Dates For Your Diary

I used to live near a village in Somerset called Fiddington and a group of villagers produced a parish newsletter, the ‘Fiddington News’, on a regular basis. The ‘Fiddington News’ had a feature entitled ‘Dates For Your Diary’ and as disrespectful teenagers, my friend and I would howl with laughter at the idea of putting some of the suggested dates in our diaries. It wasn’t that the dates were pure evil, they were just the sort of things that teenagers laugh at – whist drives, Evensong, or if the boat was really being pushed out, the Flower Show.

So in ‘Fiddington News’ style, here’s a post with a few Dates For Your Diary, at least for those people who are interested in joining the dots re the Westminster Paedophile Ring and associated wrongdoing.

Previous posts eg. ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ detailed the attempts of Top Docs Malcolm Pearce and Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain at St George’s Hospital Medical School to become world famous by publishing, in Aug 1994, an account of a life saving medical miracle that they had performed. Unfortunately for them, everything unravelled rapidly as it was very soon revealed that they had performed no such operation and had committed a major research fraud. Pearce was sacked in Dec 1994 and struck off in June 1995. Chamberlain did not face any disciplinary action, I suspect because of his key role in concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and his close association with the Royal gynaecologist Sir George Pinker (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’).

In my post ‘Now Then…’ I also detailed how, when he was working in the US in 1965-66, Chamberlain had carried out medical experiments on at least one living foetus whom he had aborted at 7 months gestation and then killed after the experiments. I cannot understand how this never came to the attention of the wider public, not only when Chamberlain became embroiled in scandal in 1994, but throughout the many battles over abortion in the US. America has a vociferous anti-abortion lobby who’s worst nightmare is exactly the sort of thing that Chamberlain did. Chamberlain’s work was published in 1968 in the ‘American Journal of Obstetrics and Gynaecology’, so I can only assume that someone worked very hard to ensure that his research never appeared in the media or as part of any anti-abortion campaign.

Furthermore, in the US there is legislation that supposedly prevents the sort of thing that Chamberlain was doing from being kept secret ie. the US Freedom of Information legislation, which began in the 1970s and has been under further development up to the present. In anti-abortion campaigning in America, there is no specific reference to Chamberlain et al (1968) although there’s a strand of campaigning regarding feotal awareness and sensitivity, feotal disposal and feotal experimentation, which clearly alludes to the sort of thing that Chamberlain was doing. Chamberlain scarpered back to the UK by the time that his Mengele-like efforts were published, so perhaps that is how he avoided the car bombs, drive-by shootings, aggressive picketing and the like.

My posts ‘The Banality Of Evil’, ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’ and ‘Now Then…’ describe how, during 1994 and 1995 – after there had been a police investigation into a possible paedophile ring operating in north Wales/Cheshire and the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was underway and there was an increasing number of voices demanding a public inquiry into matters north Wales – the refusal of anyone to investigate my very serious complaints about Dafydd et al and the numerous attempts by Dafydd and the paedophile gang to have me declared dangerous and incarcerated on the basis of no more than their perjury, mapped neatly on to events at St George’s Hospital Medical School. I had worked for Malcolm Pearce at St Georges, 1989-91 and was forced out of my job (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Documents now in my possession demonstrate clearly that St George’s colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles and were, without my knowledge, in direct communication with them whilst I was employed there.

Posts ‘The International Language Of Screaming’, ‘Feet In Chains’ and ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’ describe how, when investigations into the VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire ‘of which there was no evidence’ were underway, there was a frantic reconstruction of the image of north Wales as a place heaving with talented writers, musicians and other cultural giants and a sudden explosion of interest in the writing of the history of psychiatry in north Wales, which somehow forgot to mention the endemic abuse of patients, the Mary Wynch case – which made history – or the dungeon in which Dafydd was unlawfully imprisoning victims of the sex trafficking gang. The ‘talented people’ suddenly colonising the media from north Wales and those rewriting history were all members or associates of the sex trafficking gang or their families.

I have mentioned how, when the distress flare was sent up by the paedophiles of north Wales, reinforcements from other parts of the UK were called in, such as Charles Webster from Oxford University, ‘the official NHS historian’, the ‘polymath’ Dr Jonathan Miller (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’) and, it would seem, those medical men who were set to make history at St George’s. Professor Mark Williams, Dafydd’s colleague from Bangor University, was taking the world by storm with his research fraud which was Mindfulness (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’) and Dafydd himself had discovered PTSD (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) and was leading the field in diagnosing ‘cannabis psychosis’ whilst selling Class A drugs.

Between the fit-ups in court and the deaths of our friends, us service users in north Wales were pissing ourselves laughing as we saw these fuckwits whom we knew very well paraded before the world as groundbreaking superstars.

I have mentioned that Chamberlain received plenty of good PR to see him through choppy waters as a result of his friendship with Cilla Black, who in the early-mid 1990s was the biggest light entertainment star – and money spinner – for LWT. Dear old Peter Mandelson had worked for LWT in the 1980s and then dedicated himself to reconstructing the image of the Labour Party in exactly the same way that someone was encouraging the paedophiles’ friends to reconstruct the image of north Wales. The fickle finger of suspicion can’t only be pointed at Mandy – that was an era of marketing and ad men lying their arses off in order to convince people that stupid, criminal politicians were going to save the nation.

Come on down Tim Bell and Saatchi and Saatchi, the Price Is Right!

 

I was fascinated to see the emergence of someone else who became a light entertainment favourite – and a very rich woman – in spite of her lack of ability and, it transpired, her deeply unpleasant way of conducting herself, during 1994. I am talking Vanessa Feltz.

Vanessa arrived on our TV screens from – allegedly – nowhere in May 1994, after she landed a very lucrative contract with Anglia TV to present a daytime show, ‘Vanessa’. It was a new type of TV show for the UK, very obviously modelled on the multiply traumatised  multimillionaire Oprah in the UK. My God, Vanessa wasn’t half talked up before her show was launched. Acres and acres of newsprint, wall to wall interviews with Vanessa and her husband on TV and radio. There was only one narrative – that Vanessa was a ‘Jewish housewife from north London’ who had struck lucky because someone somewhere had noticed her ‘talent’. Vanessa would appear on a sofa shrieking, explaining that she was a ‘big woman’ who of course ‘likes chocolate’ and was going to change the course of light entertainment. I noticed all this not because of the trite Vanessa, but because of who her husband was, who was mentioned in EVERY interview and appeared on TV with her. He was the surgeon Michael Kurer, who had trained at UCL and I knew what some of his colleagues were getting up to.

Vanessa banged on constantly about her ‘wonderful’ doctor husband and her ‘gorgeous’ children. Which I thought was weird because if I was embarking on a career in trash TV, I would want my family kept well out of it. Furthermore, if I was working as a Top Doctor, I would want to be kept well out of it as well. But no, Vanessa shrieked and giggled through numerous interviews, screaming ‘he’s a doctor, he’s a doctor, isn’t he wonderful’ and took trips down memory lane and recounted how her gran was laid up in UCH and said to her that there was a lovely young medical student on duty and how the 17 year old Vanessa was introduced to this GORGEOUS – shriek, shriek, shake the dated hairstyle about – aspiring Top Doc. Engagement and marital bliss followed from 1983 onward, a la Barbara Cartland.

It was very clear to me that the Top Doc was Vanessa’s USP and was a key part of the equation.

Furthermore, Vanessa wasn’t ‘just a Jewish housewife’. She was Jewish and she did come from north London – Totteridge, a very affluent area, her father had a ‘lingerie business’ – but she was a graduate of Trinity College, Cambridge and was a journalist for the ‘Jewish Chronicle’ and the ‘Daily Mirror’. Vanessa, who mentioned her family values as often as she mentioned the Top Doc husband and beautiful children, had also specialised in offering outspoken sex advice and had written for ‘Men Only’. So Vanessa could well have bumped into Dafydd’s and paedophiles’ friends such as Dr Philip Cauthery and Dr Martin Cole (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’), Dr Patricia Gillan (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’) etc. Sex therapists all. Cauthery was on the Editorial Board of ‘Forum’ magazine, for which Alastair Campbell wrote. Campbell also worked for the ‘Daily Mirror’.

Feltz had also worked for the BBC London radio station GLR.

‘I’m just a suburban doctor’s wife who spends my time making cup cakes for the children.’

 

With her arms in the sink:
Vanessa feltz podium.jpg

 

Vanessa went to Haberdasher Aske’s Girls’ School. I’m fairly sure that Esther Ratnzen, that good friend of Dafydd and the abusers, sent her daughter to Haberdasher Aske’s and Esther is also part of the celebrity Jewish London community.

 

As for the Top Doc, Michael Kurer was appointed as a consultant orthopaedic and shoulder surgeon to the North Middlesex University NHS Trust in 1994. He was born and grew up in Manchester before attending medical school at UCL. Kurer started his orthopaedic training at the Royal Free Hospital and became a senior registrar at the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital.

Kurer’s interest in shoulders was inspired by working with Ian Bayley and Paul Calvert. Kurer spent a year working with them as a research fellow immediately prior to his consultant appointment.

Paul Calvert built up a specialist shoulder clinic in the orthopaedic department at St George’s Hospital, where he was clinical lead for ten years.

Why does that not surprise me?

Calvert later moved to the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital, where Kurer worked with him. Although Calvert trained as a general orthopaedic surgeon, he retained his involvement with trauma surgery and continued to cover for medical emergencies. Calvert was the lead surgeon on call at the Clapham Junction rail crash in 1988, St George’s being the nearest hospital to the crash site.

Calvert ‘masterminded’ the emergency care at St George’s for those injured in the Clapham Junction rail crash, as well as ‘dealing briskly’ with various incursions from the media and the Gov’t. Calvert has published on orthopaedic surgery and on the consequences of the Clapham Junction rail crash. The new orthopaedic operating theatres that he planned and commissioned at St George’s were named in his honour.

Paul Calvert died of cancer in May 2004, aged 55.

 

The Clapham Junction rail crash happened on 12 Dec 1988. Thirty five people died and 484 were injured. The crash was caused by a signal failure as a result of a wiring fault. A subsequent Public Inquiry Chaired by Anthony Hidden QC found serious health and safety violations on the part of British Rail and BR were fined £250k.

The Hidden Inquiry also recommended the installation of automatic train protection (ATP) for the whole rail network. The ATP equipment governs the speed of trains and automatically stops them at red lights. However, the £750m price tag was considered too high by British Rail and the Gov’t, immediately prior to privatisation in 1993. In 1998 after the Paddington rail crash, Deputy PM John Prescott said that ‘money was no object’ in upgrading railway safety systems.

An inquiry led by Lord Cullen into fatal crashes at Southall in 1997 and at Ladbroke Grove in 1999 once again called for ATP to be installed by 2010 on the railways. Yet in 2002 Blair’s Transport Secretary, Stephen Byers, said the Gov’t would not commit to the £3bn needed to install ATP. However, the cheaper, simpler Train Protection and Warning System (TPWS) has since been installed across the network – although it cannot stop trains going through a red light if they are travelling at more than 75 mph.

