Richardson. They had very little support from colleagues either in the north of England or anywhere else – except for a small clique, the highest profile of which was Dr Jane Wynne, a paediatrician from St James’s Hospital in Leeds.

Higgs, Wyatt, Richardson and Wynne have never accepted that they were ever mistaken or misguided. Higgs, Wyatt and Richardson robustly defended themselves – even after they were removed from child abuse work because their senior managers were unable to defend their practice. The line taken by Higgs et al throughout was that child sexual abuse was a very much bigger problem than anyone dared admit and that they were receiving a hostile reception because they were daring to draw attention to this.

Higgs et al were of course right in that in 1987 there was a major problem with child sexual abuse. Whilst I am sure that the abuse of children by families, family friends etc was underestimated, the thing that was being actively concealed was that in many parts of the UK the children’s services themselves had been infiltrated by gangs of paedophiles who were abusing and trafficking the children in their care. Huge swathes of society’s infrastructure – including the mental health services, the police, the legal/criminal justice system and charities – were colluding with what was happening in the care system. It is now admitted that gangs were in operation in north Wales/Cheshire/Shropshire, in the north east of England, in Yorkshire and Lancashire, in Birmingham, in London, in Belfast, in west Wales and in Scotland. These gangs had links with each other and were involved with organised crime on a pan-European basis. Corrupt professionals were involved including doctors, police officers, social workers, lawyers, judges, teachers, academics and people from the Third sector. The icing on the cake was the active involvement of a small number of politicians from across the political spectrum who were actually abusing children in care themselves and the desire of their colleagues not to ever let the wrongdoing become public for fear of the effect on their party at the ballot box.

The result was a massive cover-up and the consequent corrupting of much of the country’s infrastructure, the legacy of which the UK is still experiencing today.

There was a very obvious aspect of the Cleveland Scandal that suggested that the concerns of Higgs et al were not simply the concerns of professionals who simply believed that child sexual abuse was under-reported – that was the near obsession of Higgs and her colleagues with the idea that the numerous children whom they saw had been anally raped. Evidence suggests that most sexual abuse of children actually involves unwanted touching/groping of children or the enticement of children to indecently touch the abuser.  The anal rape of children is much less common. One situation in which the anal rape of children did occur however was during the abuse of male children by the paedophile gangs in areas like north Wales, where the gangs were targeting boys as much as girls.

Higgs and her colleagues famously relied entirely upon a now discredited technique – reflex anal dilatation (RAD) – upon which to base their ‘diagnosis’ of sexual abuse. Higgs and co always referred to their use of this technique to justify their actions – yet it was Dr Jane Wynne and her colleague from Leeds General Infirmary Dr Christopher Hobbs who were responsible for having claimed in the first place that it was reliable. Jane Wynne was close to Higgs and had mentored Higgs, Wyatt and Richardson – so they all referred to each others ‘expertise’, having previously declared themselves experts. The most ferocious row raged in the medical press with the majority of doctors maintaining that RAD was absolutely not a reliable test at all – some doctors made a point of demonstrating on their own babes in arms that using RAD ‘proved’ that their own babies had been anally penetrated. Other doctors maintained that a ‘positive’ response could result from something as simple as constipation. I have seen film footage of Jane Wynne explaining exactly how RAD develops as a result of anal rape – Wynne’s ‘explanation’ was not based on any science at all. This will have been why Wynne was challenged by medical practitioners rather than by social workers or journalists. Jane Wynne took a leaf out of the book of ‘Dr’ Gilliam McKeith and spent a few minutes garbling pseudoscience which would have sounded convincing to someone who had no knowledge of anatomy and physiology but the response of someone educated in those disciplines would be ‘sorry, it doesn’t work like that’. Jane Wynne might as well have thrown in a few references to the healing powers of crystals and Stonehenge for good measure.

Another glaring elephant in the room was that if children have been repeatedly anally raped – or in the case of babies/very young children, raped at all – they sustain injuries. Children’s anuses are not adult vaginas – there are no elastic tissues, they are damaged if things become too brutal. Indeed the boys in care in north Wales who had been raped by the paedophile gang were presenting to doctors with anal injuries, only to be dismissed by those Top Doctors colluding with Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles in north Wales with idiocies such as ‘you’ve got piles’. If all these infants encountered by Marietta Higgs et al really had been anally abused, Higgs et al would have seen a good deal more than RAD.

Higgs and her colleagues really did seem to descend into a madness that was evident to everyone but them. Whilst I accept that children who have been abused show a variety of behaviours/symptoms that may not be obvious or may be complex, some of what went on in Cleveland in 1987 was inexplicable by any standards. On one occasion Dr Geoffrey Wyatt rang a social worker and demanded that all 120 pupils of a local school for learning disabled children be brought to his clinic at Middlesborough General Hospital by 5 pm that day for anal examinations. A child with learning disabilities taken to Middlesborough General Hospital for a brain scan because of epilepsy and no other reason at all was given an anal examination lest they had been abused. One child taken along to the hospital because of an ear problem ended up being taken into care after their anus was examined and found wanting. Higgs and Wyatt were appearing on the children’s wards at midnight equipped with torches to conduct anal examinations of children, including those who had been admitted by other paediatricians for other reasons. Some children were given anal examinations ten or eleven times. Gobsmacked parents were asking incredulously ‘what ARE you doing?’, nurses were in tears and telephoning managers to report their deep concerns at what was happening and eventually the police photographer refused the requests of Higgs and colleagues to photograph the suspect anuses after proffering the opinion that this was abuse itself. When the police refused to photograph any more bottoms, social workers did it instead.

The insanity reached such epic proportions that Viz magazine began a cartoon strip called ‘The Bottom Inspectors’ in which uniformed Official Bottom Inspectors patrolled the nation and waylaid passers-by with the blood curdling cry of ‘bare your bottoms now’ in search of bottom crimes such as ‘labourer’s cleft’, for which people would be sent to a Bottom Correction Centre for re-education. Which hordes of young people thought was absolutely hysterically funny at the time, but a more sober reading of what happened in Cleveland in 1987 strikes one as having been every bit as ridiculous as the best that Viz conjured up.

In July 1987 it was clear that the chaos had to be brought to a stop. Higgs was suspended from child abuse work and Lord Justice Elizabeth Butler-Sloss (she was called Lord Justice back then because Butler-Sloss was the only female Lord Justice that there had been and it was beyond the wit of anyone to think of calling her ‘Lady Justice’) was commissioned by the Gov’t to Chair an Inquiry into the events at Cleveland. The Inquiry sat between 4 August-17 Dec 1987 and final submissions were heard from the end of January. and Butler-Sloss submitted her Report in July 1988.

Even after Butler-Sloss’s Report, there was not that much clarity regarding the events of Feb-July 1987 in Cleveland. Although some accounts deny this, Butler-Sloss concluded that the majority of children taken into care by Higgs et al in 1987 had not been sexually abused and that RAD wasn’t a reliable technique upon which to base a diagnosis of anal rape. Out of the 121 children taken into care during those months, 94 were returned to their parents. However Butler-Sloss did not attempt any meaningful analysis of what on earth had led to the havoc in Cleveland – it was explained as basically all the result of a few genuine but misguided people who had a misplaced faith in a ‘controversial technique’.

But then Butler-Sloss could not have afforded to dig too deeply, let alone expose a child protection system that was rotten to the core and facilitating the large scale serious abuse of those in its care, abuse which was  concealed by the very professions in which society places the most trust and gives the most power. Butler-Sloss’s brother was Sir Michael Havers, the Attorney General for Margaret Thatcher’s Government, 1979-June 1987. Havers was in post virtually throughout the whole saga. He was succeeded by Sir Patrick Mayhew – who in his capacity as Attorney General authorised two prosecutions against me for contempt of Court on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales in the years following Cleveland. In 1981 in response to a question in the House from Tory MP Geoffrey Dickens, Michael Havers admitted that he had blocked the prosecution of Sir Peter Hayman – a former diplomat who was alleged to work for MI6 – who was a paedophile and had been caught in possession of obscene material featuring children. Furthermore Thatcher was a personal friend of Jimmy Savile, who was a paedophile active in north Yorkshire – as well as in other locations –  and who called the shots at St James’s Hospital in Leeds, where Dr Jane Wynne worked. Savile’s friend Alan Franey was Assistant Manager of Leeds General Infirmary, where Dr Christopher Hobbs worked. St James’s Hospital was the subject of constant good PR from the BBC as a result of Savile’s connections there. Whilst Butler-Sloss was writing her Report Savile and Alan Franey were appointed to the Senior Management Board of Broadmoor Hospital via a highly irregular process by Thatcher’s junior Health Minister Baroness Jean Trumpington. At the time the civil service serving the DHSS also contained corrupt and dysfunctional mandarins (see posts ‘The Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The Late 1980s’, ’95 Glorious Years!’ and ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). Whilst insanity in Cleveland prevailed, Sir Peter Morrison -who was abusing children in care in north Wales – held the post of Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party and when Butler-Sloss was keeping herself busy writing her Report, Morrison occupied the position of Minister of State for Energy.

Like her brother, Butler-Sloss was a Tory. She had previously stood for election as a Conservative candidate. She has every right to be a Conservative, but since Cleveland, Butler-Sloss has demonstrated that she cannot always act impartiality. She was Theresa May’s first choice to Chair the IICSA (Independent Inquiry On Child Sexual Abuse), but stepped down after questions were asked about her being compromised by her brother’s refusal to prosecute Sir Peter Hayman. It was then revealed that Butler-Sloss had wanted to ensure that abuse perpetrated by people in the Church of England wasn’t included in the IICSA – Butler-Sloss is a leading light in the Church of England.

I have just finished reading Stuart Bell’s 1988 account of the events in Cleveland in 1987, ‘When Salem Came To The Boro’. Bell, the Labour MP for Middlesborough, was one of people who came under attack in numerous Guardian articles (which were usually uncritically supportive of Higgs et al) at the time. Bell was portrayed as a shamelessly opportunistic politician questioning ‘experts’ who only had children’s best interests at heart. Much was made of allegations that Stuart Bell’s ‘interference’ had made a lot of people very angry and that he lost political friends because of it. I bet he did – no-one would have wanted him taking a close look at what was happening. After all what does the reputation, welfare and freedom of a few little people matter when there are the careers of politicians and the reputations of the medical establishment, child protection system, criminal justice system, legal profession and judiciary to consider? In 1979 Lord Denning had claimed that if the convictions of the Birmingham Six were to be overturned it would mean admitting that such a degree of corruption existed in the criminal justice and legal system that the result would be an ‘appalling vista’ – such an appalling vista that it was better to keep six innocent men in prison. Likewise who would ever want to admit that a dangerous old nutter in north Wales was being allowed to practice psychiatry whilst he unlawfully imprisoned young women whom he wanted to have sex with and facilitated a paedophile ring with the knowledge of the whole medical establishment? This was yet another vista which was so appalling that it was obviously better that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was allowed to continue uninvestigated by the GMC and unhindered, even if his patients and kids in care did keep turning up dead.

Stuart Bell’s book is actually meticulously researched and based on documents compiled at the time by those involved and interviews with a very wide spectrum of people holding varying views and allegiances. It is a very thorough account which provides full details of the events throughout 1987, along with times and dates.

Bell describes in his book some of the things that I witnessed in north Wales in the wake of my daring to complain about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. Most noticeably, Marietta Higgs, Geoffrey Wyatt and Sue Richardson would work with virtually no-one else except Jane Wynne, their mentor and partner in crime. Higgs, Wyatt and Richardson complained that it was other people who wouldn’t work with them – but that was very obviously because other people found their practices so concerning that they challenged them, only to be met with serious hissy fits. Thus other practitioners backed off, leaving Higgs and Wyatt the elbow room to declare domain over ‘their’ patients. This is exactly what went on with Dr Dafydd Alun Jones in north Wales – no sane practitioner wanted to get involved in any patient’s case with Dafydd because everything about him stunk and everyone knew it. A lawyer told me in 1987 that once a patient had been referred to Dafydd, they’d had it – it was known in the region that no other doctor would agree to take over that patient’s case, no matter how badly things were going with dear old Dafydd. Like Dafydd, who also had a very small number of acolytes with whom he ‘worked’, Higgs, Wyatt and Richardson referred patients to each other – or to Jane Wynne. They backed up each other’s diagnoses without question and used every strategy possible to exclude other practitioners, including police surgeons – which considering that they were dealing with children who had allegedly been the victims of serious crime was extraordinary.