So we’ll wait for the next train crash. When it happens, as with the Clapham Junction disaster, the TV cameras will be there to film the Top Docs wearing their high vis jackets with ‘DOCTOR’ written on the back, as they wade through the wreckage and the corpses. The TV cameras will also be on cue to film Angels ‘coming in from home to help out in an emergency’. When it all kicked off at Clapham and Calvert was the hero of the hour, people very wisely remained quiet about the fact that Calvert’s senior colleagues at St George’s were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and that their Professor of Paediatrics, Geoffrey Chamberlain’s friend Oliver Brooke, had in Dec 1986 been imprisoned for the possession of child porn and for procuring child porn, but was released on appeal in May 1987 by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane, who likened Brooke’s kiddie porn collection to a collection of cigarette cards. Oliver Brooke was a major figure in a pan-European paedophile ring. See post ‘The Heart Of Darkness’ for details.

Neither did anyone mention that when Cynthia Payne’s brothel at Ambleside Avenue in Streatham was raided in 1978, among the now famous but unnamed customers found within – which included a peer, lawyers, a judge, police officers and Top Doctors – were a number of consultants from St George’s. I don’t mind if Top Docs visit brothels in which all activity involves consenting adults who are there of their own free will, but Ambleside Avenue was known to be a networking opportunity for the clients, some of whom had interests in sex with underaged people. For more information re Ambleside Avenue, who turned a blind eye to what and how Lord David Sutch, who knew about the details of life in that brothel, was found dead whilst in the care of the Top Docs, see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

At the time of the Clapham Junction rail crash, Thatcher’s Gov’t was on the ropes with regard to transport safety. There had been a series of fatal accidents and Paul Channon, the Secretary of State for Transport, was finding it increasingly difficult to explain Gov’t complacence. Channon was a very rich man, a member of the Guinness family who produced generations of Tory politicians and a girlfriend for Carlo. Paul Channon’s daughter Olivia was found dead at Oxford University as the result of a heroin overdose in 1986. Fellow party-goers lied about the circumstances of Olivia’s death and the fall guy was her friend Rosie Johnston, who went to prison. Others got off remarkably lightly, particularly the ones from aristocratic families. See post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’

In Dec 1988 Ken Clarke was Health Secretary and was involved in an all out war with the BMA, of which the President at the time was Dr John Marks. In Dec 1988 I was part of John’s Marks’s brother’s Prof Vincent Marks’s CRC-funded research team at the University of Surrey. When I worked for Vincent Marks, unbeknown to me, my work was stolen and given to Prof Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University, who published it under her name. At the same time, one of Tony Francis’s psychiatrist colleagues from Manchester University had decided that he was going to become a cancer researcher and took part in a research fraud which resulted in the – presumed – suicide of one of the members of the research team. See posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

 

Ken Clarke knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and concealed their crimes and he knew about the criminality at St George’s Hospital and concealed that as well. Ken and Thatcher were involved in a tussle with Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, who’s ancestors had provided the dosh which had established St George’s Hospital centuries before at Hyde Park Corner. The Duke, the richest man in the country, wanted the money from the sale of the Hyde Park Corner site, now that St George’s had relocated to Tooting. Ken Clarke’s autobiography explained that he thought that the money from the sale should be reinvested into the NHS. Ken’s book doesn’t explain what the outcome was, but what actually happened was that the Duke was allowed to purchase the Hyde Park Corner site, which was worth millions, for £6000 (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

The Duke of Westminster was at the time the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association. The constituency MP was Sir Peter Morrison, who was a member of the paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire. Morrison was also molesting kids in London. His conduct was openly discussed by members of the constituency association and widely discussed at Westminster. Thatcher was warned about his activities but Morrison remained in her Gov’t and a personal friend of hers.

Morrison’s sister Dame Mary was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to HM Queen Lilibet. The Duke was a close friend of Carlo, who was Chancellor of UCNW (Bangor University), where staff were facilitating the sex trafficking ring. Alison Taylor, the whistleblowing social worker from Gwynedd, wrote to Carlo in the late 1980s, telling him that children in care were being abused in north Wales. Carlo’s office wrote back and said that he could not get involved. Kids from Bryn Estyn were taken on ‘work placements’ to Grosvenor’s estates, but refused to return there without explaining why.

Come on Ken, you and Thatch didn’t really fight the Duke over the Hyde Park Corner site did you? You just handed it over for the price of a cup of tea, because the Peter Morrison business had you all over a barrel.

 

In 1994, Mary Archer was a non-executive Director of Anglia Television. When he was young, Jeffrey Archer aka Tuppence had worked for the UNA, with which Dafydd was linked and as a charity fundraiser for the National Birthday Trust, with which Geoffrey Chamberlain was involved (see post ‘Now Then…’). In July 1987, Tuppence gave evidence in a libel trial at the Old Bailey, regarding allegations that he had paid a prostitute with whom he had slept to leave the country. At the time, I made jokes about Tuppence’s evidence in a letter to Gwynedd Health Authority. I now have possession of a document which shows that someone had carefully underlined every reference that I had made to Tuppence and his evidence at that trial. My letters to Gwynedd Health Authority were all being passed on to Andrew Park, a bent lawyer in the Welsh Office, who knew that Dafydd and the paedophiles were perjuring themselves but who nonetheless co-ordinated court action against me.

It was later revealed that Tuppence had perjured himself at the 1987 trial and he was imprisoned for this in 2001. The prostitute to whom he had given dosh was due to give evidence in court again, but was killed as a result of a car crash shortly before Tuppence’s trial. Tuppence’s wife also perjured herself in the 1987 trial, but was never charged.

For further info about Tuppence and Lady Mary, see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’.

Jeffrey Archer was named as someone who may have benefited from insider dealing as a result of an attempted takeover of Anglia TV whilst his wife was a non-executive Director of Anglia TV. An investigation by the Secretary of State for the DTI launched in July 1994 into allegations of insider dealing by Archer resulted in no charges being brought. The Secretary of State for the DTI at the time was Michael Heseltine, who is from Swansea although he does his best to pretend not to be.

Awound the wagged wock the wagged wascal wan. A Towy wascal, not a Relsh one.

There was a long standing paedophile gang operating in west Wales with links to Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Heseltine will have known about them, as he will have known about Peter Morrison. Heseltine was MP for Tavistock in Devon, 1966-74, so he will have also known the sort of activities with which Jeremy Thorpe was involved.

When Vanessa got her big break with Anglia TV in May 1994, one of the bent NHS managers in Gwynedd who was colluding with Dafydd et al in their attempts to fit me up was Keith Thomson. Thomson resigned as CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust in 2005 after he was threatened with imprisonment by a High Court judge in Cardiff for unlawfully witholding my medical records. Thomson told the world that he was ‘retiring’. He didn’t retire, he relocated to west Wales, where he became CEO of the NHS Trust down there.

In 1994 Heseltine was still entertaining hopes of becoming PM.

Heseltine’s highly lucrative family business was the publisher Haymarket. Someone else who was helping to keep the lid firmly nailed down on the wrongdoing of Dafydd and paedophiles was Dr David Owen – who’s wife Deborah was a literary agent, until she retired in 2013. Dr Death was directly linked with some of the Top Docs involved with the sex trafficking gang in north Wales and Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was facilitating the gang, really liked Dr Death. In 1988, when Ken Clarke was battling with the BMA, Wood was approaching all sorts of people without my knowledge and colluding with them to damage me. I imagine that Wood did this for many years, but I only have documentary evidence of him doing this during 1988 and 1989.

Deborah Owen is a rich American who was literary agent to the best. When she was young she worked for Lippincott in the US and when she arrived in London in 1969, Owen worked for Nicholas Thompson.

Owen’s most high profile client was Delia Smith. Delia’s mother was Welsh and after Delia left school and began cooking, she lived with a Harley Street family, upon whom she tried out her recipes. Delia worked as a cookery writer for the Daily Mirror’s magazine from 1969. The Deputy Editor was Michael Wynne-Jones, who was born in Wales – Delia married him in 1971.

In 1997 Delia and her husband became the majority shareholders in Norwich City F.C. Wynne-Jones had been associated with Norwich City for decades.

Older readers will remember 1970s TV favourite ‘The Sale Of The Century’, produced by Anglia TV, which was introduced with an enthusiastic cry of ‘From Norwich, it’s the quiz of the week…’

 

From ‘Service Shenanigans’, it’s the quiz of the week – who was it, between 1993-97, who gave people known to me in Somerset who were in touch with D.G.E. Wood without my knowledge, thousands and thousands and thousands of pounds in return for them smearing my character and their silence if I was imprisoned or found dead?

Someone at St George’s had previously rung the same people pretending to be Brown and told them that I’d tried to kill myself – which wasn’t true. Although what was happening at the time was that people were trying to kill me and Brown.

I’ll be blogging more about the Somerset connections soon – I’ve uncovered more and it’s not looking too good for the Wagged Wascal from Swansea who always harboured hopes of being PM…

 

Michael Wynn-Jones established New Crane Publishing, which produced some of Smith’s books as well as the Sainsbury’s magazine, which Wynn-Jones edited. In 2005, New Crane Publishing was sold to Seven Publishing for around £7 million; Smith had been working as a consultant for the publishing company. Wynne-Jones has written extensively and in 1972, George Gale appointed Wynn-Jones as deputy editor of ‘The Spectator’.

 

Vanessa, don’t tell me that with this sort of Everest of a dung heap to conceal, that you were plucked from obscurity by chance by a fairy godmother in May 1994, just when St George’s and Dafydd were in great need of assistance and an advert for wholesome family-orientated Top Docs was required to cover for nutters who were running paedophile gangs and had a history of carrying out medical experiments on almost full term foetuses and then killing them.

 

Meanwhile, up in UCNW, Professor Fergus Lowe, who had succeeded Dafydd in the University as Mr Big, was netting huge amounts of grant funding from Unilever to vastly expand the School of Psychology. For many years the advisory director of Unilever was Lord Leverhulme, Philip Lever, the 3rd Viscount Leverhulme. He was a former Senior Steward of the Jockey Club, 1973-76 and Lord Lieutenant of the City and County of Chester from 1949-90. Unilever was the company founded by Philip Lever’s grandfather. Fungus built his empire at Bangor by overthrowing the influence of Dafydd in the University in the late 1980s and then used his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes to hold a gun to the heads of those who had been complicit with Dafydd. Philip Lever continued in the Lever family’s philanthropic tradition as a Trustee of the Leverhulme Trust. He was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1980-93. The Liverpool University which trained Dafydd and trained and employed many of his fellow crooks. Philip Lever was Chancellor in 1987 when Dafydd told me that he was friends with a Professor Richard someone or other and that if I dropped my complaint about him, he would have a word with Professor Richard and I would be guaranteed a place to study medicine at Liverpool. Just like that. I was so gobsmacked that to my eternal regret the surname of the corrupt Professor did not register and I have no idea who he was. For more details on Philip Lever, see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’.

Dr Death was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1996-09.

 

Vanessa’s love-in with Anglia TV ended in 1998, when she got too big for her Top Doctor-related boots and asked for a massive pay rise. Anglia refused, so Vanessa left for the BBC, who coughed up for a £2.7 million contract for her to present ‘The Vanessa Show’, which was screened immediately before ‘Kilroy’. The ‘Kilroy’ which on a number of occasions starred one Dr Dafydd Alun Jones as a ‘medical expert’. Kilroy, we sat in our sitting rooms in Gwynedd and tears of laughter ran down our cheeks, as you rushed around the studio with a microphone, asking Dafydd what his opinion was. It was hilarious, this mad old bugger who had threatened us, tried to bribe us, said the craziest things to numerous people and told people that they had manic depressive insanity or were suffering from cannabis psychosis because they had been on the mari-jew-ana, was on the tele with an orange narcissist who was doing a sincere face for the cameras whilst crucifying distressed people who had suffered at the hands of the likes of Dafydd.

Meanwhile, Anglia TV filled the space that Vanessa had vacated with ‘Trisha’, someone else who pretended to be concerned at the problems of what Blair called the underclass. The underclass certainly made good tele. Trisha later had a breakdown and I seem to remember that she was married to a Top Doc who was involved with some sort of scandal.

Vanessa and Trisha both had problems with members of their studio audience who were experiencing complex psychosexual problems actually being students from UEA who had found a source of fun.

The genre of course culminated in ‘Kyle’, in which the odious Jeremy Kyle – who was a student at the University of Surrey at about the time that I worked there – insults the dispossessed and yells at them to SHUD UP or even ‘get a hair cut’.

Kyle has been outed as having various personal problems, such an excessive drinking and gambling. Some people got very excited when there were allegations that the married Kyle had entered into liaisons with teenagers and had fessed up to having a ‘fumble’ because what bloke wouldn’t. Well I can beat those revelations. Kyle’s show often features people with drug problems and a thuggish looking man in a sharp suit whom I think is called Graham doubles up as the show’s ‘psychologist’ who organises ‘aftercare’. There has been concern expressed by other psychologists about Graham’s ethics. After the addicts have had a good row with their nearest and dearest on camera and everybody has collapsed in tears, Kyle offers addicts a final chance and tells them that The Car is waiting outside to take them to a rehab clinic, but they’ve got to make the decision NOW and promise their poor old mum that they’re ready to change. Then the addict is bundled into a huge contraption with blacked out windows and is driven away at speed.

I took it for granted that the rehab clinic which was offering the guests on Kyle their last hope would be run by the usual hopeless uninterested Top Docs, but I am delighted to announce that Kyle surpassed himself. Some of those addicts were taken to Dafydd’s ‘detox unit’ in Wrexham, Hafan Wen. I know because I knew someone who was there when a guest from Kyle arrived…

 

The best that money can buy:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

Vanessa’s happy-ever-after with the Top Doc who had links to those concealing a paedophile gang fell apart when she found out that Kurer had been shagging one of his junior doctors. Kurer made some incredibly cruel comments about Vanessa which reflected rather more badly on him than they did on her, no matter how awful she is.

The Kurer-Feltz family home was in St John’s Wood in London and Feltz still lives in St John’s Wood. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse lived in St John’s Wood for years and was President of the St John’s Wood Society. Many of Sir Ronnie’s neighbours were celebs or members of the judiciary. Dr Jonathan Miller also lives in St John’s Wood.

Whilst Vanessa colonised the BBC, Jimmy Savile was doing his worst. Savile visited Bryn Estyn and one boy claimed that he was sexually assaulted by a group of men for Savile’s entertainment. After everybody else admitted that Savile and Rolf Harris were molesters, Vanessa came out of the closet and alleged that Rolf had groped her. Rolf Harris has links to Anglesey and held an art exhibition there, which was attended by Meri Huws, who is now the Welsh Language Commissioner. Meri was a social worker for Gwynedd County Council during the 1980s when the Council’s children’s homes were being run by the paedophile gang (see post ‘Are You Local?’). Rolf has spoken about the possibility of moving to live on Anglesey.

What a pity that Vanessa didn’t mention the name Jimmy Savile when she appeared so many time on TV to tell us how wonderful Top Docs were.

 

The constituency MP for Totteridge whilst Vanessa and her family lived there was Tory Reginald Maudling, who had to resign as Ted Heath’s Home Secretary as a result of Maudling’s involvement in John Poulson’s corrupt business practices. Maudling had held Cabinet positions – including that of Chancellor of the Exchequer – under Harold Macmillan and was linked to both the Profumo Affair and to Jeremy Thorpe. See post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’ for further details re Reginald Maudling.

Totteridge was home to a number of celebs, including Cilla’s friend Cliff Richard.

 

Another Date for Your Diary is 2 June 1944, the day on which Sir Peter Morrison was born. Morrison went to Eton and Keble College, Oxford, where he read law. So Morrison, along with all the other lawyers in Thatcher’s Gov’t – including Thatcher herself – did know that participating in sex parties with children and killing witnesses was illegal.

Lord Margadale, John Morrison, was Sir Peter Morrison’s father. He was born on 16 Dec 1906 and died on 25 May 1996. William Hague announced that there was to be a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in care in north Wales towards the end of May in 1996.

John Morrison was the son of Hugh Morrison and Lady Mary Leveson-Gower, daughter of the Liberal statesman Granville Leveson-Gower, 2nd Earl Granville. Hugh Morrison was the Tory MP for Wilton for a brief time in 1918 and then for Salisbury, 1918-31. Hugh Morrison was one of the wealthiest men in the UK and the family seat was at Fonthill in Wiltshire.

John Morrison was educated at Eton – as was his father – and Magdalene College, Cambridge. He served in the Royal Wiltshire Yeomanry in WWII. John Morrison served as the Tory MP from Salisbury, 1942-65 and was Chairman of the highly influential 1922 Committee, 1955-64.

John Morrison began owning and breeding horses in 1952 and established the Fonthill Stud in 19th century stables on his estate, which has produced winners of several classic races. He also led a reorganisation of the Jockey Club.

Sir Ronnie Waterhouse’s wife’s family bred racehorses and Ronnie ensured that he got to know everyone who was worth knowing in that business.

Lord Margadale married the Hon Margaret Smith, daughter of William Smith – known as Frederick – the 2nd Viscount Hambleden. William Smith’s father William Henry Smith founded THE WH Smith, the shop recently voted the worst on the planet. William Smith was the sole inheritor of the business. For years WH Smith took a hard line on what they felt was indecent material ie. soft porn and also refused to stock ‘Private Eye’.

In 1891, Frederick Smith also succeeded his father as MP for the Strand, holding the seat until Jan 1910. Frederick Smith was targeted for blackmail by the notorious poisoner Dr. Thomas Neill Cream, who (writing under an assumed name) claimed to have proof that Smith had poisoned a prostitute. This was one of three known attempts at blackmail that may have been the real motive for Cream’s string of poisonings in the Stepney and Lambeth areas of London from Oct 1891 to April 1892. They played a role in the final arrest, prosecution, and conviction of Cream at the Old Bailey in October 1892 and his execution the following month.

I do hope that Thomas Cream really was a blackmailer and a serial poisoner and not someone who had evidence that the MP for the Strand and the owner of WH Smith had poisoned a prostitute.

Frederick Smith married Esther nee Gore, a daughter of Arthur Gore, 5th Earl of Arran, an Anglo-Irish peer. Esther’s sisters were Lady Mabell Gore, (1866–1956), wife of the 11th Earl of Airlie and a Lady-of-the-Bedchamber to Queen Mary; Lady Cicely Gore (1867–1955), wife of the 4th Marquess of Salisbury and an Extra Lady of the Bedchamber to Queen Alexandra. One can never have enough Ladies of the Bedchamber. Frederick and Esther had a son, William Henry Smith, who succeeded Frederick as 3rd Viscount Hambleden.

Arthur Gore’s son was Arthur Gore, 6th Earl of Arran. The 6th Earl’s son, yet another Arthur Gore, ie. the 7th Earl of Arran, killed himself at the age of 55 on 28 Dec 1958, nine days after his father’s death. The 7th Earl was unmarried and reportedly killed himself because he was gay.

After Arthur Gore killed himself, his younger brother became 8th Earl Arran. The 8th Earl was known as ‘Boofy’, although wiki tells us that he was called Arthur. There seem to be a great many people called Arthur Gore in this family, but surely even this lot would not have called two of their sons Arthur Gore. I can’t be completely certain of that though, because they don’t seem to have been on the same planet as everyone else. Boofy was considered to have been quite mad by everyone around him and sadly had a very serious alcohol problem.

Boofy did make history however, as a high profile campaigner in the Lords to reform the laws on homosexuality. In 1965 Boofy sponsored a homosexual law reform bill, although the bill ran out of Parliamentary time. Boofy worked with Allan Horsfall and Antony Grey in CHE (the Campaign for Homosexual Equality). Grey remembered that Boofy was incredibly useful because he ‘was related to everyone’ and was happy to enlist the help of his many aristocratic relatives for campaigning purposes. Boofy was also a Conservative whip in the Lords which will have helped.

Boofy sponsored the Labour MP Leo Abse’s private members bill to decriminalize homosexuality between consenting adult men. It was this bill which eventually formed the 1967 Sexual Offences Act. Boofy was married to Fiona Gore, a Scottish power boat racer. Described by Harold Macmillan as ‘the prettiest girl he had ever seen’, Fiona married Sir Arthur (Kattendyke Strange David Archibald) ‘Boofy’ Gore in 1937. In 1958 Boofy succeeded his brother to become the 8th Earl of Arran.

Boofy and Fiona also had a thing about badgers. They kept them as pets and as well as his work on homosexual law reform, Boofy campaigned for the protection of badgers and piloted the Badger Protection Bill through Parliament.

But Boofy Arran became best known in the 1960s for his weekly column in the ‘London Evening News’ (where he was sometimes billed as ‘The Earl You Love To Hate’). This ran until 1978, when he suffered a stroke, a misfortune he blamed on his daily intake of a half-bottle of champagne before lunch.

 The Arrans had a ‘remarkable’ home, ‘Pimlico’, near Hemel Hempstead in Hertfordshire. Lady Arran kept a sizeable menagerie there. Wallabies, pot-bellied pigs, llamas and alpacas, caged birds (including a macaw which volunteered rude comments on proceedings, and others that uttered further expletives), horses, a fox and assorted dogs completed a bustling scene. The family wore gumboots in the house to fend off their brood of ankle-nipping badgers.

Lady Arran always called her current favourite badger Rosie. A succession of these creatures visited, and left a mark on, the smartest houses in England. Drawn as ever to the lochside, Lady Arran kept a small house on the Isle of Inchconnachan on Loch Lomond. She boated the loch while her badgers lived beneath the veranda, chasing people hurrying to the jetty.

Meanwhile, Fiona Arran continued to win speed boat competitions, eventually completing the Round Britain offshore race, a demanding event even for the fit young men who made up the other contestants.

Boofy died in 1983. The elder of their two sons, the 9th Earl of Arran, survives her. Fiona Arran died in May 2013.

The 9th Earl Arran, Arthur Connelly-Gore, is the son of Arthur Gore, 8th Earl Arran and the former Fiona Colquhoun, first daughter of Sir Iain Colquhoun. He was educated at Teon and Balliol College, Oxford. He served in the Grenadier Guards. Lord Arran was the assistant manager of the ‘Daily Mail’, then assistant general manager of the ‘Daily Express’ and the ‘Sunday Express’ in the 1970s. He was a Director of Waterstone’s.

Arthur Connelly-Gore succeeded as 9th Earl of Arran on 23 Feb 1983, upon the death of his father. In the Lords, Lord Arran has played an active role for the Conservative Party, serving in several junior ministerial roles.