As already mentioned, Wynne, Wyatt and Higgs established themselves as experts in RAD and then referred to their own expertise to defend themselves. I saw this model of practice again and again in north Wales – for example, Dafydd was an ‘expert in PTSD’ and Professor Mark Williams was an ‘expert in MBCT’. In other words they stated that they were an expert, published something questionable, then their immediate circle were ‘trained’ by them and before you knew it an empire had been built and a nationwide expert created.

Higgs et al dominated an organisation called BASPCAN (British Association for the Study and Prevention of Child Abuse), which had been established by Higg’s former mentor Dr Christina Cooper in 1984-85. Prior to this Cooper had turned herself into something called the Ciba Foundation. Higgs was a member of BASPCAN, as was Jane Wynne, Sue Richardson, Christopher Hobbs and two people who did their bidding, Margery ‘Madge’ Bray, a social worker and Marjorie Dunne, a senior nurse with South Tees Health Authority and designated officer for child abuse in the Langbaurgh district of Cleveland. Higgs also formed the Cleveland Sex Abuse Group. BASPCAN and the Cleveland Sex Abuse Group were used as vehicles by this small group of people to rebuff challenges to their practice and to back each other up when under fire, under the umbrella of training and professional development. Mark Williams’s mindfulness retreats and practices in north west Wales served a similar function.

The other thing that was familiar when I read Bell’s account was the way in which everyone was just utterly impotent in the face of the sheer chaos that in the end threatened to stop the regional NHS and social services working. Readers unfamiliar with north Wales in the 1980s and 90s will find it hard to understand just how much trouble Dr Dafydd Alun Jones caused – it was havoc. Of course it was, he was doing completely crazy things much to the embarrassment of other professionals. After he had me unlawfully arrested and detained, a few days later he turned up at the North Wales Hospital to ‘visit’ me at midnight – the nurses got me out of bed. I was told some years later by a former member of staff from Denbigh that Dafydd would hold ward rounds at 3 am and that for most of the time he was so ‘floridly manic’ that it was impossible to work with him. Another former member of staff was frank enough to say that ‘he was mad, he was chaotic and he was dangerous’. People were horrified – like the nurses in Middlesborough were who witnessed Higgs and Wyatt turning up at midnight to inspect a few bottoms and then telling the nurses to get other children out of beds because their bottoms needed inspecting as well – but no-one actually felt able to say ‘stop it or you will face disciplinary action’. Serious complaints about Wyatt and Higgs from patients and other staff were responded to by the senior managers holding yet another meeting with Higgs and Wyatt where their actions would be ‘discussed’, only for Higgs and Wyatt to robustly defend themselves and then return to business as usual as soon as they left the meeting. Which was exactly the response of the authorities in north Wales to Dafydd – even in the events of patients dying or taking legal action.

Like Dafydd, Marietta Higgs was in conflict with the Health Authority over other matters – there had been an exchange of letters over ‘funding’ (well that was inevitable) and Higgs was demanding that she be allowed to establish a whole new Family Assessment Unit, in which she, Wyatt and Richardson could place all these families whose children’s bottoms were suspect under intensive surveillance.

Higgs also kept the medical records of the children whom she’d had taken into care in her office in another hospital – so the staff looking after the children on the wards of Middlesborough General couldn’t access even the records of children who also suffered from serious medical conditions. Higgs also removed certain pieces of crucial information from children’s medical records. This was going on in north Wales with my medical records but I didn’t realise it until last year when my lawyer forwarded some more documents relating to my case to me. There was a letter in there written to a Top Doctor and signed by Alun Davies, the manager of the mental health services for Gwynedd Health Authority, asking for my medical records back because Alun Davies usually kept them with him! Davies also mentioned in the letter that he had read through my medical records himself to see if he could find anything in them which would result in the Health Authority being sued. Davies – the fact that you, a non-clinical member of staff, were keeping my records and had even read them was enough in itself for the Health Authority to be sued.

Most worryingly in Cleveland, as with Dafydd and his colleagues, there were complaints that patients were finding their encounters with Higgs and Wyatt incredibly distressing. Parents reported being treated harshly as a result of being suspected of having abused their children. But some very distressing things happened to some of the children whom Higgs et al claimed to be protecting. There were accounts of Geoffrey Wyatt swearing at children – although he denied this – shouting at others, losing his patience with frightened or distressed children and physically hurting them during the bottom inspections.

Those of us in north Wales who tangled with Dafydd and the gang noticed that we always seemed to end up in the hands of certain police officers, social workers or magistrates if Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends were hoping to have us imprisoned. Pwllheli Magistrates Court was a favourite venue if corruption was at play – people would be transported all the way to Pwllheli from Bangor, Bethesda, Caernarfon, Llanberis, Anglesey, anywhere really, even on days when Magistrates Courts in the local towns would be sitting. Likewise Huw Daniel was a favourite judge of the mental health services if someone needed to be prosecuted and hopefully imprisoned on the basis of mental health staff perjuring themselves – great efforts were made to ensure that dear old Huw would hear the case all the way through. In the case of Cleveland, Stuart Bell discovered that nearly all the place of safety orders obtained by Higgs/Wyatt/Richardson – and there were a great many, 276 applications between 1 Jan and the end of July in 1987 which is what led to questions being asked – were obtained by an application to a JP at home, rather than before a Court. The Social Services had a yearbook of all the Magistrates home addresses, so presumably Richardson et al could leaf through and approach those who could be relied upon to sign the care order quietly without asking any questions. The Magistrates were certainly good at doing what they were told – in one single day in June 1987, 59 care orders were signed.

Just to reassure everyone that the Magistrates would know what they were doing, Marietta wanted to Train them in the art of Bottomology. After the police refused to photograph any more bottoms, Marietta explained that she needed the photos to ‘educate’ the Magistrates. The Magistrates were pretty keen to educate themselves as well – Leonard Davies, the Chairman of the Teeside Juvenile Court panel and Alan Glyn Cooke, the Clerk to the Teeside Justices, met at a seminar on juvenile justice held by Teeside Poly where Davies was the speaker. Davies expressed concerns about what was happening.

Bell’s book describes an incident which I do not remember ever being reported anywhere at the time. One of the social workers responsible for interviewing the children who had allegedly been abused, Kathleen Anguoin, had conducted a series of – literally – interrogations of a small girl, in an attempt to get the girl to describe how a male relative had abused her. As with some of the accounts of other similar scandals eg. the Orkneys and Rochdale, the ‘interview’ was so leading that had the police conducted it in order to gain evidence, it would have been inadmissable in Court. To Kathleen’s frustration the little girl repeatedly denied that anyone had done anything untoward to  her bottom or any other part of her anatomy and she was uninterested in the ‘anatomically correct’ dolls given to her (ie. dolls in possession of bigger genitals than any human being that I have ever encountered). Kathleen spent several days ‘interviewing’ the little girl and ended up so desperate that when the little girl began playing with a stuffed snake – interestingly enough she shoved the sake into Kathleen’s mouth – Kathleen asked her what the ‘willy-snake’ had done and whether the willy-snake was wet or dry when she had played with it. The little girl still said nothing incriminating. Kathleen handed over two tapes of interviews to be used as evidence but destroyed another tape of interviews. She then wrote a suicide note, left messages for her nearest and dearest and on July 20 1987 drove to the north Yorkshire moors where she disappeared. She was found on the moors in a bad way by a search and rescue party two days later and was taken to Friarage Hospital in Northallerton. Cleveland County Council subsequently withdrew the tapes that Kathleen had submitted as evidence.

Marietta Higgs had only been in post as a consultant paediatrician for a matter of weeks before she caused havoc in Cleveland. Furthermore she had actually been employed as an intensive care neonatologist, a role unconnected with child abuse.

I’ll now provide a brief overview of the key players in the Cleveland Scandal.

Higgs grew up in Australia and when she was in her late teens her mother remarried a Duncan Halliday. Halliday’s brother-in-law was a prominent gynaecologist in Dundee, Scotland. After a visit to Scotland where she witnessed her step-uncle at work in 1967, Marietta applied to study medicine at the University of Western Australia – she failed some crucial exams and was unable to take up the place. She married her boyfriend Donald Higgs and in 1968 started a family – she eventually became a mother of five. After re-taking exams, Higgs took up a place at medical school and qualified in 1975. She spent her pre-registration and then a subsequent year working at the Royal Adeleide Hospital, where her mentor was Prof George Maxwell, the Head of the Peadiatrics Dept at Adelaide University. Maxwell had trained in the UK at Edinburgh, then worked at the University of Wisconsin and in 1959 moved to Australia. Maxwell had pioneered child abuse work in Australia in the early 1960s.

In 1976 Higgs and her family relocated to England. She worked as a locum in Nottingham, then as an SHO in Chatham, Kent and in 1979 took up a post in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne with a research team investigating cot deaths. In 1980 Higgs embarked upon a two year scheme for registrars with the local Health Authority. It was then that Higgs developed an interest in child abuse. She worked with Dr Christina ‘Tina’ Cooper in Newcastle, who thought that Higgs should play a more active role in child abuse work. As part of her rota Higgs worked at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital Gateshead, where her boss was Dr Simon Court. Higgs also attended regular sessions at the Nuffield Child Psychiatry Unit in Newcastle – where she may well have met some of those we know and love who ended up working in north Wales or at least knew those in north Wales.

In 1983 Higgs attended a two day conference on child sexual abuse organised at the Northumbria Police HQ.

By 1985 Higgs was working as an intensive care neonatologist at the Princess Mary Maternity Hospital and also worked at the Fleming Hospital next door. The Fleming housed a Family Assessment Unit run by Dr Hans Steiner and Higgs wanted to set up a similar unit on Teeside. It was Higgs’s boss at Newcastle, Dr Edmund Hey who told Higgs of a consultant paediatrician vacancy at Middlesborough General Hospital.

Dr Geoffrey Wyatt qualified at Liverpool University in 1973 – this blog has previously given details of the numerous alumni of Liverpool medical school who played key roles in the north Wales NHS, including Dafydd himself and Dr Terry Maxwell, the clinical director of Ysbyty Gwynedd. After graduation Wyatt spent three years working in South Africa. He returned to the UK and worked in Manchester in neonatology, then in Portsmouth and then in oncology in Southampton. In 1983 Wyatt was appointed as a consultant paediatrician at Middlesborough General Hospital by the Northern Regional Health Authority. Wyatt was in conflict with many of his colleagues as well as with South Tees CHC and the South Tees Health Authority – he was co-signatory to a letter with Higgs alleging ‘asset stripping’.

Geoffrey Wyatt lived in an unidentified village in north Yorkshire. North Yorkshire was the centre of a paedophile ring.

Sue Richardson was appointed as ‘child abuse consultant’ by Cleveland Social Services in June 1986. Richardson had worked for Cleveland Social Services since 1975 and had specialised in social work for 15 years. Richardson had met Higgs through BASPCAN – she had already met Higgs twice and established a friendship with Higgs by post before Higgs arrived to work on Teeside. The close working links between Cleveland and Leeds developed when Richardson suggested to the Leeds contingent that her service at Cleveland should work in close co-operation with them after Richardson, Jane Wynne and Christopher Hobbs all attended a meeting in Leicester at which Wynne and Hobbs gave a presentation. At the time a paedophile gang was at work in Leicestershire Social Services, a key player of which was senior social worker Frank Beck – Beck’s mate Lord Greville Janner was also involved. After Sue Richardson was appointed child abuse consultant, she was responsible for the child abuse register and handled consultancy, advice, preparation and planning.