On 28 Sept 1974, Arran married Eleanor van Cutsem, daughter of Bernard van Cutsem and Lady Margaret Fortescue. Bernard had two sons, Hugh and Geoffrey, from his first marriage to Mary Compton. The late Hugh van Cutsem was close mate of Carlo’s. Geoffrey van Cutsem married Sally McCorquodale, sister of Neil McCorquodale, the husband of Lady Sarah Spencer, the elder sister of Diana, Princess of Wales. Bernard van Cutsem was a racehorse breeder, so I expect that Sir Ronnie Waterhouse knew him as well.

Lord and Lady Arran have two daughters, one of whom is Lady Laura Melissa Fortescue-Gore, born 14 June 1975, who married Major James Duckworth-Chad, who’s maternal great-grandfather was Albert Spencer, 7th Earl Spencer, the paternal grandfather of Diana, on 16 October 2004. They have four children.

 

Allan Horsfall, with whom Boofy campaigned, came from Lancashire, sat as a Bolton Councillor and set up the North Western Homosexual Law Reform Society, which later became CHE. Horsfall joined the Labour Party in 1956 and ran CHE, 1971-74 and then became President for life.

Antony Grey became Secretary of CHE in 1962 – David Astor gave him a job as a sub editor on The Observer. Antony Grey is an assumed name – like Horsfall, he cohabited with a male partner for years, who has never been identified in public.

The Chester branch of CHE was believed to be a front for paedophilia and many gay men left the branch because of this. A leading member of the Chester CHE branch was jailed for abusing boys in care in north Wales.

An article from ‘The Guardian’ in 2007 stated that Leo Abse claimed that Roy Jenkins wanted Michael Foot to pilot a homosexual law reform bill through Parliament. Abse alleged that Woy wanted to bog Foot down because he was a leadership rival. Woy concealed the paedophile gangs in Wales both as Home Secretary and in other roles. Abse was ‘great friends’ with Foot. Abse stated that he kept ‘the mining MPs’, who were perceived to be unsympathetic to homosexual law reform, away from the votes by ‘calling in all my debts’. Abse was mates with the Chief Whip John Silkin, who ensured that sufficient Parliamentary time was allowed for the bill. Thus the Sexual Offences Bill 1967 was passed.

John Silkin’s brother Samuel Silkin, was Attorney General, 1974-79.

Abse was applauded for being a champion of homosexual law reform, but Abse might have had rather different motivations for this than was assumed. Abse was investigated for historical sex offences against children himself. He was also close friends with George Thomas and concealed Thomas’s offences against children and young people for years. Abse was a crooked lawyer and he lied to the press, threatened to fit people up and paid off others in order to keep George Thomas out of trouble. See post ‘It wasn’t On Our Radar’.

Just as worrying was the way in which Leo Abse, virtually single-handedly, manipulated Harold Wilson as well as Audrey and Jim Callaghan into allowing Abse to dominate the Houghton Committee, ensure that those who ‘advised’ the Committee were no more than a collection of associates of Dafydd and the paedophiles. The Houghton Committee led to the Children Act 1975, which did not protect children but instead paved the way for a boom in children’s homes across the whole of north Wales, homes which were virtually all infiltrated with paedophiles (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).

Abse was a highly manipulative and exploitative man, who in very old age married a woman decades younger than himself who in some ways was obviously quite vulnerable. In an interview with ‘The Guardian’ after his 90th birthday celebrations, Abse stated that the gay community had showed a total lack of gratitude towards him for his successful campaigning on their behalf and that none of them even sent him a birthday message.

I suspect that many gay people considered Abse to be an abusive man who was colluding with crimes against young people whilst at the same time ensuring Labour Party support in south Wales. George Thomas was a friend of Harold Wilson’s and a very effective political campaigner. If George Thomas had been exposed as a child molester, support for the Labour Party in south Wales would have plummeted.

Michael Foot was mocked as Worzel Gummidge by the right wing tabloids in the 1980s, but when he was younger, he too was a very competent political strategist. He knew what George Thomas and Dafydd and the paedophile gang were doing, but ignored it. Even radical politicians in those days did not care too much what was happening to kids in care, prisoners and mental health patients if supporting them meant losing votes. There are indications that Michael Foot himself was involved in sexual activity which would have caused a scandal if it had ever been made public. Foot had worked as a journalist for many years and had links to the security services. He was known to have made it clear to the press that if certain matters were published about him, he would make public equally incriminating information about people like Lord Beaverbrook and Lord Rothermere.

Politicians from all parties were all involved in so much sexual exploitation that they didn’t dare blow the whistle on each other.

Peter Morrison had two bothers, Charles and James.

Sir Charles Morrison was the Tory MP for Devizes, 1964-92. After Eton and National Service in the Life Guards, Charles Morrison went up to Cambridge for two years, but left, explaining later that ‘I was just wasting my time and didn’t feel like a third year… But I did leave voluntarily.’ He then trained at the Royal Agricultural College, Cirencester, before starting work on managing the family estates.

In 1958, Morrison became a member of Wiltshire County Council and chaired its Education Committee in 1963-64. He entered Parliament in May 1964 at a by-election for Devizes which followed the death of Percivall Pott, holding the seat for the Conservatives against all opinion poll forecasts and against the trend in three other by-elections held on the same day. This was put down to his being well-known, popular and active in the constituency. His campaign had the support of Ian Fleming, a relation by marriage of Morrison’s wife Sara, who wrote an article called ‘To Westminster with Love’ beginning with the words ‘Charles Morrison – Licensed to Kill.’

Soon after his election to Parliament, Morrison supported Heath’s bid for the party leadership. When his party returned to power under Heath in 1970, Morrison was not given a job in Gov’t In 1966, Morrison bought Fyfield Manor near Pewsey in Wiltshire from the former PM Anthony Eden.  As a landowner and Conservative Party MP Morrison’s moderate views did not find favour with Thatch. He continued as MP for Devizes until his retirement in 1992, when he was succeeded by Michael Ancram. He was knighted in 1988.

Morrison married firstly, on 28 Oct 1954, Antoinette Sara Frances Sibell Long, the only child of the 2nd Viscount Long and his wife Viscountess (Frances) Laura Long (nee Charteris), granddaughter of Hugo Charteris, 11th Earl of Wemyss. They had two children, but the marriage ended in divorce.

Lord Martin Charteris was the grandson of Hugo Charteris. He was an Old Etonian and former lieutenant colonel who was the younger brother of the 12th Earl of Wemyss. In 1950, Charteris was appointed Private Secretary to Princess Elizabeth, heiress to the British throne. From Lilibet’s accession in 1952 until 1972, Charteris served as her Assistant Private Secretary under Sir Michael Adeane. On Adeane’s retirement in 1972, Charteris was promoted to Private Secretary. He held this post until his retirement in 1977 and returned to Eton as its Provost. 

Charteris gave an interview to ‘The Spectator’ in 1995, in which he described the Duchess of York as ‘vulgar, vulgar, vulgar’, the Prince of Wales as ‘whiney’ and the Queen Mum as ‘a bit of an ostrich’. Gawd bless ‘er.

 

In 1984 Charles Morrison married secondly Rosalind Elizabeth Ward (née Lygon). They also divorced.

 

Charles’s brother James Morrison, who succeeded his father as 2nd Baron Margadale, was commissioned into the Life Guards in 1949, before transferring into the Royal Wiltshire Yeomanry. 

James Morrison took over the Fonthill Stud from his father in 1972 and had a successful career on the Turf as the breeder of three Classic winners at his stud. Two of his fillies, which he also owned, won the Oaks at Epsom, one ridden by Lester Piggott who won the race in 1975.

James Ian Morrison was born on July 17 1930. His father, the 1st Lord Margadale, was, as John Morrison, the Conservative MP for Salisbury from 1942-64. In 1972 John Morrison predicted to one of his sons: ‘Mark my words, Margaret Thatcher will be the next leader of the party.’

Peter Morrison was a friend of Thatcher’s and was one of her strongest supporters in her 1975 leadership campaign.

The Morrisons lived at Fonthill House in Wiltshire but they also own the 80,000-acre Isle of Islay, off the west coast of Scotland. Here James spent much of his childhood; he loved Islay for the rest of his life, spending as much time as he could there.

After Ludgrove and Eton, James was educated at the Royal Agricultural College, Cirencester.

James Morrison was a keen polo player into his thirties. His interests beyond the Turf included shooting and hunting. He particularly enjoyed shooting woodcock on Islay, but lamented the decline of grouse on the island. He was for many years President of the South and West Wilts Hunt.

Particularly proud of his association with the Territorial Army, James was Honorary Colonel of the Royal Wilts Yeomanry. He was also a member of the Queen’s Body Guard for Scotland from 1960.

A number of Dafydd’s associates in north Wales were in the TA.

James Morrison was a County Councillor for Wiltshire in 1955 and from 1973-77, as well as Chairman of the West Wilts Conservative Association, 1967-71.

Morrison’s involvement in racing went beyond breeding. From 1969-80, he was Chairman of Tattersalls Committee, ruling on betting disputes. Morrison was also Chairman of Wincanton racecourse and acted as a steward at many of the major race meetings, including Royal Ascot.

Morrison succeeded as the 2nd Lord Margadale on the death of his father in 1996. He married, in 1952, Clare Barclay, with whom he had three children. Their daughter, Fiona, is married to Hugh, the 3rd Viscount Trenchard, who has had a career in the City; their younger son is the trainer, Hughie Morrison. Their elder son, Alastair John Morrison, born in 1958, succeeded as the 3rd Lord Margadale in April 2003 and was appointed Deputy Lieutenant for Wiltshire in the same year.

Alastair married, firstly, Lady Sophia Cavendish, daughter of Andrew Cavendish, 11th Duke of Devonshire and The Honourable Deborah Mitford, on 19 July 1988. They had two children: The Honourable Declan James Morrison (born 11 July 1993) and The Honourable Nancy Lorna Morrison (born 22 January 1995). Alastair married, secondly, Amanda Fuller, daughter of Michael Fuller, on 2 September 1999. 

 

I note the link between James Morrison, brother of a child molester who enjoyed the protection of the highest echelons of the British state and Lester Piggott, the outstanding jockey, who was famously hung out to dry in the mid-1980s.

Piggott retired as a jockey at the end of the 1985 flat season and became a trainer. His Eve Lodge stables housed 97 horses and sent out 34 winners. His burgeoning new career as a trainer was ended when he was convicted of tax fraud and jailed for three years on 22 Oct 1987. Piggott served 366 days. According to Piggott, a commonly held belief that he was prosecuted after using an undeclared bank account to make a final settlement of his tax liabilities is a myth. He was stripped of his OBE which he had been awarded in 1975. 

There was much comment at the time regarding the harshness with which Piggott was treated. Police mugshots of Piggott in custody were leaked to the press and much was made of Lilibet stripping him of his OBE. The UK is crawling with people in possession of honours who hung onto them after doing far worse than Lester Piggott. Furthermore, in Feb 1991, HM Lilibet knighted the brother of James Morrison, whom it was known was molesting children in north Wales and elsewhere.

When Lester Piggott was put on trial and imprisoned, Alison Taylor and I were shouting as loudly as we could about Dafydd’s crimes in north Wales. Mary Wynch had won a case against Dafydd and the paedophiles. Just three months before Lester Piggott was jailed, Tuppence and Lady Mary had lied their arses off in court.

Lester Piggott was sentenced by Mr Justice Farquharson at Ipswich Crown Court. When a barrister, Sir Donald Farquharson acted mostly for the Crown and among those he prosecuted was Cynthia Payne of Ambleside Avenue. At Payne’s sentencing in 1980, Farquharson told the judge how a succession of respectable men — including a peer, an Irish MP, barristers, solicitors and ‘several vicars’ — had beaten a path to her door. Consultants at St George’s Hospital who were colluding with the gang who supplied kids to Peter Morrison beat a path to Cynthia’s door as well.

A ‘scrupulously fair’ prosecutor, Farquharson conceded that Cynthia’s brothel was ‘well run’ and that there was no question of coercion or corruption of young people. He then described how customers were treated to an all-in ‘luncheon voucher’ scheme, which entitled them to eat and drink, watch a live sex show and films (‘Horse-lover’, ‘Bizarre Taste’, ‘Black Power’ and so forth) and have sex with one of the girls.

Cynthia Payne was sentenced her to 18 months’ imprisonment, which was reduced to six months and a fine on appeal.

Cynthia was raided again in 1986 and stood trial in 1987 but didn’t go to prison. Some of those working on the case were angry that she wasn’t jailed. I think that there were far too many careers at stake for Cynthia to have been jailed again in 1987, particularly after all that embarrassment with Oliver Brooke. So Lester Piggott was jailed instead and made persona non-grata. Just in case he ever felt like telling anyone what Sir Peter Morrison and his associates were doing.

Someone in Lester Piggott’s position would also have knowledge of other crimes – such as doping race horses.

 

The Torygraph magazine today has a feature on the current Duke of Westminster, Hugh Grosvenor, the son of Peter Morrison’s mate. The Torygraph have printed a nice photo of Hugh as a baby with his mum and dad, taken in Feb 1991. The month that Peter Morrison was knighted and that my career was destroyed, as well as those of two other witnesses!

Hugh told the Torygraph all about the fruition of his father’s vision, the new Defence and National Rehabilitation Centre (DNRC) for injured servicemen on the Notts-Leicestershire border. The DNCR is costing £300 million. Hugh’s father committed £50 million to it and Hugh has added a further £20 million through the Westminster Foundation, the Grosvenor family charity. Some of the money for the DNCR has come from the Libor fund. Dafydd’s charity CAIS was given a couple of million from the Libor fund, after CAIS lied about the services for which the monies were being requested (see post ‘George Osborne Enters The Picture’).

The DNCR was designed by architects John Simpson and the US firm Steffian Bradley. We are told that ‘Simpson’s style’ can be seen at Buck House and at  Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge.

The Torygraph explains that the 2nd Duke, Hugh ‘Bendor’ Grosvenor,  was a friend of Winston Churchill and a lover of Coco Chanel. Today, the Grosvenor estate has investments in more than 60 cities around the world. The estate owns 145,000 acres in Oxfordshire, Cheshire, Lancashire, Scotland and Spain and is valued at close to £10 billion.

Hugh Grosvenor was educated near the family seat in Cheshire. He attended Eccleston Primary School, a state school near Chester and then Ellesmere College, before studying countryside management at Newcastle-upon-Tyne University.

Ellesmere College is one of the campuses of West Cheshire College. The former Associate Principal of West Cheshire College is Alun Pugh. Pugh was the Labour AM for Clwyd West, 1999-07 and was Minister for Culture, Welsh Language and Sport. Pugh grew up in south Wales, then moved to live in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, then moved to north Wales. There was a paedophile gang in operation in the north east with strong connections to Dafydd et al in north Wales.

Alun Pugh is the former partner of Meri Huws, that former Gwynedd social worker who’s colleagues facilitated the paedophile gang which operated in north Wales/Cheshire. Further details of Alun and Meri’s beautiful mutually exploitative relationship can be read in my post ‘People With Energy’.

You appear to have a full house Alun – colleagues, partner and former student who were all directly linked to concealing the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Alun Pugh always looks as though he is in a dreadful strop:

 

BBC NEWS | UK | Wales | Good night, bad night after poll

 

In terms of paedophiles in distress sending for reinforcements who are celebs, in the mid-1990s, the Gateshead born footballer Paul Gascoine enjoyed cult status. On 9 June, 1994, Matt Arnold, the former Head of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. On 13 June, 1994, his friend and colleague Peter Howarth – along with Paul Wilson – went on trial for abusing kids in Bryn Estyn. Arnold and Howarth had both worked at Axwell Park Approved School, Gateshead, before relocating to Bryn Estyn in 1973. Kids were abused at Axwell Park. Turning Gazza into a celeb backfired on the paedophiles’ friend when it transpired that Gazza had one hell of a problem with alcohol and a mood disorder.

Hugh is Prince George’s godfather and his sister, Lady Viola Grosvenor, works with the charity Kidscape. Working for charidee is a fine Grosvenor tradition. Whilst he concealed a paedophile gang who murdered witnesses, Hugh’s dad Gerald was involved with numerous charidees, including:

  • President, Scope (formerly the Spastics Society), 1982–2005.
  • President, National Kidney Research Fund, 1985–97.
  • President, Royal National Institute for the Blind,1986–2012.
  • President, Drugs and Alcohol Foundation, 1987–97.
  • Life Vice-President, NSPCC, 1988 until death.
  • President, Life Education Centre (Drug Prevention), 2000–12.
  • All of these charidees concealed the abuse of vulnerable people.
  • Gerald Grosvenor was a Committee member of the Board of Nuffield Hospitals, from 1995 until his death. There was a Nuffield Hospital in Chester – the Grosvenor Nuffield. Dafydd worked there in the 1990s.

Despite being very rich, Gerald Grosvenor was one of the peers who mobilised the Lords to wave through Thatcher’s Poll Tax legislation when it looked in danger of defeat. There was outrage in some parts of the UK as peers arrived at the Lords from the shires – some of them in taxis – as a result of their determination that Thatcher’s brain wave which would save them a few bob would be enshrined in law. Some of the peers who rolled up to do their duty had only ever previously bothered to go to the Lords three or four times in their lives. Never mind, it backfired – it was the Poll Tax that was the downfall of Thatch. Gerald later left the Tory Party anyway when the Tories altered taxation methods, leaving Gerald liable for income tax, which he had previously managed to avoid paying.

 

Prince William is a Patron of DNCR. The project director is General Sir Tim Granville-Chapman, a former MoD Vice-Chief of Defence Staff. Hugh explained to the Torygraph that there is a lake at the DNCR, because his father ‘believed in the soothing power of water and there’s lots of clinical research to suggest that he was right about that’. Is that so Hugh? Which research is that then, could you give me the references? Furthermore, if clinical research has shown any such thing, why doesn’t every mental health unit in the country have a lake? The Menai Strait and coast off north Wales are lovely if you’re in good health, but a number of psychiatric patients have drowned themselves in those particular bodies of water, so perhaps they didn’t benefit from the clinical research that you’ve based the design of the DNCR on.

The Torygraph explains that the DNCR will soon be expanded to take ‘civilian patients’. Just like Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’ for ‘veterans’ (see post ‘Feet In Chains’)! The DNCR will be providing the ‘service’ at a cost to the taxpayer of £22 million/yr. Dame Carol Black, the Principal of Newnham College, Cambridge, wrote a recent review of services which was used to support the work of the DNCR.

Carol Black is a Top Doctor who was at Bristol Medical School at the same time as D.G.E. Wood. After qualifying she worked at Hammersmith Hospital, along with those people committing research fraud and others who were having sex with their bosses in return for jobs (see post ‘Interesting Facts’). Dear old Carol then ended up at the Royal Free Hospital, where she became the Medical Director. The Royal Free Hospital where I was interviewed in the late 1980s and discovered that the interviewing panel had info about me which could only have come from D.G.E Wood, Dafydd, Tony Francis or Gwynne the lobotomist.

Dame Carol constructs herself as a Wimmin’s Champ. So that was why there was so much unhappiness with obstetric care at the Royal Free that there were demos and public protests outside of the hospital by wimmin furious at the crap care on offer there.

The Dame retired in 2002, but the nightmare was not over by a long way. The Dame was the genius behind the disastrous junior doctors training scheme ‘Modernising Medical Careers’, which ended in such chaos that New Labour had to scrap it, after spending millions.

The next move by Blair was obvious – he asked the Dame to lead the DoH on revamping the sickness benefits system. It needed revamping, but the Dame was not the person to do it. The Dame doesn’t believe that conditions such as depression and anxiety exist because the symptoms aren’t observable. Many people have disputed that, but even if the symptoms aren’t visible to the naked eye, that does not mean that there’s nothing there. Presumably the Dame has taken a leaf out of the book of Florence Nightingale, who didn’t believe in germs because things that small could not exist. So off went Florence to give the injured soldiers another dose of the deadly lamp.

Neither does the Dame hold with sick notes. The Dame demanded that fit notes should be issued instead. Furthermore, the outsourcing companies such as Crapita and Atos should be the ones to issue the fit notes. So we have the Dame to thank for the suicides of disabled people that, it has been admitted, have resulted from badly trained Crapita  and Atos ‘assessors’ deeming people with severe disabilities as being fit for work, because they can perform tasks such as ‘eating unaided’ or ‘standing up from a sitting position’.

Here’s the Dame in a standing position with a smug expression on her face, demonstrating that she’s fit for work as the Principal of a Cambridge College:

 

Dame Carol M. Black photographed at the BBC 100 Women Wikipedia editathon on 8 December 2016.png

 

 

 

 

 

Corruption Bay Special

Yesterday’s post ‘I Want Serious Money Now’ told the story of the way in which the former Secretary of State for Wales Nicholas Edwardes aka Lord Crickhowell and his mates siphoned off millions of pounds from public funds to fuel their business interests during the development of Cardiff Bay, at a time when Wales was on it’s knees. I speculated that the reason why no opposition politicians either in Wales or London blew the whistle on Edwardes’s scam was that they too had been involved in concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales which Edwardes had concealed for years whilst he was Secretary of State for Wales. That paedophile gang was supplying boys to the Westminster Paedophile Ring, so there was a lot at stake for some very powerful people and the hordes feeding off them.

Since finishing yesterday’s post, I have researched a few of Edwardes’ friends and colleagues involved in the development of Corruption Bay and I think it’s worth publishing what I’ve discovered – so here’s a Corruption Bay Special.

The man who so ably assisted Nicholas Edwardes was his friend Sir Geoffrey Inkin, who was Chairman of the Cardiff Bay Development Corporation (CBDC), 1987-2000. I mentioned yesterday how Geoffrey was also Chairman of the Land Agency for Wales, 1987-88. LAW was an organisation that acquired land for development. As with Edwardes’ role in the development of Corruption Bay, there seems to be many conflicts of interest in evidence. But look what else I’ve discovered – not only was Inkin, like Edwardes, a Board member of the Welsh National Opera (there was a massive attempt to press for the building of an Opera House in Cardiff Bay), but Geoffrey was also a member of Gwent County Council, 1977-83 and a member of Gwent Police Authority. Regular readers will remember my posts and the comments from my reader Richard concerning the corruption that was rife in the South Wales Police in the 70s, 80s and 90s and the miscarriages of justice that resulted. In my post ‘A Future Leader Of The Labour Party?’ I described the collapse in south Wales of the biggest police corruption trial held on mainland Britain after the helpful intervention of the DPP Keir Starmer and Sir Nigel Sweeney, the judge. Geoffrey Inkin was a lay member of the Judicial Appointments Commission for England and Wales.