So what prompted Cleveland Social Services to appoint Sue Richardson as child abuse consultant? Richardson was appointed in the wake of Louis Blom-Cooper’s Report following the murder of Jasmine Beckford whilst Jasmine was in the care of Brent Social Services. Although Brent Council, Brent Social Services and Brent District Health Authority had all ‘made mistakes’, – indeed they probably ‘failed Jasmine’ – Blom-Cooper stressed that no blame could be attributed to any individual. Which was just as well because a few high profile names were involved with Brent at the time – including Ken Livingstone and Paul Boateng. Harriet Harman and Mr Harriet Harman aka Jack Dromey helped the needy by working in Brent Law Centre. Unless the needy were people being neglected and abused by the idiots in the local authority or the local NHS, in which case the plight of the needy was ignored.

Blom Cooper was a member of the Mental Health Act Commission whilst the Commission colluded with the criminal activities of the Top Doctors in north Wales and also led one of the Inquiries into Ashworth Hospital – one of the institutions to which Dafydd was sending patients.

Someone else was Profoundly Affected by Blom-Cooper’s Report on Jasmine’s death as well – Dame Esther. In fact Esther was so moved that she launched a campaign, Childwatch and the notorious Childline, what with Esther Caring About The Children and not knowing about Jimmy Savile. Esther knew about Dr Dafydd Alun Jones though once she launched her mental health campaign, because I wrote and told her about him, although Esther didn’t reply. Esther followed up Childwatch and the mental health campaign with Drugwatch. So Esther made her name and bagged herself a CBE and a fancy title as a result of her campaigning on child abuse, mental illness and drug use. That’ll be why children are still being sexually exploited and trafficked by gangs whilst in the care of social services, why the mental health services don’t even pretend to look after their patients anymore and why business is booming re the drug trade. Thanks Esther, you’ve made a real difference – you made things far, far worse with your foolish propaganda and collusion with the very people causing the problems. The ever wise Esther appointed Valerie Howarth as Chief Exec of Childline. Valerie Howarth had been the Director of Brent Social Services when Jasmine was murdered. More importantly Valerie was a friend of Esther’s sister – Esther’s sister was a social worker among the paedophiles of Lambeth Social Services and Valerie had been her boss. Paul Boateng’s wife was also a social worker among the paedophiles of Lambeth and Tessa Jowell had been a childcare officer working among the paedophiles of Lambeth. Thank goodness Esther set up Childwatch – particularly as Valerie Howarth was unemployable post-Jasmine and needed a job. Valerie is now in the House of Lords along with Tessa and Paul Boateng, so all’s well that ends well.

Esther launched Childwatch on 23 Oct 1986.

Sue Richardson subsequently persuaded her boss Mike Bishop, the Director of Cleveland Social Services, to hire Deborah Glassbrook who had worked with Esther and Childwatch.

Esther didn’t only galvanise the Official Bottom Inspectors of Cleveland into action – Childwatch led to Lothian Social Services mobilising 36 social workers to handle the expected flood of referrals (a similar number were mobilised in Cleveland). Esther’s claims that the nation’s kids were all being sexually assaulted by their families and friends weren’t confirmed by the calls to Childline. Over one period of monitoring, 3395 children called Childline, but this only resulted in 76 referrals to social services on a nationwide basis. Children were calling Childline, but it was usually about bullying at school or problems other than child sexual abuse. Of course it is now known that children in care – including some from north Wales – did call Childline about being sexually abused but those calls were not responded to. I expect that Esther ignored all the calls about Jimmy Savile as well – she has been accused of ignoring at least one woman who maintained that she told Esther about Savile in person.

Now here’s a mystery for readers to puzzle over for Christmas. In Oct 1986, three months BEFORE Higgs arrived in Middlesborough to take up her post as a neonatologist, Sue Richardson sent her a briefing document prepared in anticipation of the first Childwatch programme – this document mentioned Higg’s desire to establish a Family Assessment Unit on Teeside. Richardson had certainly been a busy bee before Marietta arrived in Middlesborough – as well as the PR material for Esther’s scam, Richardson had sent to Higgs’s home address in Newcastle the full details of the Cleveland child abuse register of 30 June 1986 – some of the info had been personally typed by Richardson. Richardson also sent Higgs the report regarding the working party on child sexual abuse published in May 1986. Furthermore, although Higgs’s appointment was in neonatology, Richardson identified child sexual abuse cases for Higgs’s consideration prior to Higgs’s arrival – Higgs had made contact with Richardson via BASPCAN in preparation for her new post. Sue Richardson’s role did not involve the care of neonates.

Therefore Higgs, who was due to take up a post in neonatology, was supplied with a ‘blueprint’ on how to deal with child sexual abuse in Cleveland – which was sent to her home address – months before her arrival in Middlesborough. It rather sounds as though Richardson and Marietta expected to find a great many cases of child sexual abuse once Marietta arrived – in the same way that Esther knew what a huge problem child sexual abuse was. The Esther who had no knowledge or experience of paediatrics at all, but who had a sister whose friend was a Director of Social Services in very deep shit and a colleague – Jimmy Savile – who had visited Bryn Estyn children’s home in Wales and participated in child abuse, a children’s home that was now the centre of allegations of child abuse by a whistleblower in north Wales. The Jimmy who was mates with Margaret Thatcher who’s Deputy Chair of the Conservative Party Sir Peter Morrison was abusing kids in north Wales – including kids from Bryn Estyn.

At a meeting at the end of May 1986 called to discuss the conflict between the Social Services and the police, the police representative was told that Higgs had been appointed by South Tees Health Authority as a paediatrician with special responsibility for child sexual abuse – so Higgs’s job description had been amended after she took up her post. The police were informed at this meeting that there would be no further involvement of police surgeons in the examination of children alleged to have been abused – this was to be the exclusive domain of Marietta Higgs. Well she was an expert wasn’t she. Furthermore it was later discovered that Mike Bishop, the Director of Cleveland Social Services, rewrote the rules regarding child abuse investigations – without the knowledge of the police, Councillors or the officers of Cleveland County Council. The new rules not only excluded the involvement of police surgeons but stated that a ‘medical diagnosis’ by Higgs would be sufficient by itself for an application to take a child into care immediately. Bishop ‘implemented’ the technique of RAD in Cleveland without any discussion with the Social Services Inspectorate at the DHSS.

Dr Ellis Fraser was a supporter of Jane Wynne and Marietta Higgs and was called upon to back them up when it looked as though they were going to end up in hot water. Fraser had graduated from Edinburgh in 1941 and had worked at the Edinburgh Hospital for Sick Children. She  subsequently worked as a GP in South Shields for 15 years and was a member of the Northumbria Police Women Doctors Group which was set up in 1983. Fraser was involved in examinations in cases of rape and child sexual abuse. Fraser had been working in the region for so long that she must have known about the paedophile ring that was operating in the region of which Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth had been members. Unlike the Cleveland Constabulary whose officers found what Marietta Higgs et al were doing very worrying indeed, Northumbria Police worked closely with Higgs and with BASPCAN.

Marjorie ‘Madge’ Bray was a social worker who left local authority work in July 1984 and set up an agency with another social worker, Mary Walsh, which offered advice to the social services in cases where children were already in care – ‘SACCS’, the ‘sexual abuse child consultant services’. SACCS conducted ‘disclosure interviews’. Madge was retained by Cleveland County Council after she was recommended to the Council by Sue Richardson. Madge had previously held a management post in fostering and adoption with Shropshire County Council. The tentacles of the North Wales Paedophile Ring reached into Shropshire – John Allen, the owner of the Bryn Alyn Community who was not only abusing children in his care himself along with his staff but was trafficking them into brothels in London and Brighton which he owned, also owned a children’s home in Shropshire.

Dr Alistair Irvine, a GP, had worked as the senior police surgeon in Cleveland Constabulary since 1982. Alistair Irvine loathed Marietta Higgs and Sue Richardson and they loathed him. Alistair Irvine was the subject of a lot of very negative press coverage by the Guardian during the Cleveland Scandal. The Guardian didn’t give any examples of wrongdoing on his part, they simply kept stressing that he was a big man with a loud voice. In other words, ‘mouthy old git’ – as compared to the calm composed quietly spoken Marietta and compassionate Sue.

Two other people who occupied senior positions whilst all hell let loose were Bruce Stevenson, the Chief Executive of Cleveland County Council and Ian Donaldson, the District General Manager of South Tees Health Authority.

Dr Liam Donaldson was the Regional Medical Officer of the Northern Regional Health Authority, the employers of Higgs and Wyatt. In 1986 Donaldson stated that he had ‘become aware that the problem of child sexual abuse was a growing one’. So what advancements in science, medicine or social sciences had elicited Donaldson’s ‘awareness’? Which publications by which world leading researchers and academics had Donaldson read on the subject? Well none actually. Donaldson’s awareness had been raised by Esther Rantzen’s Childwatch programmes of Oct 23 and 30 in 1986. Many years later Liam Donaldson was rewarded for his failure to ask or indeed to answer any questions about the Cleveland Scandal by being appointed Chief Medical Officer under Blair. In Feb 2007 – 30 years later – Liam finally fessed up that ‘mistakes were made’ in Cleveland. Liam Donaldson is now Chancellor of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University.

Mike Bishop was Director of Cleveland County Council’s Social Services. Not only did Bishop rewrite the guidelines for investigating child abuse without consulting or telling anyone, but on 12 May 1986 Bishop addressed a meeting of South Tees CHC regarding services for the elderly and people with learning disabilities and mental health problems. He told the CHC that the only group with a DECREASING need was children in care – yet Middlesborough General Hospital at that point was overflowing with ‘abused’ children. After this meeting Bishop was accused of needing to justify Cleveland’s policy of closing children’s homes and transferring the children to foster care.

The Chief Constable of Cleveland Constabulary was Christopher Payne. Payne found that any requests for children who had allegedly been abused to be seen by a police surgeon were being refused by Higgs/Wyatt/Richardson. Payne’s officers also took the view that the interviews conducted with the children by social workers were ‘leading’. The North Yorkshire Police were involved in some of the cases – in one case they had requested that the child involved be examined at the Friarge Hospital in Northallerton but were told by the social worker that their dept ‘preferred’ to use Higgs for such work.

So who was the biggest wig of all the players in the Cleveland Scandal? It was Professor Sir Bernard Tomlinson, the Chairman of the Northern Regional Health Authority, 1982-90. Bernie was the man who would have agreed to advertise the post of consultant paediatrician at Middlesborough General Hospital – which Marietta was helpfully told about by Dr Edmund Hey before it was advertised – and who OK’d Marietta’s appointment in the summer of 1986. Bernie will also have had something to do with subsequently amending Higg’s contract to include the remit for child abuse. It was Bernie who didn’t sack Higgs and Wyatt – Higgs and Wyatt were never disciplined and were never referred to the GMC. They were simply removed from child abuse work after Butler-Sloss published her Report – they both continued to work in the region as paediatricians.

Bernie was acting with authority from the very top – he Chaired the Joint Planning Appointments Committee of the DHSS, 1986-90. The Secretary of State for the DHSS at the time of Higgs’s appointment was Norman Fowler. It was Fowler who had appointed Bernie Chair of the Northern Regional Health Authority in 1982.