Inkin died in 2013 and after his death BBC News Online reported on his success in leading the development of Corruption Bay, stating that ‘homes, offices and leisure facilities sprung up along the waterfront’ – as if by magic. ‘I Want Serious Money Now’ explained how there was nothing magical about any of it, the development was very carefully planned and engineered from the outset. Furthermore, Geoffrey certainly seems to have pulled out all the stops, using his extensive network to drum up business – including his connections to Cardiff Chamber of Commerce and Cardiff Business Club. Geoffrey was the former Chair of Cardiff Business Club. Articles about Geoffrey nearly always refer to his ‘physical presence’ and how this ‘helped’ him achieve what he wanted – he was a ‘giant of a man’. What did he do, threaten to thump people if they didn’t agree to locate their businesses in Corruption Bay??

Inkin’s obituaries mention the ‘considerable opposition’ that there was to the Corruption Bay development – environmentalists were horrified because of the destruction of the distinctive habitat that the mudflats provided and a lot of people, including Rhodri Morgan, were very cynical regarding the economic benefits. (Rhodri turned out to right on that one – Cardiff Bay itself is great, but it’s done bugger all for the rest of Wales, even the valleys a few miles down the road.) Yet the adulation of Geoffrey and his alleged achievements continue to be touted. One ‘leading local businessman’ commented that Corruption Bay had helped ‘lift Cardiff up by it’s coat tails’ and Andrew R.T. Davies, leader of the Welsh Conservatives, said that Inkin was ‘rightfully credited with what remains one of the greatest acclaimed redevelopments in Europe’ (it was certainly the most demanding of the taxpayer). South Wales Police and Crime Commissioner Alun Michael claimed that Inkin had ‘made a considerable contribution to ensuring the success of the Cardiff Bay barrage and rebuilding the economy of the southern area of Cardiff’. Ah – the ‘southern area of Cardiff’. So the benefits of the £500 million plus that Inkin and his mates extracted from public funds are pretty localised then.

Geoffrey had another pal who must have been very useful when it came to realising his business ambitions – Lord David Rowe-Beddoe, described as a ‘close friend’. Rowe-Beddoe was Chair of the Welsh Development Agency (WDA) at the time of the development of Corruption Bay! The WDA of course – despite being robustly promoted by Thatcher – became a byword for corruption, incompetence and all-round dodgy dealing and was wound up in 2006 after many embarrassments. Rowe-Beddoe hailed Inkin as a ‘visionary’ and stated that ‘what we have today is really a part of what he was able to achieve’. What we have today – a glittering development enjoyed by tourists and day trippers and a few people fortunate enough to afford flats in the Bay, whilst much of Wales still lives in’t cardboard box in middle of t’ road. But not Nicholas Edwardes and his mates obviously.

Was Geoffrey Inkin a Billy Butlin, a man who started off with a handcart and achieved greatness in business entirely as a result of his own efforts? Not really. He was the son of a banker and before he milked the British taxpayer he pursued a career in the British Army. After Sandhurst he joined the Royal Welsh Fusiliers. As with his achievements in business, we are reassured that in the Army too Inkin achieved great things. As their commanding officer in 1973 he led the 1st Battalion Royal Welsh Fusiliers in a tour of Londonderry, as the height of the Troubles, barely a month after Bloody Sunday. There are indications that something gruesome might have happened during that tour of duty. Vague mentions of ‘difficulties’ were made and  in Dec 1973 Inkin was awarded an OBE ‘in recognition of distinguished services in Northern Ireland between 1 May 1973 and 31 July 1973’. In 1974 ‘to some surprise and disappointment’ Inkin ‘chose to leave with the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel to pursue farming and commercial interests’. It is stated that he became a dairy farmer in Monmouth, although I doubt that he actually milked the cows himself. Nowhere is there an explanation of why this man who had been a soldier for many years and was tipped as a future general suddenly bowed out after being decorated a number of times and mentioned in dispatches early in his career.

In 1979 Inkin stood as the Conservative candidate in Ebbw Vale, against Michael Foot.

In April 1983 he was appointed Deputy Lieutenant of Gwent and in 1987 Hugh Sheriff of Gwent. He was knighted in 1993.

Although Wales has really seen very little for the hundreds of millions of public funds that were poured into the hungry mouths of Inkin, Edwardes et al, I’m glad to say that Farmer Inkin and his dairy cows obviously did OK for themselves. In July 2005 Wales Online ran a feature entitled ‘Is This The Most Expensive House In Wales?’ excitedly reporting on a Grade II listed property in Monmouthshire, Court St Lawrence, that was for sale at a price of £2.25 million, believed to be the most expensive house ever sold in Wales. So who lived in a house like that? It was Geoffrey Inkin and his wife Susan of course. Not that Geoffrey was mentioned in the article – although Susan and Geoffrey’s sons Charles and Edmund featured, along with a free plug for their restaurant ‘The Felin Fach Griffin’. Perhaps someone considered it best not to mention that horny handed son of the soil Geoffrey, lest someone else reminded everyone of how much public money was given to Inkin’s business. Despite having done so much for Wales and it’s people, Geoffrey and Susan obviously didn’t expect anyone from Wales to buy Court St Lawrence, because they advertised it with Lane Fox, an estate agent in London. Among the house’s many features there was a ‘walk-in drinks cupboard’ and a ‘flower room’, ie. room with a sink, especially for the preparation of flowers. So whilst Geoffrey got pissed, Lady Susan could busy herself with the flower arranging.

Not that Lady Susan spends all her time flower arranging. She sits on St Brides Community Council, was Chair of the Governors at Haberdashers’ Girls School and is a Board Member of the English Speaking Union of the Commonwealth (which does things like teach young people how to prepare for delivering speeches in the House of Lords – yes, really, have a look at their website). The president of the ESU is Princess Ann and the Patron is HM the Queen. The Chairman is a man who has previously featured on the blog, who knows all about the criminal activities of the mental health services in north Wales and the paedophile ring, Lord Paul Boateng (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’).

Like Geoffrey, Susan had a stab at standing for Parliament.  She was the Conservative candidate for the Vale of Glamorgan in 2001. The ‘election prediction project website’ predicted a Labour win but gleefully mentioned that Labour had lost control of the Vale of Glamorgan Council after the furore about the Council Leader’s misuse of the Council Credit Card. I know that he shouldn’t have misused the Council Credit Card but I very much doubt that he managed to extract £500 fucking million out of it a la Geoffrey Inkin and Corruption Bay.

Geoffrey’s obituaries all mentioned his strong support for the armed forces and how he took over as Chair of the Army Benevolent Fund from one Tasker Watkins.

 

Tasker Watkins – described by some toadies as ‘The Greatest Living Welshman’ – is a name from the past. Tasker died in 2007. He was a Welsh lawyer and reached the heights of Lord Justice of Appeal and Deputy Lord Chief Justice.

Tasker Watkins came to prominence in 1966 when he acted as Counsel to the Tribunal of Inquiry into the Aberfan Disaster. He also presided over some of the trials of Welsh activists who took direct action.

I have provided many examples in previous blog posts of corruption among lawyers – there has been a major problem with corruption on the Chester and Wales Circuit stretching back decades. Tasker Watkins was Leader of that Circuit in 1970-71 and Presiding Judge of the Chester and Wales Circuit from 1975 until he was promoted to the Court of Appeal in 1980. He was Chairman of the Mental Health Review Tribunal, Wales Region 1960-71. Between 1977-80 he was Chairman of the Judicial Studies Board and between 1987-98 President of the University of Wales College of Medicine aka Cardiff Medical School. He retired from the bench in 1993 and between 1993-2004 was President of the Welsh Rugby Union. Tasker Watkins was President of the British Legion 1947-68 and a member of the TA Association of Glamorgan and Wales.

Tasker was Deputy Lieutenant of Glamorgan in 1956, Honorary Deputy Lieutenant of Wales in 1979 and of Glamorgan in 1996. He was appointed an Honorary Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons in 1992.

Just before he was appointed to the High Court in 1971, Tasker Watkins headed the Inquiry for the DHSS into the running of Farleigh Hospital, Somerset, a psychiatric hospital in Bristol. This Inquiry followed the imprisonment of two nurses – I have not been able to find details of the abuses at Farleigh, but to have elicited a Public Inquiry back then, things will have been very bad. I have found references to it being discussed by Keith Joseph in Hansard – of course the discussion was framed in terms of the problems that nurses encounter handling ‘violent, disturbed’ patients. I can imagine the accusations made by the staff as they covered their tracks. Watkins’s Inquiry produced recommendations for the handling of ‘violent patients’ by nurses.

In 1990 Tasker was a member of the divisional court which rejected the claim by Pat Pottle and Michael Randall – who had assisted the escape of the spy George Blake – that the delay in prosecuting them was an abuse of legal process. The legal process as applied to Pottle and Randall was somewhat farcical anyway, as was the conduct of the police with regard to them and their families – in July 1991 after yet another farce that was their trial, Pottle and Randall were cleared.

Whilst addressing the National Assembly for Wales in 2007, Lord Chief Justice Phillips commented ‘Thank God for Tasker’, when remembering how the Beeching Commission suggested that the Chester and Wales Circuit should be split into two and annexed to Bristol and Manchester. This happened whilst Tasker was Leader of that Circuit and he seems to have taken the credit for stopping the implementation of the Commission’s suggestion.

The documented history of Tasker Watkins is that of a Welsh hero, with allegations that he was so fantastic that at one point he was offered a safe seat in Parliament in order to enable him to become Prime Minister, but he turned down this opportunity. What I notice from Tasker Watkins’s biography however is that the Leader of a Circuit known to be riddled with corruption prevented it from being broken up. He was Chairman of the Mental Health Review Tribunal in Wales throughout the 60s, spanning the Lobotomy Years of Gwynne and Dafydd at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh – considering how many people were banged up there unlawfully in the late 70s and 80s, one can only speculate as to how many were incarcerated illegally when Tasker reigned over the Review Tribunal. Of course, Denbigh was known to be rife with violence and the sexual and financial abuse of patients as well. It was mentioned in the discussions of the terrible abuse of patients at Ely Hospital in the late 60s that conditions at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were worse. Whilst Tasker Chaired that Tribunal, Gwynne and Dafydd abused whoever they wanted in whatever way they chose. I presume that Tasker never raised any objections. Perhaps this was why Tasker was chosen to lead the Farleigh Inquiry – God only knows the horrors that were prevailing there, but was Tasker appointed because he could be relied upon to frame the problem as one of nurses not knowing what to do with ‘violent, disturbed patients’ and thus overstepping the mark?