Tomlinson was a neuropathologist who is known as the ‘father of Alzheimer’s Disease neuropathology’ and who carried out work with Professor Sir Martin Roth. He graduated in medicine from UCL in 1943. He joined the Socialist Health Association as a young man and campaigned for the NHS in the 1945 General Election. In 1949 he took up a post in pathology at Newcastle General Hospital, which was the beginning of a very long association with Newcastle-Upon-Tyne General Hospital and University. Tomlinson was Prof of Pathology, 1973-85. In 1991 the Secretary of State for Health William Waldegrave asked Tomlinson to produce a Report on healthcare in the London. The subsequent report, the Tomlinson Review, recommended a move to primary and community facilities, involving the closure of Charing Cross Hospital, the Middlesex Hospital, St Bartholemew’s Hospital, the merger of Guy’s and St Thomas’s Hospitals and the closure of ten smaller hospitals. There was uproar. Such uproar that most of Tomlinson’s proposals were rejected because they were far too controversial even for the Tories who had commissioned the Review. The Middlesex closed and Guy’s and Tommy’s merged, but that was about it.

There was a very entertaining interview with Tomlinson in the Indie in Oct 1992, the day after his Review was published. Tomlinson certainly got out the onions and the violins. He explained to the Indie that he had ‘agonised’ over recommending the closure of such fine old London institutions. However Tomlinson reassured the Indie that he had never experienced ‘a word or a whisper’ of political pressure during the Inquiry which led to the Review, that if he had he ‘would have packed the job in straight away’, that he had ‘no political affiliations’ and had been ‘a solid NHS man all my life’. He added that on the one occasion on which he had been an NHS in-patient, he had received ‘marvellous care’. Tomlinson also mentioned that he ‘believes that the new emphasis in the NHS on purchasing and providing is benefiting the patients’. Not that standards would ever slip in the NHS because ‘standards are stern’. So that was why Tomlison allowed himself to be pressured by someone in the DHSS to appoint a grossly abusive and quite mad doctor to cause a moral panic which led to two innocent people killing themselves in prison, the massive traumatising of more than 100 children, allegations of serious crime against scores of innocent people who had simply taken their children to the local hospital for advice on medical ailments and the breakdown in the functioning of the local NHS and social services. All this to detract from a vicious murdering paedophile gang in north Wales which was being facilitating by the local Top Doctors.

By the time that Tomlinson’s Review was published, five witnesses to the paedophile gang in north Wales had been killed in a firebomb attack (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’), I and my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales had all been hounded out of our careers – and one of my friends had been killed – and I had been forced into penury and had had to sell my house. Good to know that the standards in the NHS are ‘stern’ and can’t possibly slip!

So when John Major’s Gov’t and Waldegrave wanted to restructure the NHS in London they called on their old running dog to help – but they were told to fuck off by the Top Doctors who fiercely fought to keep their fiefdoms. The running dog and John Major had to give in to them, because the Top Doctors in London knew about the horrors in north Wales – the Top Doctors in London who had been called upon to collude with the cover-up when I was at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School (whilst the Cleveland Scandal was in full swing) and then when I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989-1991. Furthermore, Prof Vincent Marks, my head of dept when I worked at Surrey University, had also helped them all out – Vincent Marks’s brother John Marks was the Chairman of the BMA at the time and fighting with Ken Clarke, the then Secretary of State for Health.

So this bunch of worthless turds battled with each other constantly and it always ended up in stalemate – because they had all concealed serious crime and they were all tied up together. No-one could bring anyone else down. So people carried on being abused and dying in north Wales.

No-one can ask Bernie exactly who ordered him to do the dirty deed and create a vacancy specifically for Marietta who had been primed to cause havoc, because the old bastard died in July. But for the benefit of anyone who still thinks that I’m on the biggest grassy knoll in existence, let’s correlate a few events which took place prior to the Cleveland Scandal, during the scandal and in the aftermath.

By 1986, Alison Taylor, the Gwynedd social worker who blew the whistle on the child abuse in north Wales, just would not stop approaching the authorities making allegations that children in care were being seriously abused. I was bellyaching about the mental health services as well – I had been threatened constantly by Top Doctors and my medical records were being unlawfully witheld. I had also been lied to repeatedly.

In Feb 1986 Alison Taylor took her allegations of abuse to a County Councillor, Keith Marshall. Alison and Councillor Marshall met with a police officer, DCS Gwynne Owen, to discuss the allegations. In March Alison detailed the allegations in a statement to the police. Between April and September 1986, DCS Gwynne Owen denigrated Alison, stating that her complaints were ‘false’ and ‘unsubstantiated’. As for me, I was receiving increasingly aggressive letters from Gwynedd Health Authority which failed to investigate or explain anything. On July 22 1986, Ian Muir, the Headmaster of the school attached to the Bryn Alyn Community, was convicted at Mold Crown Court of unlawful sexual intercourse with a female under 16 yrs old. Muir was sentenced to six months imprisonment. The victim had been resident at Bryn Alyn for three years and was 15 yrs old when she left.

In July 1986 Marietta Higg’s appointment as a neonatal paediatrician at Middlesborough General Hospital was confirmed.

In September 1986 I was unlawfully detained at Ysbyty Gwynedd by Dr Tony Francis (Dr X), a Dr Perera and Jackie Brandt, a social worker employed by Gwynedd Social Services. The following morning Dr Dafydd Alun Jones told me that if I continued to make representation about the mental health services he would have me arrested. I made a formal complaint and wrote to the Mental Health Act Commission about all of it.

In Oct 1986 DCS Gwynne Owen sent a report to the CPS criticising Alison Taylor. By this time I had begun an MSc at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS.

In Dec 1986 Lucille Hughes – Dafydd’s mistress and Director of Gwynedd Social Services, ie. Alison’s boss – informally suspended Alison. In the same month a former child in care from north Wales made allegations to DCS Gwynne Owen that they had been abused. Gwynne Owen ‘failed to substantiate the allegations as true’. I was unlawfully arrested and detained in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh by Dafydd in this month.

On Jan 13 1987 – less than two weeks after Marietta Higgs started work in Middlesborough – Alison was officially suspended by Gwynedd County Council. On Jan 6 1987 Dafydd let me out of Denbigh and told me that if I did not leave north Wales immediately he would have me arrested and detained in Risley Remand Centre. I had not committed, or been charged with, any offence. I was given a one way ticket to London – paid for by the NHS no less – and two nurses drove me to a railway station where I was literally put on a train to London. As soon as I got to London I made another formal complaint – and wrote to the Mental Health Act Commission. Who hadn’t yet responded to my first complaint.

On Jan 17 1987 Alison wrote to Margaret Thatcher, explaining that she had personally witnessed the abuse of children in care in north Wales.

Over in Cleveland the bottom inspections had begun…

In March 1987 David Gillinson was sentenced to three and a half years in prison for gross indecency against a boy in care in north Wales. Gillinson was a prominent member of the Chester branch of the Campaign for Homosexual Equality.

In Cleveland children had begun to be taken into care on the grounds that they’d been sexually abused at an inexplicable rate.

In the summer of 1987 I received a letter inviting me to a meeting in Ysbyty Gwynedd to discuss my complaint. When I arrived in July there was no-one with whom to discuss my complaint but a junior doctor who told me that I was mentally ill. I was then arrested for attempting to stab the junior doctor. I hadn’t attempted to stab anyone and was later released from police custody after a nurse who had been in the room made a statement confirming that I hadn’t tried to stab anyone (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’). Whilst I was at the police station, Janice Davies – a nurse from Denbigh – and Tony Francis both rang the police saying that I’d threatened them. I was charged with a public order offence – which was later dropped – but before I left the police station Dafydd turned up and told me that he thought that I should be in prison. The police let me out once Dafydd had departed. I returned to Leicester where I was by then living with Brown and some other friends. Brown enquired about the possibility of prosecuting the lying junior doctor for perjury regarding his allegations about me attempting to stab him but was told that because he didn’t swear his statement in Court we couldn’t.

It was after this that I sought advice from MIND in Leicester and MIND’s legal director in London, William Bingley – I did not know at the time that Bingley was colluding with Dafydd and concealing the wrongdoing in north Wales.

I made further formal complaints and wrote to the Mental Health Act Commission yet again. I heard nothing from the MHAC. Many years later I discovered that it had been documented upon my medical notes that I had been detained in Risley Remand Centre after stabbing someone with a knife and that someone had told the Mental Health Act Commission this as well – a David Ewart from the Liverpool MHAC office had even written to Ysbyty Gwynedd saying that he understood that I was in Risley Remand Centre after attacking someone with a knife, so he would therefore reply to my complaint at my home address in Leicester. I never actually received a letter from the Mental Health Act Commission, so presumably David Ewart thought that I’d been framed by Dafydd et al as planned and was incarcerated in prison so he didn’t even bother to go through the motions of sending the letter to the address where he thought that I wasn’t (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’).

Dr Liam Donaldson and the Northern Regional Health Authority finally suspended Higgs and Wyatt from working with cases of child sexual abuse in the same month that Dafydd et al had tried to frame me – which some people mistakenly thought had been successful. Butler-Sloss was then appointed by Thatcher’s Gov’t to hold an Inquiry into Cleveland. Thatcher had won the recent General Election which had been held on 11 June – as advanced plans to frame me were underway and while William Bingley and MIND were no doubt feeding back everything that I was saying about Dafydd et al to corrupt people in high places. After Thatcher won the election, Sir Peter Morrison was appointed Minister for Energy.

In Oct 1987 DCS Owen wrote a second report to the CPS re Alison stating that ‘there is every likelihood…she will manipulate others in the future to make similar complaints’. On 3 Nov 1987 Alison was dismissed from her job by Gwynedd County Council.

On 28 Feb 1988 – by which time Butler-Sloss had started writing her Report about Cleveland – Alison Taylor wrote to Tony Newton the Secretary of State for Health, describing a brutal assault that she had witnessed herself.

I was then told by the corrupt Medical Ombudsman at the Welsh Office, Professor Robert Owen, that my complaint against Dafydd et al was going to be fully investigated by two independent consultants.

Between May and June 1988, the Nottingham Satanic Panic occurred.

In July 1988 Butler-Sloss published her Report.

 

Exactly one year later in July 1989 Professor Robert Bluglass and Colin Berry ‘investigated’ my complaint. They failed to investigate any aspects of my complaint relating to Dr Tony Francis, Dr Perera and Jackie Brandt/Gwynedd Social Services, as well as any aspects of my complaint relating to the threats made towards me and the attempts to frame me for serious offences. They did not investigate an assault on me by Steven Rose a nurse in Denbigh and no action was subsequently taken against Dafydd. A ‘discussion’ was held with him and he was told to ‘raise his clinical standards’. Bluglass and Berry stated in their report that I had caused a great deal of annoyance to many caring people and that Top Doctors really couldn’t be expected to put up with me. Bluglass told Dafydd that he thought that I would end up in a ward for the criminally insane and Dafydd observed that it was a ‘chilling prediction’ (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Dafydd carried on running the paedophile ring and sexually exploiting patients. I later found out that Bluglass was mates with a number of people who had worked with Dafydd and that one of Bluglass’s close colleagues at Birmingham University was Tony Francis’s former boss and will have written his reference when Francis applied for the job in north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

Of course, throughout all this, Mary Wynch sued Dafydd for wrongful imprisonment and won – but Clwyd Health Authority and Risley Remand Centre then simply refused to pay the agreed compensation (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

Whilst Dafydd ran riot in north Wales and Marietta Higgs created hell in Cleveland, two psychiatrists in Yorkshire – William Kerr and Michael Haslam – were raping and sexually abusing their female patients. People had complained about them repeatedly – there was no action taken against them until the late 1990s, by which time Kerr and Haslam had reached the age of retirement. One of them did go to prison for a brief spell. They both saw out their days on fat NHS pensions. A subsequent Inquiry into their activities reassured everyone that it could never happen again (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal’).

Cleveland reared its ugly head again some ten years later when a Channel 4 TV documentary was made in which Sue Richardson ‘spoke out for the first time’. The documentary foregrounded the views of Sue Richardson and Jane Wynne and misrepresented many matters – including Butler-Sloss’s admission that most of the children taken into care had not been sexually abused and that RAD was not a sound technique. Richardson revealed that once the media had lost interest in the plight of the wrongly accused families in Cleveland, two years later Richardson et al went after them again and ‘re-referred’ them for molesting their children. This PR piece for Richardson and co was screened in 1997. Just as the Waterhouse Tribunal began to hear the harrowing accounts of the abuse suffered by the children who had been in care in north Wales. And just as the dear old mental health services tried to frame me yet again and recommended that if found guilty I should be transferred to a forensic team with a view to having me sent to a high security psychiatric hospital. I was acquitted of all charges. There was no investigation into the perjury which had been committed by the mental health services, but I was beginning to get used to that.

Bernard Tomlinson is dead but perhaps those still alive would like to answer a few questions.

Stuart Bell’s book mentions that the Earl of Stockton followed the Cleveland Scandal in detail, with great concern and interest. The Earl of Stockton was of course Harold Macmillan, who was very frail but still alive in 1987. The Harold Macmillan whose name will always be associated with the Profumo Affair and the sex scandals which swirled around his Gov’t as well as his own family members and friends. Sex scandals which again and again involved people in Gov’t sexually exploiting disadvantaged much younger people for sex – young people who had often been in the care of state and who seemed to have been introduced to prostitution by people involved in the welfare services. Some of those young people ended up in the hands of Top Doctors after ‘becoming psychotic’, others were found dead. Rather like north Wales in the 70s, 80s and 90s. One of the weekenders who partied at Cliveden in the 1960s with Bill Astor, Jack Profumo, the teenaged call girls and the Russian spies is of course still alive – dear old Baroness Trumpington (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). She’s going to be a guest editor on the Radio 4 Today programme next week. I know that I ought to listen, but I don’t think that I’ll be able to bear to hear the smug old bat chortling away presenting herself as an elderly wag with a sense of humour. I keep thinking about all those kids in care and psychiatric patients from north Wales who were found dead.

 

The Crème de la Crème

It is clear that from the very inception of the NHS bad attitudes towards, as well as the neglect and even abuse of, certain groups of people were tolerated within the service, even by those who have been written into history as moving mountains in their efforts to establish the NHS as a result of their desire to see the poor and disadvantaged receive heath care. The politician who achieved hero status as a result of his work regarding the creation of the NHS was of course Nye Bevan, but there is someone else whose name is not well known outside medical and history circles whose reputation stands upon the towering achievement that is the NHS. That man is Sir George Godber.

Sir George Godber was a Top Doctor and civil servant who worked with both William Beveridge and Nye Bevan to establish the NHS and then was Chief Medical Officer, 1960-73. When Godber died in 2009 ‘The Guardians’ obituary described him as a ‘medical lay saint’. No-one seemed to have a bad word to say about Godber, absolutely no-one.

George Godber was born in 1908, went to Bedford Modern School and then read medicine at that educator of so many of the paedophiles’ friends, New College, Oxford (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). Godber trained at the London Hospital and London School of Hygiene, qualifying in 1933. We are told that it was Godber’s experience of working on a casualty ward in a municipal hospital in the London Docklands after qualifying where he encountered seriously ill people who were too poor to afford a doctor but too proud to ask for charity that convinced him that a state-funded health service was necessary.

Godber entered public health medicine as a route into the Ministry of Health. He worked as a county medical officer in Surrey and then joined the Ministry of Health as a medical officer in 1939. He was involved in providing health care services during WWII and organised maternity services in the suburbs for evacuees from inner cities. In 1942 with the publication of the Beveridge Report, Godber was part of the team which prepared the ‘Domesday Book’ survey of British hospitals, personally visiting 300 establishments in Yorkshire and the north midlands.

In 1950 George Godber became Deputy Chief Medical Officer at the Ministry of Health and in 1960 he was appointed Chief Medical Officer at the succeeding dept, the DHSS. He remained as CMO until his retirement in 1973. Godber led a very active retirement – he lived to the age of 100, was driving until he was 97 and didn’t experience serious health problems even in old age. He was Chair of the Health Education Council, 1977-78 and seems to have socialised, given interviews, reflected on the past of the NHS and taken a keen interest in developments and plans. It is highly likely that Godber would have been called on informally for help and advice long after his retirement.

So that’s the bare bones of Godber’s career.

Godber was at the helm whilst Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Dr T. Gwynne Williams at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh illegally imprisoned, lobotomised, shocked and drugged the victims of the paedophile gang as well as people who were gay along with unmarried pregnant women – and in at least one case that I know of, a pregnant woman who was married but who had left her husband against her mother’s wishes. Godber was in post when people in the ‘care’ of Dafydd and Gwynne died under questionable circumstances which went uninvestigated, when they ‘disappeared’ ‘within the system’ after what was supposed to be a brief stay in hospital, when they remained in the hospital for decades for no explicable reason and when they were transferred to high security hospitals and prisons on the ‘evidence’ of people who had demonstrably lied in other cases. Godber was CMO during all those years when the physical and sexual abuse of patients at Denbigh was openly discussed. He was CMO in the 1960s when Dafydd was named in ‘The Times’ after he discharged many seriously ill patients into ‘community care’, only for them to be later discovered in unsuitable accommodation along the north Wales coast, uncared for and in some cases starving and covered in lice. At this time Dafydd was a leading light in MIND, promoting community care.

Godber was also CMO when the Top Doctors of north Wales flatly refused to provide abortion services after the 1967 Abortion Act, thus leading to the St David’s laundry of Bangor (see post ‘Every Sperm In Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’).

Godber’s responsibilities weren’t just to the DHSS. His role as CMO also spanned the Home Office and the Dept of Education and Science and thus included responsibility for approved schools, remand centres, high security hospitals, prisons and other educational institutions. Such establishments were also under the control of Dafydd, Gwynne, the paedophiles and their friends eg. Axwell Park Approved School Gateshead, Bryn Estyn, Risley Remand Centre, Broadmoor, Park Lane/Moss Side/Ashworth.

Did George Godber perhaps not know what was going on? Well it would have been difficult for him to have missed the article about Denbigh in ‘The Times’ – it caused a very great hoo ha, it was considered a major scandal, particularly when it was revealed that no-one, not even the patients themselves, knew that they were going to be transferred ‘into the community’. The story is that one day a number of coaches turned up at the hospital, the patients were loaded up and off they went. The patients who were transported and left to die seem to have been very vulnerable, frail, chronically ill patients. No doubt Dafydd and Gwynne kept the young attractive ones banged up to continue to provide sexual services to the staff and they won’t have dared let out any of the victims of the paedophile gang.

There’s another reason why Godber would have known just how bad Denbigh was. Because in the early 1960s the Health Minister Enoch Powell visited the North Wales Hospital himself. Dafydd and Gwynne’s work was proudly on display and Powell was so appalled at what he saw that he told the reception committee that he would not allow them to do this to people. When he returned to London Powell immediately proposed the closure of all the long stay psychiatric hospitals and made his famous ‘Water Towers’ speech.

When I found out about all this I was certainly intrigued. Not only because dear old Gwynne and Dafydd had impressed Enoch Powell so deeply with their expertise, but by the fact that they had actually invited him in the first place – well they were both crackers, I can only presume that they had spent so many years telling their lies about the wonderful facilities and care on offer at Denbigh that the mad old buggers had come to believe it themselves – and because Denbigh DIDN’T close. Not until 1995. Enoch Powell, a robust man with a big cult following, had been horrified, had determined to put a stop to Dafydd and Gwynne’s activities, had made a speech and ordered a policy change, but bugger all happened. Furthermore, Powell’s interest in the matter stopped. Completely. I contacted the archive at Cambridge University which holds Powell’s papers because I wanted to go through them and read everything relating to Denbigh, but guess what? There are NO references to Denbigh in the Powell papers.

Powell is someone who tore the Tory Party apart over the issue of race, he inspired dockers to march in protest over immigration and when he really wanted to kick the Tories in the knackers he defected to the Ulster Unionist Party. He also regularly confronted Tory grandees like Heseltine on the TV and told them that their policy with regard to the nuclear deterrent was ‘stupid’. Powell was very effective indeed at causing the maximum trouble on issues over which he felt strongly. Yet something had silenced him after he announced his intention to put a stop to Dafydd and Gwynne’s reign of terror – and references to his desire to do this have not been recorded.

Powell never spoke about Denbigh again but he did talk about his time as Health Minister, between 1960-63. He observed that ‘The unnerving discovery every Minister of Health makes at or near the outset of his term of office is that the only subject he is ever destined to discuss with the medical profession is money’. So he wasn’t destined to discuss the abuses of two maniacs in north Wales who were facilitating a paedophile ring.

‘The Daily Telegraph’ obituary of Godber mentioned that Enoch Powell had described Godber as his ‘bodyguard and lightening conductor’.

The Torygraph also explains that Godber ‘helped found and plan the NHS’, had ‘played a leading role in shaping it over its first 35 years’ and that between 1960-73 Godber ‘wielded immense influence as CMO in the Department of Health and Social Security’.

Could Dafydd and Gwynne’s continued survival and gross abuses after the visit from Mr Powell possibly have been down to Sir George Godber?

So what else did Godber’s obituaries say about him? Well they retold the entertaining Top Doctoresque anecdotes that were Godber’s favourites. Godber enjoyed telling people that minutes after the NHS was established in 1948, he was on duty at the Ministry when he received an SOS from a GP who was requesting leeches. Godber thought that this was a hoax, but it transpired not to be – it really was a GP after leeches, to treat an eye injury sustained by the US ambassador. The leech has made an experimental comeback recently under certain circumstances. However leeches had rather gone out of fashion in 1948 and Godber knew that. Nevertheless, the T. Gwynne Williams of general practice had obviously been summoned in an emergency and had called for leeches – which Godber had supplied. We are also told that later in life Godber used to reminisce about newspaper coverage concerning the waste of NHS resources, such as stories that people were asking for cotton wool on prescription and then using it to stuff their cushions or asking for ambulances to take them shopping. Godber’s favourite story was that of the bald prisoner who had persuaded a psychiatrist that he needed a wig – only to escape using his new disguise.

Godber did not reveal that in north Wales there was a crumbling huge asylum costing a fortune to run and employing hundreds of staff which was used as the personal prison of two men who were facilitating a paedophile ring. Neither did he mention the ambulances which were summoned in the dead of night to deliver people who had been arrested unlawfully to the asylum under cover of darkness. Nor did he mention the legal expense incurred as patients who dared complain were dragged through the courts repeatedly on trumped up charges. Godber knew of much more serious abuses of NHS resources than people making cushions, going shopping or indeed escaping prisoners – if indeed any of those things ever did happen.

There is firm evidence that Godber knew that all was not well in the NHS. He implemented the proposal for the confidential inquiry into maternal deaths in 1952. OK – so mothers were dying at a rate that alarmed even this complacent old fart, so he set up a CONFIDENTIAL inquiry. That is, one that the mothers who might be at risk of dying knew nothing about. This inquiry was then used as a model for later confidential inquiries into deaths associated with analgesia and surgical operations. So the Top Doctors were killing people under anaesthetic on the operating table as well but that was kept quiet too. Could there possibly have been a confidential inquiry into Dafydd and Gwynne that no-one knew anything about on Godber’s watch? It wouldn’t surprise me – a MIND worker who didn’t realise that he was talking to a service user with a brain fessed up to me in 1987 that there had been a big investigation into the mental health services in north Wales, that ‘one man had everything sewn up for himself’ and that ‘it was something to do with Freemasonry’. Yes, that was Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends that the man from MIND was talking about. It was something to do with organised crime involving some of Thatcher’s friends as well.

One of Godber’s obituaries tells us that ‘one of [his] strongest publicity campaigns was against promiscuity, venereal disease and unwanted pregnancy’ but that after his retirement Godber admitted ‘limited success’ in this area, because no-one had a clear idea how to teach young people about sex. No-one rescued them from the clutches of a paedophile gang either and they put a stop to Enoch Powell when he wanted to shut down the prison that the paedophiles were using to incarcerate their victims.