Whilst I was briefly looking for information relating to the Farleigh Inquiry, I found a list of Public Inquiries that were held in the UK during the 60s, 70s and 80s into the abuse of patients in psychiatric hospitals. I had heard of some of them, such as those concerning Ely Hospital or Brookwood Hospital, but there were a number that I had not known about. Then it hit me. The practices and conditions at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were known to have been worse than even the conditions and practices of institutions subject to those Inquiries. In the early 1980s legal history was made when Mary Wynch became the first person to obtain leave from the Court of Appeal to sue a psychiatrist for unlawfully detaining them – Mary of course sued Dafydd and Clwyd Health Authority after being unlawfully imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital. Yet there was at no time any Public Inquiry or even a suggestion of one into the North Wales Hospital.  Probably because it was known to be the institution dealing with anyone who dared complain about the paedophile gang that was supplying the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

Something else about Tasker. He was a lawyer through and through. With the exception of his Chairing of the Mental Health Review Tribunal, which is always done by legal professionals, Tasker had no background or professional responsibilities with Top Doctors. Yet between 1987-1998 he was President of the Medical School at Cardiff. There were problems in that institution and they were building up during those years – and finally hit the media in a series of scandals. Tasker was appointed an Honorary Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons in 1992. There was one very high profile man in north Wales who in the late 80s covered up the barrel of shit that was Dafydd Alun Jones, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and their criminal activities (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). That was Professor Robert Owen, the Medical Ombudsman from the Welsh Office. He was Professor of Surgery at Cardiff Medical School – and a leading light in the Royal College of Surgeons. As for Tasker’s involvement with the Army and it’s veterans – why did he never speak out about a man who was known to be assisting people to fraudulently claim Army pensions, who was claiming funding for treating veterans with PTSD when they were very often simply people with drug and alcohol problems who had got into trouble with the law and who gave evidence to a Parliamentary Committee regarding veterans mental health despite being utterly disgraced by then, a Dr Dafydd Alun Jones?

Tasker was born in another era, but he remained active well into this millennium. By then Dafydd and the scam that was his ‘treatment’ of veterans had become public and there had been a police investigation and a Public Inquiry into a paedophile ring in north Wales that had existed for decades. The Greatest Living Welshman remained silent throughout.

 

Now for further background on Lord David Rowe-Beddoe, the ‘close friend’ of Geoffrey Inkin and Chair of the WDA. Rowe-Beddoe was given a peerage in 2006 and sits as a crossbencher. He was Chairman of Cardiff Airport until Nov 2016.

Rowe-Beddoe was CEO of Thomas De La Rue 1971-76, the President (Latin America, Europe, Middle East and Africa) of Revlon 1976-81 and President, Morgan Stanley-GFTA Ltd 1983-91. Wiki states that Rowe-Beddoe was ‘known as a Monaco-based businessman’ and Tory Party fundraiser when an ‘opportunity arose for him to be appointed to a Welsh quango’ (how many people find that such opportunities just pop up, particularly if they’re living in Monaco at the time?) and ‘that opportunity led to others’ (yes, I guessed that it would). In July 1993 Rowe-Beddoe was appointed Chair of the WDA for a nine year term. In 2001 he became Chairman of the Wales Millennium Centre where he remains today – the Millennium Centre was part of the Corruption Bay development led by his mate Geoffrey. In 2004 Rowe-Beddoe was appointed President of the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama, having previously been a Governor and then Chairman of the Board there. In 2005 he was awarded the Beacon Prize for Wales for his contribution to the economic and social development of Wales and in 2007 Rowe-Beddoe became Pro-Chancellor of the University of Glamorgan. The University of Glamorgan has awarded an honorary doctorate of Laws to Lord Morris of Aberavon (see post ‘Oh To Be In Receipt of Academic Honours’). Lord Morris of Aberavon was Secretary of State for Wales in 1975 when the WDA was established under him and knew about the wrongdoing in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and probably knew much about the paedophile ring that was being concealed by the North Wales Hospital as well.

Between 2002- 2012, David Rowe-Beddoe was Chairman of the Representative Body of the Church In Wales, the charitable trust that holds the Church’s assets. The Archbishop of Wales Barry Morgan, whilst praising Rowe-Beddoe’s efforts, stated that Rowe-Beddoe ‘realised that running a Church is not the same as running a business’. No, the Church doesn’t have quite as much money from public funds given to it as the WDA and their associates did. I do seem to remember as well that there was a bit of grief in the Church not so long ago when it was discovered that some of their dosh had been invested in some very unethical ways.

David is also the Chairman of the Advisory Committee of the St David’s Awards. He is at present the Deputy Chair of the UK Statistics Authority, which is responsible for the Government’s Office of National Statistics. In 2008 the former Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office Sir Nicholas Scholar was appointed Chair of the UK Statistics Authority.

David is the Deputy Lieutenant of Gwent. As a lot of people involved with the development of Corruption Bay seem to have been.

There is much boasting about the WDA and it’s successes. For example, that along with South Glamorgan Council it helped establish Admiral Insurance plc. I’m not sure why, but Third sector organisations in Cardiff trip over themselves to toady to Admiral in the hope that Admiral will give them some dosh. Perhaps Admiral is simply continuing the generosity, having been given so much dosh themselves by the WDA. The WDA also contributed to the building of the Millennium Stadium – of which the former Chair of the WDA Rowe-Beddoe is now Chair. The WDA ‘formed partnerships with 22 local authorities in the mid-90s’ which allegedly lead to urban regeneration via Town Improvement Grants – although none of it made much difference. But that was always the allegation levelled at the WDA – that it gave money to businesses from overseas which arrived in Wales and employed people for a short while in low skilled poorly paid jobs and once the business concerned had hovered up all the dosh from the WDA, it was up and off back home to Japan or wherever.

People resident in Wales in the early 1990s however will never forget the WDA. Even I knew about the shenanigans at the WDA and I was neither in Cardiff or in business. It all started with film footage of Margaret Thatcher dragging a youngish man along by the arm, yelling at the cameras ‘isn’t he wonderful? Isn’t he just splendid?’, robustly maintaining that this man was the future for Wales and that he was where it was at. The man concerned was Dr Gwyn Jones, the then Chairman of the WDA. Peter Walker, Secretary of State for Wales, had met Gwyn, a ‘businessman’, at a Conservative Party fundraising lunch and had rather rashly given him the job of WDA Chair. Things subsequently became difficult and Gwyn resigned in 1992 just ahead of the Commons Public Accounts Committee Report.

The Report revealed that between 1989-92, the WDA had made illegal redundancy payments totalling £1.4 million; that a £228,000 non-disclosure payment had been made to a former executive who had been sacked in 1991; that free private motoring for Board members had been provided between 1984-92; that a £16,895 WDA rural development payment to Gwyn himself had been made – Gwyn had used it for something else without informing the WDA but was never asked to repay it, even after a WDA inspector found out about it; that WDA Director’s had been flying on Concorde; that public money – £308,000 – had been used to investigate the possibility of a buyout which would have privatised the agency; and that ‘many irregularities’ were discovered when the Auditor General examined the WDA’s accounts.

It was also revealed that Gwyn had employed someone who was sacked for poor performance but was allowed to take £53k worth of office equipment with him. Gwyn had appointed another man as a Marketing Director but no-one at the WDA checked his CV and it transpired that the CV was fraudulent and that he was a discharged bankrupt – he was later investigated by the police and was imprisoned after being convicted of theft and deception.

After these ‘governance issues’, Rowe-Beddoe was appointed as Chair in 1993. He ordered an Inquiry, led by Sir John Caines in late 1993, which resulted in the appointment of new executives. These included a new Legal Director and a new Agency Secretary in 1994, who worked with the National Audit Office and Welsh Office under Sir Michael Scholar in 1994-96 (for info on the numerous pies in which Michael Scholar has fingers, see post ‘So Who Was It Exactly Who Appointed The Corrupt Old Bastard?’). The WDA reported to Secretaries of State for Wales John Redwood, David Hunt and William Hague. Hunt and Hague were of course responsible for concealing the wrongdoing in the mental health services in north Wales and Hague organised the mother of all cover-ups concerning the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, ie. the Waterhouse Inquiry.

On 1 April 2006 the WDA was abolished. At the same time two other ne’er do wells, the Wales Tourist Board and ELWa, were merged into the Welsh Gov’t. Dr Peter Higson, the current Chair of the Betsi Board, was part of the disaster that was ELWa. The Minister for the Economy and Transport whilst all this was going on was Ieuan Wyn Jones, another lawyer who knew all about the abuses and criminal activity at the North Wales Hospital but preferred to remain silent and stand for election for Denbigh instead.

 

In spite of the high profile embarrassment that was the WDA and the supply of scandal that emanated from it, the ‘business community’ in Cardiff never forgot the largesse of the WDA – who can blame them, even the NHS isn’t a trough of that depth – and they constantly bellyached for it’s return. In Feb 2011 the House of Commons Welsh Affairs Committee stated that the abolition of the WDA ‘reduced Wales’s visibility’ in the ‘global marketplace’. They maintained that the WDA ‘remains one of the most recognisable Welsh brands’ – yes, companies based in the Far East never forgot the mugs in the UK who gave them millions of pounds to set up shop in warehouses in Wales and pay the locals appallingly. Conservatives in the Senedd stated that they ‘regretted’ the passing of the WDA – in response, Edwina Hart, the Minister for Business, Enterprise, Technology and Science, accused them of ‘wanting to revisit the past’. No Edwina, it was the open chequebook that they wanted to revisit. If they really revisited the past, they’d find that the effective running of a business does not necessitate making friends with the Secretary of State, going into business with him and his mates who are Chairing state-sponsored organisations and subsequently siphoning off millions of pounds of public funds.

In March 2013 Professor Brian Morgan, Director of Cardiff University’s School of Management’s Creative Leadership and Enterprise Centre, stated that the closure of the WDA would ‘go down in history as the worst policy decision made in Wales in living memory’. ‘Research’ by Cardiff Business Partnership called for a unified Welsh agency to ‘attract inward investment’. Shadow Business Secretary Nick Ramsay quoted Cardiff Business School and accused the Welsh Gov’t of frequently blaming all ills on Westminster. Well Nick, if you look at the roots of the massive con that was Corruption Bay which swallowed millions of quid whilst leaving the rest of Wales on the bread line, you will find that it’s origins were firmly in the Westminster Gov’t. As were the roots of the Great Paedophile Cover-Up. Dafydd and Lucille would never have got away with it all if Westminster hadn’t have been concealing the dung heap whilst at the same time pointing at Wales and saying ‘well what else can we expect from them?’

All that can be said of Gwyn Jones was that unlike that other hero of Thatcher’s, Jimmy Savile, at least he wasn’t a child molester. Perhaps if he had have been, she’d have personally lobbied for him to be given a knighthood and invited him to Chequers for Christmas as well.

So what became of Gwyn, after he brought the WDA into complete disrepute and made a laughing stock of Wales’s ‘business community’? Gwyn is working in the University of Leicester’s School of Management of course, teaching on their MBA course! He is also a visiting Professor at Essex and Aberystwyth. He describes himself as a ‘businessman and experienced Chairman, Director and non-executive Director’. Gwyn’s areas of expertise are ‘Innovation, Entrepreneurial Management, leadership and change’. He states that he has been a BBC Governor and ‘helped bring commercial rigour’ into the boardroom. So that’s why the fur is flying in the wake of revelations that Claudia is only on £500k, whilst poor poverty-stricken Tess is on even less – £300k – but Chris Evans trousers £2 million. Gwyn has also been a member of the S4C authority – the not very successful S4C whom it is alleged distributes commissions on the basis of extreme cronyism.