Sir Douglas Black claimed that Godber ‘saw and pursued his duty in promoting the rights of others’. Unless they’d been illegally incarcerated by a paedophile gang obviously. Sir Douglas Black played a key role in the development of the NHS himself. In 1974 he became the first Chief Scientist at the DHSS. He was President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1977-83 and President of the BMA. He was commissioned by Jim Callaghan’s Gov’t to lead an investigation into inequalities – the resulting publication, the Black Report, made Thatch very angry.

Fifty years after the creation of the NHS Godber was quoted as saying that ‘we need to provide the most we can for the most people, not everything for the privileged few’. Presumably this only applies once an exception has been made for the salaries of the Top Doctors and the writing off of huge swathes of people who aren’t considered worthy of their very precious time.

On the 60th anniversary of the NHS – 2008 – the BMJ reported that Godber was too frail to attend the anniversary service at Westminster Abbey. I remember the 60th anniversary of the NHS very well. I was still living in north Wales then and the threats and harassment towards me on the part of the paedophiles’ friends had become very public and well-known locally. I phoned the A&E Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd for advice and help on that evening. I didn’t dare actually go to hospital in person because the last time that I had done that I had been threatened by two male nurses, refused treatment, accused of abusing the staff and the police were called to throw me out. CCTV had recorded the whole scene so my lawyer subsequently requested release of the footage. The Chief Exec of the North West Wales NHS Trust, Martin Jones, admitted destroying the footage – AFTER the Trust had received my complaint. So on the 60th anniversary I rang in order to avoid further attempts to arrest me. Stephen Gallagher, the senior nurse who had previously refused to treat me and made fallacious allegations about me to the police, slammed the phone down on me. I rang back and he slammed it down again. A friend of mine and her husband rang Gallagher and expressed concern about his conduct. They were insulted by him. My friend then told Gallagher that she worked in the hospital herself and she would be making a complaint about him – he responded by making threats to her career. She told him that she had lost her daughter to suicide which is why she took such a dim view of someone with a mood disorder being denied treatment. Gallagher told her to stop being ‘manipulative’. When my friend went into work the next day she was met by a posse of managers who interrogated her and told her that I was ‘using’ her to ‘get at’ the hospital managers. There was a flat denial from Martin Jones to my lawyer that I had ever been refused treatment. It transpired that Gallagher had previously been the subject of a complaint by a doctor and a note had been put on his staff file stating that his competence and integrity could not be relied upon. Another senior nurse involved in the first incident in which I was denied treatment was some years later arrested and charged after another member of staff witnessed him throw a patient in her 80s against a drinks machine and injure her. Then Gallagher found himself under the spotlight yet again after he was the last person to see a patient who was turned away from the A&E Dept without treatment and found dead in the Cathedral Gardens in Bangor hours later. See post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’ for the full details of these incidents.

Martin Jones is now Director of the Workforce at the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board.

BBC News Wales Online reported the other day that Gruff Rhys, the frontman of the rock group the Super Furry Animals, is planning to take part in a concert to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the NHS. Gruff Rhys is the son of Ioan Bowen Rees, who was Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council whilst it’s Social Services Dept hosted a paedophile ring, perjured themselves in order to frame complainants and ran the toxic Arfon Community Mental Health Team who neglected psychiatric patients so badly that some of them were living rough in the local villages and towns (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’) and were even found dead.

 

George Godber had a fellow civil service mandarin to assist him, Sir Bruce Fraser, who was appointed Permanent Secretary in the DHSS in 1960, when Powell became Health Minister and when Godber was appointed CMO. Fraser had been moved over from the Treasury and Godber’s obituary describes Fraser as therefore ‘not scarred by the experience of setting up the NHS’. Which says a lot about the pitched battle that was fought between the Top Doctors – in the form of the BMA – and the Labour Gov’t when the NHS was established. The BMA did not want the NHS at all and fought tooth and nail to stop it. Hence Nye Bevan’s now notorious method of persuading the Top Doctors to agree to accept the NHS – he would ‘stuff their mouths with gold’. The interests of the patients have never been foregrounded by the NHS – although I accept that there were many genuine people who did campaign for it – and an enormous degree of secrecy pervades every part of the NHS, particularly with regard to patient harm.

Bruce Fraser was born in 1910 and like Godber went to school in Bedford, but to a different school – Bedford School – and then studied at Trinity College, Cambridge. In 1933 he was appointed to the Scottish Office and then to the Treasury in 1936. He was briefly the Minister for Aviation in 1960 and then became the Permanent Secretary at the DHSS. Between 1964-65 Fraser worked in the Dept of Education and Science and then in the Ministry of Land and Resources, 1965-66. He was Comptroller and Auditor General, ie. the head of the Exchequer and Audit Dept (now the National Audit Office), 1966-71.

Sir Bruce Fraser co-authored a classic text for civil servants, ‘The Complete Plain Words’ with Sir Ernest Gower. This was a guide as to how to teach officials and others to write clearly and it was published by HMSO. HMSO did of course produce the guidelines for Gov’t Depts such as the DHSS. When I first began experiencing problems with the mental health services in north Wales I requested a copy of my medical records – by then I had been lied to, lied about, repeatedly threatened and my records had also been crudely doctored (so to speak) after I had complained about Gwynne the lobotomist. I was told that it was illegal for me to access my records – I knew that this was nonsense, so in the end I called at the office of the pen pusher who was at the time Mr Big Pen Pusher in Gwynedd Health Authority, Bernard Rhodes. I had acquired a publication from HMSO in which the guidelines re patient access to medical records was set out. Bernard started lying to me again – he had already done so by letter – so I quoted out of the HMSO publication. Bernard yelled at me that perhaps I’d like to have a conversation with HMSO then – HMSO wrote the publication from which I was quoting for Bernard’s guidance, so there’d be no point in me conversing with HMSO, it wasn’t them that were lying to me. I yelled at Bernard that the NHS was there for the sake of the patients not the doctors. At this point Bernard lost it completely, yelled ‘NO NO NO’ and threw me out of his office (see post ‘Former NHS Managers Of Notoriety Now Keeping A Low(er) Profile’). I now have a copy of a letter that Bernard wrote and cc’d to a number of people after that meeting which stated that ‘the less said to this young lady the better’. Presumably because I had caught them lying and breaking the law. I didn’t realise at the time that the mental health services were facilitating a paedophile ring, participating in serious criminal activities and had been doing so for decades. But Sir Bruce Fraser the man who wrote the guide for officials published by HMSO knew that they were, as did many other people. No-one took any action to stop them.

 

Earlier today I watched a 1968 episode of ‘Tomorrow’s World’ which featured a few Top Doctors from Godber’s time as CMO – he will have personally known some of them. BBC News Online made the clip available on their website because it has just been the anniversary of Christiaan Barnard performing the first human to human heart transplant – Barnard faced a great deal of opposition from the Top Doctors at the time and ‘Tomorrow’s World’ screened a question and answer session between Barnard and other Top Doctors following the transplant.

In 1968 Dafydd and Gwynne were in their heyday and many, many people in the UK medical establishment and in Gov’t knew just how serious their wrongdoing was. As with authorities who are now being faced with evidence of organised child abuse which they ignored, when the Top Doctors are faced with their wrongdoing of yesteryear, the excuse of ‘ooh society saw things differently then’ tends to be trotted out. No – child molesting has never been acceptable which was why so many people worked so hard to conceal it and even went as far as killing the witnesses. ‘It was different in the 70s’ – well yes the clothes people wore were of a different style and attitudes to things like mixed race marriages and gay relationships were different, but I was alive and kicking in the 70s and at no time do I remember molesting children being considered an OK way to spend one’s time. Likewise no Top Doctor would have publicly endorsed facilitating a paedophile ring, trafficking psychiatric patients into prostitution and illegally imprisoning young women because they have complained about one’s mate’s highly improper behaviour towards them. Would they Dafydd? Or come to think of it neither they would they have endorsed perjury, hounding complainants AND their friends out of jobs, threatening them and then trying to bribe them when the threats didn’t work.

The Top Doctors knew exactly how they should have been conducting business and this is exemplified on the ‘Tomorrow’s World’ clip. Christiaan Barnard is accused of breaching confidentiality, of putting patients at risk, of seeking publicity and thus cheapening medicine and of misrepresenting the success of his surgery. The level of debate was excellent – the Top Doctors certainly knew what they should have been doing and because they were being filmed they did indeed do it, whilst they paid attention and sat up straight in their suits with their ties done up, with freshly applied Brylcreem and a side parting and horn-rimmed specs. Christiaan Barnard was not even running a paedophile gang, but the Top Docs gave him a real grilling.

However the Top Docs gave the game away. They were happy to converse and debate with each other even when they strongly disagreed, but unfortunately someone had let in someone else who was Not A Top Doctor  – one Malcolm Muggeridge. Muggeridge actually raised many very similar points to the Top Doctors but they weren’t going to take that from a bloody journalist. They were consistently rude to him using every technique in their repertoire to undermine him. Muggeridge insisted on completely disgracing himself and the Top Doctors did what they did to me on every occasion when I faced them with evidence of their criminal activities – they all joined forces and refused to answer Muggeridge’s question and they ordered Barnard to ‘ignore that question’ as well. So what had Muggeridge said which outraged the Top Doctors so much? He had asked whether Christiaan Barnard had carried out this very controversial surgery in cape Town in South Africa using a ‘coloured person’ as a donor because of the apartheid regime placing less value on the lives of certain citizens. Christ those Top Doctors did not like that. It was as if Muggeridge had accused them of running a paedophile ring. As I watched the Top Doctors sharply draw in their breath and harrumph away in disgust at Muggeridge daring to suggest such a thing, I remembered how many medical techniques had indeed been pioneered on black people – or on psychiatric patients of course – until everyone was convinced that the technique or treatment was safe. In 1968 black people in South Africa routinely experienced far poorer standards of healthcare than white people. Black and white people did not usually use the same hospitals or even share the same doctors. Furthermore the South African police had a habit of violently assaulting and even killing black people and the Top Doctors were not overly concerned about this. We doctors???? Discriminate against black people???? In apartheid South Africa??? How very dare you. Don’t answer that man.

We doctors??? Lie on your medical records??? Then alter them??? Then threaten you and ensure that you were sacked??? Then illegally imprison you and perjure ourselves in Court?? Then ensure that your friends who know what we did were sacked as well??? Dr Dafydd Alun Jones is having sex with patients??? You’re mad – how very dare you. No we will not communicate with you under any circumstances particularly now that you’re in possession of documents written by us in which we admit that we did everything of which you accused us and a great deal more besides.

The Top Docs don’t like admitting this but in the NHS black patients are far more likely to be sectioned, detained in locked wards and forcibly ‘medicated’. They are also more likely to be killed by staff ‘restraining’ them or to be tasered by the police to ‘calm them down’. This has been the case for many, many years although the Top Docs are of course committed to fighting discrimination and stigma. Not that they’ve ever discriminated against or stigmatised anyone in the first place.

Let’s have a look at some of those who featured on the ‘Tomorrow’s World’ programme who stopped speaking to Muggeridge – simply because he suggested a very real possibility – who were leading figures in medicine whilst Dafydd and Gwynne were being allowed to do whatever they felt like by George Godber.

Lord Robert Platt: Platt was a kidney specialist but is actually most well-known for his debate with George Pickering in the 1940s-50s regarding hypertension. Although Lord Platt was a central figure in the UK medical establishment, he wasn’t your typical Top Doctor and was considered frighteningly liberal. He was born in 1900 in Marylebone and his parents established and ran a co-educational boarding school in Derbyshire – his mother was one of the first women to become one of HM Inspectors of Schools. His uncle was a close friend of Keir Hardie and his cousin had been involved in the Spanish Civil War.

Platt studied medicine at Sheffield University and qualified in 1921. He worked as a physician at the Royal Infirmary Sheffield in the 1930s and built up an extensive private practice at the same time. The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ site explains that Platt became a ‘socialist’ during his war service. He resigned from the BMA in 1947 and never rejoined. Platt was an enthusiastic supporter of the NHS. He was awarded the Chair of Medicine at Manchester University in 1946 and for much of his career he was head of Central Manchester Health Authority. Platt was a member of the Royal Commission on Medical Education and a member of the first working party set up to review the medical staffing of hospitals. He Chaired the Merit Awards Committee and at various times was President of the FPA (Family Planning Association), ASH and the National Society for the Abolition of Cruel Sports. Platt was supportive of women in medicine.

Lord Platt was also President of the Eugenics Society. In the early part of the 20th century eugenics had not yet become toxic and many people considered quite respectable supported eugenics, but as the years passed, eugenics became associated with some rather worrying people (see post ‘The Case Of The King’s Sperm’). I note that Lord Platt was still involved with the Eugenics Society in the mid-60s.

Platt was President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1957-62. The Royal College are most grateful to Lord Platt because he oversaw the relocation of the College into their present Regent’s Park building, in much the same way that the Royal College of Psychiatrists have been forever grateful to the man who bagged them their palatial residence.

Lord Platt sat as a crossbencher after he was given a peerage. It is noted that he spoke on pornography and euthanasia, but the Royal College of Physicians remarks that latterly he supported ‘less progressive concerns’ such as the preservation of the Elizabeth Garrett Anderson Hospital and opposed the compulsory wearing of seat belts. It’s interesting that the Royal College categorise Lord Platt’s support for the Elizabeth Garrett Anderson Hospital as ‘less progressive’. When Camden Area Health Authority announced the closure of that hospital in 1976 it was not a bunch of Neanderthals who campaigned to keep it open, it was feminist groups as well as other women. The Elizabeth Garrett Anderson was the only hospital which was for women and staffed entirely by women – women who had previously had bad experiences with men very much appreciated the Elizabeth Garett Anderson. Camden Area Health Authority ignored the protests and closed the hospital in 1979. In 1979 Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch for a year. William Kerr and Michael Haslam were raping and abusing female mental health patients in Yorkshire and were afforded complete protection (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal’). John Allen’s paedophile gang and trafficking business in north Wales was booming and was being ably assisted by Dafydd and the mental health services in north Wales. Mental health patients and kids in care in Camden were also being abused and exploited, on the doorstep of Frank Dobson, Tessa Jowell and many others who later became leading lights in the Labour Party under Tony Blair (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).

Lord Platt was an accomplished cello player and was active in a variety of music organisations.

Lord Platt was rather different to the other Top Doctors of his era. He will have known about horrors like the appalling institutional abuse of vulnerable people by the NHS and was a very powerful figure in an era in which Top Doctors were even more powerful than they are now. But I can find no record of even Lord Platt speaking out against the abuse of certain groups within the NHS. Perhaps he just felt that it was a hill too steep to climb – the Royal College implied that he had evolved into a daft old buffer because he dared support a massively popular hospital providing a much needed service and because he dissented on the seatbelts business. The campaign to make wearing seatbelts a legal obligation was backed by the BMA – and promoted by a man called Jimmy Savile.

Another Top Doctor in the ‘Tomorrow’s World’ audience was Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors, a cardiothoracic surgeon. Sir Thomas went to Oriel College, Oxford and then to the Middlesex Hospital, where he qualified in 1926. He was some ten years older than Gwynne the lobotomist who also qualified at the Middlesex. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ names a few other Middlesex alumni who became very big names in medicine whilst Gwynne and his protégé Dafydd were allowed to wreak havoc in north Wales. Sir Thomas developed open heart surgery units at the Middlesex, Harefield and the National Heart Hospitals. Sir Thomas himself worked at Harefield from the outbreak of WWII util he retired and it was he who put Harefield on the map. Harefield has an international reputation as does its star surgeon Professor Magdi Yacoub. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ discusses some world-leading research conducted by Magdi Yacoub with Professor Julia Polak, who when I worked at Hammersmith Hospital was widely reputed to have been perpetrating research fraud.

Thomas Holmes Sellors was President of the Royal College of Surgeons, 1969-72 and President of the BMA in 1972.

Holmes Sellors was ‘active in the medico-political field’ from the inception of the NHS and he is remembered for having a taste for ‘gracious living’, with homes in London and Buckinghamshire. Holmes Sellors remained active for many years after his retirement and was, among other things, the Chairman and later the President of the Medical Council on Alcoholism. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was constructed as an ‘alcohol and drugs specialist’ (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’).

Thomas Holmes Sellors had a stroke when he was older and  in 1986 spent time in hospital. Sir Reginald Murley, who wrote the tribute to Holmes Sellors on the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ site, remembered that he went to visit Sir Thomas who was ‘chuckling with glee’ whilst reading a tabloid newspaper which he’d only purchased because no other newspapers were available in the hospital. Murley noticed Sir Thomas’s ‘unusual reading matter’ and observed that Holmes Sellors was reading about a ‘house of ill-repute on Ambleside Avenue, Streatham’ and remarked to Murley that ‘I had two respectable maiden aunts who lived there. Heaven knows what they would say if they could read that’. What a pair of jolly old buffers Holmes Sellors and Raymond Murley must have been. It was not mentioned in the ‘Lives of the Fellows’ that the house of ill-repute in question, Cynthia Payne’s brothel, was just down the road from St George’s Hospital Medical School and that a number of consultants were clients of Madam Cyn’s. As were a number of judges, MPs, peers, lawyers and clergymen. After Madam Cyn was first raided in 1978 she went to prison, although none of her customers did. Business continued after her release and she was raided again in 1986, which will have been what Holmes Sellors was reading about. No-one understood quite why but she was treated very much more leniently on that occasion, although it wasn’t because the Courts had become any more liberal or less hypocritical.

In 1986 Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s, was imprisoned for the possession of huge quantities of child pornography. He was released on appeal after a sympathetic judge commented that his collection of kiddie porn could be compared to a collection of cigarette cards. One of the detectives who worked on the Brooke case later revealed that Brooke was Mr Big in a pan-European paedophile network.

One person who had a great deal of knowledge about the activities at Ambleside Avenue and those who visited the brothel was David Sutch, who lived there himself with Madam Cyn for a while. Sadly he cannot enlighten us now because he hung himself in 1999 – so he was dead before the cover-up that was the Waterhouse Report was published in 2000. David Sutch suffered from manic depression and didn’t seem to get the care that he needed from the colleagues of the brothel’s customers. For more background on Ambleside Avenue and the convenience of David Sutch’s suicide, see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors was among the very top of the Top Doctors – he is so revered that the Royal College didn’t just have the usual portrait of him painted, they had a whole sculpture made! There is a bust of this glorious man in the Royal College.

Between 1958-67 Holmes Sellors was Chair of the joint consultants committee, which links the BMA with the representatives of the Royal Colleges. Until I read this I didn’t know exactly what the joint consultants committee was, although I’d long since wondered. I’d wondered because in 1988 when I was told that my complaints about the mental health services in north Wales were finally going to be heard, it was the joint consultants committee who appointed Professor Robert Bluglass to investigate my complaints.

Bluglass ignored every part of my complaint relating to Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and Gwynedd Social Services and stressed that I had caused a lot of trouble and a lot of people great annoyance, although he had documentary evidence that Dafydd had broken the law and lied repeatedly (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). No action was taken against anyone. Much more recently I discovered that Bluglass was a close colleague of Professor Ian Brockington – Brockington had been Tony Francis’s boss immediately before Tony Francis relocated to north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Some three years after Bluglass blamed my unreasonableness for the wrongdoing of people who were facilitating a paedophile gang, a patient was murdered at Ashworth Hospital. Robert Bluglass was appointed to lead the investigation. He in turn appointed two nurses to help him – one nurse was one of the senior nurses from the Reaside Clinic, the clinic of which Bluglass was clinical director and the other was one of Dafydd’s senior nurses. Not only did Dafydd himself send ‘dangerous’ patients to Ashworth , but after I complained about a nurse who assaulted me whilst I was in Denbigh my complaint was not investigated on the grounds that the nurse concerned, Stephen Rose, had left Denbigh for a job at Park Lane Hospital. Park Lane merged with Moss Side to form Ashworth Hospital. There were a number of inquiries into the very serious problems at Ashworth, including the inquiry led by Bluglass. Problems included patients being violently and sexually assaulted by staff, children being taken into the hospital to visit paedophiles, child porn discovered on the premises and a number of deaths. Things just never seemed to improve, although I’m sure that Bluglass did his best.

I now have documents in my possession which demonstrate that one organisation who provided Tony Francis with advice and support after I complained about the wrongdoing of the mental health services was the BMA. Bluglass, Francis and Dafydd were all members and/or fellows of the Royal College of Psychiatrists.

Professor Catherine Robinson, one of the ‘suicide experts’ who works for the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, used to be married to a psychologist who worked at Ashworth! Catherine herself worked at Denbigh! Time to make a police statement Catherine rather than simply warning all your former colleagues that I was preparing to publish what I knew?

For some unknown reason, a few years ago Bluglass asked for his name to be removed from the medical register and all references to him disappeared from the internet. He has reappeared online now though. There’s a nice photo of him drinking champagne with his friends and he and his wife Kerry – also a Top Doctor – enjoy themselves singing in an elite choir, the St James’s Singers.  Dame Judi Dench is their Patron. Dame Judi gave an interview recently in which she explained that she didn’t mind getting old but sadly her eye-sight is so bad that she can’t read anymore. She obviously can’t see who’s in her fucking choir either.

 

This blog has paid attention to wrongdoing and fuckwittery being passed down through the generations. Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors did not let the side down in this regard. He had a son – Sir Patrick Holmes Sellors. Sir Patrick died in 2010 but whilst he was alive he was certainly what my friend Brown would call a ‘highly effective shit’.

Patrick Holmes Sellors studied at Oriel College, Oxford and the Middlesex Hospital, like his father. He became an ophthalmologist and due to his general marvellouness he was appointed as a consultant at dear old St George’s when he was just 31. Sir Patrick was also a consultant at the Royal Marsden Hospital and had an extensive private practice. He was honorary consultant to the King Edward VII Hospital for Officers and for St Luke’s Hospital for the Clergy. In 1974 Sir Patrick was appointed Surgeon Oculist to the Royal Household and in 1980 to HM the Queen herself.

Sir Patrick’s obituaries however tell us that his ‘main skill’ lay in ‘medico-legal work’. He must have been very skilled indeed if that eclipsed his Royal duties – his obits mention how Top Doctors would consult Sir Patrick for ‘help’. Sir Patrick was so good at getting Top Doctors out of trouble that he joined the Council of the MDU in 1977 and remained there until he retired in 2003, whereupon the MDU made him an honorary fellow.

When the Edward VII Hospital incurred all that bad publicity after a nurse killed herself, a glowering Lord Simon Glenarthur was wheeled out to intimidate the press. Simon Glenarthur was Chair of the Hospital – he had also been Director of the MDU since 2002. Simon Glenarthur was the Health Minister responsible for the ‘tainted blood’ scandal which resulted in the death of a great many haemophiliacs, although his name was kept under the radar (see post ‘Update On ‘Tainted Blood’ Scandal – The Culprit’).