The saddest thing about Gwyn’s glorious career isn’t it’s utter pointlessness – it is that Gwyn can actually do a Real Thing. According to Gwyn’s biography, he has a degree in computing (unless of course he’s made that up as well). So why the hell is he farting around being a leader in Innovation and Change a la a particularly dreadful NHS manager on the Betsi Board whom we know and love?

 

I have a theory that in the way that Fergus Lowe spawned a whole generation of psychologists in Bangor University to believe that the route to success as an academic was to bully, to lie, to cheat and to plagiarise (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s a Very Naughty Boy’), the WDA and it’s mates had a similarly corrosive effect on the notion of what constitutes ‘business’ in Wales.  They propagated the idea that ‘business’ means pompousing like there’s no tomorrow and boasting in a grandiose manner about one’s very limited achievements and status whilst being in receipt of huge quantities of dosh from the Gov’t because your business isn’t actually viable and would soon go tits up without regular bail outs.

Whilst I worked at Bangor University I spent a very entertaining few years watching the activities of a man called Colyn Gardner. Like Gwyn Jones at the WDA, once witnessed Colyn’s ‘business practices’ could never be forgotten. In the early 1990s, Colyn had been an ‘executive’ at the WDA. I presume that he was one of those who was kicked out.

Colyn was the Chief Exec of the Management Centre which was in some way linked to Bangor Business School but I never worked out how. The Management Centre was housed in a lovely old building which had been renovated – I think with EU funding – just for them, so they had a pretty big head start. Attached to the Management Centre was an accommodation block of very nice rooms looking out over the Menai Strait. It was by far the best place to stay in Bangor, but when it first opened the rooms were so highly priced – even by the standard of highly priced rooms – that no-one could afford to stay there, so the rooms remained unbooked. The Management Centre also housed a café, which was where Colyn could be observed. Colyn spent most of his time dressed up in an expensive suit, sporting what one of the PhD students called a ‘posh hairstyle’, sitting in the café drinking coffee with his mate, the Head of the Business School, an utter tosspot, Ted Gardiner. They were routinely referred to as ‘Ted and Colyn’ and even signed themselves as such on a letter, causing someone to observe that they sounded like a couple celebrating their civil partnership. Colyn drove a ridiculous car which could be best described as a batmobile, a black thing with a personalised numberplate ending in ‘666’ no less. Upon taking up his post as CEO, not only did Colyn insist on a reserved parking space – which no-one else in the University did at all, not even the VC – but the specific parking space that he demanded was a disabled space. So Colyn ordered a slave to get out in the car park with a blow torch and burn off the paint demarking it as a disabled space.

Upon his arrival at Bangor Colyn let it be known that he was used to much better things and we were all very lucky to have him. An article appeared in the local paper constructing him as some sort of jet-setting businessman, the like of which Bangor had never seen before. Which was odd because it soon became obvious that not only was Colyn deeply unpleasant and someone who routinely broke all employment legislation – he ended up being successfully sued for disability discrimination – but Colyn had no idea how to manage anything. Because no-one was booking into the rooms and he hadn’t actually launched any management courses, all Colyn had to do was get the café up and running, but that was clearly beyond him. He bullied and hectored the café assistants but wouldn’t actually show them how to do anything or use the equipment, so they were both anxious and at sea. In the end everyone gave up, stopped going over there because it would take at least 25 mins to be served with even just a coffee and went elsewhere. Then Ted started sending e mails around to everyone virtually ordering them to use the café.

After some months, the accommodation actually received some bookings. One of the members of staff there was in my Welsh class and they had previously worked in a busy hotel in Llandudno. This person thought it was hilarious that Colyn was panicking at the idea that five guests would all need breakfast at once and he wasn’t sure how to manage it.

Ted and Colyn then opened the Bangor Business Club, which Colyn had so obviously modelled on the fuckwittery at Cardiff from his WDA days. They placed notices around the Management Centre, but they weren’t welcoming notices. They were rude, pompous notices stressing that the Business Club was by Invitation Only and NO-ONE else would be allowed in. Having no desire to join a Business Club run by Ted and Colyn, I didn’t take much notice of this. However I did a few months later when people were rolling around laughing because no-one had joined the Business Club, so Ted and Colyn had sent out an e mail to half of the University asking them if they’d like to join the Business Club – only demanding payment. Unsurprisingly no-one joined. Further e mails followed, advertising the delights of the Business Club Bar which was open to senior staff from the Business School ONLY. Ted and Colyn really knew how to piss people off and alienate them. The Business Club died a death. The café struggled on and it was painful to witness. Rumours started flying that the Management Centre was losing a great deal of money.

Ted and Colyn tried launching various other initiatives, but they always made the same mistake. Although they were located in a small town like Bangor and in a University, everything they organised was grandiose and pompous with the message that ‘plebs are not welcome’. And as huge swathes of the University staff liked to identify with plebs not a pair of madmen deluding themselves that they were Rupert Murdoch when they couldn’t even run a small café, no-one joined in anything that Ted and Colyn did.

Colyn then launched an MBA. I knew one genuine businessman who completed it. But enrolment numbers were low – by now Colyn had insulted and offended so many people that word had got around the wider community that Colyn was not a man one wanted to have dealings with. So Colyn hit on a wheeze regarding the MBA. He got his wife – who has a different surname to Colyn – to enrol and not let on that she was married to him. Liz – Mrs Gardner – then circulated, telling everyone how good the course was. But Liz had another role as well once people were lured in. Liz was a spy – she reported back to Colyn on any students who raised concerns about the standard of the course. Which of course a number of them did. They were then subjected to a Vicious Attack by Colyn.

Colyn and Ted were constantly dreaming of having merchant bankers knocking at their door and at one point they produced a glossy brochure which was designed to tempt merchant bankers up from London into the Management Centre. The brochure extolled the virtues of the Management Centre and of course of Bangor and also mentioned that nearby there were mountains that one could climb or go mountain biking on. There was a little map inside the brochure of the London underground with arrows pointing off from Euston station, to indicate that one could catch a train to Bangor. People were crying tears of laughter when they saw this brochure, everyone knows that merchant bankers don’t do effort, but Ted n Colyn presumed that they were going to get on the train at Euston and make their way up to the Management Centre. One of the researchers working at Bangor at that time had a dad who ran a company in London who did a lot of toadying to people working in the City – he was hiring helicopters to take them to France for jollies, but such ideas escaped Ted n Colyn. The daftest idea that Colyn had however was not to refer to the Manager Centre by it’s name, but to call it – for some unfathomable reason – ’53 degrees north’. So the brochure had ’53 degrees north’ all over it but the Management Centre hadn’t actually changed it’s name. So if a merchant banker had come up to Bangor in the second class carriage of the Euston-Holyhead train, they’d have got lost after getting off at Bangor, because no-one would ever know where ’53 degrees north’ was. We then discovered that there was an outdoor adventure shop in Ireland called ’53 degrees north’, so a merchant banker would have got even more confused if they’d tried to google Colyn or use an app or whatever.

Colyn and the Management Centre continued in this vein and people started openly expressing concern as to how much money must be going down the drain. The anecdotes concerning Colyn’s bullying and intimidation of staff in 53 degrees north became increasingly worrying and there were allegations that he was using the services of HR – widely believed to be a corrupt old cow called Lyn Meadows who was the Director of HR and who now sits on the Betsi Board – to access sensitive information about staff and basically blackmail them. There was a member of staff who when they were much younger had developed a drug problem and somehow Colyn had found out about it. This person was living in fear as Colyn held it over them constantly.

At one point – no-one knew HOW – Ted and Colyn actually managed to get a competent person to join their ‘team’. She was the sort of person they dreamed of – a lady called Sandra, who had years ago worked at Deutchebank no less. Ted sent an e mail around boasting of their new acquisition and constantly began name-dropping ‘Sandra from Deutchebank’. I couldn’t understand why anyone on the planet would want to work with Colyn, so I wondered if Sandra from Deutchebank was stringing them along with a false CV or had been kicked out of Deutchebank. But one of my friends started working with her in a different capacity and they said no, she’s really nice, she knows what she’s doing and she’s supposedly come to teach on the courses that Colyn is supposed to be running. Sandra lasted three weeks before she told Colyn to take a running jump and walked out of the job. I was told that she was singularly unimpressed when she witnessed Colyn constantly shouting and swearing at staff and that the last straw was when he did it to her. Another capable manager who walked out of a job with Colyn described him as a ‘smiling alligator’. She was right, Colyn was a total predator.

Eventually the Management Centre was losing so much money and acquiring such a bad reputation that the University authorities moved in. I was told that there was a stand-up row between Colyn and the VC and that Colyn lost. He disappeared shortly after.

Earlier today I googled Colyn, wondering if the spiv had set up another business somewhere. God I had a shock. Colyn, the man who could not run a café, who enrolled his own wife as a student in his MBA course to lie and spy on other students, has done rather more than launch another business. Colyn is now featuring on a website describing himself as Professor Colyn Gardner, Deputy Vice-Chancellor of Sunway University and Dean of Sunway Business School, Kuala Lumpar. He describes himself as having had a ‘distinguished academic career’, as having a ‘PhD in Corporate Finance’ from Bangor University (he didn’t have one of those when he was sacked) and that his ‘entire career has been spent either as a practicing banker or a specialist banking industry consultant and a professor of banking’. No mention of failing to run a small café in Bangor then.

Who are Sunway University? How on earth were they conned by a man who very clearly knows nothing about corporate finance? And why would a man with a distinguished academic career bother to include on his web profile a photo of himself when he was at Aberdare Grammar School and details of his rather average A level grades from forty years ago? Furthermore, if Sunway University spend five minutes checking Colyn’s record on the Company Directors’ register, they will find that he has been a director of a whole series of businesses that have all been dissolved within a few years of starting up.

Among his many achievements, Colyn mentions that he has been an advisor to the World Bank. One of Colyn’s former colleagues in the Bangor Business School had also worked for the World Bank. That was John Thornton, the Professor of Global Finance. (What one of those was doing in Bangor I do not know.) John Thornton used to give his home address as being in Washington DC – I guess that he drove into Bangor from there every morning – and when he appeared on the panel at an IWA debate he explained that the most sensible thing for the Westminster Gov’t to do would be to turn Wales into a tax haven, a bit like the Isle of Man. Because according to Thornton, Wales will never be economically viable and it’s best hope is to simply provide nice places to live for people who are either so wealthy that they don’t need to work or who commute over the border into England.  It was at this debate that I read Thornton’s own account of his career history. Whilst he was at the World Bank, he stated that his title was ‘Director of the Western Hemisphere’. He was director of the Western Hemisphere for a few years, which obviously explains why the Western Hemisphere is not in a very good state. When he became Head of Bangor Business School, the Director of the Western Hemisphere passed PhD theses that he knew had been plagiarised and told colleagues to write glowing references for people who had graduated and moved abroad even if the lecturers concerned couldn’t remember who the students were. According to the Director of the Western Hemisphere, students enrolling for courses at Bangor Business School were paying tuition fees in return for a good reference as well as for a good degree.

So that’s business for you – the WDA and World Bank way.