It was the MDU who provided Dr Tony Francis and his wife, Dr Sadie Francis, with legal ‘advice’ throughout the years 1987-1995 – and I suspect after that as well – as I was repeatedly arrested and prosecuted on the basis of their perjury and the perjury of their colleagues. I have copies of letters that the MDU lawyers wrote to the Francis’s strongly advising them to cease their litigation against me and telling them that there was not the evidence for the claims that they were making. The Francis’s refused to drop the cases so the MDU went ahead regardless, in the knowledge that the allegations against me were untrue. One of the MDU lawyers, Ann Ball, had an extended telephone conversation with me and I told her myself of the criminal wrongdoing that I had witnessed in north Wales. Anne Ball told me that the Francis’s ‘didn’t know’ about any of it. Yet at that time Anne and her colleagues knew that the Francis’s were lying on oath and encouraging others to lie on oath whilst demanding my imprisonment. I also have copies of letters written by Tony and Sadie Francis cc’d to Dr Ian Sanderson of the MDU, complaining about the ‘threat’ that I presented to them and other staff – the ‘threat’ being that I was writing letters of complaint and arriving at Ysbyty Gwynedd in person when my complaints had not been investigated (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’). The barrister employed by the MDU in the 1991 attempt to have me imprisoned on the lies of the Francis’s was Sir Robert Francis QC (see post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’). Robert Francis is considered such a safe pair of hands that he has Chaired many investigations into NHS failures, including the inquiry into the care and treatment of Michael Stone after Stone’s conviction for double murder – Michael Stone has always maintained his innocence and was only ever arrested because a Top Doctor phoned someone and stated his belief that Stone Had Done It after watching the murders discussed on Crimewatch. Stone’s legal team are now back in Court once more with new evidence which they believe demonstrates his innocence. A crucial bit of evidence uncovered by Stone’s legal team previously ‘went missing’ on its way to the forensic labs.

Sir Patrick retired in 2003. At the time of his retirement I had just been charged with ‘threatening to kill’ Alun Davies, the manager of the Hergest Unit, on the basis of numerous NHS staff lying in police statements about me – once again. The police who arrested me said that if I was found guilty I’d be looking at a prison sentence of seven years. The case collapsed two years later when it became clear that I hadn’t threatened to kill anyone (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). There was no investigation as to why so many people had lied to the police and had turned up to Court to lie in the witness box. Last year I found out that after that case, the PNC had been unlawfully accessed to record a conviction of ‘violent disorder’ against my name and a certificate of indictment had also been forged, stating that I had been found guilty of ‘violent disorder’ (see post ‘Even More Confusion Regarding Those Legal Conundrums’ and ‘An Update On Those Legal Condundrums’). I wrote to the North Wales Police’s legal services about this and am still waiting for their explanation.

Sir Patrick died in St Thomas’s Hospital after being taken ill at an MDU celebratory dinner in 2010. What they were celebrating I do not know but he died after his colleagues’ efforts at medical treatment proved unsuccessful. Which seems like natural justice after Holmes Sellors’ career of ensuring that dangerous, lying, criminal doctors got away with framing innocent people, refusing people treatment even in life threatening situations as well as running paedophile gangs and people trafficking rackets.

Tony Francis killed himself a few years ago when Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. I was surprised to hear that Sadie Francis had told neighbours that Tony had killed himself because of me no less – namely my ‘harassment’ of him. This presumably was the ‘harassment’ that Sadie’s own MDU lawyers told her to stop telling porkies about many, many years ago. I had not seen let alone communicated with either of the Francis’s for a number of years before Tony Francis’s death. My harassment of criminals aiding a paedophile ring must have had supernatural qualities – what a pity it didn’t cause them to stop their involvement in serious crime twenty years ago.

Time for a visit to the police station Sadie? This time to provide details of who else was involved in the paedophile ring, rather than a statement consisting of a pack of lies about me or indeed any other patient – I was not the only one arrested for ‘threatening’ staff or for other crimes that many people did not believe had been committed. Such as Lee Crabtree – a seriously ill young father who was arrested for ‘attempted robbery’, remanded in Altcourse Prison and who hung himself hours later. The details of Mr Crabtree’s ‘crime’ consisted of him ‘escaping from’ – ie. walking out of – the Hergest Unit whilst in distress and then trying the door of an Angel’s car in a rather ham-fisted getaway attempt. The police took him back into the ward – only to  be told by the Hergest Unit that they would not readmit him and insisted on him being charged with attempted robbery. His wife knew nothing about any of this until Altcourse Prison telephoned her to tell her that he had killed himself and that his ‘property’ (ie. clothes) was still at the Hergest Unit. She rang the Unit and an Angel told her that they were far too busy to go looking for lost property. Well they’ll have been needed down the station to lie their arses off to the police in an attempt to frame the next patient who had dared complain. And to man the hot-line to the MDU.

Tony and Sadie Francis’s son is a lawyer. He specialises in ‘medico-legal’ matters. He represents health and welfare organisations rather than patients who have suffered harm. At one point his CV was boasting of the many thousands of pounds that he had saved one local authority after challenging the provision of patients’ care packages.

At the height of the time of the Francis’s allegations that I was about to murder them in cold blood, a particularly foul police sergeant whom Tony Francis seemed to be on very good terms with told me to jump off the Menai Suspension Bridge because ‘decent’ people didn’t want me near them. This was just months before the five witnesses to the activities of the paedophile gang which operated in north Wales and Cheshire were murdered in an arson attack caused by a decent person chucking a petrol bomb into the building where the witnesses had been invited to a party (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). I don’t know the name of the Ginger Pig, but he was the Sergeant in Menai Bridge Police Station in 1991. There will be records relating to him and his activities – unless of course they’ve gone up in flames as did the records off all of the children who had ever passed through the Bryn Alyn Community at the start of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

So what about Malcolm Muggeridge, the man who mentioned what is now called institutional racism, who so angered the Top Doctors? The caricature of Muggeridge subscribed to by comedians in the 70s and 80s was always that of a man as old as the hills wringing his hands and banging on about religion. So it was quite a surprise when Jean Seaton’s book ‘Pinkoes and Traitors: The BBC and the Nation 1974-87’ claimed that Muggeridge ‘groped incontinently’. Seaton is the ‘official BBC historian’. She accuses the BBC of being, in years gone by, log jammed with dreadful misogynist men and mentions someone ‘in authority’ who persistently asked young women if he could spank them. I presume that this was ‘Spanker’, a man whose name I have forgotten but who was the subject of a number of ‘Private Eye’ articles in the 1980s – unless of course the BBC were employing more than one man who asked his young female colleagues to participate in spanking sessions with him. Seaton records that after a group of outraged female employees approached the Governors about Spanker’s activities, he was relocated to America in another BBC post which came with a luxurious New York apartment thrown in.

I remember the case of Spanker well, because not long after there was another Spanker who hit the news – only this one was a GP in south London. He had asked a number of women patients to keep diaries of their sexual fantasies, read them with him and in return he spanked them. A number of patients made representation to the GMC. In his defence Spanker explained that he was a Committed Christian and he believed that his treatment was helping these troubled women. During the fitness to practice hearing, ‘Private Eye’ ran their spoof ‘A Doctor Writes’ column making reference to a doctor who is spanking his patients soon finding himself an ex-doctor. Of course because the GMC was involved Spanker didn’t become an ex-doctor, he was allowed to continue practising and probably spanking as well.

Seaton’s book refers to an incident in which Robin Day asked Joan Bakewell ‘do men stare at your breasts when you interview them?’. That’s the Robin Day who was a lifelong friend of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse who concealed rather more serious wrongdoing in north Wales than men staring at Joan’s boobs. I take Seaton’s point that the BBC was crawling with appalling old men who constantly propositioned younger women, but as I discussed in my post ‘A Secret And Forbidding Place To Work’ some of those women exploited that situation for their own benefit. In fact Joan Bakewell herself freely admits that she shagged a lot of people who assisted her career and Esther Rantzen achieved greatness by having an affair with and then marrying Desmond Wilcox. It’s not rocket science and it’s a lot easier than working long hours for years and competing on merit.

Seaton argues that Strong Women at the BBC eventually refused to be walked over and denounced the behaviour of their male colleagues and Changed Things. So that is why the Strong Women all remained silent about Savile, Rolf and Stuart Hall. It must also be why Jo Brand is wheeled out by the BBC constantly – and was again this morning on Radio 4 – as an example of a woman who’s not afraid to take on the Men, as exemplified by her giving Ian Hislop a bollocking on ‘Have I Got News For You’ a few weeks ago. That’s the Jo Brand who is a former psychiatric nurse who is married to a man who still works as a psychiatric nurse and who is an ambassador for MIIND – who has said precisely nothing about the abuse of psychiatric patients by the mental health services. Ian Hislop edits a magazine which regularly highlights cases in which psychiatric patients have been killed whilst in the care of the state. Which is probably why he isn’t a MIND ambassador.

Seaton’s book mentions that George Howard, the Chairman of the BBC Governors 1980-83, attempted to charge the BBC for what was thought to be the use of a prostitute. Seaton’s book does mention Savile – but only in the context of the only discussion about him by the Governors being one concerning how to ration Thatcher’s appearances on his radio and TV programmes.

Seaton’s book was published in 2015 – Dame Janet Smith who led the Public Inquiry into the extent of Savile’s abuse called for witnesses with evidence to come forward early in 2012 , so Seaton would have known what Savile had been up to by the time that she was writing that book. Shortly after Seaton’s book was published she had to offer an apology to the family of Huw Wheldon after she accused him of being one of the BBC gropers. Huw Wheldon came from north Wales, went to Friars School in Bangor and had close links to the paedophiles’ friends.

Malcom Muggeridge famously appeared on the TV programme Friday Night Saturday Morning in 1979 in the company of Mervyn Stockwood to denounce Monty Python’s Life of Brian.

Mervyn Stockwood was the Bishop of Southwark, 1959-80. He came from Bridgend in south Wales – where his father was a solicitor – and then went to Christ’s College, Cambridge, graduating in 1934. Stockwood was the archetypal trendy vicar of his day and in the 1960s created what became known as ‘South Bank religion’. He was a liberal theologian who supported homosexual law reform and he blessed gay relationships, although he claimed to be celibate himself. Mervyn Stockwood, like many clergymen of his time, turned a blind eye to many things. He no doubt kept quiet about much in Southwark but Mervyn Stockwood was the honorary assistant Bishop of Bath and Wells and he kept quiet about a great deal in Somerset as well.

I went to junior school in Somerset with a girl from a church-going family whose dad was a churchwarden. Suddenly the family stopped going to church or indeed having any involvement with the church or village life at all. They were denounced as snobs by the much of the rest of the village, particularly when they took their two daughters away from the local school and sent them to a private school. The vicar remarked on how sad he was to see them turning their backs on the parish. What most people didn’t know was that the sister of the girl who I was in class with had been sexually abused by the vicar. No-one found out until she had a ‘nervous breakdown’ and was hospitalised in Taunton. The vicar went to visit her on the grounds that he was, well, the vicar. The staff let him in whereupon he then molested her in the hospital and was caught red-handed by a nurse. The vicar then rang the girl’s parents and told them that if they prosecuted him he would ensure that the village would discover the identity of their daughter whom he had molested and she would end up in an even worse state than she was already.  The girl’s dad went to the local policeman – only to discover that he had been threatened with disciplinary action himself if he took any action against the vicar at all. It transpired that the girl was by no means the only victim of that vicar. Before anyone had ever discovered that he had molested her, 36 women had complained about him harassing them to the Bishop of Bath and Wells. They had all been told that the Church would deal with it and although some of them knew that the vicar had made a nuisance of himself with other adult women, only three of them knew of the extent of it and they didn’t realise that he was abusing children as well. It was then discovered that the vicar was the biological father of one of the other children in the village and that this was such a common situation that the Church had made financial arrangements for such children and referred to them as ‘children of the Church’ (as opposed to the children of the vicars). It got better. One of the few people who did know about the extent of this vicar’s offending then found out that he had been transferred to the parish in Somerset after behaving in exactly the same way in a parish in Lincolnshire.

As for letting the Church deal with it – the vicar remained as vicar of that parish until he retired nearly twenty years later. His wife continued as Brown Owl of the village Brownie pack and her husband would kindly give lifts to the Brownies when they attended pack meetings. He continued to hold confirmation classes in the rectory, which was how he initially gained access to the girl whom he molested even on hospital premises.

That particular vicar came from a well-known legal family and a number of his relations were barristers and judges.

This was not the only degenerate vicar in Somerset whom I knew of. There was another one in a parish